LovelyAnastasia

Teenage Wasteland

*mumbles* Now I'm confused too...

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Marilee E. Laikos

Location: Newly Arrived at Academy
Interacting With: No one

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Odd things were happening around here lately. At least from her small understanding anyway. No one seemed to keen on telling her much of anything, but she got a weird vibe from this place. And instincts were usually pretty reliable things. Especially for her. And it didn't seem like anyone was much interested in the Hecate witch child who had been MIA for three years since her first acceptance into the school.

The peculiar girl stood in front of the Academy and slowly looked around. Her long dark hair and the shadow of a likeness to her own mother's face covered in dark makeup, she wasn't exactly approachable. Her blank expression and mirror-like blue eyes were not exactly inviting. Three years ago she had been accepted here. Why had she stayed away so long? She had been so happy to get accepted...

Maybe it was due to her anxiety. Other children of the Gods were here, some far stronger and much more in-tune with their divine parents and powers than her. Intimidating, yes, but not the entire excuse of staying away. Monster attacks maybe? Well, they had made it difficult to get in any public transportation but Nebraska wasn't oceans away from Utah. Even if it felt like it sometimes. No it was probably a multitude of things. Her own anxiety, suffering self-consciousness, not wanting to be compared to others... And being absolutely terrified of meeting siblings that surpassed her on ever level, solidifying that her mother saw her as a disgrace. And that was the reason she always kept her distance. Whew. Mouthful of a bad excuse...

But she was here now. That is what counted, right? Right? Ugh. No one cared about her self torture or family issues. They all had their own to deal with. So she guess it was time to strap on her big girl boots and face her fears. Just march up in there and... And what? Shrink into the background?

No. Learn all that she could. She wasn't doing this for anyone else here at the school. She was doing this to learn self control and become a better Demi. Become the best version of herself that she could be. Yes. That was why she was here. Standing alone in the lawn, in front of an Academy filled with Demis who shone brighter than stars in the sky... Her hands shimmered red and she stuffed them in her jacket pockets. Her dark skirt fluttered a bit and she left her boots carry her forwards, dark hair trailing behind her like a shadow.

Yeah. She was doing this to become better... So why did she suddenly feel so terrified?

Teenage Wasteland

@Vocab Yes of course. O's darke. Apologies for the confusion.

Alright time for Shiba to take charge!

@Jangel13

Er...y-you sure that is a good idea? And what does he mean pregnant? Aren't most of them teens or kids? A lot of them had to get passed through by the guards, so aren't they welcomed in? I'm a bit confused... Er... *shifts about uncomfortably*

Teenage Wasteland

The coyote guy, my character, Kim, Mari and maybe drake? I think. Don't quote me on that.

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Heh it may take me a while to read through all the posts in the ic but I hope to have a intro post up soon.

Teenage Wasteland

@Jangel13 Come off the roof and keep an eye on things down on the ground. Half the people he should keep an eye on are in the shop, so he has a good reason. ^^

Teenage Wasteland

The Cyclops

Not Just A Job, But Survival

@Mivuli@SgtEasy@Vocab

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Cy was hesitant to move for a moment, but she supposed that the Willow Pixie was her best bet at survival next to Sharp Shot and Greenie. Boys... Honestly. Giving one last look up to the roof, she followed the expressionless pixie girl. Sure, the red head knew she wasn't the most trustworthy looking person around, but who was these days? It was people who looked too trustworthy that Cy never wanted to mess with. That was just asking for trouble. At least she was honest about having no real side but her own. Good thing the girl decided to risk Cy though. The lash marks on her back were starting to make her worry.

Slinker ended up coming outside and stepping in front of the gun pointed at her. Curious. Most people didn't like getting shot for other. How odd. She wasn't often surprised. But this rouge was surprising to her. Tilting her head back, she peered at him curiously, then gave him a nod of gratitude as she passed. Curiouser and curiouser... She'd have to to study him a bit later. Yea know, when she was bleeding through her shirt.

Trouble? Her? She had meant it when she had said that she would be less of a threat than the other strangers in the shop. Cy was starting to feel a bit light headed, but she refused to show weakness. Not with Greenie eyeing her like she eyed a nice rabbit in the brush. Hand signals were exchanged, and Cy followed the other girl into the building. It was a lot smaller than it looked, all cramped and claustrophobic. The kind of place she hated. But she was coming towards the end of her rope. It was still a good trek to the Earthkin territory, and the Forgotten were a better risk that the O.S., Scorps, or any other small gang who could be easy targets.

Rubbing a gloved hand over her brow, she removed some dust and cold sweat. Dammit, she was was getting weak now? Now when she had to watch her back? Great. A sun-kissed, badger-attitude girl was working the shop. Cy shifted her green eye to the ex-Cyote cautiously. She hadn't worked with either of this guy or the Slinker, but rumors were enough. Possible connections with either would be nice, but she was working a game plan right now. Speaking of which...

Badger Girl had turned her sharp tone right on Cy. Putting her map on the untouched side of the table, she slowly took off the shot gun and ammo straps, keeping them on her arm, just in case anyone decided to try and grab a bit of extra around here. Then, slowly, carefully, she shrugged off her jacket with a small hiss. Turn her back to the sharp-tongued girl, she jabbed a thumb at a her back. The shirt she wore stuck to her back with dark dingy red stick stains, slowly seeping out with more and more blood.
"Got anythin' fer this?" she grunted through her teeth, head held high, "It's sorta ruin' my shirt. Salve or bandages or anythin' would be nice."
Smug little badger girl... She just wanted to trade as quickly as possible. Maybe find some run down forgotten place where she could apply medicine and sleep for a bit. A nice easy night. For once. Geez, she hated feeling pathetic. Let's just get this over with.

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Marilee E. Laikos/Hecate

Marilee

"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls." -Sylvia Plath

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Personal Information

Name:
Marilee Eleni Laikos

Nickname:
Mar, Mari, MEL (her initials)

Birth Date:
November 23

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible (Mostly guys, but sometimes girls peak her interest)

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
At first glance, Marilee looks a bit like an angsty metal-head who shares closets with a thrift-shop-visiting hipster. But under the dark eye shadow, long wild hair and ruddy lipstick is a rather pretty girl. She has big blue eyes so pale they almost look like moonlight on a mirror’s surface. Her nose is small and pert framed by full cheeks and rather high cheekbones. Her mouth, usually hidden by odd shades (sometimes weird pale cream colors, sometimes muddy browned reds) of lipstick, is full and resembles a lovely little bud, which can blossom if you ever get her to smile. Her skin, though not as pale as her mother’s, is fair and perfectly smooth. On the back of her neck is a tattoo she has of a triple face woman (her mother, visage and all) surrounded by the harvest moon. In the middle of her back is Hekabe, her mother’s mastiff canine servant, who holds a torch in her mouth and whose collar is adorned with her mother’s symbol.

Clothing Style: She looks best in dark clothes, in her own opinion, though deep wine reds and off-white dresses also suit her. Marilee likes to sleep in long white nightgowns, bit most of her other clothing is pretty normal. Jackets over hoodies and thrift store shirt (that she’s modified) over t-shirts is how she usually rolls. Just because she doesn’t have much money, doesn’t mean she can’t look rockin’. She doesn’t wear pants much, but if she does it is usually jeans or black pants with a particularly gothic-sense to them. Boots with just a little bit of heel to them are her preferred shoe, though she also likes flats. As for formal wear... well, she doesn’t really have anything for that. She’d probably swing by the closest thrift shop and grab a dark colored dress with some sleeve to it (she hates her shoulders showing). Marilee also always wears the mismatching jewelry that looks ancient and tarnished, but treasured and beloved. Her mother’s pendent is always around her neck and her father’s ring has been fitted to hand just above it on a strip of leather.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Gardening, Cooking, Having Tea
• Rock, Metal, Indie, and Classical Music
• Her Aunt and Uncle.
• A winter evening with hot chocolate near a fire.
• An autumn afternoon in a clearing, in a forest...
• Reading, Sewing, Drawing.

Dislikes:

• Being unable to control her powers.
• Bullies, Arrogance, and Destructive Creeps.
• Being unable to help people.
• Having to always be in control of her emotions.
• Horror movies
• Math

Fears:

• Losing control so bad it hurts someone.
• Tiny cramped spaces.
• Lightning.

Habits:

• Forgetting to color her eyebrows darker so they actual show up on her face.
• Making things float around her or bursting light bulbs when she get upset.
• Biting her nails.
• Taking things too seriously.

Personality:

♦ Reserved ♦ Cautious ♦ Loyal ♦ Anxious

Quiet and reserved, Marilee doesn’t make moves to interact with other much. She’s always been nervous about getting too close to people who can’t defend themselves properly against her magic. Perhaps she is more like her father than her Goddess mother on the inside. She is rather gentle and tries to avoid confrontations, but do not think she is weak. Her inner strength, just like it was in her father, makes her stronger than anyone will ever know. Her magic, though imposing and often thought of as dark, she always tries to keep a balance within herself. Dark and Light, always equal. This is something Marilee tries to live by.

But it can be difficult. With her powers so closely tied to her emotional state, sometimes bad things happen when she can’t keep it all bottled in. Her anxiety steams from the pressure of being on a knife’s edge all the time. But things like tea and meditations usually help her relax. It also helps to listen to wild music, letting the musicians go wild for her almost. She can’t help but admire people who are passionate and honest about their feelings. It makes her guilty sometimes, when she can’t be like that.

She is always planning out every move she makes or every thing she says. It is as though she feels she needs to. While her mother represents so much raw freedom, the gifts she passed onto her daughter have only created chains around the girl’s heart. Appearing cold and standoffish at first, it saddens her that this is how she feels she must be to protect people for herself. But once someone gets close enough to her that she feels she can be more herself, they’ll find a kind and gentle person with stubborn loyalty and protective care.



Background:
Marilee was born to a rather small family in a low-middle class town. Her father was a flower shop owner who had his own herb garden and two dogs. Her aunt and uncle lived next door and helped him look after his…unique daughter. In school, Marilee was always approached cautiously; her unsettling eyes just the surface of peculiarities. She was clever and tried to stay out of trouble, but one day a little blonde girl decided to make her the class target of ridicule. She told Marilee that the reason her mother left her was because she was ugly and odd.

For a child, this was one of the most hurtful things in the world. So she started to cry. And as she cried, her eyes started to glow an eerie red color. All the lights in the classroom burst and the little girl’s hair started to float around her. When she screamed at the blonde girl that she was wrong, she thought of the absolute worst thing a toddler could thing of. And her thought came true. The little blonde girl cowering before her went bald.

The outburst was odd enough to get her moved to another class, but explained away as a freak accident. The little girl who went bald? Well, she obviously was sick, nothing more, nothing less. Her father, aunt and uncle however knew the truth. They all looked so disappointed and sad. So Marilee, little young thing that she was, decided that she would never ‘do bad things like that’ ever again. Soon after her father died in a car accident and the little girl was sent next door to live with her kindly aunt and uncle.

Middle school and High school made that pretty difficult. Raging hormones, mixing with deep magic, and put on the flames of being the school freak? It was a potent little potion that was always difficult to keep from boiling over. When light bulbs burst or windows cracked or things just went a little crazy, Marilee was looked at with suspicion. No one could ever prove it, but they all saw the weird molten color her eyes could turn when she got too upset. The teachers could explain everything after the accidents, but everyone in school knew that when the freaky witch girl glowed, something bad was going to happen. And you’d think they’d learn to leave her alone.

But no, they didn’t. And when her classmates started to get frantic, she darted right out of school. The images of all the horrified face of anyone who had ever seen her ‘uniqueness’ flashed in front of her eyes. No one else had these things happening to them. No one else talked to ghost and could make thing levitate or burst. Freak. She was a freak!

The ground around her seemed to sway and she fell. Had she run that far? She was already deep in the dark woods that bordered the town. She should of just been able to look over her shoulder and see the school from past the tree-line, but instead all she saw was more forest. Panic engulfed her. Her aunt and uncle always cautioned her to stay in town. There were wolves in the woods, and they were hungrier than ever this year. She could see it now: High School Student Gets Devoured By Wolves – High School Students Rejoice At Good Fortune!

But the sensation of someone’s hand on her head replaced her panic with warmth. Like the memory of her mother… Silver mist that usually stuck so close to the Nebraskan forest floor pooled around her. It built up in one are, till the form a woman shimmer through. Like moonlight melting into soft shadows, the woman’s form materialized. Her eyes burned like torches in the deepest night, her hair was dark as midnight shadows, her skin pale like the moon. She was beautiful. And her face looked familiar.

It was like a more beautiful, powerful and peaceful version of her own face. I, Hecate, Mother of Moonlight and Mist, Shadow and Sorcery, am you’re mother, Marilee, the words whispered all around her, a musical sound so familiar the girl almost wept. It was the same tone as something from her memories. The memory of the day at her father’s funeral, when her mother had held her and stroked her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

“Mother,” Marilee’s voice was a strangled sob, but somehow she knew that in her mother’s presence ‘bad things’ would happen. The serene smile on the beautiful Goddess’s face sent a comforting ease through the teenage girl, like warm water mixing with her anxious blood.

You are the daughter of Hecate, her mother’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, You are not a ‘freak’, but a Demi-Goddess, My Moonbeam. Never let them tell you otherwise. The beautiful shining figure raised a delicate hand and made a small graceful motion with her fingers. A dog trudged through the dark forest, a mastiff by the sheer size of the creature, and stopped before them. Hekabe shall be you’re guide to town, the divine voice whispered around her, as if coming from every shadow the forest held, When you are ready, I shall send you another message, My Marilee. You shall know when it is time, for Hekabe shall deliver it to you. Go now, Sweetling, and never be afraid to call to me, for I shall always hear you.

And slowly, with a loving smile, the visage of her mother in mist dissipated. The dog, who Marilee strongly suspected was far more than mere mortal animal, led her home, sure and straight as an arrow. The noble creature even stuck around a while to receive a nice cut of brown sugar ham Marilee had been saving in the fridge. Hekabe even let Marilee scratch behind her ears while she devour the tasty reward.

And it wasn’t very long that she had to wait from another visit of her divine mother’s loyal and noble familiar. The message was delivered on the eve of Samhain, a beautiful pendent tied to a very old tome with lovely silver ribbon. When the ribbon was untied (and Hekabe getting plenty of tasty meaty treats) it turned to mist in the moonlight. The silver mist formed words that informed Marilee that she was to enter a school for children of Gods and Goddesses, where she could learn better control and use of her powers. Telling her aunt and uncle, who celebrated with her, they all feasted that night. Even Hekabe stuck around for the festivities.

Extra: Marilee considers herself Wiccan, and respects all the Gods, but her favorites are Eros and Hades…

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Hecate

Relationship With Godly Parent:
They are distant, but she respects and admires her mother. Hecate was around every so often, but usually as an illusion or something untouchable. Hopefully whatever lucky offspring she spent more time with in tangible form appreciates it. But it was mostly her father who raised her, and her aunt and uncle later on after her father died. Hecate only once came to her in physical form and that was at her father’s funeral. The memory of her mother petting her head as she cried is something precious to Marilee. Perhaps they can have a closer relationship now that she isn’t running away from who she is.

Godly Abilities:
Magic – This were being born female gave Marilee a bit more of an advantage. Since she is a girl, her magic is strong, tied to her feminine demi-goddess soul. Some of the things she can will to do are minor compared to her mother and previous daughters of Hecate (like the old Greek rumor of one being Circe). She can make thing levitate, she can make things explode, she can speak words to summon small flames and she can even whisper words to coax mist. Marilee can also go through extensive rituals and spell-working to create potions, charms and hexes to influence thing to occur, but they are often rather weak. For example her ‘love charm’ are more ‘he looked at me today!’ charms, and her ‘healing potions’ are more like ‘well it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before’ potions. The magic is so tied with her emotions that she really has to feel it or will it for it to work. And she’s a pretty hesitant and hesitant person…

Ghosts - While most mortals call it ‘psychic’ or being a ‘medium’, it’s just plain normal for Marilee to have little chats with the wandering dead. The strength of communication depends on the strength of the soul, but she can concentrate to get a better ‘connection’ so to speak. Something she can also do is a summoning of a specter from the afterlife, though she has to preform a ritual with something that belonged to them. And it doesn’t always work. Just like a phone call, ghosts can decide not to answer a summons.

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Oz Yes! Please just try to rest for now! Please get better soon!

Shine City II: The Next Season

Kaori Tatsumia

@Oz

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Looking back, she turned her spring green eyes on the voice that call after her. Looking up at him, she was completely oblivious to the glances that had been generously given to her. If she had noticed them though, she probably would of gotten pretty flustered. Kaori wasn't really used to appreciative gazes. Pushing a strand of short red hair behind her ear, she looked up at the boy in confusion. Had she dropped something? Oh, maybe she had bumped into him without even noticing it when she had been running! Her face, still a soft cherry color from her hasty run, turned a rosier color. But before the apology was even past her lips, his words caught her by surprise.

This guy was around her age, it looked like. He reminded her of a fox, or predatory cat, or any wild beastie with a come hither smile like that and peering at her from behind a curtain of long ruffled hair. Only a bit taller than her, yet very unique, from the air about him. In fact he sort of looked like one of those 'wild type' model boy her friend often showed her in those idol magazines she read. But... why did he want to buy her a coffee? This... Was this like those things her friends told her about?! 'G-Getting picked up'?Ah...n-no way, he's just concerned, that's all, Kaori smiled up at his kind eyes as her thoughts flurried and settled, like the snow they should be expecting later this week.

That mischievous grin held her in place, but she couldn't help but give him a warm smile. "W-Well, I was heading to work," her voice was gentle, warm and held a small glow to it, almost like she was wistful, "Oh! I'm Kaori! Tatsumia Kaori. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." Tilting her red head just a bit as she smiled, a shiver passed through her. Now that she had stopped running, he body was starting to cool down and she hadn't exactly remembered to grab a jacket on her way out of the house.. Looking into the very busy cafe she gave a small laugh. "I'm not sure there would be enough time with a wait like that," those words were softly spoken, almost a bit unsure, but she just turned her sunny smile right back onto him. "Thank you very much though!", her red hair was brushed up by the wind, "It's very kind of you to be so concerned."