APOKALIPSE'S CHARACTERS
this is mostly for me, 'cause im p lazy and im terrible at keeping up with PMs - sorry its not organized XD, might make a new thread sooner or later.
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this is mostly for me, 'cause im p lazy and im terrible at keeping up with PMs - sorry its not organized XD, might make a new thread sooner or later.
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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RP: Of Gods and Men
True Name:
Alias:
Age:
Gender:
Pantheon/Faith:
Godly Appearance:
Earthly Appearance:
Personality:
Mortal Skills/Abilities:
Immortal Skills/powers/abilities:
Miscellaneous:
History:
True Name:
Hekate
Alias:
Katherine Endicott
Detests being called by diminutive names such as Kat or Kathy
Age:
Around 3,000|Appears 24
Gender:
Female
Pantheon/Faith:
Greek
Godly Appearance:
Somehow, through time, Hekate’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when Hekate was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her straight locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark crimson poppies intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her hips, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver moons that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, Hekate has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long, the typical Greek statue nose, and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left had the white scales of a snake donning her cheeks and forehead as well as slitted eyes and a forked tongue. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
Hekate typically wears a short white chiton with a peplos and himation placed over it paired with simple hunting boots. Hekate does not possess any notable weapons except for a willow staff with the head of a dog carved onto the top; she usually keeps it strapped to her back. She is often seen carrying around a lit torch with her, even during the daylight.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left had the white scales of a snake donning her cheeks and forehead as well as slitted eyes and a forked tongue. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
Hekate typically wears a short white chiton with a peplos and himation placed over it paired with simple hunting boots. Hekate does not possess any notable weapons except for a willow staff with the head of a dog carved onto the top; she usually keeps it strapped to her back. She is often seen carrying around a lit torch with her, even during the daylight.
Earthly Appearance:
As a human, Hekate had her hair parted to the right and the left side completely shaved off, with only a little bit of stubble left. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, Hekate’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a deep died maroon color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. Hekate has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is a viper twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, rearing back to bite; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a horned owl perched on a branch and a simple key hanging from its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of poppies, keys, and black stars start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh.
Hekate is prone to wearing ripped jeans, boots and heels, ripped shirts, and leather jackets. She tends toward the “punk” side of clothing and usually dons smoky eye makeup with nude lipstick. Both ears are studded with three silver earrings, her bellybutton is pierced, and she has a nose stud.
Hekate is prone to wearing ripped jeans, boots and heels, ripped shirts, and leather jackets. She tends toward the “punk” side of clothing and usually dons smoky eye makeup with nude lipstick. Both ears are studded with three silver earrings, her bellybutton is pierced, and she has a nose stud.
Personality:
The Distant One. Many don’t see anything good with Hekate; she is morally loose, ruthless, and apathetic. Hekate’s sense of morality is skewered; while she understands what is wrong and what is right, she takes it upon herself to do the wrong thing in order to punish those who did wrong as well. Ruthless in this sense, she has been known to butcher murderers and rapists, sees death as the only justifiable punishment, and is undeniably cruel. She is emotionally distant, never batting an eye at people’s suffering, especially if she believes if they deserve it, and she never seems to be angry or sad or happy or surprised. Just apathetic, stone-faced, ready. This apathy she radiates causes fear amongst people; they see it as a preparedness to do anything to justify her needs. Even when she was worshipped, it was done so through fear as the Greeks were terrified that they would be punished if they did not offer her anything. Despite her punishment of wrongdoers, it has been noted that she has done evil as well. Matter of fact, most see Hekate as a source of evil and encourages it through her witchcraft. Through her time, she has cursed women for no reason and murdered men for pleasure. However, there is more to the infernal goddess that many do not see.
In reality, Hekate is a woman of knowledge. As a witch, she is in tune with the balance of good and evil and understands that it is her duty to keep it balanced. She understands that good and evil must both exist for the world to keep on spinning and so she maintains this balance by instigating evil as well as diminishing it. What most do not understand is that, even though her face is carved of stone, she possesses a soft heart. Hekate is protective of the weak – or perceived weak - and misunderstood as she was once seen as a weak and is still misunderstood. She often stands guard over women at night, in order to protect them from harm, and has a deep maternal instinct that causes her to watch over newborns as well. Her role as a balance has taken its toll and Hekate often finds herself in dark thoughts and wallowing, leading to midnight walks and seclusion.
Hekate is deeply independent and values her solitude, often going to lengths to avoid others. She finds reliance and dependence on others as feeble and never asks for help or advice. When asked, she usually never offers her help unless it is entirely necessary and involves her deep-set loyalty to the world. Because of her preference for solitude, she is not the friendliest person and instead is full of biting remarks and a rough bluntness that puts people off. Hekate owes loyalty to no one except for the greater good of mankind and will sacrifice anyone she has to in order to protect Earth, even herself. Hekate generally favors humans over deities and is much more lenient of their presence than a fellow god. She sees her fellow pantheon as too indulgent and hedonistic.
In reality, Hekate is a woman of knowledge. As a witch, she is in tune with the balance of good and evil and understands that it is her duty to keep it balanced. She understands that good and evil must both exist for the world to keep on spinning and so she maintains this balance by instigating evil as well as diminishing it. What most do not understand is that, even though her face is carved of stone, she possesses a soft heart. Hekate is protective of the weak – or perceived weak - and misunderstood as she was once seen as a weak and is still misunderstood. She often stands guard over women at night, in order to protect them from harm, and has a deep maternal instinct that causes her to watch over newborns as well. Her role as a balance has taken its toll and Hekate often finds herself in dark thoughts and wallowing, leading to midnight walks and seclusion.
Hekate is deeply independent and values her solitude, often going to lengths to avoid others. She finds reliance and dependence on others as feeble and never asks for help or advice. When asked, she usually never offers her help unless it is entirely necessary and involves her deep-set loyalty to the world. Because of her preference for solitude, she is not the friendliest person and instead is full of biting remarks and a rough bluntness that puts people off. Hekate owes loyalty to no one except for the greater good of mankind and will sacrifice anyone she has to in order to protect Earth, even herself. Hekate generally favors humans over deities and is much more lenient of their presence than a fellow god. She sees her fellow pantheon as too indulgent and hedonistic.
Mortal Skills/Abilities:
Despite her powers being taken away, she still retains knowledge of several herbs and their uses. She put this to use by pursuing medical knowledge, both human and veterinary. She is an avid gardener and picked up skills in flower arranging, once being a botanist. An art that she has picked up is calligraphy and she has become quite good at it. Even as a mortal, people still seem to find her unnerving and tend to avoid her.
Immortal Skills/powers/abilities:
Hekate is, overall, the goddess of witchcraft and is proficient in making potions and casting spells, though she seems to favor curses. She was also able to turn invisible; when invisible, only dogs could see her. Hekate is able to manipulate another’s dream and many times she would send a human a dream in order to guide them.
Miscellaneous:
Has picked up several calming hobbies:
She is also very close to Persephone and Hades
Her dog, Hekabe, was once a queen that Hekate transformed into a dog to prevent her suicide
-Bonsai tree cutting
-Art collecting
-Calligraphy
-Flower Arranging
-Chess
-Art collecting
-Calligraphy
-Flower Arranging
-Chess
She is also very close to Persephone and Hades
Her dog, Hekabe, was once a queen that Hekate transformed into a dog to prevent her suicide
History:
After the dispersion of the Greek pantheon, Hekate found it easy to settle with mankind, even relieving. At first, she didn’t know what she wanted to do and roamed the world by herself for a decade before she settled. She refused contact from her godly ex-colleagues, even from Persephone and Hades, and instead focused on rebuilding a new life for herself. However, she did keep her she-dog familiar, Hekabe. She embraced a life without the Greek pantheon and forced herself to start a social life amongst humans. Over the years, she met several acquaintances before deciding that the social butterfly life was not for her.
Around World War I, Hekate lived in England under the name of Rina Abney. There, she met a man by the name of Christian Bristow. He was handsome and, though she had her reservations at first, Hekate fell head over heels for him. It was the first time, surprisingly, that Hekate had ever been in love and, perhaps, that is why she never saw the signs. After two years of dating, though there was a bit of a hiatus when Christian went to war, Hekate was prepared to marry him, even though she knew she would outlive him. Despite knowing it was considered weird and untraditional, Hekate had bought a ring and was going to propose to him: she, after all, hated traditions. And yet, she knew she should not have been so optimistic. She should have expected to walk in on him and another woman, she should have noticed that Lily wasn’t “just a friend,” but she had let herself fall. Hekate never felt so enraged before in her many years of life. It was only natural that she would kill the bastard and his whore. After that incident, Hekate made it a point to close out everyone in her life even more than before.
In order to secure her seclusion, Hekate moved next to a graveyard near London. Amongst some of her jobs, she was a stripper, a drug dealer, a mortician, a graveyard keeper, a regular doctor (which only lasted three months), and a nurse (which lasted several years). She started medical school once more, though she had done it multiple times already, and secured a job in the morgue at a police department. She had many jobs over the years, but being a Medical Examiner seemed to stick with her. When the call for her to gather with her fellow gods came, Hekate nearly lost control out of exasperation and she had half a mind to ignore it, but in the end, she didn’t.
Around World War I, Hekate lived in England under the name of Rina Abney. There, she met a man by the name of Christian Bristow. He was handsome and, though she had her reservations at first, Hekate fell head over heels for him. It was the first time, surprisingly, that Hekate had ever been in love and, perhaps, that is why she never saw the signs. After two years of dating, though there was a bit of a hiatus when Christian went to war, Hekate was prepared to marry him, even though she knew she would outlive him. Despite knowing it was considered weird and untraditional, Hekate had bought a ring and was going to propose to him: she, after all, hated traditions. And yet, she knew she should not have been so optimistic. She should have expected to walk in on him and another woman, she should have noticed that Lily wasn’t “just a friend,” but she had let herself fall. Hekate never felt so enraged before in her many years of life. It was only natural that she would kill the bastard and his whore. After that incident, Hekate made it a point to close out everyone in her life even more than before.
In order to secure her seclusion, Hekate moved next to a graveyard near London. Amongst some of her jobs, she was a stripper, a drug dealer, a mortician, a graveyard keeper, a regular doctor (which only lasted three months), and a nurse (which lasted several years). She started medical school once more, though she had done it multiple times already, and secured a job in the morgue at a police department. She had many jobs over the years, but being a Medical Examiner seemed to stick with her. When the call for her to gather with her fellow gods came, Hekate nearly lost control out of exasperation and she had half a mind to ignore it, but in the end, she didn’t.
OP
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Banned
Seen
4 days ago
america oh america
why dost thou give me so much freedom?
why dost thou give me so much freedom?
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Banned
Seen
4 days ago
RP: Running from the World
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Age:
Gender:
Power:
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Bio:
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Other:
Name:
Elizaveta Kedzierski
Age:
Twenty
Gender:
Female
Power:
Odynokinesis – the ability to manipulate pain
Elizaveta is able to mimic neurotransmitters and pulse them from her skin, to another’s skin, and then to their nerves. However, the only neurotransmitter she is able to mimic is aggravation or suppression. Therefore, Elizaveta is only able to generate pain within a chosen area of the victim or numb the pain of a chosen area. Elizaveta often utilizes this power by creating powerful jabs in which she hits her opponent, rapidly striking at the nerves. Unfortunately, Elizaveta’s power is useless in the face of a long-range or fast enemy. The pain she can generate is of varying degrees, but is unpredictable as she has not gotten a hang of it and so every hit can be a light twinge or an excruciating throb depending on her emotions, usually. Every person has a different pain tolerance, and sometimes things do not work out well for her because of it.
Elizaveta is able to mimic neurotransmitters and pulse them from her skin, to another’s skin, and then to their nerves. However, the only neurotransmitter she is able to mimic is aggravation or suppression. Therefore, Elizaveta is only able to generate pain within a chosen area of the victim or numb the pain of a chosen area. Elizaveta often utilizes this power by creating powerful jabs in which she hits her opponent, rapidly striking at the nerves. Unfortunately, Elizaveta’s power is useless in the face of a long-range or fast enemy. The pain she can generate is of varying degrees, but is unpredictable as she has not gotten a hang of it and so every hit can be a light twinge or an excruciating throb depending on her emotions, usually. Every person has a different pain tolerance, and sometimes things do not work out well for her because of it.
Nationality:
Ukraine
Bio:
Trailer trash. Elizaveta hated the label with every fiber of her being. Being born into a poor family wasn’t all that bad in the Ukraine, where most people lived in poverty. But at the age of ten, when her mom moved them to Florida, Elizaveta understood for the first time what it meant to be inferior. Her family didn’t have much money, and the nicest place they could afford was a cockroach ridden trailer surrounded by other cockroach ridden trailers. There was barely enough room for the four person family – comprised of mother and young brothers, Nikita and Ivan – and Elizaveta was forced to share the couch with her younger brothers. She didn’t mind, she had always been fiercely protective of the two after her father died. Yet, when others found out at her new American school, Elizaveta had never felt more ashamed in her life. Trailer trash. It followed her wherever she went, as everyone always knew – was it her matted, usually oily hair that gave her away? Or her clothes that were always filled with holes and rips (it was always embarrassing when she got dress-coded and had to cover the holes in her clothing with duct tape)?
It was around the age of twelve that she discovered the release of self-harm. She didn’t do it much, only when the bullying got really bad. She tried to hide it as best as she can, but living in such a small space, her mother was doomed to find out. Her mother never told her that she knew, never said a word, until one day her mother unceremoniously pulled her out of class and brought her to a therapist. The matriarch had been saving up her money ever since she saw the scratches on her precious daughter’s arm. Under the care of Dr. Gagnon, Elizaveta was diagnosed with Clinical Depression. He believed strongly that Elizaveta’s recent bullying had helped bring the disorder out. He prescribed her medicine, but it was expensive and her mother didn’t know how she would pay for it. She managed somehow, but Elizaveta knew she was struggling even more than before.
She was thirteen when she decided to do it. It was a tucked away area that nobody would ever see, and Elizaveta was convinced that nobody would catch her. Growing cannabis was the easiest thing she had done since she moved to America. Going to a public school filled with a bunch of medium-waged white kids made for easy pickings – she started with the smarter kids and the athletes, due to the “stress” they often had to deal with. Soon, she was the school’s pot dealer. She rolled in the dough off of pot like Rick Ross did off of cocaine. However, Elizaveta was forced to adopt a faux tough-girl act, so her buyers wouldn’t take advantage of her. She fueled rumors about her being involved in gangs, or having murdered someone, and even more ridiculous ones like being a trained assassin. Her mother was skeptical of the money and tried to refuse it multiple times, but Elizaveta was able to sneak it into envelopes and paying bills when her mother was off at work.
At the age of sixteen, cops came snooping around the school after one of the richer kids got caught with a doobie. Of course, they didn’t give Elizaveta’s name directly, but they gave enough hints that Elizaveta had to halt her business for a few months. When the kid came back to school, Elizaveta made sure to corner him, putting on her tough girl act and threatening him as much as she could. He didn’t buy it, unfortunately, and mouthed off to her, threatening her back. Next, well, Elizaveta doesn’t really know how it happened. She was just so frustrated and angry that next thing she knew, her hand was wrapped around the boy’s throat and tears were welling up in his eyes with pain. After that, no one dared to even talk about turning her in.
Throughout the years, Elizaveta experimented with her power, but it only brought about extreme results when she was experiencing tremendous emotions. Knowing that she causes pain triggered something in her; she saw herself as a monster, cursed by God. The self-harming started again, this time though, she wouldn’t feel it and it made her angry. She stopped taking her medicine and became a walking hurricane of emotions. She became careless. When the police parked outside of her trailer, she knew she was in trouble. Her brothers were asleep and her mother was at work – she couldn’t put her family through another hardship. She escaped by the window – crimes weren’t that severe over pot in America, so she planned to just wait it out.
For a month, she lived with the homeless in Orlando, huddled in boxes and dining at the soup kitchen. At the age of nineteen, there was a slight hope for others to take pity on her, but most didn’t. A lot of the homeless suffered from diseases and infections and Elizaveta took it upon herself to numb the pain of them, though she couldn’t heal them. Somehow, her miracle healing got around, and before the second month was up, she was captured by the corporation.
It was around the age of twelve that she discovered the release of self-harm. She didn’t do it much, only when the bullying got really bad. She tried to hide it as best as she can, but living in such a small space, her mother was doomed to find out. Her mother never told her that she knew, never said a word, until one day her mother unceremoniously pulled her out of class and brought her to a therapist. The matriarch had been saving up her money ever since she saw the scratches on her precious daughter’s arm. Under the care of Dr. Gagnon, Elizaveta was diagnosed with Clinical Depression. He believed strongly that Elizaveta’s recent bullying had helped bring the disorder out. He prescribed her medicine, but it was expensive and her mother didn’t know how she would pay for it. She managed somehow, but Elizaveta knew she was struggling even more than before.
She was thirteen when she decided to do it. It was a tucked away area that nobody would ever see, and Elizaveta was convinced that nobody would catch her. Growing cannabis was the easiest thing she had done since she moved to America. Going to a public school filled with a bunch of medium-waged white kids made for easy pickings – she started with the smarter kids and the athletes, due to the “stress” they often had to deal with. Soon, she was the school’s pot dealer. She rolled in the dough off of pot like Rick Ross did off of cocaine. However, Elizaveta was forced to adopt a faux tough-girl act, so her buyers wouldn’t take advantage of her. She fueled rumors about her being involved in gangs, or having murdered someone, and even more ridiculous ones like being a trained assassin. Her mother was skeptical of the money and tried to refuse it multiple times, but Elizaveta was able to sneak it into envelopes and paying bills when her mother was off at work.
At the age of sixteen, cops came snooping around the school after one of the richer kids got caught with a doobie. Of course, they didn’t give Elizaveta’s name directly, but they gave enough hints that Elizaveta had to halt her business for a few months. When the kid came back to school, Elizaveta made sure to corner him, putting on her tough girl act and threatening him as much as she could. He didn’t buy it, unfortunately, and mouthed off to her, threatening her back. Next, well, Elizaveta doesn’t really know how it happened. She was just so frustrated and angry that next thing she knew, her hand was wrapped around the boy’s throat and tears were welling up in his eyes with pain. After that, no one dared to even talk about turning her in.
Throughout the years, Elizaveta experimented with her power, but it only brought about extreme results when she was experiencing tremendous emotions. Knowing that she causes pain triggered something in her; she saw herself as a monster, cursed by God. The self-harming started again, this time though, she wouldn’t feel it and it made her angry. She stopped taking her medicine and became a walking hurricane of emotions. She became careless. When the police parked outside of her trailer, she knew she was in trouble. Her brothers were asleep and her mother was at work – she couldn’t put her family through another hardship. She escaped by the window – crimes weren’t that severe over pot in America, so she planned to just wait it out.
For a month, she lived with the homeless in Orlando, huddled in boxes and dining at the soup kitchen. At the age of nineteen, there was a slight hope for others to take pity on her, but most didn’t. A lot of the homeless suffered from diseases and infections and Elizaveta took it upon herself to numb the pain of them, though she couldn’t heal them. Somehow, her miracle healing got around, and before the second month was up, she was captured by the corporation.
Personality:
Despite the tough front she puts on, Elizaveta is a sweetheart in reality. She is controlled easily by her emotions and acts impulsively on these emotions. Elizaveta is protective of her family and will do whatever she needs to in order to take care of them, even if it is against her moral code. It is easy to manipulate Elizaveta and she often gets distraught when she is taken advantage of. She is withdrawn; but isn’t stoic, rather just uncomfortably awkward around others when stripped of her bad girl persona. Elizaveta is a pessimist and is severely depressed; she believes the world was meant to burn, but deep down she has hope for the future. When she is open and talking, she is sarcastic and sassy.
Other:
Blank for now
OP
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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4 days ago
RP: The Badlands
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|SUNSHINE|
Name:
Sunshine Dockery
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
Affiliation:
Inner Circle (not officially, but she is privy to information)
Job
Stripper, Courtesan
Strengths:
|Seductive|Manipulative|Secretive|Flexible|Sly|Strategic|
Weaknesses:
|Disloyal|Insecure|Loose Morals|Pessimistic|Lack of Strength|Depressed|
History:
If you asked her, Sunshine wouldn’t be able to tell you much about her parents. When she was around the age of two, they died – how? No clue. All she knows is somehow landing in the hands of Mrs. Dockery – Mrs. Dockery won’t tell her how, of course. On occasion, Sunshine asks if she knows her parents, and Mrs. Dockery always vehemently denies it. Out of confusion, Sunshine then proceeds with the typical “then how do you know they are dead?” And Mrs. Dockery answers with such a certainty that Sunshine stops asking. Mrs. Dockery was always secretive, she lived on the outskirts of the Outer Circle in squander and owned a small store of paraphernalia that was mostly useless. Though Mrs. Dockery had always told Sunshine to live an honest living, Sunshine knew by the age of seven they wouldn’t be able to survive off of the store alone, so she took to stealing and placing it in the store’s cashier – until Mrs. Dockery caught her and gave her a lecture.
Around the age of fifteen, Sunshine began to rebel against Mrs. Dockery lenient yet-still constricting rule and so she took to riding motorcycles of Inner Circle spoiled bad boys and making out with leather-clad girls on patios.
It was when she was sixteen that she met Aaron Jacobs. At that point, it became a wild ride for Sunshine. Wild rides at night with her cheek pressed against a leather back, the whiff of wood and spice, hair whipping into her eyes – it was intoxicating. She followed him like a lost puppy and he showered her with his rough affection, caressing her cheek with a calloused hand. He never wanted her out of his sight and he was protective of her, like a warm shield she could hide behind forever. Until he saw talking to Bucky, the eighteen year old boy down the street, and dragged her to an alley and yelled and threatened her until his voice was hoarse. Sunshine didn’t take any heed to it, just figured it was jealousy flaring, and so she bid her time, only bothering to talk to others when he wasn’t around. It worked, for awhile, and she ignored the warning signs, allowing him to dictate her life, blind with a love that had no love in it. When it was her seventeenth birthday, her friends threw a party for her in a basement and she arrived in a cute, but rather short, black dress. However, when Aaron saw her, his eyes ran red and he dragged her into a closet and slapped her across the face before forcefully kissing her, all the while questioning her integrity and calling her names that women should never be called. This emotional and physical relationship went on for several months, Sunshine too scared to leave him, believing no one else would love her if he left. One particular day, Sunshine ran to Mrs. Dockery’s house after a particularly brutal beating over a broken plate and Mrs. Dockery held her close to her breast, whispering comforting words. With Mrs. Dockery behind her, Sunshine stopped seeing Aaron – she never told him, afraid he would hurt her, but she began avoiding him and always stayed in a public space.
After she turned eighteen, Sunshine figured it was time to get a job and she managed to get one as a stripper/courtesan at The Golden Hour, a popular stripper club for the wealthy. Here, Sunshine quickly became a favorite and often found out Inner Circle secrets.
Around the age of fifteen, Sunshine began to rebel against Mrs. Dockery lenient yet-still constricting rule and so she took to riding motorcycles of Inner Circle spoiled bad boys and making out with leather-clad girls on patios.
It was when she was sixteen that she met Aaron Jacobs. At that point, it became a wild ride for Sunshine. Wild rides at night with her cheek pressed against a leather back, the whiff of wood and spice, hair whipping into her eyes – it was intoxicating. She followed him like a lost puppy and he showered her with his rough affection, caressing her cheek with a calloused hand. He never wanted her out of his sight and he was protective of her, like a warm shield she could hide behind forever. Until he saw talking to Bucky, the eighteen year old boy down the street, and dragged her to an alley and yelled and threatened her until his voice was hoarse. Sunshine didn’t take any heed to it, just figured it was jealousy flaring, and so she bid her time, only bothering to talk to others when he wasn’t around. It worked, for awhile, and she ignored the warning signs, allowing him to dictate her life, blind with a love that had no love in it. When it was her seventeenth birthday, her friends threw a party for her in a basement and she arrived in a cute, but rather short, black dress. However, when Aaron saw her, his eyes ran red and he dragged her into a closet and slapped her across the face before forcefully kissing her, all the while questioning her integrity and calling her names that women should never be called. This emotional and physical relationship went on for several months, Sunshine too scared to leave him, believing no one else would love her if he left. One particular day, Sunshine ran to Mrs. Dockery’s house after a particularly brutal beating over a broken plate and Mrs. Dockery held her close to her breast, whispering comforting words. With Mrs. Dockery behind her, Sunshine stopped seeing Aaron – she never told him, afraid he would hurt her, but she began avoiding him and always stayed in a public space.
After she turned eighteen, Sunshine figured it was time to get a job and she managed to get one as a stripper/courtesan at The Golden Hour, a popular stripper club for the wealthy. Here, Sunshine quickly became a favorite and often found out Inner Circle secrets.
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|SAVANNAH "SULLY" SULLIVAN|
Age:
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality:
Bi-curious
Brief History:
Savannah Sullivan was born to highschool sweethearts Emily and Johnny Sullivan. She was born and raised in a small town in Alabama where she spent her time volunteering at animal shelters and retirement homes. Her family lived in the suburbs surrounded by neighbors that often got together to play poker and watch the football games, hollering over Alabama vs. Auburn matches. To everyone surrounding her, she lived a Barbie's life in a dollhouse - perfect. But, behind the curtains, her mother drank heavily and her father holed up in his "office." Savannah wasn't stupid, she knew that her parents had fallen out of love a long time ago, yet she ignored it and pretended that they were the happy family people assumed them to be. She coerced them to take Christmas photos and gather around for holidays, she begged them to go to restaurants with her so she could update her facebook status with a picture of them eating, and, even though they never remembered, Savannah even gave them gifts on their anniversaries. She was in denial about her whole life and though, deep down, she knew, she pretended that she didn't. Even when she was alone, she wouldn't allow herself to think for a second that her family was breaking apart.
When Savannah was accepted into St. Mary's Academy, she had hoped that in some way it would bring her family together. That the joy of her being accepted into her parents' alumni would convince them to reminisce and fall in love again - she was disappointed when they didn't. Savannah's denial was so great, that she went into great lengths to avoid her home, she herself not knowing why - she would often say that she loved to help, but in actuality she was looking for a distraction. She would volunteer to tutor other kids that were having trouble, she would help teachers around at the school, she did anything she could to stay away from her little dollhouse. When she heard of the penpal project, it became another way to ignore her family life, though she cited her eagerness to join as a "hope for new experiences" and to "learn about other cultures."
When Savannah was accepted into St. Mary's Academy, she had hoped that in some way it would bring her family together. That the joy of her being accepted into her parents' alumni would convince them to reminisce and fall in love again - she was disappointed when they didn't. Savannah's denial was so great, that she went into great lengths to avoid her home, she herself not knowing why - she would often say that she loved to help, but in actuality she was looking for a distraction. She would volunteer to tutor other kids that were having trouble, she would help teachers around at the school, she did anything she could to stay away from her little dollhouse. When she heard of the penpal project, it became another way to ignore her family life, though she cited her eagerness to join as a "hope for new experiences" and to "learn about other cultures."
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RP: Salem Witches' Institute
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Pet:
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Name:
Aella Persephone Strand
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Year:
6th
Blood:
Muggleborn
House:
Good
Pet:
The young female fancy rat, Copper, has just recently become a companion to Aella after her previous rats died of old age. Copper is extremely friendly and enjoys licking people's fingers, especially after they eat. She likes to climb onto shoulders, but she will only climb onto a stranger's shoulder from Aella's shoulder. When Aella is around, Copper tends to brux - a sound rats make by grinding their teeth together: it's a healthy way for a rat to show their affection. Copper likes to cuddle with Aella during the day, often sleeping in a pocket or cuddling against Aella's collarbone.
Silver, Copper's littermate and closest rat-pal, is more shy and reserved than her fellow rat. She prefers to only be on Aella and usually refuses to go on a stranger's shoulder. She doesn't brux as much as her sister, but instead happens to lick more often. Silver likes to perch on Aella's shoulder and underneath her hair. When Silver sleeps, she unusually enjoys cuddling with a tiny, stuffed teddy bear. When sleeping, she tends to chew a little on the teddy bear.
Electives:
-Alchemy
-Apparition
-Care of Magical Creatures
-Apparition
-Care of Magical Creatures
Clubs:
-Magical Creatures Club
-Astronomy Club
-Astronomy Club
Boggart:
A Drunk Man
Ever since her mother's relapse, Aella finds herself terrified of the idea of drunk people and is often uncomfortable around them. But even more so, she is terrified of drunk men due to having watched many true crime shows with men being the perpetrators.
Best Class:
Astronomy
Worst Class:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Patronus:
Amortentia:
Crisp, fresh air and the smell of the forest after rain
Wand:
Springy, Hemlock wood, Unicorn hair, 13 ½ inches
Strengths:
-Quick at drawing wand
-Can learn potions, plants, and creatures easily
-Can learn potions, plants, and creatures easily
Weaknesses:
-Is inefficient in spellwork
-Does not grasp a spell easily
-Spells often don’t work
-Does not grasp a spell easily
-Spells often don’t work
Personality:
For Aella's whole life, she had been on the outside, looking into the window at others. Yes, she was friendly and warm, sympathetic and empathetic, but her awkwardness and inability to communicate well without coming off as weird or annoying usually turned people away. Her strict adherring to the rules and general fear of everything led to others thinking her a bore. So, instead, she dove into her studies, not having surfaced from her education since the second grade of primary school. She became the rock for her friends, a reliable rock that was always there in the corner, but never approached unless needed. She was the paper weight whose only purpose was to hold the papers down. Nevertheless, Aella is loyal, always the shoulder to cry on, and always willing to give advice, though half the time she has no idea what she is talking about; a gentle hand to guide to the light, but remains in the dark. And so, she filled her time with hardwork and perfecting every homework assignment, to the last letter.
When alone, Aella was even more of a mess. Every time she looked into a mirror, insecurity stabbed her in the gut; every time she made a decision, she regretted it. She became cynical and pessimistic, believing that humans didn't have the capabilities to care for others, only themselves. As if to prove her point, people walked over her as if she were a welcome mat, but, to their credit, she never stood up for herself. She was submissive, did everything everyone expected her to do, she was easily discouraged by others and completely dependent on her peers to determine her self-worth. She was always tense and timid, expecting the worse to happen. Aella was neurotic and anxious to the max, always going over in her head the worst case scenario - it got so bad sometimes, that she would become sick from her anxiety and throw up. And despite her hidden desire of being idolized by others, she became a conformist and a coward. Even though she was brimming with opinions, she kept her mouth shut and went along with whatever people told her to do. She ran from confrontation and everything else. Aella put effort into blending in with everyone else, becoming a forgetful face. However, there were moments when her clumsy nature would expose her to her peers, set her apart if only momentarily. It is easy to guess that Aella is depressed, often crying when no one is looking and cursing her bad luck. When she discovered she was a witch, Aella turned to superstitions, hoping she could change her luck, but so far the six years have been fruitless.
When alone, Aella was even more of a mess. Every time she looked into a mirror, insecurity stabbed her in the gut; every time she made a decision, she regretted it. She became cynical and pessimistic, believing that humans didn't have the capabilities to care for others, only themselves. As if to prove her point, people walked over her as if she were a welcome mat, but, to their credit, she never stood up for herself. She was submissive, did everything everyone expected her to do, she was easily discouraged by others and completely dependent on her peers to determine her self-worth. She was always tense and timid, expecting the worse to happen. Aella was neurotic and anxious to the max, always going over in her head the worst case scenario - it got so bad sometimes, that she would become sick from her anxiety and throw up. And despite her hidden desire of being idolized by others, she became a conformist and a coward. Even though she was brimming with opinions, she kept her mouth shut and went along with whatever people told her to do. She ran from confrontation and everything else. Aella put effort into blending in with everyone else, becoming a forgetful face. However, there were moments when her clumsy nature would expose her to her peers, set her apart if only momentarily. It is easy to guess that Aella is depressed, often crying when no one is looking and cursing her bad luck. When she discovered she was a witch, Aella turned to superstitions, hoping she could change her luck, but so far the six years have been fruitless.
Likes:
-Southern Sweet Tea
-Baked Alaska
-Ice cream (favorite flavors: Neapolitan, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Green Tea, Pistachio, Butter Pecan)
-Root Beer
-Root Beer Float
-Animals
-Stars
-Lapidary
-Reading (Favorite Authors: Edgar Allan Poe and Dr. Suess)
-Origami
-Puzzles/Sudoku
-Baked Alaska
-Ice cream (favorite flavors: Neapolitan, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Green Tea, Pistachio, Butter Pecan)
-Root Beer
-Root Beer Float
-Animals
-Stars
-Lapidary
-Reading (Favorite Authors: Edgar Allan Poe and Dr. Suess)
-Origami
-Puzzles/Sudoku
Dislikes:
-Alcohol
-Tobacco
-Breaking Rules
-Strong Perfume/Cologne
-Risks
-Juice
-Breakfast Food
-Breakfast for lunch/dinner
-Food touching other food
-Wearing socks without shoes
-Her toes touching each other (She has to wear toe socks)
-Flat Soda
-Spiders
-Tobacco
-Breaking Rules
-Strong Perfume/Cologne
-Risks
-Juice
-Breakfast Food
-Breakfast for lunch/dinner
-Food touching other food
-Wearing socks without shoes
-Her toes touching each other (She has to wear toe socks)
-Flat Soda
-Spiders
Fears:
-Being embarrassed
-Failing
-Being a disappointment
-Being alone
-Clowns
-Dolls
-Ghosts
-Needles
-Rejection
-Roller coasters
-Spiders
-Buried alive
-Failing
-Being a disappointment
-Being alone
-Clowns
-Dolls
-Ghosts
-Needles
-Rejection
-Roller coasters
-Spiders
-Buried alive
Hobbies:
-Lapidary
-Star Gazing
-Reading
-Origami
-Puzzles/Sudoku
-Star Gazing
-Reading
-Origami
-Puzzles/Sudoku
Biography:
Aella was born and raised in Palatka, Florida. It was a nobody town that nobody has ever heard of, but Aella liked the smallness of it all. She was the third child to muggle parents John and Karen and she had two older sisters, Clio and Thalia who were six and seven years older than her. While her family was always close, and she was closer to them than anybody else in her life, Aella always felt like she was too different than the family - too young, too immature at the moment. While Clio and Thalia were best friends, Aella sought friendship with rats. She started raising rats from a young age, and by the age of eight, she had six female rats.
Around the age of nine, Aella's mother began drinking heavily. Aella didn't really understand much of what was going on since her family neglected to tell her, but it felt as if the family was breaking apart. Aella dove into anime, reading, and rats to escape the whole ordeal. The eldest sister, Thalia, began fighting with her mother - this wasn't so much of a surprise, since the two were too alike to not fight, but it was starting to escalate. Until one day, Karen kicked Thalia out of the house during the summer. For a month, Thalia was forced to find refuge with her friends, only sixteen years old. During the night, sometimes Thalia would break into the house and chill with her friends in the basement. Clio knew about it, but had steadily grown more distant towards her sister, often times staying at a friend's house when she knew Thalia was coming over. This left Aella alone, knowing that her sister was drinking and smoking down in the basement while her parents slept.
Meanwhile, her mother's drinking hadn't been getting any better. Aella had been in her room, reading a Dr. Seuss book, when her mother came in, slurring and stumbling. Aella tried to ignore her, and her father had to drag her mother out of her room and into the hallway; Aella shut the door and locked it. It was only minutes later when she heard shouting and Aella peeked her head out of the door - her mother was rummaging through the pantry which was just down the hall and her father was trying to pull her away. Aella quickly closed the door and huddled on her bed, trying to close the sounds out, when Clio came into the room with a popcorn bowl. But instead of popcorn, there were pill bottles. Clio urged Aella to hide it and, on hands and knees, Aella stuck it underneath her bed and sat up just before her mother came bursting into the door. Aella couldn't make out what her mother was saying anymore, her words were so slurred, but all she could hear was her father on the phone telling someone that his wife had swallowed pills and he needed help. The ambulance came and went, Aella's father and mother with it. Aella tossed and turned until one in the morning until she went downstairs into her sister's room and climbed into bed with her.
After that night, Aella's mother went to rehab for a couple of months and came back better. Thalia was allowed back into the house, and harmony was restored. But Aella came out of the ordeal tenser and more reclusive than before. Soon enough, she got her letter to Salem Witches' Institute - baffling her mother and father - and started to attend. There, she didn't have much luck with friends, and after her first year there, Aella had fallen into a depression. When she arrived home for the summer, she was sent to therapy where they realized that she might have clinical anxiety and depression. She was put on pills and then whisked back to school. During her second year, Thalia changed drastically. She had gotten pregnant with her ex-fiance, partied too hard, and had a tobacco addiction. She lacked responsibility, something that Clio possessed, and Aella realized that she had two options: become like Thalia or like Clio. She chose Clio, setting her on the path of a cautious girl who took no risks in life. By the time Aella came back home after her second year, Thalia had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It was in the beginning months of her third year at Salem when Thalia had her son, Cal, and given full custody over to her parents. Despite being now in her twenties, Thalia was going in no direction, was living at home with her parents, and could not provide emotionally or financially for her child. The stress put on Aella's mother who desperately tried to get Thalia on track led Karen to a familiar comfort that would solve her problems. Alcohol. And, going into her sixth year, not much has changed - Karen Strand was still an alcoholic, Thalia was still a deadbeat mother, Clio had distanced herself from the family, and John Strand was barely staying in the marriage.
Around the age of nine, Aella's mother began drinking heavily. Aella didn't really understand much of what was going on since her family neglected to tell her, but it felt as if the family was breaking apart. Aella dove into anime, reading, and rats to escape the whole ordeal. The eldest sister, Thalia, began fighting with her mother - this wasn't so much of a surprise, since the two were too alike to not fight, but it was starting to escalate. Until one day, Karen kicked Thalia out of the house during the summer. For a month, Thalia was forced to find refuge with her friends, only sixteen years old. During the night, sometimes Thalia would break into the house and chill with her friends in the basement. Clio knew about it, but had steadily grown more distant towards her sister, often times staying at a friend's house when she knew Thalia was coming over. This left Aella alone, knowing that her sister was drinking and smoking down in the basement while her parents slept.
Meanwhile, her mother's drinking hadn't been getting any better. Aella had been in her room, reading a Dr. Seuss book, when her mother came in, slurring and stumbling. Aella tried to ignore her, and her father had to drag her mother out of her room and into the hallway; Aella shut the door and locked it. It was only minutes later when she heard shouting and Aella peeked her head out of the door - her mother was rummaging through the pantry which was just down the hall and her father was trying to pull her away. Aella quickly closed the door and huddled on her bed, trying to close the sounds out, when Clio came into the room with a popcorn bowl. But instead of popcorn, there were pill bottles. Clio urged Aella to hide it and, on hands and knees, Aella stuck it underneath her bed and sat up just before her mother came bursting into the door. Aella couldn't make out what her mother was saying anymore, her words were so slurred, but all she could hear was her father on the phone telling someone that his wife had swallowed pills and he needed help. The ambulance came and went, Aella's father and mother with it. Aella tossed and turned until one in the morning until she went downstairs into her sister's room and climbed into bed with her.
After that night, Aella's mother went to rehab for a couple of months and came back better. Thalia was allowed back into the house, and harmony was restored. But Aella came out of the ordeal tenser and more reclusive than before. Soon enough, she got her letter to Salem Witches' Institute - baffling her mother and father - and started to attend. There, she didn't have much luck with friends, and after her first year there, Aella had fallen into a depression. When she arrived home for the summer, she was sent to therapy where they realized that she might have clinical anxiety and depression. She was put on pills and then whisked back to school. During her second year, Thalia changed drastically. She had gotten pregnant with her ex-fiance, partied too hard, and had a tobacco addiction. She lacked responsibility, something that Clio possessed, and Aella realized that she had two options: become like Thalia or like Clio. She chose Clio, setting her on the path of a cautious girl who took no risks in life. By the time Aella came back home after her second year, Thalia had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It was in the beginning months of her third year at Salem when Thalia had her son, Cal, and given full custody over to her parents. Despite being now in her twenties, Thalia was going in no direction, was living at home with her parents, and could not provide emotionally or financially for her child. The stress put on Aella's mother who desperately tried to get Thalia on track led Karen to a familiar comfort that would solve her problems. Alcohol. And, going into her sixth year, not much has changed - Karen Strand was still an alcoholic, Thalia was still a deadbeat mother, Clio had distanced herself from the family, and John Strand was barely staying in the marriage.
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Vivika Falkenrath
Age:
|67|23|
Strengths:
Telekinesis:
Vivika is able to move objects with her mind as long as she can see them and it is not heavier than her own body.
Mirror Witch
Vivika is able to manipulate what appears in mirrors, reflect another’s powers off the mirror surface, and store and retrieve items in mirrors. However, she cannot conjure a mirror out of nothing.
Weakness:
Binding Vivika’s eyes will prevent her from using her telekinesis; if distracted, Vivika can lose control of her telekinesis and be unable to move an object
By destroying the mirror that Vivika is focusing her powers on, Vivika will be unable to recollect items from that mirror or use it to reflect items;
By destroying the mirror that Vivika is focusing her powers on, Vivika will be unable to recollect items from that mirror or use it to reflect items;
Motivations:
Vivika is motivated out of her love for Peter and Emily, wanting to create a safe world in Charleston for them and their families to live in. She is, admittedly, also motivated slightly out of resentment for what her vampire sire has done to her.
History:
Vivika was born in Berlin, Germany on February 13th, 1948 – a year before the end of World War II – to Cecania and Hans Falkenrath. A year later, the Soviet Union took over and one year old Vivika became a citizen of East Germany. Vivika hated the communistic country she grew up in, as did her family. Several times the Falkenrath family tried to leave East Germany, but they were either stopped or something came up, causing them to stay. Vivika was only thirteen when the Berlin wall went up over two weeks; as a last ditch effort, they attempted to flee once more at night. In the process, Hans Falkenrath, Vivika’s father, was shot and killed. With just Vivika and her mother, they received less food before even then and their hatred for the government of East Germany increased. In 1963, at the age of fifteen, Vivika finally successfully escaped East Berlin by crawling through the sewers; unfortunately, she lost her mother in the process.
From West Berlin, she flew to America in hopes of starting anew. In hopes of integrating more easily into American culture, Vivika practiced an American accent and took on the name Odessa Falk. She lied, pretending to be eighteen, and made contacts in order to forge documents; she lived in squalor, taking to gross apartments and hotel rooms. When she was sixteen, working as a waitress, she met a housewife by the name of Susan Wells. Susan Wells discovered Vivika’s secret heritage and took her to social services in order to help her, after being registered under her real name again, Vivika was adopted by Susan Wells and met her new brother and sister, Peter (4) and Emily (2). Vivika was enrolled and school and lived a happy life, even upon graduation. After graduating, Vivika continued to live with Susan while she went to college.
In college, she met Scott Turner. He was a sweet boy working to be a lawyer from a rich and powerful family while Vivika wished to get a degree in journalism. They dated for awhile and on Vivika’s twenty-third birthday, he proposed to her. Overjoyed to become husband and wife, Vivika and Scott planned their wedding with the fervor that only young sweethearts can muster. However, Scott’s family didn’t approve of Vivika, especially because of her German background, and attempted to sway Scott to leave Vivika. Of course, Scott was young and stubborn, refusing to leave Vivika’s side and Vivika was selfish, not wanting to give up Scott to his family. The Turner family’s close friend, Elijah Berling, learned of the situation and, whether it be out of a kinship with the elder Turners or more so out of fun, he lured the unsuspecting Vivika to his house in Cainhoy Peninsula and turned Vivika.
Vivika, learning of her new nature, knew she had to break it off with Scott and severed ties with Susan, Peter, and Emily, though she looked out for them through time. Scott eventually married someone else and had a daughter, named Olivia. Elijah, prone to bursts of anger, abused Vivika emotionally and physically; in 1981, Elijah enthralled Scott, forcing him to kill his wife and Olivia in front of Vivika, emotionally destroying her.
Now, Vivika acts as an enforcer under Elijah, dealing mostly as a bodyguard, though sometimes she is sent out as an assassin. Vivika watches over Peter and Emily (now in their fifties) actively, keeping it a secret from Elijah out of fear that he’ll kill them like Olivia and Scott.
From West Berlin, she flew to America in hopes of starting anew. In hopes of integrating more easily into American culture, Vivika practiced an American accent and took on the name Odessa Falk. She lied, pretending to be eighteen, and made contacts in order to forge documents; she lived in squalor, taking to gross apartments and hotel rooms. When she was sixteen, working as a waitress, she met a housewife by the name of Susan Wells. Susan Wells discovered Vivika’s secret heritage and took her to social services in order to help her, after being registered under her real name again, Vivika was adopted by Susan Wells and met her new brother and sister, Peter (4) and Emily (2). Vivika was enrolled and school and lived a happy life, even upon graduation. After graduating, Vivika continued to live with Susan while she went to college.
In college, she met Scott Turner. He was a sweet boy working to be a lawyer from a rich and powerful family while Vivika wished to get a degree in journalism. They dated for awhile and on Vivika’s twenty-third birthday, he proposed to her. Overjoyed to become husband and wife, Vivika and Scott planned their wedding with the fervor that only young sweethearts can muster. However, Scott’s family didn’t approve of Vivika, especially because of her German background, and attempted to sway Scott to leave Vivika. Of course, Scott was young and stubborn, refusing to leave Vivika’s side and Vivika was selfish, not wanting to give up Scott to his family. The Turner family’s close friend, Elijah Berling, learned of the situation and, whether it be out of a kinship with the elder Turners or more so out of fun, he lured the unsuspecting Vivika to his house in Cainhoy Peninsula and turned Vivika.
Vivika, learning of her new nature, knew she had to break it off with Scott and severed ties with Susan, Peter, and Emily, though she looked out for them through time. Scott eventually married someone else and had a daughter, named Olivia. Elijah, prone to bursts of anger, abused Vivika emotionally and physically; in 1981, Elijah enthralled Scott, forcing him to kill his wife and Olivia in front of Vivika, emotionally destroying her.
Now, Vivika acts as an enforcer under Elijah, dealing mostly as a bodyguard, though sometimes she is sent out as an assassin. Vivika watches over Peter and Emily (now in their fifties) actively, keeping it a secret from Elijah out of fear that he’ll kill them like Olivia and Scott.
Connections:
Elijah Berling (sire): an influential vampire in Cainhoy Peninsula with sadistic tendencies
Peter Wells: adopted brother, 55, married to a woman named Sarah with three children and a granddaughter named Odessa
Emily Peterson: adopted sister, 53, widow of Jack Peterson, one son who was diagnosed with leukemia
Peter Wells: adopted brother, 55, married to a woman named Sarah with three children and a granddaughter named Odessa
Emily Peterson: adopted sister, 53, widow of Jack Peterson, one son who was diagnosed with leukemia
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|5'4|120 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Tatiana is known for her composure and her ability to keep everything under control; her physical presence reflects this. Tatiana prefers sophisticated clothing, preferably pencil skirts and button-ups, and wears dark lipstick with minimal eye makeup. She has dyed her hair blonde and has bobbed it so it frames her face. She is noticeably on the short side and is a relatively healthy size (she does yoga).
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|5'4|124 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Mykhaila is vastly different than Tatiana, preferring to exude swagger rather than sophistication. She tends to wear loose shirts, tight pants, and hoodies and she carries a gun with her everywhere. She has some blonde streaks in her hair, but often redyes her hair completely brown then changing her mind weeks later and adding blonde again. Conversely to her sister, Mykhaila wears a lot of eye makeup but neglects her lips and cheeks. She tries to hide the bags underneath her eyes caused by lack of sleep because of her drug addiction.
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|5'4|119 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Unlike her sisters, Ruslana has never dyed a lock on her hair. Instead, she keeps her hair in dreads, usually up in a ponytail or in a bun, and wears thick, black glasses due to reading too much in the dark. She has a gangly, awkward presence and doesn't tend to command respect or fear like her sisters do. Ruslana prefers bohemian-esque clothes and is a collector of scarves. She has a nose ring and a belly ring and wears Egyptian-like eye makeup with light lipstick. She likes to wear jewelry and accessorizes her wrists, fingers, and neck often.
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|5'4|120 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Tatiana is known for her composure and her ability to keep everything under control; her physical presence reflects this. Tatiana prefers sophisticated clothing, preferably pencil skirts and button-ups, and wears dark lipstick with minimal eye makeup. She has dyed her hair blonde and has bobbed it so it frames her face. She is noticeably on the short side and is a relatively healthy size (she does yoga).
Name:
Tatiana “Ana” Kedzierski
Alias:
Red Queen
Age:
Twenty-six
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
CEO of Ortega Tech Union
Background:
Tatiana Hanna Kedzierski was born February 23, the second of the triplets, to Patricia Ortega and Alexei Kedzierski. Two minutes before her, Mykhaila Kedzierski was born and then Ruslana Kedzierski three minutes after her. Growing up, Tatiana demonstrated a temper that rivaled her father's and a commanding personality that had to have everything under her thumb. She was favored by her father, Alexei Kedzierski, who often called her Little Queen. Mykhaila and Ruslana took to calling her the Red Queen, instead, after an old cartoon where the Red Queen was an antagonist. Being favored by Alexei, Tatiana wanted to grow up just like him and own the company one day. It was her lifelong ambition - however, Alexei being the traditionalist that he was, he was planning with his wife to have a son to inherit the company. This caused a lot of animosty towards Patricia Ortega from Tatiana and Tatiana tried her best to run her mother off. After a while, Patricia left the family to another country, never seen again. This angered Mykhaila who was very much her mother's daughter. Mykhaila would often do petty things to get back at Tatiana and Ruslana would be stuck in the middle, attempting to keep the sisters from fighting.
However, when the girls reached the age of eight and were able to stay at home by themselves or under the care of a maid, Alexei came around less often and worked more. When he came home, he was typically exhausted and in his study. This left the girls to their own devices. Tatiana kept herself busy with schoolwork and violin lessons and the occasional friend over. She showed a penchant for networking and often made friends in high places and used these friends to get what she wanted. Over the years, she and her sisters grew distant and Tatiana got in fights often with Mykhaila over trivial things. When she was twenty-one, Mykhaila slept with her fiancee which left a huge hole in the family.
On the triplets' twenty-third birthday, Alexei collapsed after a particularly taxing fight between Mykhaila and Tatiana with Ruslana intervening several times. He later died that night, his heart having given out. Tatiana, of course, fully expected the company to be handed over to her, but Mykhaila believed it was her birthright due to her being born first. The two sisters fought over the company, several times framing the other or exposing each other's secrets. Mykhaila even threatened to burn the company down. Tatiana, having had other witnesses hear her make the threat, burned down one of her labs despite having six people in it. Unbeknownst to her, Ruslana was in the lab as well, having been down there to talk to her friend from college. Horrified by what she did to Ruslana, Mykhaila relinquished control to Tatiana and alienated Tatiana. Mykhaila sent Ruslana away, under a new identity, in order to punish Tatiana for what she did.
However, when the girls reached the age of eight and were able to stay at home by themselves or under the care of a maid, Alexei came around less often and worked more. When he came home, he was typically exhausted and in his study. This left the girls to their own devices. Tatiana kept herself busy with schoolwork and violin lessons and the occasional friend over. She showed a penchant for networking and often made friends in high places and used these friends to get what she wanted. Over the years, she and her sisters grew distant and Tatiana got in fights often with Mykhaila over trivial things. When she was twenty-one, Mykhaila slept with her fiancee which left a huge hole in the family.
On the triplets' twenty-third birthday, Alexei collapsed after a particularly taxing fight between Mykhaila and Tatiana with Ruslana intervening several times. He later died that night, his heart having given out. Tatiana, of course, fully expected the company to be handed over to her, but Mykhaila believed it was her birthright due to her being born first. The two sisters fought over the company, several times framing the other or exposing each other's secrets. Mykhaila even threatened to burn the company down. Tatiana, having had other witnesses hear her make the threat, burned down one of her labs despite having six people in it. Unbeknownst to her, Ruslana was in the lab as well, having been down there to talk to her friend from college. Horrified by what she did to Ruslana, Mykhaila relinquished control to Tatiana and alienated Tatiana. Mykhaila sent Ruslana away, under a new identity, in order to punish Tatiana for what she did.
Other:
Tatiana hates the color red and is an alcoholic
|5'4|124 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Mykhaila is vastly different than Tatiana, preferring to exude swagger rather than sophistication. She tends to wear loose shirts, tight pants, and hoodies and she carries a gun with her everywhere. She has some blonde streaks in her hair, but often redyes her hair completely brown then changing her mind weeks later and adding blonde again. Conversely to her sister, Mykhaila wears a lot of eye makeup but neglects her lips and cheeks. She tries to hide the bags underneath her eyes caused by lack of sleep because of her drug addiction.
Name:
Mykhaila “Mick” Kedzierski
Alias:
Bloody Mary
Age:
Twenty-six
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Crime lord
Police Officer (cover)
Police Officer (cover)
Background:
Mykhaila Anastasiya Kedzierski was born February 23 to Patricia Ortega and Alexei Kedzierski. Shortly after she was followed by her sisters Tatiana and Ruslana. Growing up, Mykhaila expressed the same temper that conflicted her sister, Tatiana, as well as Ruslana. However, Mykhaila did not have the same control problem Tatiana had. Instead, Mykhaila took after her mother and demonstrated a laidback personality with subtle, manipulative tendencies. Mykhaila often would manipulate others rather command them to get what she wanted and lacked the integrity that her father honored. As such, Alexei often saw her as a disappointment and preferred her younger sister, Tatiana, over her. When Patricia Ortega was run off by Tatiana's hostile behavior and Alexei's cheating tendencies, Mykhaila blamed Tatiana and often engaged her sister in verbal battles and taunted her with petty pranks. Mykhaila was not above anything when it came to punishing her sister - she had told the whole school of Tatiana's crush, stolen her clothes after gym when Tatiana was in the shower, sabotaged Tatiana's grades, and many other things. During high school, Tatiana was more often than not an outcast because of Mykhaila, who was charismatic and attracted people to her like a moth to a flame. Tatiana's only saving grace was her networking abilities as she made friends with teachers and several jocks that protected her. Also around this time, Mykhaila made friends with the wrong people and often indulged in delinquent behavior. She would shoplift, drink, and smoke marijuana often. She flunked all of her classes in school, eventually dropping out despite her father's disappointment in her. Ruslana tried to convince her to stay in school.
When the girls graduated, the situation was only aggravated by Mykhaila sleeping with Tatiana's fiance, who Mykhaila genuinely showed interest in. Tatiana broke it off with her fiance and severed all of her ties with her sisters. Mykhaila went on to date her sister's fiance for a couple of months until she met Rocky, a drug dealer. He got her hooked on horrible narcotics and her drug problem became severe. At one point, she went broke having spent all her money on drugs, and then started trading sex for it. Her father would never see her unless during the holidays or their birthday, since Mykhaila wanted to see Ruslana on these days, so on her twenty-third birthday she visited. She got in a fight with Tatiana over one or another and her father collapsed, his heart having given out. He eventually died later that night.
With his death, Tatiana and Mykhaila entered a blood battle over Ortega Tech Union. Mykhaila felt it was her birthright, as the first born, but Tatiana was more ambitious and believed she was the one meant for the job. At one point, Mykhaila threatened to burn the whole company down with Tatiana in it. In order to frame her sister, Tatiana staged a fire in her lab, accidentally killing six people and injuring Ruslana. Mykhaila was angry at Tatiana, but horrified that she would do it to her, and so she allowed Tatiana to take control but sent Ruslana away to punish Tatiana, who she knew didn't mean to hurt Ruslana.
Afterwards, Tatiana cut Mykhaila off from her money and to pay her rent, Mykhaila began to strip and even starting to sell herself. Shen Romasko wandered in one night, and immediately took a liking to Mykhaila. Mykhaila seduced Shen, using him for his position as the leader of The Yellow Phantoms and manipulated him to do whatever he wanted. She even had him kill his childhood friends, David Wood and Alfred Liang, after convincing the two to massacre people and telling Romasko that they had come onto her. Eventually, Mykhaila killed Shen, damaging his face beyond recognition and throwing him away, taking control of The Yellow Phantoms. Mykhaila's goal: burning down her sister and the company with her, once and for all.
When the girls graduated, the situation was only aggravated by Mykhaila sleeping with Tatiana's fiance, who Mykhaila genuinely showed interest in. Tatiana broke it off with her fiance and severed all of her ties with her sisters. Mykhaila went on to date her sister's fiance for a couple of months until she met Rocky, a drug dealer. He got her hooked on horrible narcotics and her drug problem became severe. At one point, she went broke having spent all her money on drugs, and then started trading sex for it. Her father would never see her unless during the holidays or their birthday, since Mykhaila wanted to see Ruslana on these days, so on her twenty-third birthday she visited. She got in a fight with Tatiana over one or another and her father collapsed, his heart having given out. He eventually died later that night.
With his death, Tatiana and Mykhaila entered a blood battle over Ortega Tech Union. Mykhaila felt it was her birthright, as the first born, but Tatiana was more ambitious and believed she was the one meant for the job. At one point, Mykhaila threatened to burn the whole company down with Tatiana in it. In order to frame her sister, Tatiana staged a fire in her lab, accidentally killing six people and injuring Ruslana. Mykhaila was angry at Tatiana, but horrified that she would do it to her, and so she allowed Tatiana to take control but sent Ruslana away to punish Tatiana, who she knew didn't mean to hurt Ruslana.
Afterwards, Tatiana cut Mykhaila off from her money and to pay her rent, Mykhaila began to strip and even starting to sell herself. Shen Romasko wandered in one night, and immediately took a liking to Mykhaila. Mykhaila seduced Shen, using him for his position as the leader of The Yellow Phantoms and manipulated him to do whatever he wanted. She even had him kill his childhood friends, David Wood and Alfred Liang, after convincing the two to massacre people and telling Romasko that they had come onto her. Eventually, Mykhaila killed Shen, damaging his face beyond recognition and throwing him away, taking control of The Yellow Phantoms. Mykhaila's goal: burning down her sister and the company with her, once and for all.
Other:
No one outside of The Yellow Phantom knows she is manning the operations
Mykhaila is fond of Rottweilers and owns three; Anubis, Hela, and Hades
Mykhaila is fond of Rottweilers and owns three; Anubis, Hela, and Hades
|5'4|119 lbs|Brunette|Gold-Brown Eyes|
Unlike her sisters, Ruslana has never dyed a lock on her hair. Instead, she keeps her hair in dreads, usually up in a ponytail or in a bun, and wears thick, black glasses due to reading too much in the dark. She has a gangly, awkward presence and doesn't tend to command respect or fear like her sisters do. Ruslana prefers bohemian-esque clothes and is a collector of scarves. She has a nose ring and a belly ring and wears Egyptian-like eye makeup with light lipstick. She likes to wear jewelry and accessorizes her wrists, fingers, and neck often.
Name:
Ruslana “Lana” Kedzierski
Alias:
Elizabeth Roxanne Barnes
Sweetcheeks
Sweetcheeks
Age:
Twenty-six
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Doctor
Background:
Ruslana Viktoriya Kedzierski was the last triplet to be born February 23 to Alexei Kedzierski and Patricia Ortega. While Mykhaila, her eldest sister, was favored by her mother and Tatiana favored by her father, Ruslana was the angel to the help. The headmaid, Yumi, doted on Ruslana as if she were her own; she taught Ruslana patience and kindness. She helped Ruslana with her school work and how to think outside the box. Eventually, however, Yumi grew old and frail and Alexei fired her. A week later, Yumi died. Ruslana was heartbroken and visited her grave every Sunday for years. Meanwhile, with her sisters, Ruslana began to notice the tension and, having lost the only family she had, did everything she could to bring them back together so she could have the family she wanted. Both of her sisters loved her and never tried to intentionally harm her, but often times she would recieve the backlash of their actions towards each other. One time, Ruslana was suspended after Tatiana stole from Mykhaila's friend and her friend mistook Tatiana for Ruslana. It led to Ruslana becoming withdrawn from other people, despite having a friendly disposition and a need for affection, so none of her friends would be brought into the crossfire. As such, Ruslana withdrew into books and studies while scheming to stop her sisters through, sometimes, ridiculous means. In high school, while Tatiana was networking and being bullied and Mykhaila was manipulating and bullying, Ruslana spent her time building up her grades and volunteering at an animal shelter. She showed a penchant for taking care of things and enjoyed helping out at homeless shelters and such. So, while Tatiana worked for Alexei in hopes of impressing her father and becoming CEO and Mykhaila squandered her time getting high and sleeping around, Ruslana focused on her studies and went to university to get her bachelor's in order to become a doctor.
However, when she was twenty-one, and at a family reunion where she had just met Tatiana's fiance, something snapped inside of her. Seeing Tatiana accuse Mykhaila of seducing her fiance, Ruslana became upset and ran out, distraught. Despite her sisters' attempts to reach out to her, Ruslana ignored them for several weeks until her father visited her. There, he comforted her and expressed how upsetting it was, but he also displayed a coldness when talking about his daughters and Ruslana experienced an epiphany. She blamed her father for her broken family, for taking away Yumi and pinning Tatiana and Mykhaila against each other. However, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it and so she stayed quiet and spent her time working towards her bachelor's as well as spending time with her sisters, separately of course.
Around her twenty-third birthday, Ruslana discovered Mykhaila's drug addiction after walking in on her. In a cold rage, a familiar rage that ran in her family, Ruslana sought out her friend from college who had access to certain medicines. On the night of her twenty-third birthday, while her father was distracted by her sisters' fighting, Ruslana slipped a drug into Alexei's drink. When he drank it, his heart gave out and he eventually died. Ruslana then tampered with the autopsy and medical reports so his death would be ruled natural. However, she had not anticipated the full-out war her sisters would create over the company.
Her family as broken as ever, Ruslana drowned herself in medical school and attempted several times to bring her sisters back together, to no avail. However, her scientist friend, Edward Cold, who worked for Ortega Tech Union, threatened to report Ruslana to the cops after hearing Mykhaila's threat to burn down the building, believing that the scandal would take the three sisters out of power. Ruslana visited the Ortega lab in order to talk him out of it - however, in the midst of their heated argument, Tatiana's oblivious henchman set fire to the lab, killing five lab technicians nearby and severely injuring Ruslana and Edward. In order to keep his mouth shut about Tatiana starting the fire, Mykhaila had Edward killed in the hospital. Ruslana went under extreme surgery, having her legs replaced with cybernetics as well as parts of her brain and some organs. After her surgery, Mykhaila forged a new identity for her as Elizabeth Barnes and sent her away to NSU.
In NSU, Ruslana finished her education and started a career in the medical business, starting up a life with a cat named Underdog and eventually had a girlfriend named Katherine. Ruslana actively volunteered, having a guilty conscious for killing her father and worked at a free clinic when she was off at night. However, after seeing Ortega Tech Union in the news, Ruslana decides to come back to her home city, Hokuko, in order to once again attempt to bring her family together, whether she had to kill someone to do it.
However, when she was twenty-one, and at a family reunion where she had just met Tatiana's fiance, something snapped inside of her. Seeing Tatiana accuse Mykhaila of seducing her fiance, Ruslana became upset and ran out, distraught. Despite her sisters' attempts to reach out to her, Ruslana ignored them for several weeks until her father visited her. There, he comforted her and expressed how upsetting it was, but he also displayed a coldness when talking about his daughters and Ruslana experienced an epiphany. She blamed her father for her broken family, for taking away Yumi and pinning Tatiana and Mykhaila against each other. However, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it and so she stayed quiet and spent her time working towards her bachelor's as well as spending time with her sisters, separately of course.
Around her twenty-third birthday, Ruslana discovered Mykhaila's drug addiction after walking in on her. In a cold rage, a familiar rage that ran in her family, Ruslana sought out her friend from college who had access to certain medicines. On the night of her twenty-third birthday, while her father was distracted by her sisters' fighting, Ruslana slipped a drug into Alexei's drink. When he drank it, his heart gave out and he eventually died. Ruslana then tampered with the autopsy and medical reports so his death would be ruled natural. However, she had not anticipated the full-out war her sisters would create over the company.
Her family as broken as ever, Ruslana drowned herself in medical school and attempted several times to bring her sisters back together, to no avail. However, her scientist friend, Edward Cold, who worked for Ortega Tech Union, threatened to report Ruslana to the cops after hearing Mykhaila's threat to burn down the building, believing that the scandal would take the three sisters out of power. Ruslana visited the Ortega lab in order to talk him out of it - however, in the midst of their heated argument, Tatiana's oblivious henchman set fire to the lab, killing five lab technicians nearby and severely injuring Ruslana and Edward. In order to keep his mouth shut about Tatiana starting the fire, Mykhaila had Edward killed in the hospital. Ruslana went under extreme surgery, having her legs replaced with cybernetics as well as parts of her brain and some organs. After her surgery, Mykhaila forged a new identity for her as Elizabeth Barnes and sent her away to NSU.
In NSU, Ruslana finished her education and started a career in the medical business, starting up a life with a cat named Underdog and eventually had a girlfriend named Katherine. Ruslana actively volunteered, having a guilty conscious for killing her father and worked at a free clinic when she was off at night. However, after seeing Ortega Tech Union in the news, Ruslana decides to come back to her home city, Hokuko, in order to once again attempt to bring her family together, whether she had to kill someone to do it.
Other:
Ruslana is a lesbian
She owns a calico cat named Underdog
She has a sweet tooth
She owns a calico cat named Underdog
She has a sweet tooth
Name:
Abigail Babineaux
Alias:
Rachel Ortov
Age:
Thirty
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Tatiana's Secretary at Ortega Tech Union
Background:
White trash. Abigail hated the term with every fiber of her being - but according to everyone she met in her childhood, that's what she and her family was. White trash: poor, worthless, trailer trash, and the list goes on. Abigail was told the same thing from everyone she came across: "you will never amount to anything." And, truthfully, Abigail believed it.
Abigail Babineaux was born in the NSU to a single mother and five younger brothers. When it came to Abigail, she was always put on hold; everybody else came first. At the age of ten, Abigail's mother had saved up all her money and moved the family to Hokuko in hopes of finding a better life. There, Abigail understood what it meant to be inferior. In the NSU, they had enough money to at least pretend they were fine, but in Hokuko, they had spent all their money on plane tickets, and as such could only afford a cockroach ridden trailer surrounded by other cockroach ridden trailers. There was barely enough room for the seven member family and Abigail was forced to share the cough with three of her younger brothers. At the time, Abigail was fiercely protective of her brothers after her father had died. Yet, when others found out at school about her living conditions, Abigail had never felt more ashamed in her life. Trailer trash. It followed her wherever she went, as everyone always knew - was it her matted, usually oily hair that gave her away? Or her clothes that were always filled with holes and rips (it was always embarrassing when she got dress-coded and had to cover the holes in her clothing with duct tape)?
It was around the age of twelve that she discovered the release of self-harm. She didn't do it much, only when the bullying got really bad. She tried to hide it as best as she can, but living in such a small space, her mother was doomed to find out. Her mother never told her that she knew, never said a word, until one day her mother unceremoniously pulled her out of class and brought her to a therapist. The matriarch had been saving up her money ever since she saw the scratches on her precious daughter's arm. Under the care of Dr. Gagnon, Abigail was disagnosed with Clinical Depression. He believed strongly that Abigail's recent bullying had helped bring the disorder out. He prescribed her medicine, but it was expensive and her mother didn't know how she would pay for it. She managed somehow, but Abigail knew she was struggling even more than before.
She was thirteen when she decided to do it. It was a tucked away area that nobody would ever see, and Abigail was convinced that nobody would catch her. Growing cannabis was the easiest thing she had done since she moved to Hokuko. Going to a public school filled with a bunch of medium-waged kids made for easy pickings - she started with the smarter kids ant the athletes, due to the "stress" they often had to deal with. Soon, she was the school's pot dealer. At the age of sixteen, gangs had gotten wind of Abigail's little business and they recruited her to start selling worse and more dangerous drugs. Abigail couldn't refuse, though she knew getting involved with such people would be the death of her. Perhaps it was around this time that she began to hang out with Mykhaila Kedzierski in the basement of a mediocre gang's hidaway. They became close friends fast.
After graduating high school, Abigail did attempt to get her act together and went to college for two or so years before Mykhaila managed to pull her out again. They were careful never to be seen together because of Mykhaila's image that she needed to protect, so perhaps that was why it was so easy for Abigail to fool Tatiana when Mykhaila urged the blonde to become Tatiana's personal assistant for her. Mykhaila convinced Abigail to spy on Tatiana for her under the name Rachel Ortov and Abigail, being a loyal and close friend, chose to do so in order to protect Mykhaila.
Abigail Babineaux was born in the NSU to a single mother and five younger brothers. When it came to Abigail, she was always put on hold; everybody else came first. At the age of ten, Abigail's mother had saved up all her money and moved the family to Hokuko in hopes of finding a better life. There, Abigail understood what it meant to be inferior. In the NSU, they had enough money to at least pretend they were fine, but in Hokuko, they had spent all their money on plane tickets, and as such could only afford a cockroach ridden trailer surrounded by other cockroach ridden trailers. There was barely enough room for the seven member family and Abigail was forced to share the cough with three of her younger brothers. At the time, Abigail was fiercely protective of her brothers after her father had died. Yet, when others found out at school about her living conditions, Abigail had never felt more ashamed in her life. Trailer trash. It followed her wherever she went, as everyone always knew - was it her matted, usually oily hair that gave her away? Or her clothes that were always filled with holes and rips (it was always embarrassing when she got dress-coded and had to cover the holes in her clothing with duct tape)?
It was around the age of twelve that she discovered the release of self-harm. She didn't do it much, only when the bullying got really bad. She tried to hide it as best as she can, but living in such a small space, her mother was doomed to find out. Her mother never told her that she knew, never said a word, until one day her mother unceremoniously pulled her out of class and brought her to a therapist. The matriarch had been saving up her money ever since she saw the scratches on her precious daughter's arm. Under the care of Dr. Gagnon, Abigail was disagnosed with Clinical Depression. He believed strongly that Abigail's recent bullying had helped bring the disorder out. He prescribed her medicine, but it was expensive and her mother didn't know how she would pay for it. She managed somehow, but Abigail knew she was struggling even more than before.
She was thirteen when she decided to do it. It was a tucked away area that nobody would ever see, and Abigail was convinced that nobody would catch her. Growing cannabis was the easiest thing she had done since she moved to Hokuko. Going to a public school filled with a bunch of medium-waged kids made for easy pickings - she started with the smarter kids ant the athletes, due to the "stress" they often had to deal with. Soon, she was the school's pot dealer. At the age of sixteen, gangs had gotten wind of Abigail's little business and they recruited her to start selling worse and more dangerous drugs. Abigail couldn't refuse, though she knew getting involved with such people would be the death of her. Perhaps it was around this time that she began to hang out with Mykhaila Kedzierski in the basement of a mediocre gang's hidaway. They became close friends fast.
After graduating high school, Abigail did attempt to get her act together and went to college for two or so years before Mykhaila managed to pull her out again. They were careful never to be seen together because of Mykhaila's image that she needed to protect, so perhaps that was why it was so easy for Abigail to fool Tatiana when Mykhaila urged the blonde to become Tatiana's personal assistant for her. Mykhaila convinced Abigail to spy on Tatiana for her under the name Rachel Ortov and Abigail, being a loyal and close friend, chose to do so in order to protect Mykhaila.
Other:
- Despite her standing in life, Abigail is really good at secretarial things and is rather organized and professional
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RP: Blood Act
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Secret Word:
Apokalipse
Character Name:
Cosima Crestbloom
Age:
Twenty-four
Mageblood Type:
Clima
Favoured Magic Class:
Aeromancy
Previous Magic Training:
No official training
Race:
Hybird - Naerse and Wood Elf
Appearance:
Cosima, a hybrid, was born with attributes familiar to both Wood Elves and Naerse Humans. Her skin is known for its silken qualities and milky color, pale and sickly-looking to others. Her nose is defined and small, like her elven mother, and her cheekbones high and marbled. However, her lips are shapeless and plump with a tendency to sweat, much like her human father. Her eyes are a deep, sorrowful icy blue with thick eyelashes that curve upwards. Underneath her eyes are sleepless bags, evidence of her many insomnia-ridden nights. Her ears do not have the point that most elves have, but instead are small and round compared to her face. She has the long, curling tendrils of her mother but has the dark brunette color and thickness of her father. In build, she is most like her mother, having a tall, slim build rather than the stocky squatness of her father and stands at 5’8” compared to her father’s 5’6” height. Cosima is typically seen in armor, but when she is relaxing she likes to don simples brown breeches and silken shirts with vests. Cosima hates wearing shoes, liking the feeling of grass on her feet – as such, her feet are calloused and rough.
Short Bio:
Cosima was always told that the love between her mother and father was beautiful. The little hybrid was always told stories about the heart wrenching passion that Fiske felt for Kasula. It was a forbidden romance as Kasula was already promised to an elven warrior and Fiske was married to an herbalist with a child on the way. However, each parent had a very different version to tell.
When fiske would gather Cosima into his lap, near the fire and a dog keeping them company, he would tell her of the pure, whole some love he had for her mother. He would start the tale out simple:
Of course, Cosima’s mother had another story to tell her daughter whilst lying on the floor in black, staring into the depths of nothingness:
After Cosima’s father died, Kasula never left her abode in Shimmerstone. But instead wept and slept all day and all night. Her ex-fiancé, Ruvaen, eventually moved in to take care of the eight year old Cosima who did not quite understand what was happening. Perhaps out of a sense of duty to him, Kasula married him and lived her life as a shut-in seamstress. Ruvaen often entertained Cosima with tales of her father, Fiske, and his beautiful love for Kasula, but Cosima could sense his own heartache. They were never allowed to talk about him when Kasula was near and they avoided the house all together when they smelled the burning aroma of horribly brewed tea. It meant that Kasula was in an especially bad mood.
Ruvaen, a warrior, taught Cosima the art of fighting. He showed her the ways of the bow and the sword, but Cosima demonstrated a predilection for maces and axes. She enjoyed throwing her whole body into the movement rather than the graceful dance that Ruvaen liked. Ruvaen became much like a father figure to Cosima and he supported Cosima in everything she did, taking care of the family despite how Kasula and Fiske had wronged him. He never had a love or a child of his own, but instead his heart yearned for the bitter and cynical Kasula who he knew was further from his reaches than ever.
When Cosima was twelve, Kasula moved the family to New Sanguine, Djarkel on a whim. Ruvaen told Cosima that he believes it was hard for Kasula to live in Shimmerstone, where everything reminded her of her father. In Shimmerstone, Cosima had friends and was treated only slightly differently because of her hybrid nature. However, once she moved to Djarkel, Cosima experienced a harsher discrimination where people avoided her like she had the plague. People never outright said anything to Cosima, but it was obvious that her presence wasn’t wanted in Djarkel.
Cosima eventually grew up to be a bounty huntress, tracking down criminals in order to get fees to support her mother. Ruvaen continued to watch over her and her mother, working his own odd jobs here and there. He became a collector of sorts for information. When Cosima was tracking down a murderer, she went to Ruvaen for information on her bounty. He helped her track her mark down, but was called away by Kasula who needed Ruvaen to fetch her silk to make clothes from. On her own, Cosima fought against the murderer before he held her head underwater, attempting to drown her after her weapon was knocked away. When Cosima believed she was on the verge of death, she felt energy awaken inside of her and she was able to grab a rock and beat the murderer to death with it. With her mageblood unlocked, Cosima went to Ruvaen for advice who advised her to go to the college.
When fiske would gather Cosima into his lap, near the fire and a dog keeping them company, he would tell her of the pure, whole some love he had for her mother. He would start the tale out simple:
“Once upon a time, I was in Shimmerstone, visiting from the small town I lived in. I was making a delivery for my wife, Gunborg. An elf had heard of my wife’s expertly grown herbs and wanted a delivery of Hyssop. I arrived to the city – as beautiful and breathtaking as it is today – and immediately went to the client’s house. It was small house, with flowers hung from the windows in all colors. I knocked three times – only three times – on the door before a beautiful maiden opened the door. She had gorgeous silken hair made of pure gold and skin crafted from ivory. She smiled at me, sweeping back her arm and inviting me inside. I could not help but accept her invitation and I wandered inside, dressed in nothing but greased breeches and a torn, dirtied shirt. She fixed me tea – now that I look back on that time, the tea tasted quite awful, but when she asked, I could only say it was better than my wife’s. She introduced herself to me as Kasula Brushbrooke, soon to be Kasula Guilain. I still remember the sharp sting of disappointment in my heart. Despite the knowledge that it could never happen – me being married and she engaged – I still felt a flutter in my chest when her soft, unworked fingers grazed my own calloused ones. That afternoon we talked for so long, I had almost forgotten to give her the herbs. She took the package from my hand with such grace and her palm caressed mine. She must have been embarrassed as to having forgotten as well – she began to ramble about how she was having shortness of breath. Before I left that night, I promised I’d be back again with the best of Gunborg’s herbs to cure that nasty ailment of hers. And I did. Several times, matter of fact.
For years I visited her, we only talked those nights – I had meself a wife and a son, I couldn’t just very well throw that away, now could I? Still, it felt wrong to lie to Gunborg like that – and several times I had the mind to leave Shimmerstone and never come back. Kasula didn’t have need for my herbs anymore anyways and I had met her fiancé – Ruvaen, I believe his name was. He was a honorable lad, that one. Took care of Kasula as if she were a queen. But every time their wedding drew near, Kasula would postpone it. She says she wasn’t ready, but I think I knew the truth – she wasn’t willing to let me go.
The night you were conceived, I had come to visit Shimmerstone to deliver some motherwort and to finally end the friendship – if you could call it that – between your mother and me. But I just couldn’t do it. The sight of her took my breath away and I ended up forsaking my family that night. Later, when we discovered she was pregnant with you, I knew I had to leave my family back at the town beyond the mountains. Ingolf cried for me to come back and Gunborg ripped up her garden in anger, throwing the shredded pieces at me. But I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. I love your mother, more than I love life itself, and if I couldn’t be with her, then I’d rather have died in the mountains. You can imagine that Ruvaen wasn’t quite happy with your mother and me, he did quite like her, but he couldn’t very well marry your mother when another man’s baby was in her belly, now could he? Living with your mother, waking up every day to see her glowing face and tasting her awful tea, being the father of you…it’s the most blessed thing that has ever happened to me, love. I wouldn’t leave you two for the world.”
For years I visited her, we only talked those nights – I had meself a wife and a son, I couldn’t just very well throw that away, now could I? Still, it felt wrong to lie to Gunborg like that – and several times I had the mind to leave Shimmerstone and never come back. Kasula didn’t have need for my herbs anymore anyways and I had met her fiancé – Ruvaen, I believe his name was. He was a honorable lad, that one. Took care of Kasula as if she were a queen. But every time their wedding drew near, Kasula would postpone it. She says she wasn’t ready, but I think I knew the truth – she wasn’t willing to let me go.
The night you were conceived, I had come to visit Shimmerstone to deliver some motherwort and to finally end the friendship – if you could call it that – between your mother and me. But I just couldn’t do it. The sight of her took my breath away and I ended up forsaking my family that night. Later, when we discovered she was pregnant with you, I knew I had to leave my family back at the town beyond the mountains. Ingolf cried for me to come back and Gunborg ripped up her garden in anger, throwing the shredded pieces at me. But I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. I love your mother, more than I love life itself, and if I couldn’t be with her, then I’d rather have died in the mountains. You can imagine that Ruvaen wasn’t quite happy with your mother and me, he did quite like her, but he couldn’t very well marry your mother when another man’s baby was in her belly, now could he? Living with your mother, waking up every day to see her glowing face and tasting her awful tea, being the father of you…it’s the most blessed thing that has ever happened to me, love. I wouldn’t leave you two for the world.”
Of course, Cosima’s mother had another story to tell her daughter whilst lying on the floor in black, staring into the depths of nothingness:
“It’s the most wretched thing I have ever done, Cosima. Our love was not magical, it was not blessed – it was a consuming poison that blinded us and tainted our hearts. Love is a dangerous thing, dear. It’s a curse placed on us, a punishment. Yes, we were happy for a time. But was it worth it? Was loving your father worth this anguish in my gut, this hatred in my heart? I should’ve married that damned elven fool while I had the chance. Never love, Cosima. In the end, you will only be dead inside. In the end, you will only be alive and miserable while he’s out there somewhere being reborn as a herbalist’s husband. He never should have left her, or his son. I reckon she’s dead now, too.”
After Cosima’s father died, Kasula never left her abode in Shimmerstone. But instead wept and slept all day and all night. Her ex-fiancé, Ruvaen, eventually moved in to take care of the eight year old Cosima who did not quite understand what was happening. Perhaps out of a sense of duty to him, Kasula married him and lived her life as a shut-in seamstress. Ruvaen often entertained Cosima with tales of her father, Fiske, and his beautiful love for Kasula, but Cosima could sense his own heartache. They were never allowed to talk about him when Kasula was near and they avoided the house all together when they smelled the burning aroma of horribly brewed tea. It meant that Kasula was in an especially bad mood.
Ruvaen, a warrior, taught Cosima the art of fighting. He showed her the ways of the bow and the sword, but Cosima demonstrated a predilection for maces and axes. She enjoyed throwing her whole body into the movement rather than the graceful dance that Ruvaen liked. Ruvaen became much like a father figure to Cosima and he supported Cosima in everything she did, taking care of the family despite how Kasula and Fiske had wronged him. He never had a love or a child of his own, but instead his heart yearned for the bitter and cynical Kasula who he knew was further from his reaches than ever.
When Cosima was twelve, Kasula moved the family to New Sanguine, Djarkel on a whim. Ruvaen told Cosima that he believes it was hard for Kasula to live in Shimmerstone, where everything reminded her of her father. In Shimmerstone, Cosima had friends and was treated only slightly differently because of her hybrid nature. However, once she moved to Djarkel, Cosima experienced a harsher discrimination where people avoided her like she had the plague. People never outright said anything to Cosima, but it was obvious that her presence wasn’t wanted in Djarkel.
Cosima eventually grew up to be a bounty huntress, tracking down criminals in order to get fees to support her mother. Ruvaen continued to watch over her and her mother, working his own odd jobs here and there. He became a collector of sorts for information. When Cosima was tracking down a murderer, she went to Ruvaen for information on her bounty. He helped her track her mark down, but was called away by Kasula who needed Ruvaen to fetch her silk to make clothes from. On her own, Cosima fought against the murderer before he held her head underwater, attempting to drown her after her weapon was knocked away. When Cosima believed she was on the verge of death, she felt energy awaken inside of her and she was able to grab a rock and beat the murderer to death with it. With her mageblood unlocked, Cosima went to Ruvaen for advice who advised her to go to the college.
Good Attributes:
As a half-elf, Cosima possesses a nimble body, able to climb just about anything as well as move swiftly and quickly. Nonetheless, her ability relies in her obstinate way of fighting. When battling, she fights like a berserker, throwing everything she has at once. She batters her enemy until they give up and is proficient with maces and axes. She has a sharp sense of sight and hearing, though it is duller than full elves, and is a master tracker.
Bad Attributes:
Conversely, when fighting, it is easy to predict Cosima’s movements and those stronger than her can quickly overpower her because of her way of fighting. She is clumsier than her brethren and tires quickly when fighting. Her opponents only need to outlast her in order to defeat her or get her away from her weapon. Cosima is horrible at travelling and has no ability on a horse, and is rather scared of them, really. She is also apt to get distracted easily.
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Rebirth
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|GENERAL INFORMATION|
Name:
Sabira Whimbleby
Age:
Eighteen
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Female
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Madam
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Human
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Mystic
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Single
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Bisexual
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None
Siblings:
Elspeth Whimbleby
Others:
The Baker
|BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION|
Personality:
The world has corrupted Sabira; a girl who was once carefree and joyful has become embittered and scathing. Those who come across the beggar cannot say much for her character – she yells at those who do not give her money and yells at those who do. On a wonderful sunny day, people avoid her corner to avoid the sarcastic quips and angered remarks that she makes upon her death bed. Sabira has become greedy and selfish, stealing from anyone she can, even children and the elderly. She cares not for their lives, but instead takes in order to extend her pathetic life for just a little bit longer. She lacks empathy, able to turn a dry eye to the saddest tale and is willing to do whatever to survive. Because she is a survivor – she will do whatever it takes in order to live from day to day. Her will is strong and she clings to her life with an iron grip; if she applied her strong will to other such things, Sabira would become a force to reckon with. Her temper is quick and hot, her frustration builds easily, but her frustration and temper only makes her more determined. She is a quick and diligent learner if she so deems the subject worthy of her attention. Among her hot-headed nature, her sarcastic wit, her cynicism, and her selfish greed, Sabira is loyal. Once her loyalty is earned, Sabira will protect you like a dog protects his bone.
Skills:
Sabira grew up on the streets and as such there were several skills she had to attain in order to survive. First, she learned how to climb everything and anything in her path. Second, she learned to steal – from pockets, from hands, from stalls, from purses – and how to run fast when she was caught. Thirdly, Sabira learned the ways of the street. She learned how to interact with the common day thug and how to get what she wanted from such thugs. Her bartering skills and persuasion is her only defense as Sabira never learned how to fight. If any of her defenses failed, Sabira would be forced to run away and hide as fighting would lead to her death.
Biography:
Sabira never knew her parents. All Sabira knew was the kind, smiling face of her older sister Elspeth. All Sabira knew was the sweet, soothing voice of Elspeth – speaking to her, guiding her, helping her. Sabira was born without her parents, without grandparents, but she had Elspeth and Elspeth was her world. Elspeth taught her about herbs and took care of her, despite being only seven years old, and protected Sabira from the dangers of the street. Sabira remembers the warmth of Elspeth’s hand, always holding her tightly as she guided her towards lightness and hope. Then, one day, Elspeth let go of Sabira’s hand and never touched it again. She was gone.
Sabira didn’t understand why Elspeth would leave her, she didn’t understand where Elspeth had gone. One day, she woke up and Elspeth was no longer by her side, holding her hand. The world that had once seem so warm to Sabira grew cold and desperate. The only thing keeping Sabira going was the thought of her sister coming back, the thought of the world being warm again. Soon, however, that faded and the only thing that kept her strong was her will, her will to survive and show Elspeth that she was not a liability, she was not a burden to be tossed on the side of the street. Sabira was determined to make it off the streets, to become something more, but first she had to survive.
Embittered by the world, Sabira relied on her thieving skills to make it through. However, once she moved to a different street in order to protect herself from the cold, a baker took pity on her. He fed her his leftover bread and gave her blankets when she was tired. He told her stories about the war, about the dangers of dragons, and Sabira became loyal to him. She would die to protect the baker. She adopted his view on dragons, she herself becoming a Mystic, and she did everything she could to impress him. She didn’t want him to leave her behind again. The Baker looked after her as if she were his child, though he could not let her stay with him due to his pregnant wife, but Sabira understood. So she stayed on the streets, in an alleyway next to the Baker, watching over him and his wife as well as their healthy son. She could feel herself slowly dying and the fringes of death crept closer to her heart. Yet, she stayed in the alleyway, even though better opportunities would be elsewhere, because she loved the Baker as if he were her father.
Sabira didn’t understand why Elspeth would leave her, she didn’t understand where Elspeth had gone. One day, she woke up and Elspeth was no longer by her side, holding her hand. The world that had once seem so warm to Sabira grew cold and desperate. The only thing keeping Sabira going was the thought of her sister coming back, the thought of the world being warm again. Soon, however, that faded and the only thing that kept her strong was her will, her will to survive and show Elspeth that she was not a liability, she was not a burden to be tossed on the side of the street. Sabira was determined to make it off the streets, to become something more, but first she had to survive.
Embittered by the world, Sabira relied on her thieving skills to make it through. However, once she moved to a different street in order to protect herself from the cold, a baker took pity on her. He fed her his leftover bread and gave her blankets when she was tired. He told her stories about the war, about the dangers of dragons, and Sabira became loyal to him. She would die to protect the baker. She adopted his view on dragons, she herself becoming a Mystic, and she did everything she could to impress him. She didn’t want him to leave her behind again. The Baker looked after her as if she were his child, though he could not let her stay with him due to his pregnant wife, but Sabira understood. So she stayed on the streets, in an alleyway next to the Baker, watching over him and his wife as well as their healthy son. She could feel herself slowly dying and the fringes of death crept closer to her heart. Yet, she stayed in the alleyway, even though better opportunities would be elsewhere, because she loved the Baker as if he were her father.
|DRAGON INFORMATION|
Dragon Color:
Pure white wind dragon
Dragon Name:
Dagfinn
Description of Your Future Adult Dragon:
Dagfinn is a large male dragon of Wind making. Despite his large size, his body is narrow and sleek with four limbs rippling with muscle. His body is pure white except for his crystalline claws that sparkle like diamonds and tinges of peach flesh that color the creases of his body. Horns decorate the back of his skull, straight and narrow, and grow from his chin as well. His face is ridge-less except for the single arched ridge over his small black eye. His mouth and tongue are gray with a cotton-like texture to it. His wings are their own appendages, separate from his forelimbs, and stretch impossibly far with jagged membrane connecting spines. His spine is patterned with dulled spikes that give him a fearsome appearance, like a skeleton with a spine made of bone. He has many teeth, all sharp and lined, and his body is longer than it is wide. His tail extends outwards with a magnificent flourish of a tail, having continued spikes along the length and an arrow ending at the thick tail.
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- Wind Caller – Dagfinn can create powerful gusts of wind with his wings, even creating storms such as tornadoes or hurricanes if near water
- Gale Breather – Dagfinn can spit out gusts of air, aiming it and blowing enemies away; he has the ability to sharpen the air so the wind is able to create small cuts, as well
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- Sabira can be won over by food
- Sabira's favorite color is blue
- Sabira loves birds
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Elspeth Whimbleby
Age:
Twenty-two
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Female
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Madam
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Human
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Dragonia
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Single
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Heterosexual
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None
Siblings:
Sabira Whimbleby
Others:
The Man (Erik)
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Elspeth, much like her sister, has been tainted by the world that has robber her of her life. Elspeth, as a child, was light and friendly, optimistic and naive. However, upon the age of seven, Elspeth's life took a turn and her personality did as well. Forced to make a hard decision, Elspeth's lightness was convoluted until she became cold and ruthless. She lived day to day with no purpose, but instead lived where time never moved for her. Life bored her, but death terrified her. Elspeth became manipulative and cunning, playing with the minds of people in order to get what she wanted. She was selfish and disloyal, only serving her means and always choosing herself over others because of her deep-seated fear of death. However, she is intelligent and reasonable and a powerful ally to have on your side. Despite her barren personality, she retains a small amount of optimism from her childhood.
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Elspeth is a skilled assassin, well-versed in poisons and lying. However, she lacks in hand-to-hand combat and is horrible at sword fighting. But her most important skill is Elspeth's ability to manipulate others to do what she wishes and her ability at lying through her teeth. When she needs to, Elspeth can become anyone she wants through counterfeit.
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Elspeth Whimbleby does not remember much of her mother, but she does remember her golden hair and beautiful eyes and her crying. Elspeth Whimbleby didn’t understand it then, but she was born an illegitimate child. Her father was a married noble who had seduced her mother and when her mother was pregnant, he paid her to keep quiet. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, Elspeth’s mother accepted the money from him and stayed quietly with Elspeth. Three years after Elspeth’s birth, she met a man and became pregnant with Sabira. His identity is unknown. However, at some point, the girls’ mother became unsatisfied with her life and attempted to make Elspeth’s father take responsibility for his daughter. She wanted him to adopt her, acknowledging her as his daughter, in order to give Elspeth the life she couldn’t give him. When he refused, Elspeth’s mother threatened to expose him to his wife. As a noble, he could not have that and so he hired an assassin and on a dark, rainy night, Elspeth and Sabira became orphans.
Elspeth tried her best to take care of Sabira, stealing to sustain the younger girl and playing on people’s pity in order to provide for them. She became manipulative and a lying thief in order to protect Sabira. However, when Sabira became violently ill, Elspeth felt herself powerless to save Sabira. No medicine that she stole helped Sabira or lessened the three year old’s pain. Elspeth, afraid of watching her sister die and fade away, left her in the middle of the night, believing that Sabira would leave in her sleep. Elspeth traveled to a different city in which she made a living through nefarious means, thieving and beating people up to the best abilities a ten year old can. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders for leaving Sabira until Elspeth learned to ignore it, pretending that she didn’t care about anyone or anything.
Eventually, a man took notice of Elspeth’s infamy and took her under his wing, training her in the art of assassination. Elspeth failed in many aspects, especially hand-to-hand and swordsmanship, but she showed a prowess in poisons and subterfuge. The man used her as a diversion, mostly, distracting nobles as he killed people of importance – though, sometimes, Elspeth herself had to do the killing by slipping poison into drinks.
Elspeth tried her best to take care of Sabira, stealing to sustain the younger girl and playing on people’s pity in order to provide for them. She became manipulative and a lying thief in order to protect Sabira. However, when Sabira became violently ill, Elspeth felt herself powerless to save Sabira. No medicine that she stole helped Sabira or lessened the three year old’s pain. Elspeth, afraid of watching her sister die and fade away, left her in the middle of the night, believing that Sabira would leave in her sleep. Elspeth traveled to a different city in which she made a living through nefarious means, thieving and beating people up to the best abilities a ten year old can. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders for leaving Sabira until Elspeth learned to ignore it, pretending that she didn’t care about anyone or anything.
Eventually, a man took notice of Elspeth’s infamy and took her under his wing, training her in the art of assassination. Elspeth failed in many aspects, especially hand-to-hand and swordsmanship, but she showed a prowess in poisons and subterfuge. The man used her as a diversion, mostly, distracting nobles as he killed people of importance – though, sometimes, Elspeth herself had to do the killing by slipping poison into drinks.
|DRAGON INFORMATION|
Dragon Color:
Crimson fire dragon
Dragon Name:
Brynja
Description of Your Future Adult Dragon:
Brynja is a fiercely loyal fire dragon covered in rough, shiny crimson scales. Her face possesses ridges and spikes protrude from her jaw as well as her cheekbones. Two horns curve backwards from her head with three small stubs poking out inbetween. Her yellow, amber eyes are perpetually angry and look relatively small on her medium sized body. Her wings stretch out, powerful and strong, but possessing tears in it from fights. Her strong four limbs have spikes on the shoulder and elbow joints as well as blunt talons. Her spine is lined by tall, thick spikes that travel to the tip of her tail, diminishing in height. Her teeth are small, but needle-like and sharp as well as numerous.
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- Firerender - Brynja can breathe streams of fire from her lungs, creating suffocating smoke and incinerating heat
- Steam Whistler - Brynja is able to blow steam from her nose, creating a cover and/or burning the enemy should they get too close
|OTHER|
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- Terrified of dying
- Favorite color is red
- Likes spicy food
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|GENERAL INFORMATION|
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Matilda Tamsin Graves
Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty
Blood Status:
Half-blood
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Auror
|PERSONAL INFORMATION|
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Matilda is known for her laidback nature, preferring to let time take its course and as such is passive and aimless rather than determined and ambitious. She has a romantic side to her, displaying a creativity that manifests itself in her individualism and imagination, but also in her playful, childish antics and meddling curiosity. As an impulsive individual, Matilda tends to rush into things thoughtlessly and absentmindedly, never thinking about repercussions, but rather preferring instant gratification over delayed. She can be indulgent, allowing others to step on her as well as giving into her desires even if consequences will be dealt because of her lack of restraint. However, she has a refreshing yearning for adventure and a spontaneity that keeps others on their toes when around her; she is excited by the littlest of things and is amiable to everyone, offering her friendship to anyone who she believes is worthy of it – and she believes everyone is worthy of her friendship. Matilda is an idealist and is always looking for the best in people, which sometimes allows others to fool her gullible nature and as such she is hurt rather easily. Nonetheless, Matilda is affectionate and empathetic, able to connect with people effortlessly and can voice her feelings rather well, and she has a rare genuine and honest nature not found in others with a humble perspective as well. She has a predilection for sentimentality and oft will keep things of such value; however, because of her sentimentality, Matilda can be indecisive when it comes to a fork in the road. Matilda much rather seek the advice of someone else or, rather, depend on them to make the decision for her. Because of her dependency, Matilda is rather loyal and will never turn her back on a friend. Even if that friend gets tired with her crass way of speaking and messy, disorganized personality.
Likes:
- Apple juice
- Pie
- Junk food
- Disney and Dreamworks movies
- Being outside
Dislikes:
- Orange juice
- Vegetables
- Crowds
- Being cooped up
- Inspirational movies (she finds them pretentious and boring)
Hobbies:
- Board Games
- Lockpicking
- Genealogy
Fears:
- Heights
- Never having a family
- Meeting Thaddeus Graves Jr.
- Dying alone
- Clowns
- Vampires
History:
The first few years of Matilda's life could be described most accurately as miserable. She lived with her alcoholic single mother who had a strong hand and a taste for violence. It wasn't a particularly grusome abuse, but a slow burning abuse that left a sore cheek a week rather than a night. They lived in the slums, passing through life only on the back of a monthly allowance from Matilda's grandpa. By the age of three, Matilda knew how to stay home by herself for hours on end by surviving on the mercy of her sweet neighbor. At six, Matilda spent most of her time at school, staying way past the time she was supposed to because her mother always forgot to pick her up until later (or she just didn't feel like picking her up). Eventually, Matilda saved up money she found on the street and bought a map of the neighborhood, walking home by herself even though it was several miles.
Matilda never knew her father, only that she was the byproduct of a one-night stand. It was only when she was ten years old that her mother let it slip that the aforementioned one-night stand happened in London. Matilda, knowing that her finding her father would be nearly impossible, ranaway anyways to London from her home in Sheffield. Despite having gone there to search for her father, by the second week she gave up. In London, she lived in alleyways and off of garbage food, or by stealing from grocery stores, while holding a job as a newspaper delivery girl rather than go to school. She experienced a freedom, avoiding society and living with only one person who mattered: her.
On the summer after her eleventh birthday, an owl visited her in the night, handing her a letter to Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor where she made many friends and loved her classes. Now a witch, with a roof over her head, Matilda took advantage of the library at Hogwarts and searched through it for family trees until she found the pureblood family tree of the Graves (who were related very, very, very distantly to the Selwyns) during her Third Year. However, the Graves were not included in the Sacred Twenty-Eight because, around the time that the book was written, Thaddeus Graves had been involved in a scandal with a muggle girl. Matilda believed widely that the Graves were her relatives because of their likeness to her appearance - including natural auburn-red hair, straight teeth, and a slightly gummy smile. When she further researched the family, she found a personal connection to a particular member of the Graves family who was named, ironically, Thaddeus Graves Jr. and was a successful and popular auror. Matilda was convinced he was her father and idolized him. Upon graduating, Matilda changed her name from Matilda Brown to Matilda Graves.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Matilda went to the academy to become an auror like her father for the chance to meet him. It was the hardest she ever worked for something. However, when Voldemort took over the Ministry of Magic and the Graves family turned out to be Death Eaters, Matilda felt betrayed. She was disheartened and didn't see the point of being an auror anymore or doing anything anymore. Matilda was, once again, aimless in life. So, she went into hiding because of her blood status and dyed her hair white in an attempt to ruin the likeness between her and Thaddeus.
Matilda never knew her father, only that she was the byproduct of a one-night stand. It was only when she was ten years old that her mother let it slip that the aforementioned one-night stand happened in London. Matilda, knowing that her finding her father would be nearly impossible, ranaway anyways to London from her home in Sheffield. Despite having gone there to search for her father, by the second week she gave up. In London, she lived in alleyways and off of garbage food, or by stealing from grocery stores, while holding a job as a newspaper delivery girl rather than go to school. She experienced a freedom, avoiding society and living with only one person who mattered: her.
On the summer after her eleventh birthday, an owl visited her in the night, handing her a letter to Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor where she made many friends and loved her classes. Now a witch, with a roof over her head, Matilda took advantage of the library at Hogwarts and searched through it for family trees until she found the pureblood family tree of the Graves (who were related very, very, very distantly to the Selwyns) during her Third Year. However, the Graves were not included in the Sacred Twenty-Eight because, around the time that the book was written, Thaddeus Graves had been involved in a scandal with a muggle girl. Matilda believed widely that the Graves were her relatives because of their likeness to her appearance - including natural auburn-red hair, straight teeth, and a slightly gummy smile. When she further researched the family, she found a personal connection to a particular member of the Graves family who was named, ironically, Thaddeus Graves Jr. and was a successful and popular auror. Matilda was convinced he was her father and idolized him. Upon graduating, Matilda changed her name from Matilda Brown to Matilda Graves.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Matilda went to the academy to become an auror like her father for the chance to meet him. It was the hardest she ever worked for something. However, when Voldemort took over the Ministry of Magic and the Graves family turned out to be Death Eaters, Matilda felt betrayed. She was disheartened and didn't see the point of being an auror anymore or doing anything anymore. Matilda was, once again, aimless in life. So, she went into hiding because of her blood status and dyed her hair white in an attempt to ruin the likeness between her and Thaddeus.
|EDUCATIONAL INFORMATION|
School:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House:
Gryffindor
Best Core Class:
Transfiguration
Worst Core Class:
Potions
|MAGICAL INFORMATION|
Wand:
Cedar Wood | Dragon Heartstring | 12" | Rigid
Boggart:
A ladder that thrusts her up, up, up into the air and symbolizes her fear of heights
Animagus:
Raccoon
Patronus:
Raccoon
Amortentia:
Freshly Cut Grass | Vanilla | Peppermint
|EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION|
Birthday:
January 11
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual
Talents:
Mimicking animal sounds
Habits:
Biting her nails and flipping things upside down
Past Relationships:
None of importance.
Pet:
A sewer rat that Matilda took a liking too when in hiding - her name is Sue (sewage). Matilda had her checked for diseases in the muggle world.
OP
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4 days ago
RP: Freymont Academy
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Year:
"Do not mistake me for a coward like you."
Likes:
Dislikes:
Biggest Fear:
"Is that an oversized bird? Oh, no, my mistake. It's an angel."
Initiation:
Skills:
"I am not scared of them. I am a lion, not a lamb."
Personality:
Biography:
"They're lions, mom...and I'm terrified."
Name:
Hero Katsaros
Gender:
Female
Age:
Eighteen
Year:
First Year – eight months
"Do not mistake me for a coward like you."
Likes:
- Rain
- Swimming
- Insects (especially bees and preying mantises)
- Organization
- Tea
- Gambling
- Studying
- Rules
- Colors: Pink and Grey
- Oranges
- Light perfume
- Berries
- Pottery
- Music
- Mushrooms
- Animal impressions
Dislikes:
- Sleeping with doors open
- Food touching other food
- Colors: Green and White
- Fresh juice
- Loud environment
- Overcooked meat
- Onions and peppers
- Hiccups
- Sand and dirt between toes
- Invasion of space
Biggest Fear:
On a physical level:
Fire
On an emotional level:
Dying from illness
"Is that an oversized bird? Oh, no, my mistake. It's an angel."
Weapon:
Mjolnir is the combination of a war hammer and a three-section staff. While Mjolnir has the head of a war hammer, the staff connected to it has the ability to become disjointed when pulled apart and snapped, separating into three pieces. This allows Mjolnir to have flexibility when Hero needs it to, throwing in martial arts and catching the enemy off guard. Mjolnir is, nonetheless, able to stay rigid when Hero uses it as a war hammer, throwing her might into it and striking her enemies. The length of Mjolnir is four feet and a half, only a foot smaller than Hero herself. The ridged spikes on the hammer head are covered in auren as well as the long, extended spike on the opposite side of the hammer head.
Initiation:
During Initiation, when Hero stepped into swampy water, her heart dropped. However, it wasn’t until the crocodile grabbed onto her leg and dragged her to the depths of the makeshift swamp that she worried. The crocodile’s teeth pierced her leg muscles, tearing her flesh, and the dirty swamp water stung her eyes, making it hard for her to see. The crocodile began to roll, Hero’s head smashed against a rock one time before she managed to tear her leg from the crocodile’s grip, rendering her leg incapacitated. Before the animal could strike back, however, Hero wrestled with the creature, wrapping her arms around his snout and dragging it backwards until she heard the snapping of its spine. The animal hung limp in her arms and Hero swam to the surface, gasping for air, her leg useless until the medics retrieved her.
Skills:
Hero is flexible and strong, able to twist her body accordingly and slam her body weight into the throws of her hammer. However, only her shoulders are strong and her legs are particularly weak. She favors her left leg as the Initiation has left a permanent handicap in which her left leg is not as strong as it should be, and probably will never be. It is her weak spot and if targeted, she will most likely go down. Despite having fast reflexes and fighting know-how, Hero’s movements are completely readable and predictable because of the energy spent throwing her body into her attacks. The blonde tires quickly and she always aims for the kill, but it would be relatively easy for an opponent to outlast her. Hero possesses survival knowledge due to a fascination with nature as well as her studying habit.
"I am not scared of them. I am a lion, not a lamb."
Personality:
Hero was a natural born hunter, displaying predatory tendencies since she was a child. Like a lion, she is possessive and prone to outbursts of anger when her boundaries are pushed. However, like a tiger, she displays a cold intelligence that understands that sacrifice must be made. Hero has trouble making emotional connections, though she is not entirely sociopathic, but rather sees emotions as a liability and burden than a redeeming nature. As such, she has no need for lightly treading and empathy – Hero is blunt and caustic, saying what is on her mind and how she feels without a care for who she hurts. Though she acts mainly on logic and reason, always calculating every step or move and how it will affect her surroundings, Hero is not unlikely to act impulsively if her ire is provoked. Therefore, her hot-headed nature is her weakness to enemies and a point to strike if they want her distracted. Despite all her misgivings, the worst of all her traits is her arrogance – though, sometimes, it is not wrongly placed. Hero does not believe she is the best, as she knows that is not true, but she will look down on her enemies and fellow classmates with a cynicism if she believes she is stronger than them. Furthermore, those that wrong her will never get a second chance in her life as Hero is unforgiving and ruthless once she turns her back on someone, rage and betrayal blinding her. But Hero is not without her good points, either. Hero is a studious young woman who dapples in survival knowledge and relies heavily on book learning to support her training. She is intelligent and realistic, able to calibrate her situation carefully and mostly accurately, unless she is distracted by anger. When Hero says she will do something, though, she will do it as there is more stubbornness in her than a herd of bulls. Hero hates the idea of losing, even if it means losing to her, or anyone else’s, expectations, and therefore is determined and stubborn to do her best in everything she does. Conversely to her character, Hero can be very childlike as well. She enjoys sweet things, like children, and has no self control when it comes to instant gratification – she would rather have something now than wait for it later. She often lashes out like a child, wanting to hurt those that hurt her. And, well, she can be rather innocent when it comes to relations and displays a naivety that many her age do not have. Likewise, she tends to answer all opposition with violence rather than diplomacy.
Biography:
Fear causes people to do strange things: Hero understood this at a young age.
Born to a blacksmith and a Protican, Hero was the third child to the young Katsaros couple. Well, if you could call the two before her children – rather, they never were able to experience childhood like Hero was able to. Hero’s mother, Edda Katsaros, was a skilled Protican with an unparalleled hatred for Angels. Edda was a woman much like Hero, a stubborn hot-head who threw everything she had when angered; however, she oft threw too much of what she did not have and it cost her fertility. After taking too many blows to the abdomen, her passion for fighting the angels made it hard for Edda to conceive: the first child, Grimhuld, was a miscarriage; the second child, Ander, was a stillborn. If she had been born in a different time, a different place, Hero might have been called a miracle.
Edda Katsaros had been scarred after losing her second child and a terror grew in her heart. Edda became paranoid and delirious, believing that everyone was an angel coming to take away her daughter. Eventually, Hero’s father couldn’t take it anymore and left his wife, hoping that living away from him would help her heal. However, he was unable to take Hero with him as Edda held onto her with an iron grip. Edda became even more convinced that angels were targeting her, even believing that her ex-husband was an angel himself. Afraid that harm would come to her baby, Edda trained Hero since she was five to fight, and would expose her daughter to horrid tales – some were made up and some were true – in order to instill a fear in her daughter. She hoped that this fear would keep Hero alive. It did the opposite; Hero would freeze up when fighting and so Edda tried a new plan, teaching Hero a mantra for whenever she got scared: “I'm not scared of lambs, only lions.” When Hero was afraid, Edda taught her to repeat it over and over again.
Growing up, because of her mother’s paranoia, Hero often never hung out with other people, but instead spent her time training. She never resented her mother for working her hard, but instead saw it as a welcome leisure and grew to love training and studying. However, being cooped up with limited social interaction stunted Hero’s communal growth and thus has a hard time coping with others, often reacting with violence as that was the only thing she really knew. Every now and then, Edda would allow Hero to see her father, but only under intense supervision, much to his frustration. Edda still saw him as an angel there to take away her baby. When the time came, Edda relished in sending Hero to Freymont Academy, believing that there she would be safe from angels.
Born to a blacksmith and a Protican, Hero was the third child to the young Katsaros couple. Well, if you could call the two before her children – rather, they never were able to experience childhood like Hero was able to. Hero’s mother, Edda Katsaros, was a skilled Protican with an unparalleled hatred for Angels. Edda was a woman much like Hero, a stubborn hot-head who threw everything she had when angered; however, she oft threw too much of what she did not have and it cost her fertility. After taking too many blows to the abdomen, her passion for fighting the angels made it hard for Edda to conceive: the first child, Grimhuld, was a miscarriage; the second child, Ander, was a stillborn. If she had been born in a different time, a different place, Hero might have been called a miracle.
Edda Katsaros had been scarred after losing her second child and a terror grew in her heart. Edda became paranoid and delirious, believing that everyone was an angel coming to take away her daughter. Eventually, Hero’s father couldn’t take it anymore and left his wife, hoping that living away from him would help her heal. However, he was unable to take Hero with him as Edda held onto her with an iron grip. Edda became even more convinced that angels were targeting her, even believing that her ex-husband was an angel himself. Afraid that harm would come to her baby, Edda trained Hero since she was five to fight, and would expose her daughter to horrid tales – some were made up and some were true – in order to instill a fear in her daughter. She hoped that this fear would keep Hero alive. It did the opposite; Hero would freeze up when fighting and so Edda tried a new plan, teaching Hero a mantra for whenever she got scared: “I'm not scared of lambs, only lions.” When Hero was afraid, Edda taught her to repeat it over and over again.
Growing up, because of her mother’s paranoia, Hero often never hung out with other people, but instead spent her time training. She never resented her mother for working her hard, but instead saw it as a welcome leisure and grew to love training and studying. However, being cooped up with limited social interaction stunted Hero’s communal growth and thus has a hard time coping with others, often reacting with violence as that was the only thing she really knew. Every now and then, Edda would allow Hero to see her father, but only under intense supervision, much to his frustration. Edda still saw him as an angel there to take away her baby. When the time came, Edda relished in sending Hero to Freymont Academy, believing that there she would be safe from angels.
"They're lions, mom...and I'm terrified."
OP
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"Hm. Sounds like a you problem, not a we problem."
D I S C L A I M E R: The Morrigan may or may not have been intoxicated whilst talking about her fellow deities. As such, she cannot be held liable for anything she has said
Janus → James Alfero
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Hades → Hadrian Pryde
"He's my beoir deartháir - my beer brother. My best drinking buddy - wish I had stayed near him, but America has angry drunks and I love angry drunks."
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Benzaiten → Amane Mikami
"Benzaiten? That ending part sounds like satan...coincidence? I think not. But no, I do not know anybody by the name Menaiton...what? Oh, Benzaiten."
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Aphrodite → Ellen Dove
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Huitzilopochtli → Hewitt Danford
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Anubis → Andrew Jackley
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Jormungand → Jordan Natter
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Maximón → Sebastian Morales
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Persephone → Kora Black
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Bastet → Sable Amasi
*uncontrollable laughter* "She's that-that" *hysterical sniggering* "that cat-lady goddess right? Oh God, I love her. Please, please, please, please, please - what was I gonna say? - oh, please, tell me that she's" *hiccuping* "all alone living with, like, four hundred cats with weird ass names like Mrs. Mewler or Captain Pancake - what the fuck does a pancake have to do with a cat?" *more laughing*
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Nemesis → June Fallon
"Anemanemansis! I fuggin' love her! She's like Christmas, but the opposite! Great taste in booze, too! Like this one time, this one time, sh-she brought me this alcohol-y thing and we, like, drank it and -" *reminiscent inebriated chuckles* "She's like Santa! But instead of presents, she brings alcohol!"
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Máni → Emmanuel Welch
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Nike → Nicole Harrow
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Jack Mercer
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Loki → Lawrence Lafferty
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Quetzalcoatl → Querido Castillo
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Sleipnir → Stephen Lord
"In't he the eight-legged horse? Has he become a person now? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised - stranger things have come about from our transition. I wonder how his hair looks...Is it glossy and long? Ooh, does he look a bit like Fabio? I fucking love Fabio."
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Fenrir → Wolfgang Reinhardt
"Ha, he goes by Wolfgang now, does'e? Mm, Fenrir was a fun time. Like my own personal free whore. So I guess that just makes him a helluva booty-call."
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Hel → Helena Hansen
"A big pain in the ass. Never met anyone so anal about everything. Some alcohol could do her good, really."
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Baron Samedi → Jean-François Salomon
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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4 days ago
RP: The Ruins of Hogwarts
Theme Song | Elements - Lindsey Stirling
►N A M E◄
Mina Baek
►N I C K N A M E◄
Minnie
Baby Face (family only)
►A G E◄
Sixteen
►G E N D E R◄
Female
►S E X U A L I T Y◄
Closeted Bisexual
►R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S◄
Single
►H O U S E◄
Hufflepuff
►Y E A R◄
Sixth
►W A N D◄
Sycamore|Unicorn Hair|Unyielding|11"
Sycamore
Unicorn Hair
►P A T R O N U S◄
►B O G G A R T◄
Thunderstorms
►B L O O D S T A T U S◄
Pureblood
►P E T◄
Ramyeon is a female cat, often mistaken as a chimera, though, in reality, Ramyeon is much more likely to be a calico. Ramyeon was once named Eopsin, but after gobbling up Mina’s ramyeon while she was in the bathroom, the cat has been renamed. Ramyeon loves catnip and noodles of any sorts and will often eat the noodles straight from a person’s bowl when they’re right there. However, the oddest thing about Ramyeon is her kleptomaniac tendencies. At night, Ramyeon goes on the prowl in the neighborhood or dorms and steals odd items that she finds, bringing them back and storing them under Mina’s bed. She has stolen a sponge before as well as underwear, clothing of all sorts, a stuffed animal in first year, and even the comforter off of a sleeping student (though she abandoned it shortly after because of its weight). Ramyeon doesn’t like strangers touching her, but is rather affectionate towards Mina…unless Mina isn’t sharing her noodles, in which Ramyeon will take to pushing things over and biting. Before closing any doors, Mina often has to check on the top of the opened door as Ramyeon likes to perch there.
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►A P P E A R A N C E◄
Mina is an Asian girl of average height, being five foot five and weighing a healthy 123. 4 pounds. She is of Korean descent, both of her parents having been born in South Korea. In her family, Mina is noted by her relatives as having a childish face with a natural innocence in her eyes. As such, she has been called Baby Face by most of her family ever since she has hit puberty. The teenager prefers to keep her hair long and of a darker shade, though she will lighten her hair time to time with a dash of dyed red, and is overly concerned with her personal hygeine. Before she goes to breakfast or goes to bed, Mina performs a regiment skin care ritual on her face in order to keep it clear and soft and often places protectice hair products in her strands to keep it silky and shiny. When Mina was fifteen, she was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) which affects her body weight and menstrual cycle. As such, Mina can only have a small amount of sugar a day and tends to obsess over the amount of calories she intakes.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Mina treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a sophisticated preppy fashion style with her trendy, simple dresses or high-waisted skirts. Mina likes jewel or peter pan necklines over any other neckline and downright refuses to wear a sweetheart neckline. Mina is careful to balance her expensive clothes with only a light amount of jewelry, usually simple earrings - her favorite are her pearl earrings - and a silver necklace with one ring on her finger. If she is feeling particularly daring, Mina might wear bracelets, but she typically leaves her wrists bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Mina's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. The only time she will be caught dead with a ponytail is if she is working out or sleeping. Mina loves silk and as such will only wear silk pajamas and undergarments. There will be rare times where Mina will wear a simple t-shirt and jeans, and if you see her in such an attire, she was either sick or otherwise not her usual self or doesn't value your opinion.
►L I K E S◄
Jay Baek (Father) - Junior Minister in the Department of International Magic Cooperation
Ji-yeon Baek (Mother) - Owner of Earthly Cures, an herbal shop
Min-woo Baek (Older Brother) - works at Earthly Cures
Min-hee Baek (Older Sister) - Assistant to an official in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes
In-shik Baek (Paternal grandfather) - retired
Ga-in Baek (Paternal grandmother) - retired
Myung-ok Moon (Maternal grandmother) - farmer in Korea
Jae-eun Lee (Paternal aunt)
Kwang-jo Lee (Paternal uncle) - an official in the Korean government
Hye-mi Lee (Paternal cousin) - student at Mahoutokoro
Hye-jin Lee (Paternal cousin) - student at Mahoutokoro
Theme Song | Elements - Lindsey Stirling
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►N A M E◄
Mina Baek
►N I C K N A M E◄
Minnie
Baby Face (family only)
►A G E◄
Sixteen
►G E N D E R◄
Female
►S E X U A L I T Y◄
Closeted Bisexual
►R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S◄
Single
֎ ֎ ֎
֎ ֎ ֎
►H O U S E◄
Hufflepuff
►Y E A R◄
Sixth
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֎ ֎ ֎
►W A N D◄
Sycamore|Unicorn Hair|Unyielding|11"
Sycamore
The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored,’ and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods.
Unicorn Hair
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.
Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.
►P A T R O N U S◄
►B O G G A R T◄
Thunderstorms
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֎ ֎ ֎
►B L O O D S T A T U S◄
Pureblood
►P E T◄
Ramyeon is a female cat, often mistaken as a chimera, though, in reality, Ramyeon is much more likely to be a calico. Ramyeon was once named Eopsin, but after gobbling up Mina’s ramyeon while she was in the bathroom, the cat has been renamed. Ramyeon loves catnip and noodles of any sorts and will often eat the noodles straight from a person’s bowl when they’re right there. However, the oddest thing about Ramyeon is her kleptomaniac tendencies. At night, Ramyeon goes on the prowl in the neighborhood or dorms and steals odd items that she finds, bringing them back and storing them under Mina’s bed. She has stolen a sponge before as well as underwear, clothing of all sorts, a stuffed animal in first year, and even the comforter off of a sleeping student (though she abandoned it shortly after because of its weight). Ramyeon doesn’t like strangers touching her, but is rather affectionate towards Mina…unless Mina isn’t sharing her noodles, in which Ramyeon will take to pushing things over and biting. Before closing any doors, Mina often has to check on the top of the opened door as Ramyeon likes to perch there.
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►A P P E A R A N C E◄
Mina is an Asian girl of average height, being five foot five and weighing a healthy 123. 4 pounds. She is of Korean descent, both of her parents having been born in South Korea. In her family, Mina is noted by her relatives as having a childish face with a natural innocence in her eyes. As such, she has been called Baby Face by most of her family ever since she has hit puberty. The teenager prefers to keep her hair long and of a darker shade, though she will lighten her hair time to time with a dash of dyed red, and is overly concerned with her personal hygeine. Before she goes to breakfast or goes to bed, Mina performs a regiment skin care ritual on her face in order to keep it clear and soft and often places protectice hair products in her strands to keep it silky and shiny. When Mina was fifteen, she was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) which affects her body weight and menstrual cycle. As such, Mina can only have a small amount of sugar a day and tends to obsess over the amount of calories she intakes.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Mina treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a sophisticated preppy fashion style with her trendy, simple dresses or high-waisted skirts. Mina likes jewel or peter pan necklines over any other neckline and downright refuses to wear a sweetheart neckline. Mina is careful to balance her expensive clothes with only a light amount of jewelry, usually simple earrings - her favorite are her pearl earrings - and a silver necklace with one ring on her finger. If she is feeling particularly daring, Mina might wear bracelets, but she typically leaves her wrists bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Mina's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. The only time she will be caught dead with a ponytail is if she is working out or sleeping. Mina loves silk and as such will only wear silk pajamas and undergarments. There will be rare times where Mina will wear a simple t-shirt and jeans, and if you see her in such an attire, she was either sick or otherwise not her usual self or doesn't value your opinion.
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►L I K E S◄
- Raw Cookie Dough
- Colors: Pink and Light Green
- Silky Hair
- Cats
- Sugar Quills
- Ostrich Feather Quills
- Eomandu (Korean Dumplings)
- Sending Howlers
- Venus Flytraps
- Flowers (Specifically: Plumeria, Dahlia, Tulips, Birds of Paradise, Dancing Girls, Starfish flower, and Snake Gourd Flower)
- Herbology and Transfiguration
- Singing
- Classical and pop music
- Playing the violin
- Designer brands
- Silk and velvet
- Luminous balloons
- Chocolate milk
- Dark comedies
- Muggle Fashion
►D I S L I K E S◄
- Dark colors
- Dogs
- Itchy or rough fabric
- Sound of balloons popping
- Pizza and tacos
- Jam and Toast or French Toast
- Receiving Howlers
- Folk music
- Carbonated drinks
- Defense Against the Dark Arts and Astronomy
- Getting anything underneath her nails
- Stains on her clothing
- Loud noises
- Romance movies
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It is often met with disbelief when Mina reveals that her house is Hufflepuff. Afterall, it is not often that a girl so shallow and selfish is placed into the most hard-working and friendliest house. Mina is noted for her materialistic personality, preferring designer bags and diamonds earrings over friends, and for her self-indulgent predilection. Mina is the type of girl that when she wants something, she will get it and she is thoughtless in that she never thinks of how her ambitious and indulging will affect her later on or others. As such, people see her as careless and childish rather than the sophisticated, careful woman she emulates to be. Her playful nature and emotional outbursts furthers others' opinion of her as immature and juvenile. Adding to her shallow and superficial image, Mina is hot-tempered and, when she believes she is wronged, will hold lifelong grudges, even if it is over something completely petty.
However, Mina is not without her virtues. She possesses a light character, playful and with a odd and soft sense of humor that is oddly endearing to others. When she begins something, Mina throws her whole self into it, showing an admirable dedication to her endevours. And though people oft question her placement in Hufflepuff, her hard-working and friendly disposition is clearly the reason for her appointment. Mina is friendly and always tries to include everybody; she also retains a refreshing, liberal open mind that leads her to fighting for what she believes is right in the world. Plus, Mina is rather smart and studious, enjoying learning about the world and sees schooling as fun rather than a prison - though she hates homework and tests with a passion.
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The Baek family is a rich, pure-blooded clan originating from Korea. The most prominent family within the clan is that of Jay Baek, a high ranking Ministry official. His wife is a little known half-blood herbologist who runs a small, locally-operated business which came as a surprise for others because of the preceding repuation of the Baek clan as socialites and elitists. They are most well known for their materialism and well-kept image as well as their vast array of celebrity friends due to great networking. The Baek family became popular in the wizarding media when it was leaked to the Daily Prophet that their firstborn, Min-woo Baek, was, in fact, a squib.
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It is often met with disbelief when Mina reveals that her house is Hufflepuff. Afterall, it is not often that a girl so shallow and selfish is placed into the most hard-working and friendliest house. Mina is noted for her materialistic personality, preferring designer bags and diamonds earrings over friends, and for her self-indulgent predilection. Mina is the type of girl that when she wants something, she will get it and she is thoughtless in that she never thinks of how her ambitious and indulging will affect her later on or others. As such, people see her as careless and childish rather than the sophisticated, careful woman she emulates to be. Her playful nature and emotional outbursts furthers others' opinion of her as immature and juvenile. Adding to her shallow and superficial image, Mina is hot-tempered and, when she believes she is wronged, will hold lifelong grudges, even if it is over something completely petty.
However, Mina is not without her virtues. She possesses a light character, playful and with a odd and soft sense of humor that is oddly endearing to others. When she begins something, Mina throws her whole self into it, showing an admirable dedication to her endevours. And though people oft question her placement in Hufflepuff, her hard-working and friendly disposition is clearly the reason for her appointment. Mina is friendly and always tries to include everybody; she also retains a refreshing, liberal open mind that leads her to fighting for what she believes is right in the world. Plus, Mina is rather smart and studious, enjoying learning about the world and sees schooling as fun rather than a prison - though she hates homework and tests with a passion.
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The Baek family is a rich, pure-blooded clan originating from Korea. The most prominent family within the clan is that of Jay Baek, a high ranking Ministry official. His wife is a little known half-blood herbologist who runs a small, locally-operated business which came as a surprise for others because of the preceding repuation of the Baek clan as socialites and elitists. They are most well known for their materialism and well-kept image as well as their vast array of celebrity friends due to great networking. The Baek family became popular in the wizarding media when it was leaked to the Daily Prophet that their firstborn, Min-woo Baek, was, in fact, a squib.
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Jay Baek (Father) - Junior Minister in the Department of International Magic Cooperation
Ji-yeon Baek (Mother) - Owner of Earthly Cures, an herbal shop
Min-woo Baek (Older Brother) - works at Earthly Cures
Min-hee Baek (Older Sister) - Assistant to an official in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes
In-shik Baek (Paternal grandfather) - retired
Ga-in Baek (Paternal grandmother) - retired
Myung-ok Moon (Maternal grandmother) - farmer in Korea
Jae-eun Lee (Paternal aunt)
Kwang-jo Lee (Paternal uncle) - an official in the Korean government
Hye-mi Lee (Paternal cousin) - student at Mahoutokoro
Hye-jin Lee (Paternal cousin) - student at Mahoutokoro
►P L A C E O F O R I G I N◄
Sheffield, England
►H I S T O R Y◄
Mina Baek was the third and youngest child born to Jay and Ji-yeon Baek. While she is completely of Korean descent, she has never permanently lived in Korea, but instead was born in Sheffield, England. When her father was young, the Baek family migrated to England in hopes that they could find a better political standing there rather than the infamous, yet uninfluential, prominence that the Baek family held in Korea. As such, Jay Baek never really knew Korea all that well, though he knew the customs and language like the back of his hand. At Hogwarts, Jay and his sister, Jae-eun, were sorted into Slytherin and made a name for themselves with their ambitions. However, upon graduation, Jay went to England in order to reconnect with his heritage. In Korea, Jay met the small farm girl Ji-yeon, a herbologist with a passion for nature and an adamant pacifist. He was immediately smitten and, within a year, they were married and living in England. Jay's marriage to a small, unknown girl shocked the family and fellow friends. Jay helped Ji-yeon start up a small business in Sheffield while he began to rise in ranks at the Ministry of Magic.
After a couple years of marriage, the couple had their first son, Min-woo. After Min-woo came along Min-Hee, and then finally Mina came to be. Mina grew up being doted on by her father, but she preferred the silent company of her mother as they both tended to the garden. Min-Hee spent most of her time following around Min-woo who was being primmed for his position to becoming the next head of the Baek family. Growing up, her father was slightly prejudiced, though it didn't always show. It was the little things, here ant here, and when it was discovered that Min-woo was a squib, Mina's father was absolutely horrified. He locked himself in his office for days until, finally having enough of his temper tantrum, Ji-yeon knocked the door down and dragged him out to apologize to his son. Afterwards, the whole family was lectured - even Jay Baek - on acceptance and openmindedness. Mina took the lesson to heart, treating Min-woo the same, though in the beginning she only initiatedly treated him as such because she wanted her mother's praise as a five year old is wont to do, Mina understood her actions later on in life. However, Min-hee, only three years younger than her brother, understood the silent tension between her brother and father and so she became distant from him, just as her father became distant to him. After his lack of magic was discovered, Min-woo was no longer being given lessons by his father to become the head of house or how to run a business or be a man, but instead his father avoided him like the plague. Min-hee took his place, rather, and Jay Baek began to teach Min-hee all he could about magic.
It was with relief when Min-hee turned to have full access to magic and went to Hogwarts, being sorted into Slytherin much like her father was. Not only that, but Min-hee excelled in school, mastering her wand with ease. Meanwhile, with nothing more to do with his life, Min-woo attended a muggle school and began to learn herbology in order to help out his mother at the shop. During those years, the family kept themselves busy, pretending as if the tension wasn't mounting; as such, Min-woo took care of Mina a lot and Mina found herself relying on Min-woo often. However, Mina was afraid that she would turn out like Min-woo, a squib, and so she would sneak into her father's office whenever she could and snoop in his books in order to learn more about magic.
When Mina got her letter from Hogwarts, she was ecstatic and Min-hee was excited just as much for her. While the family was surprised that she was sorted into Hufflepuff (and it became a frequent area of ribbing throughout the years), everything went well for Mina during the first couple years at Hogwarts.
In her second year, Mina first kissed a girl and discovered that she quite liked it. However, she never told anyone about the kiss or her flexible sexuality, afraid that it would reach her father and he would shun her much like he shunned her brother. Mina resolved that, no matter what, she would marry a man and never have relations with a girl in her entire life because she was afraid of her family's judgement.
In her fourth year, during the summer, Mina came home and was snooping in her father's office to find a missing book, when she came across a Death Eater's mask. Outraged that he father would participate in such bigotry, Mina confronted him and he begged her not to tell her mother in fear that she would divorce him. Mina felt betrayed for Min-woo, considering Death Eaters' belief system that discriminated against not only muggles and muggleborns, but half-bloods and squibs as well. She never told anyone, especially Min-woo, in order to protect her family, but her relationship thereafter became strained with her father and she refused to talk to him alone, though she pretended as if everything was fine when others were around. Perhaps in hopes of reuniting with his daughter, Jay Baek burned his robes and smashed his mask, effectively ending his association with the Death Eaters, though he still holds their beliefs. Nevertheless, Mina was obstinate in giving the cold shoulder to her father.
During her fifth year, her father ran for Minister of Magic and lost the election. Her sister, Min-hee, got a job at the ministry as a lowly assistant, but she was determined to make her way up, and her brother began to secretly see a muggle girl behind his father's back, though his mother knew about it.
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Sheffield, England
►H I S T O R Y◄
Mina Baek was the third and youngest child born to Jay and Ji-yeon Baek. While she is completely of Korean descent, she has never permanently lived in Korea, but instead was born in Sheffield, England. When her father was young, the Baek family migrated to England in hopes that they could find a better political standing there rather than the infamous, yet uninfluential, prominence that the Baek family held in Korea. As such, Jay Baek never really knew Korea all that well, though he knew the customs and language like the back of his hand. At Hogwarts, Jay and his sister, Jae-eun, were sorted into Slytherin and made a name for themselves with their ambitions. However, upon graduation, Jay went to England in order to reconnect with his heritage. In Korea, Jay met the small farm girl Ji-yeon, a herbologist with a passion for nature and an adamant pacifist. He was immediately smitten and, within a year, they were married and living in England. Jay's marriage to a small, unknown girl shocked the family and fellow friends. Jay helped Ji-yeon start up a small business in Sheffield while he began to rise in ranks at the Ministry of Magic.
After a couple years of marriage, the couple had their first son, Min-woo. After Min-woo came along Min-Hee, and then finally Mina came to be. Mina grew up being doted on by her father, but she preferred the silent company of her mother as they both tended to the garden. Min-Hee spent most of her time following around Min-woo who was being primmed for his position to becoming the next head of the Baek family. Growing up, her father was slightly prejudiced, though it didn't always show. It was the little things, here ant here, and when it was discovered that Min-woo was a squib, Mina's father was absolutely horrified. He locked himself in his office for days until, finally having enough of his temper tantrum, Ji-yeon knocked the door down and dragged him out to apologize to his son. Afterwards, the whole family was lectured - even Jay Baek - on acceptance and openmindedness. Mina took the lesson to heart, treating Min-woo the same, though in the beginning she only initiatedly treated him as such because she wanted her mother's praise as a five year old is wont to do, Mina understood her actions later on in life. However, Min-hee, only three years younger than her brother, understood the silent tension between her brother and father and so she became distant from him, just as her father became distant to him. After his lack of magic was discovered, Min-woo was no longer being given lessons by his father to become the head of house or how to run a business or be a man, but instead his father avoided him like the plague. Min-hee took his place, rather, and Jay Baek began to teach Min-hee all he could about magic.
It was with relief when Min-hee turned to have full access to magic and went to Hogwarts, being sorted into Slytherin much like her father was. Not only that, but Min-hee excelled in school, mastering her wand with ease. Meanwhile, with nothing more to do with his life, Min-woo attended a muggle school and began to learn herbology in order to help out his mother at the shop. During those years, the family kept themselves busy, pretending as if the tension wasn't mounting; as such, Min-woo took care of Mina a lot and Mina found herself relying on Min-woo often. However, Mina was afraid that she would turn out like Min-woo, a squib, and so she would sneak into her father's office whenever she could and snoop in his books in order to learn more about magic.
When Mina got her letter from Hogwarts, she was ecstatic and Min-hee was excited just as much for her. While the family was surprised that she was sorted into Hufflepuff (and it became a frequent area of ribbing throughout the years), everything went well for Mina during the first couple years at Hogwarts.
In her second year, Mina first kissed a girl and discovered that she quite liked it. However, she never told anyone about the kiss or her flexible sexuality, afraid that it would reach her father and he would shun her much like he shunned her brother. Mina resolved that, no matter what, she would marry a man and never have relations with a girl in her entire life because she was afraid of her family's judgement.
In her fourth year, during the summer, Mina came home and was snooping in her father's office to find a missing book, when she came across a Death Eater's mask. Outraged that he father would participate in such bigotry, Mina confronted him and he begged her not to tell her mother in fear that she would divorce him. Mina felt betrayed for Min-woo, considering Death Eaters' belief system that discriminated against not only muggles and muggleborns, but half-bloods and squibs as well. She never told anyone, especially Min-woo, in order to protect her family, but her relationship thereafter became strained with her father and she refused to talk to him alone, though she pretended as if everything was fine when others were around. Perhaps in hopes of reuniting with his daughter, Jay Baek burned his robes and smashed his mask, effectively ending his association with the Death Eaters, though he still holds their beliefs. Nevertheless, Mina was obstinate in giving the cold shoulder to her father.
During her fifth year, her father ran for Minister of Magic and lost the election. Her sister, Min-hee, got a job at the ministry as a lowly assistant, but she was determined to make her way up, and her brother began to secretly see a muggle girl behind his father's back, though his mother knew about it.
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- Plays the violin
- Dreams of becoming either a herbologist or a magizoologist
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|Name|
The Morrígan
|Aliases|
Regan Macguire
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
Phantom Queen
Great Queen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual - prefers women
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon|
Celtic
|Occupation|
Military. She works in the Air Force as a Colonel.
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|Godly Appearance|
Somehow, through time, the Morrígan’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when the Morrígan was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her curly locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark pink-white belladonna intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her breasts, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver crows that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, the Morrígan has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small axe.
However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.
The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small axe.
|Earthly Appearance|
As a 5’6” human, the Morrígan had her hair parted to the right and the left side to her ear was shaved (not a complete full shave, though), with only a little bit of stubble left. However, she tends to hide it sometimes by combing her hair to that side. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, the Morrígan’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a blonde color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a fox or a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. The Morrígan has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is an electric eel twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, snarling; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a crow perched on a branch and a skull clasped in its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of belladonnas, skulls, and rubies start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh. When in military uniform, the Morrígan makes sure to conceal her tattoos as per protocol with long sleeves or her uniform.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.
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|Personality|
When she was a goddess, the Morrigan was often seen as a dark deity and someone to avoid. However, she showed prowess and loyalty on the battlefield as well as a harbinger for those she took pity on and warned them of their deaths. She was graceful and cold, like marble, but protective of her people, like a mother. The brunette had a strong maternal instinct and a hot-temper, but she was impulsive and quick to jump in front of the line of fire for even the lowliest human. Despite them not having the upmost faith in her, the Morrigan always placed her confidence in humanity. The Morrigan was a bit of a martyr as well, seeing sacrifice - especially her sacrifice - necessary for the greater good.
As a human, the Morrigan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrigan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrigan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrigan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrigan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrigan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrigan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unneccessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, weilding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrigan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrigan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrigan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrigan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
As a human, the Morrigan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrigan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrigan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrigan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrigan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrigan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrigan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unneccessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, weilding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrigan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrigan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.
The Morrigan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrigan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.
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Nemain: The Morrigan's older sister who loves the frenzy of war; they were close when they were deities, but after the Morrigan fell off the wagon, Nemain and her have been on bad terms
Macha: The Morrigan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
Macha: The Morrigan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.
|Strengths|
- Cunning
- Brave
- Loyal
- Playful
- Objective
|Weaknesses|
- Callousness
- Hedonism
- Cynicism
- Selfish
- Alcoholism
|Likes|
- Camping
- Milk
- Crows
- Alcohol (Whiskey and Poitín in particular)
- Apples
- Shepherd's Pie
- Barmbrack
- Irish coffee
- Colors: Silver and red
- Sound of nature
- Hammocks
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- Sobriety
- Darkness
- Bears
- Sweet food
- Orange juice
- Strong smells
- Loud noises
- Sight of blood
|History|
War was the only thing the Morrigan knew, as a goddess and a human. During her golden years, if she perceived the slightest threat on her worshippers or her people, she would rush head first into battle, forcing the enemy’s hand. This gathered her a bad reputation amongst her people as a warmonger and an evil deity – they had even fashioned an evil sorceress named Morgan Le Fey after her. It hurt her to know that they hated her, but the Morrigan believed it was her duty to her people to accept the burden of their hatred in order to protect them.
During these years of hers, the Morrigan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrigan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrigan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrigan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrigan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
During these years of hers, the Morrigan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrigan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.
Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrigan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrigan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.
The Morrigan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.
|Opinion on Mortals|
As a goddess, the Morrigan saw humans as something precious to protect, a purpose for the wars in which she created, a purpose for her.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.
|Theme Song|
This is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight”
|Favorite Myth|
Thor and Utgarda-Loki
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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
As a human, the Morrigan still retains knowledge on militant strategy and prowess in combat. However, she has since learned how to use a gun and several martial arts. But, most importantly, the Morrigan has picked up several calming hobbies: bonsai tree cutting, art collecting, calligraphy, chess, and flower arranging. She's also quite good at mixing drinks.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As a goddess of war, the Morrigan was able to instill people with fear or bravery when she saw fit, and this ability has begun to return to her.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shapeshift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shapeshift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.
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OP
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Banned
Seen
4 days ago
ABANDONED
RP: On the Horizon
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RP: On the Horizon
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|Name|
Nanna
|Aliases|
Johanna Ackerman
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Demisexual
|Relationship Status|
Widow
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
She's a rare lawyer with a conscious
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|Godly Appearance|
As the goddess of joy and peace, Nanna was most known for her smile. While it wasn't the mos wide, it was a subtle, graceful smile that had a way of making eyes look soulful and empathetic. Her hair was the next more notable; it was a thick nest of flouncing, glossy brown curls that fell to her waist. She usually kept it twisted into a half-updo with stray curls framing her face; long, diamond-encrusted barrettes followed the length and curve of the semi-French braided locks. Nanna was tall and slim, with not much curves to boast for, but a quiet, commanding elegance that brought attention to her whenever she walked in. Her silken skin was an olive tan, with every dip and nook enhanced with prominent shadows, making her face appear gaunt yet refined. Her eyes were a light, sky blue, that seemed to have such a profound depth that one could swim in them. Nanna's makeup was kept simple: a dark red lipstick applied aptly to every curve of her lips, enhancing the thickness; her eyes were shadowed with brown and thick, black eyelashes made her small eyes appear bigger.
Nanna often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Nanna hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
Nanna often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Nanna hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
|Earthly Appearance|
As a mortal, Nanna's appearance has changed quite drastically. Her hair had thinned and lost part of its curl, as well as her eyes becoming bigger and widers and her lips thinner. She lost the gauntness of her face, and now instead possesses a diamond-shaped face and an average, straight nose that looks slightly Roman. Her skin has become more pink than before, losing the oliveness. She has lost height and is now rather short, standing at 5'4", but now makes up for it in added curves. The color of her hair changed from brown to an unmistakeable blonde; Nanna has attempted to go back to a brunette, as well as a redhead, but neither color seemed to fit her skin tone and so she returned to the blonde color. The most important part of her appearance was the return of youthfulness to her body, making her seem much younger than she actually was, and her appearance finally seemed to echo her youthful personality.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Nanna treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a preppy gaudiness that draws everyone's attention. Anything that sparkles, Nanna loves, but her signature color is pink; anything that pops or draws the eye immediately, Nanna prefers, as well with a dash of sexiness. Nanna often wears expensive necklaces and earrings, but keeps her wrists and fingers bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Nanna's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. Nanna always wears heels and will never be caught in anything flat - even her workout shoes have a little height in them.
When it comes to her physical appearance, Nanna treats her fashion choices with care and dons only designer brand clothes. She prefers to wear lace and cotton when it comes to her clothes and she has a predilection for dresses. Her personal style could be described as a preppy gaudiness that draws everyone's attention. Anything that sparkles, Nanna loves, but her signature color is pink; anything that pops or draws the eye immediately, Nanna prefers, as well with a dash of sexiness. Nanna often wears expensive necklaces and earrings, but keeps her wrists and fingers bare. Her nails are always perfectly manicured with French tips and her makeup is more natural and light than heavy or gaudy. Nanna's hair is almost always down, with the occasional bun or braid here and there. Nanna always wears heels and will never be caught in anything flat - even her workout shoes have a little height in them.
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|Personality|
What kind of person is your character? What are their motivations? How do they interact with people around them? Also include things like how they’ve changed ever since they’ve transitioned into mortal life. Have they gotten kinder? Meaner? Etc
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus
|Family|
Baldr: Nanna's deceased husband; she really loved Baldr and saw him as the love and light of her life; when he died, she nearly died from grief
Forseti: A small dog that Nanna and Baldr got together; Nanna sees Forseti like a son and treats him as such, almost as if he is human; when they got Forseti, Nanna blessed the dog with immortality
Mistletoe: A munchkin cat that Nanna recently bought to keep her and Forseti company
Forseti: A small dog that Nanna and Baldr got together; Nanna sees Forseti like a son and treats him as such, almost as if he is human; when they got Forseti, Nanna blessed the dog with immortality
Mistletoe: A munchkin cat that Nanna recently bought to keep her and Forseti company
|Strengths|
- Passionate
- Genuine
- Smart
- Kind
- Ambitious
|Weaknesses|
- Vapid
- Naive
- Misses social cues
- Emotional
- Gullible
|Likes|
- Starbucks (especially pumpkin spice lattes)
- Designer clothes
- Fashion
- Shopping
- Sales
- Line dancing (Cha Cha Slide, Wobble, Cupid Shuffle)
- Leggings, yoga pants, and Victoria's Secret
- Social Media
|Dislikes
- At least 5
|History|
Obviously a gloss on what they’ve done in human history since coming into existence. Must include what they were known for, how they reacted to the agreement to give up their powers, and what they have done since as a pseudo-mortal.
|Opinion on Mortals|
What do they think about other mortals, who have no knowledge of the gods? What do they think about being one of them – sort of?
|Theme Song|
[url=link]Song – Artist[/url]
”A few lyrics here, please.”
”A few lyrics here, please.”
|Favorite Myth|
What's your favorite story from any mythology or religion. If you don't have one, any book will do!
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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
What skills have they picked up that lie outside the realm of their godly abilities? Also, what residual effects do their powers have on mortals? Aphrodite being attractive, Apollo being a great guitar player and so on.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
While the deities begin to regain their powers, slowly, what is it that your character will be able to do/how can they influence the world in supernatural ways? Bear in mind these will be weakened forms to begin with. Eg. Zeus can’t reign down thunder and murder entire cities, but he can probably cast it at one person; Hermes can run at incredible speed, but not to the extent he could as a God...
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Banned
Seen
4 days ago
RP: On the Horizon
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|Name|
Fenrir Lokison
|Alias(es)|
Wolfgang Reinhardt
Fenrisúlfr
Hróðvitnir
Vánagandr
Fenrisúlfr
Hróðvitnir
Vánagandr
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
High Class Dog Trainer...or at least that's what he does publicly; he's secretly a mule, smuggling contraband across borders (mostly weapons and drugs)
|Godly Appearance|
The demon wolf stands thousands of feet tall, his massive paws able to destroy trees with a swat and a single tooth longer than a man. Fenrir possesses coarse, shaggy brown and black hair that is tangled and mussed every which way. His jaw stretches to impossible lengths, his long elongated teeth connected with thick, frothy saliva. A long, squirming prehensile tongue lolls from his mouth, slobbering with a blood lust echoing in his beedy amber eyes. Miscellaneous organsims have begun to grow on his body, moss greening his teeth at the gums and mold began growing in the corners of his eyes. A huge halberd is pressed into his mouth, the point of the sword digging into a yellow, infected wound where insects and maggots crawl. The hilt of the sword is shoved into the softness of the roof of his mouth, surrounding by a black, painful bruising. Large, thick cobwebs have formed in his ears, with hundreds and thousands of spiders crawling around in their new, permanent home. Pure white bone barely peeks out from his fur, glimpses only seen through his rippling hair and seemingly bulky muscles. Spit and blood mix together, gathering in his mouth until it spills to the floor and his claws are jagged and rotting, holes eating away at the once sharp weapons. A thin stark red ribbon is wrapped tightly around his legs, tying them together, where he is forced to lay until free. The circulation has nearly been cut off by gleipnir, his ribbon-entrapment, and if anyone were to peer at the skin clinging to bone and exposed muscle beneath his fur, they would see a blue-grey hueness that rivals the dead half of Hel.
|Earthly Appearance|
Fenrir forsaked his monstrous wolf form for a more human one in order to fit into human society. He is most known for his curly hair that ends at the nape of his neck and is usually pushed back from his forehead - it tends to appear oily, no matter how much he washes it, and the grease tends to drive him crazy. He's considered handsome by most that he comes across, especially with his apathetic piercing eyes, sharp chin features with respectable cheekbones, and the perfect set of lips which are not too thick and not too thin. When amused, he has a tendency to smirk and furrow his eyebrows, causing a crease in his forehead, but adds to his enigmatic and dangerous allure. It is not so rare for him to fully laugh, and when he does, it reveals prominent two front teeth with a miniscule gap in between and a villianous-esque shape of his grin. He's of average height, standing at six feet, with a lean yet muscled body. He does have a bit of body hair on his chest and he tends to have stubble over his chin, remnants of his wolfish coat. Another example of evidence left after his fall from the Demon Wolf, is a scar on his tongue as well as slightly cracked nails. He has a tattoo on his shoulder, featuring a wolf staring at the viewer through the tears in his bicep flesh; one half of the wolves is white, and the other is black - the two wolves represent his two sons, Skoll and Hati, for which he is extremely loyal to.
When it comes to his clothes, Fenrir tends towards the badboy, "I couldn't care less" line. He enjoys wearing hoodies and leather jackets with t-shirts, sometimes with lower necklines, or plaid shirts, with simple jeans and boots. He does, however, wear his favorite brown fingerless gloves and several silver rings on his fingers. Due to having spent most of his human life in Ireland, Fenrir has an Irish accent that he is quite proud of and believes makes his prospective lovers swoon on their feet. He hates wearing heavy cologne, but will spritz a bit on here and there when he sees fit. It is often hard to tell what Fenrir is thinking, though his face isn't passive and expresses his emotions, it often appears rapidly and is hard to analyze as one emotion or the other.
When it comes to his clothes, Fenrir tends towards the badboy, "I couldn't care less" line. He enjoys wearing hoodies and leather jackets with t-shirts, sometimes with lower necklines, or plaid shirts, with simple jeans and boots. He does, however, wear his favorite brown fingerless gloves and several silver rings on his fingers. Due to having spent most of his human life in Ireland, Fenrir has an Irish accent that he is quite proud of and believes makes his prospective lovers swoon on their feet. He hates wearing heavy cologne, but will spritz a bit on here and there when he sees fit. It is often hard to tell what Fenrir is thinking, though his face isn't passive and expresses his emotions, it often appears rapidly and is hard to analyze as one emotion or the other.
|Personality|
Fenrir is incredibly hot-headed and has a tendency to destroy things when mad. His ire is easily evoked and he tends to hold a mean grudge. He especially holds a grudge towards the Nordic gods due to them locking him up – and biting off a guy’s hand isn’t enough retribution for him. He isn’t the type that goes seeking for revenge, but if an opportunity appears, he would take it in a heartbeat, no matter the cost. His years of loneliness have left him bitter and perpetually angry inside, though he often hides it with a laidback attitude and snarky comments. Because of his harsh treatment, Fenrir can often be apathetically cruel and ruthless – he will do anything in order to get what he wants, being rather determined, and he is exceptionally petty. From his outermost layer to his innermost core, Fenrir is a criminal – if there’s a law about it, he most likely committed it (excluding bestiality and incest; though he has tried cannibalism, but it wasn’t quite his thing) – and rather lacks any morals. Not only is he a criminal, he is a heartbreaker as well; Fenrir has problems with commitment, whether it’s his fear of being betrayed once again, or his preference to not being tied down figuratively like he was once physically, is unknown. Though he does quite like sex and happens to have one-night stands habitually and constantly. His flirtatiousness and bad boy charm makes it relatively easy for him, too. Guys and girls just can’t resist him, it seems. Despite his rather strained relationship with his father, Fenrir is family-oriented and tries his best to protect them to the best of his ability, even if it means staying away as to not involve them in his criminal activity. However, though he’s extremely loyal to them, Fenrir does value himself overall and might use them here and there if he sees no other way around it. He doesn’t believe in heroics, but he does believe in sacrifice in order to protect your children, and Fenrir would do anything for his two sons, even if it means standing idly by as they live their immortal lives as common mutts.
Fenrir is unbelievably curious and believes in trying everything once. As such, he is rather adventurous and has an exhilarating, living-on-the-edge lifestyle that often attracts others to him – though not for a very long time, as if he stays with them, they typically leave him after a couple of weeks due to the recklessness that comes along with it. When with his current special someone, Fenrir has the ability to make them feel special, like precious diamonds, and like no other person in the world. Whether it’s from his carefully chosen compliments or his abandonment of his common bed-rule, people flock to him if only to have that above-the-world feeling. Though he sleeps around a lot, he would never treat his lover wrong, and is quite the gentleman and romantic; he always treats week-longs with nice, expensive dinners and one-nights with sweet candles and rose petals.
Fenrir is unbelievably curious and believes in trying everything once. As such, he is rather adventurous and has an exhilarating, living-on-the-edge lifestyle that often attracts others to him – though not for a very long time, as if he stays with them, they typically leave him after a couple of weeks due to the recklessness that comes along with it. When with his current special someone, Fenrir has the ability to make them feel special, like precious diamonds, and like no other person in the world. Whether it’s from his carefully chosen compliments or his abandonment of his common bed-rule, people flock to him if only to have that above-the-world feeling. Though he sleeps around a lot, he would never treat his lover wrong, and is quite the gentleman and romantic; he always treats week-longs with nice, expensive dinners and one-nights with sweet candles and rose petals.
|Family|
Hati - Fenrir's eldest son. He chased after the moon god, Mani, for most of his life; whenever he almost caught him, the Shinto moon god cut off his left hand. When it was time to give up their powers, Hati chose to remain as a wolf and Fenrir now takes care of him as his wolfdog. Because he is a regular dog rather than a god, he doesn't remember his life as a god or he doesn't possess the high order thinking that he had before.
Skoll - Skoll is Fenrir's second son. He used to chase Sol until Fenrir supposedly ate her; when it was time to give up their godly abilities, Skoll chose to remain as a canine to be with his brother and protect him now that he was missing a limb. Because he is a wolfdog now, Fenrir takes care of him at his house and pretends that he is his pet when mortal are around. Due to his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog which, in turn, has a horrible effect on Fenrir, who is distraught at seeing his sons like common mutts.
Loki - Fenrir's father. Fenrir is angry with his father and claims to hate him passionately because he never did anything to save him whenever he was tied up. However, he doesn't want to confront his father in fear of disrupting and breaking the family, and so he tends to avoid Loki and, when he does meet him, keep the interaction brief.
Sleipnir - Fenrir's older brother. Fenrir and him have a slightly tense, neutral relationship due to Sleipnir being the personal pet of Odin. Fenrir believes that it was degrading and is disgusting that Sleipnir subjected himself to such things. However, Fenrir doesn't typically voice this opinion unless he is incredibly mad at or frustrated with Sleipnir. Not only this, but his allegiance - whether it be reluctant or not - to Odin enrages Fenrir because of Odin's destruction of the family.
Hel - Fenrir's older sister. They do not typically talk as Fenrir's afraid of getting her and her family involved in his criminal activities. However, his worries typically don't stop him from coming to visit her whenever he needs something (working at a funeral home makes it convenient for her to hide bodies for him) and her loyalty to the family usually resolves in her reluctantly doing it.
Jormungand - Fenrir's older brother. They're on fine terms, visiting each other here and then - he's an underwater photographer now. Jormungand sort of knows that Fenrir is up to something, as Fenrir isn't exactly trying to hide it, but he rather his brother not know the specifics
Skoll - Skoll is Fenrir's second son. He used to chase Sol until Fenrir supposedly ate her; when it was time to give up their godly abilities, Skoll chose to remain as a canine to be with his brother and protect him now that he was missing a limb. Because he is a wolfdog now, Fenrir takes care of him at his house and pretends that he is his pet when mortal are around. Due to his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog which, in turn, has a horrible effect on Fenrir, who is distraught at seeing his sons like common mutts.
Loki - Fenrir's father. Fenrir is angry with his father and claims to hate him passionately because he never did anything to save him whenever he was tied up. However, he doesn't want to confront his father in fear of disrupting and breaking the family, and so he tends to avoid Loki and, when he does meet him, keep the interaction brief.
Sleipnir - Fenrir's older brother. Fenrir and him have a slightly tense, neutral relationship due to Sleipnir being the personal pet of Odin. Fenrir believes that it was degrading and is disgusting that Sleipnir subjected himself to such things. However, Fenrir doesn't typically voice this opinion unless he is incredibly mad at or frustrated with Sleipnir. Not only this, but his allegiance - whether it be reluctant or not - to Odin enrages Fenrir because of Odin's destruction of the family.
Hel - Fenrir's older sister. They do not typically talk as Fenrir's afraid of getting her and her family involved in his criminal activities. However, his worries typically don't stop him from coming to visit her whenever he needs something (working at a funeral home makes it convenient for her to hide bodies for him) and her loyalty to the family usually resolves in her reluctantly doing it.
Jormungand - Fenrir's older brother. They're on fine terms, visiting each other here and then - he's an underwater photographer now. Jormungand sort of knows that Fenrir is up to something, as Fenrir isn't exactly trying to hide it, but he rather his brother not know the specifics
|Strengths|
- Sensuality and romanticism
- Adventurous
- Loyal
- Charming
- Family-oriented
|Weaknesses|
- Immoral
- Hot-headed
- Reckless
- Commitment issues
- Cruel
|Likes|
- Dogs
- Peanut Butter
- Boxing and martial arts
- Traveling
- Southern Sweet Tea
|Dislikes
- Cats
- Strong smells
- Coffee
- Dark Chocolate
- Staying still
|History|
Fenrir was born to Loki and the giantess Angrboda. However, when he was just a boy, Odin received a prophecy that Fenrir would kill him in Ragnarok. Not wanting to die, Odin confined Fenrir into a cell in Asgard, where he was kept from the light of day. The only person willing to feed him was Tyr, who pitied the wolf, and during the time, Fenrir even began to trust Tyr. However, Fenrir was growing too fast too quickly and Odin decided that he could no longer keep him in Asgard. They brought him to the forest in which they tested out many chains in order to hold him – Tyr lied to Fenrir, telling him it was a testament of his strength, and because he was his friend, Fenrir believed him. Every chain they brought to him, Fenrir broke, until Odin called to the dwarfs and asked them to make him a chain strong enough to hold Fenrir. The dwarfs made a small ribbon out of impossible ingredients (the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of stones, the breath of a fish, the spittle of a bird) and thus would be impossible to break. Fenrir became suspicious when Tyr presented him with the small, light Gleipnir, as it has been named, and suspected that Tyr was betraying him. So, he declared that the only way that he would place Gleipnir on his wrists was if one of the gods placed his hand in Fenrir’s mouth as a sign of good faith. No one agreed, knowing that they would lose their hands, until Tyr finally volunteered his hand. He placed it between the jaws of Fenrir (who was only the size of a horse at that moment) as they bound Fenrir’s legs together, making it nearly impossible for him to stand. Fenrir tried with all his might to break Gleipnir, but he couldn’t, and when he ordered Tyr to release him and he refused, Fenrir ripped Tyr’s hand off, swallowing the hand so it could never be reattached. Tyr was rushed away and to the goddess of healing, and he never returned to see Fenrir again. Out of anger, the gods placed a sword in his mouth, forcing his jaw to stretch impossibly and his tongue to forever be cut. And then they left him to rot.
Fenrir lived centuries alone in the forest, and only received food when the gods were feeling particularly giving (and when they were they were feeling even more so charitable, they came to bring a bigger and sharper sword to place in his mouth). Lonely, Fenrir became bitter with the gods – and especially his father, who he had expected to come save him. To make matters worse, Fenrir was still growing – soon, Gleipnir began to cut off his circulation, and mold and moss began to grow on him. The open cut on his tongue became infested and infected and the roof of his mouth horribly bruised, perhaps even with some internal bleeding. He was in pain constantly, and many times he wished he could have killed himself, but there was no possible way that he could have. He felt betrayed by everybody he loved – no one was coming to save him. Why weren’t they coming to save him? - and anger possessed his being, boiling inside of him.
When he was finally able to break Gleipnir, Fenrir was in a delirious state. He killed everything he saw – carnage of animals appeared left and right – and, unfortunately, his eyes laid on Sol. He attacked her in a feverish rampage and almost even attacked his son, though he was finally able to snap out of it. When he did snap out, Sol was gone – maybe she fell. He couldn’t remember any of the events that had transpired, but when his son told him that he had killed the Sun goddess, he couldn’t find himself to particularly care. Instead, he left, going searching for Odin. However, when he arrived, he found himself out matched. Before Odin dealt the killing blow, Sleipnir stepped in and stopped Odin. Fenrir has been angry at Sleipnir for stopping Odin, wishing that Odin would have just killed him right then and there, believing that there could only be Odin or Fenrir.
When it came time to give up his powers, Fenrir was reluctant to give away his powers, but ultimately decided to do so in order to start anew. When his sons decided to remain as sons, Fenrir was heartbroken and distraught at having to see his sons as mindless beasts, but he ultimately promised them he would take care of them with the best of his abilities. Living as a mortal came naturally to him – he started out as a hunter, and even had jobs such as being a boxer and a martial artist, but throughout his life on earth, he had always been a criminal. He lived mostly in Ireland, but he hated settling in one place, and would often move to a bunch of other places; he is currently residing in Ireland again and is a dog trainer on the side of his criminal business.
Fenrir lived centuries alone in the forest, and only received food when the gods were feeling particularly giving (and when they were they were feeling even more so charitable, they came to bring a bigger and sharper sword to place in his mouth). Lonely, Fenrir became bitter with the gods – and especially his father, who he had expected to come save him. To make matters worse, Fenrir was still growing – soon, Gleipnir began to cut off his circulation, and mold and moss began to grow on him. The open cut on his tongue became infested and infected and the roof of his mouth horribly bruised, perhaps even with some internal bleeding. He was in pain constantly, and many times he wished he could have killed himself, but there was no possible way that he could have. He felt betrayed by everybody he loved – no one was coming to save him. Why weren’t they coming to save him? - and anger possessed his being, boiling inside of him.
When he was finally able to break Gleipnir, Fenrir was in a delirious state. He killed everything he saw – carnage of animals appeared left and right – and, unfortunately, his eyes laid on Sol. He attacked her in a feverish rampage and almost even attacked his son, though he was finally able to snap out of it. When he did snap out, Sol was gone – maybe she fell. He couldn’t remember any of the events that had transpired, but when his son told him that he had killed the Sun goddess, he couldn’t find himself to particularly care. Instead, he left, going searching for Odin. However, when he arrived, he found himself out matched. Before Odin dealt the killing blow, Sleipnir stepped in and stopped Odin. Fenrir has been angry at Sleipnir for stopping Odin, wishing that Odin would have just killed him right then and there, believing that there could only be Odin or Fenrir.
When it came time to give up his powers, Fenrir was reluctant to give away his powers, but ultimately decided to do so in order to start anew. When his sons decided to remain as sons, Fenrir was heartbroken and distraught at having to see his sons as mindless beasts, but he ultimately promised them he would take care of them with the best of his abilities. Living as a mortal came naturally to him – he started out as a hunter, and even had jobs such as being a boxer and a martial artist, but throughout his life on earth, he had always been a criminal. He lived mostly in Ireland, but he hated settling in one place, and would often move to a bunch of other places; he is currently residing in Ireland again and is a dog trainer on the side of his criminal business.
|Opinion on Mortals|
Fenrir adores mortals - he finds them refreshing and honest, hardworking, good people. He loves their presence, especially over the gods, and finds living the life of a mortal as exhilarating. He believes in the capabilities of mortals and of the mortal world and supports their endeavors. However, he would never sacrifice his life for them.
|Theme Song|
Novocaine – Fall Out Boy
"This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you”
"This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you”
|Favorite Myth|
Thor crossdressing to get Mjolnir back
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
Now living as a mortal, Fenrir only has a residue of his heightened senses left and a little bit of tracking knowledge. Even now, though, his senses can't even rival that of a dog and his hunting might even be worst than normal human hunters. Despite this, though, he has become an amazing liar and can track down any human through technological means as well as an expert gunman and collector, with an added bartering skill. He can cook a mean meal, too.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
As an oversized wolf, Fenrir had ungodly strength, able to crush bones with a simple press of his nail, and destroy mountains with a simple pounce. The only thing that could hold him down was Gleipnir, a ribbon fashioned by the dwarfs out of six nearly impossible ingredients. His senses were heightened to the point in which he could see smells and taste scents; every person that he came across, he would instantly memorize their smell forever and could find them, no matter where they went. He was an excellent tracker and hunter and loved the thrill of the hunt. His speed was hilariously fast for such an ginormous thing - though he was nowhere as fast as other gods, he could give normal, or even abnormal wolves, a run for their money.
OP
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Banned
Seen
4 days ago
|Name|
Hel Lokisdottir
|Alias(es)|
Helena Hansen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Demisexual
|Relationship Status|
Married, in the process of divorcing
|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse
|Occupation|
Owner of Hansen's Funeral Home as well as head funeral director there
|Godly Appearance|
As the goddess of the underworld, Hel was most known for her coldness. Not a cold personality, but a cold appearance of gaunt beauty withering away. The only thing that softened her weary appearance was her attractive smile. While it wasn't the most wide, it was a subtle, graceful smile that had a way of making eyes look soulful and empathetic. Her hair was the next more notable; it was a thick nest of flouncing, glossy brown curls that fell to her waist. She usually kept it twisted into a half-updo with stray curls framing her face; long, diamond-encrusted barrettes followed the length and curve of the semi-French braided locks. Hel was tall and slim, with not much curves to boast for, but a quiet, commanding elegance that brought attention to her whenever she walked in. Her skin was a sickly white, with every dip and nook enhanced with prominent shadows, making her face appear gaunt and deprived. Her eyes were a light, sky blue, that seemed to have such a profound depth that one could swim in them. Hel's makeup was kept simple: a dark red lipstick applied aptly to every curve of her lips, enhancing the thickness; her eyes were shadowed with brown and thick, black eyelashes made her small eyes appear bigger. However, this wasn't what disgusted her patrons or fellow gods and made her a pariah to be avoided. Half of her body was composed of dying, stretching skin with thick, post-mortem wrinkles. The lid of her eye was missing and the full, glassy white orb could be seen portruding from the round eye socket. Her arm was skeletal and skinny, mere flesh clinging to bone with no muscle in between and blue veins pulsed visibly up and down her arm.
To distract from her ugly half, Hel often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Hel hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
To distract from her ugly half, Hel often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Hel hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.
|Earthly Appearance|
Living as a goddess, Hel was known for her ugliness which has left her very insecure. Now, as a mortal, the dead half of her body had been removed in order for her to blend more into the world. But that wasn’t enough for her – Hel has gone under much plastic surgery in order to appear as beautiful as she is now. She has gotten surgery on her eyes, to make them appear wider, as well as a nose job to look more refined. Her lips have mostly been untouched, though she has gotten a chin implant to make her face look more feminine that it was previously. She has received liposuction multiple times and has work done on her breasts – though she will never admit it – to make them appear more full (not so much big, but round). She had plans to get rid of the bags that appear under her eyes a lot, but unfortunately had to cancel in order to finish some business with Fenrir. She cut her once long hair and uses a lot of hair products in order to keep it flouncy and alive rather than flat and she gets a perm every now and then due to it not maintaining the beautiful curls it had when she was a goddess. She typically spends hundreds of dollars at the spa every Sunday while her kids are at the babysitter’s.
Hel takes careful attendance to her makeup, usually placing a lot on her skin, but has become such an expert at making it appear completely natural on her body. Every morning and night she performs a skin regiment in order to make her skin silky and perfect rather than the dead and wrinkled skin she is terrified of possessing again. She wears fake eyelashes all the time and will never be caught without being made up entirely. Her choice of style can be called as sophisticated and elegant, choosing to wear clothes that seem professional and modest, but flattering and attractive. Hel only wears clothes and makeup healthy for the skin and always takes care of her body. She habitually works out in order to keep her body toned and she is on a strict diet – she only allows herself to eat chocolate every now and then. She does not drink at all because of the damage it does to liver and because she doesn’t want to look prematurely aged. She avoids medication as much as she can, too, because she doesn’t want any bad side effects to take place physically – though she does take vitamins. Hel has a hard time sleeping which would show in bags under her eyes, if she did not hide it.
Hel takes careful attendance to her makeup, usually placing a lot on her skin, but has become such an expert at making it appear completely natural on her body. Every morning and night she performs a skin regiment in order to make her skin silky and perfect rather than the dead and wrinkled skin she is terrified of possessing again. She wears fake eyelashes all the time and will never be caught without being made up entirely. Her choice of style can be called as sophisticated and elegant, choosing to wear clothes that seem professional and modest, but flattering and attractive. Hel only wears clothes and makeup healthy for the skin and always takes care of her body. She habitually works out in order to keep her body toned and she is on a strict diet – she only allows herself to eat chocolate every now and then. She does not drink at all because of the damage it does to liver and because she doesn’t want to look prematurely aged. She avoids medication as much as she can, too, because she doesn’t want any bad side effects to take place physically – though she does take vitamins. Hel has a hard time sleeping which would show in bags under her eyes, if she did not hide it.
|Personality|
Living as one of the, if not the, ugliest deity in the Nordic pantheon, Hel has developed a severe insecurity of her appearance and a fear of becoming old and getting wrinkles (despite being immortal). It has gone so far that she has developed an addiction to plastic surgery and is obsessed with her physical image. However, her physical appearance is not her only obsession, as Hel gets obsessed easily – whether it be with a man or a song – and tends to focus on that one thing for years at a time. Currently, Hel is obsessed with the idea of a family, leading to her adopting an excessive amount of children (three) in the span of six months. Her maternal personality may also add to this obsession of hers because of her kind heart when it comes to the young and frail. But when it comes to wrongdoers and douchebags, Hel can be extremely ruthless and callous when dealing with their fate. Outwardly, Hel appears calm and collected and can be eloquent and clear-headed. She seems like the perfect ruler of the underworld, objective and fair to those who cross her threshold. She believes in justice, but her idea of justice is quite skewed – she believes in the idea of an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, a life for a life. Though she can be hypocritical considering her and her family’s misdeeds. As such, Hel can be pretentious, believing herself above the law because of her importance as a goddess and a handler of death. She can come off as aloof and detached, even when she is very much attached to the subject at hand, and she has a strict, businesslike personality.
Hel can be quite protective of her loved ones, even bordering on possessive, and gets jealous easily. She is often paranoid of her lovers, believing them to be cheating on her because of her insecurity (though she was not wrong in her husband’s case). However, her fatal flaw is her envy of other women’s things, such as riches or love, but most especially their beauty. When she is like this, or having to deal with something carefully, Hel can be manipulative and uses her cleverness to succeed (an apt example would be her deal with Frigga in order to resurrect Baldr). Nevertheless, Hel does have a sense of humor – albeit morbid and inappropriate – and can is exceptionally responsible. Hel is remarkably observant when it comes to people’s intentions, though she can be tricked when it comes to love because of her already inset paranoia, and is faithful to whoever she is currently committed to.
Hel can be quite protective of her loved ones, even bordering on possessive, and gets jealous easily. She is often paranoid of her lovers, believing them to be cheating on her because of her insecurity (though she was not wrong in her husband’s case). However, her fatal flaw is her envy of other women’s things, such as riches or love, but most especially their beauty. When she is like this, or having to deal with something carefully, Hel can be manipulative and uses her cleverness to succeed (an apt example would be her deal with Frigga in order to resurrect Baldr). Nevertheless, Hel does have a sense of humor – albeit morbid and inappropriate – and can is exceptionally responsible. Hel is remarkably observant when it comes to people’s intentions, though she can be tricked when it comes to love because of her already inset paranoia, and is faithful to whoever she is currently committed to.
|Family|
Mistletoe - Hel's loyal pet owl. He is addicted to nesquik and likes to steal sponges from the neighbors.
Loki - Hel's father. She emulates her father and idolizes him because of his loyalty to the family and his mischief towards the other gods. However, she is able to admit that her father has made mistakes in his lifetime, some irreversible.
Sleipnir - Hel's older half-brother. Despite him only being her half-brother, Hel treats him just as well as she treats her other brothers. She pitied him as the mount of Odin and makes it a point of keeping Fenrir in line if there is ever a fight. Hel hasn't talked to Sleipnir in a while, having been preoccupied with her own problems.
Jormungand - Jormungand - Hel's younger brother. While she is not particularly close to him, she is extremely protective of him. She sees him as the weakest link among the family and thinks it is her duty as his older sister to protect him. Of course, in recent years, she's been rather lacking and hasn't spent too much time with him.
Fenrir - Hel's youngest brother. Hel is closest to Fenrir, though it isn't by choice. His criminal activity worries her and she has warned him to not involve her in any of it, though every now and then he'll convince her to let him hide a body in her cemetery. They have become close because of his visits every now and then.
Kent Hansen - Hel's husband. They are currently in the process of divorcing after she discovered he was cheating on her with his secretary, Miranda (a twenty-one year old blonde who flunked out of college and had a failing modelling career). Hel has been assured that she will be receiving everything because of the evidence of his adultery and she plans to rob him of everything he has, even his visiting rights of the children, if she can.
Lacy - Lacy is Hel's biological nine year old daughter, whose father is Kent Hansen. She has an obsession with origami and owls. She is very close to her mother, but not very close to her father, and her mother affectionately calls her Birdie.
Eden - Eden is Hel's adopted four month old baby girl. Ezra is her younger twin brother. Hel started the adoption process when Eden was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Eden and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Ezra - Ezra is Hel's adopted four month old baby boy. He is the younger twin brother of Eden. Hel started the adoption process when Ezra was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Ezra and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Oakley - Oakley is Hel's adopted month old son. When Hel was afraid that she would not be able to have Eden, Hel found Oakley's mother who was a surrogate that fell through after the couple got a divorce and she was left with the baby.
Loki - Hel's father. She emulates her father and idolizes him because of his loyalty to the family and his mischief towards the other gods. However, she is able to admit that her father has made mistakes in his lifetime, some irreversible.
Sleipnir - Hel's older half-brother. Despite him only being her half-brother, Hel treats him just as well as she treats her other brothers. She pitied him as the mount of Odin and makes it a point of keeping Fenrir in line if there is ever a fight. Hel hasn't talked to Sleipnir in a while, having been preoccupied with her own problems.
Jormungand - Jormungand - Hel's younger brother. While she is not particularly close to him, she is extremely protective of him. She sees him as the weakest link among the family and thinks it is her duty as his older sister to protect him. Of course, in recent years, she's been rather lacking and hasn't spent too much time with him.
Fenrir - Hel's youngest brother. Hel is closest to Fenrir, though it isn't by choice. His criminal activity worries her and she has warned him to not involve her in any of it, though every now and then he'll convince her to let him hide a body in her cemetery. They have become close because of his visits every now and then.
Kent Hansen - Hel's husband. They are currently in the process of divorcing after she discovered he was cheating on her with his secretary, Miranda (a twenty-one year old blonde who flunked out of college and had a failing modelling career). Hel has been assured that she will be receiving everything because of the evidence of his adultery and she plans to rob him of everything he has, even his visiting rights of the children, if she can.
Lacy - Lacy is Hel's biological nine year old daughter, whose father is Kent Hansen. She has an obsession with origami and owls. She is very close to her mother, but not very close to her father, and her mother affectionately calls her Birdie.
Eden - Eden is Hel's adopted four month old baby girl. Ezra is her younger twin brother. Hel started the adoption process when Eden was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Eden and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Ezra - Ezra is Hel's adopted four month old baby boy. He is the younger twin brother of Eden. Hel started the adoption process when Ezra was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Ezra and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through.
Oakley - Oakley is Hel's adopted month old son. When Hel was afraid that she would not be able to have Eden, Hel found Oakley's mother who was a surrogate that fell through after the couple got a divorce and she was left with the baby.
|Strengths|
- Cleverness
- Eloquence
- Maternal instinct
- Observant
- Clear-headed
|Weaknesses|
- Paranoid
- Possesive
- Obsessive
- Jealous/Envious
- Insecure
- Inappropriately morbid humor
|Likes|
- Dark chocolate
- Clocks (she collects them)
- Coffee
- Family
- Plastic surgery
- Art
|Dislikes
- Ugliness
- Musicals
- Alcohol
- Smokers
- Wrinkles
|History|
Not much can be said about Hel’s life. As a goddess, she was incredibly ugly, dejected, and lonely. She spent most of her time in the cold Helheim with no one to keep her company except for the souls of the dead. However, she did get her kicks every now and then when a god came to beg her to bring someone or other back to live – one of her favorite times is when Frigga came to visit for Baldr and Hel had her laugh over making a nearly impossible and ridiculous deal (she even named her owl after the whole affair). She yearned to see her family often, but she really only got visits from her father, Loki, every now and then as her brothers were pretty occupied in their own exiled life. Hel gladly gave up her life as a goddess in hopes of starting anew, with a fresh, beautiful face.
She had her first plastic surgery in 2006 and has been addicted to plastic surgery ever since; but she has pretty good doctors, and so she doesn’t worry about coming out looking like one of those failed surgery-women. She settled in France where she became a lowly mortician assistant to a man named Hector Hansen. During a Christmas Party, though, she met his multi-millionaire son who made his money off of a big company, and fell in love. They married a year or two after dating and started a life together. They even had a daughter, named Lacy, and had an adoption going through. However, their marital journey was cut short when Hel walked in on his secretary on her knees in his office. Hel could stand much, but adultery was not one of them, and so she drew up divorced papers and hired the best divorce lawyer money could buy – she plans to rob him and get full custody of her new three babies and Lacy.
She had her first plastic surgery in 2006 and has been addicted to plastic surgery ever since; but she has pretty good doctors, and so she doesn’t worry about coming out looking like one of those failed surgery-women. She settled in France where she became a lowly mortician assistant to a man named Hector Hansen. During a Christmas Party, though, she met his multi-millionaire son who made his money off of a big company, and fell in love. They married a year or two after dating and started a life together. They even had a daughter, named Lacy, and had an adoption going through. However, their marital journey was cut short when Hel walked in on his secretary on her knees in his office. Hel could stand much, but adultery was not one of them, and so she drew up divorced papers and hired the best divorce lawyer money could buy – she plans to rob him and get full custody of her new three babies and Lacy.
|Opinion on Mortals|
She's neutral to them. She owes no allegiance to her fellow gods or to the humans. She believes that, like the deities, humans have the capability to do good and to do evil and believes that wrong is wrong, no matter if you are a god or a human. (Ironically, considering the family she comes from and the secret murdered bodies in her cemetery.)
|Theme Song|
Young and Beautiful – Lana Del Rey
"I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?”
"I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?”
|Favorite Myth|
Baldr and the Mistletoe
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
The only skill that has been carried over to her everyday life is her intimate knowledge of the human anatomy. Nowadays, she makes her living putting makeup on dead people - quite well, mind you - and selling coffins to fragile-minded people. She's a rather good saleswoman, too. Though she has become an excellent fashionista as well as an art-collector and has apt knowledge in the history of art and fashion throughout the ages (especially because she lived through some of it).
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
Hel will regain her ability to know how someone is going to die, though it is always subject to change depending on how they change their path in life, and she will never know when or the circumstances surrounding it.
As a death goddess, Hel always instinctively knew when someone has died and their identity. She had the ability to bring dead gods back to life, but not mortals because of their fragile bodies and psyche.
As a death goddess, Hel always instinctively knew when someone has died and their identity. She had the ability to bring dead gods back to life, but not mortals because of their fragile bodies and psyche.
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