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Hannah Endo
 Hannah Endo

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Hannah had been watching the other students mostly, feeling like something of a fly on the wall. She only briefly looked over the dorm list, and with a dull expression. She was used to long hours of privacy and her own quarters; it was hard not to feel dread over the impending communal lifestyle she would have to endure. A sigh. She ran a hand over her head and started strolling in another direction. Suddenly a girl brushed past her at speed, and a moment later another chased after her. They were laughing and teasing each other - they looked like friends reunited. That put a bit of happiness back in her expression. She was about to take another step, but when she looked forward again she found that she had approached very near to a young man, about her own age. Rather than bumping into him, she came to a very sudden stop. "Eh?!" she said, her eyes still sparkling with surprise. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Her voice was clear, and her accent was faint - it almost sounded American, but that wasn't quite right either.

She briefly looked down, feeling a bit of embarrassment burning on her cheeks. But then she offered the stranger a smile. He had a smooth complexion, fairly soft features, and dark curly hair. He seemed well put-together. Hannah, on the other hand, was feeling suddenly conscious of her own casual attire. But she put that thought away, and collected herself for a introduction. "My name is Hannah Endo," she began. "I'm a witch. First year. I'd heard the rumors, but it does seem lively here already."

After giving him some time to respond, Hannah would venture something further. "Hey, do you want to look around the place a bit more? I've got to find my way towards Hemlock hall."

"Hemlock... I know it's poison. The very same that killed Socrates. But you know, we have something called 'hemlock' in Japan, too." She paused, with a touch of bemusement on her face over what she was about to say.

"...it's a giant tree. Twenty-five meters tall sometimes. And it's harmless. That is going to get confusing, no doubt."

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Hider

@udonnoodles

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

Hannah Endo
 Hannah Endo

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Today had been something of a whirlwind for Hannah. She had spent the last few days in London with an assistant, relaxing, acclimating, and buying supplies. But they'd set out late last night for Scotland in a car, carrying several bags and boxes of the young witch's belongings. She slept somewhat badly through the drive. It was uncomfortable, and the sounds of the rain and the road disturbed her. But when they arrived in the morning, she was quite lucid. Probably the excitement was keeping her focused.

She had come very far from home - halfway across the world in fact - in pursuit of a mystery. The spirit that haunted her, the one she called 'the prince', had appeared to her many times in London, urging her onwards. He was the one who had pointed her to Hawthorne. Ever since she arrived, however, he was nowhere to be seen. It was curious, but without his distractions, Hannah was able to keep her head during the induction ceremony. After seeing her luggage shepherded away by the school's faculty, she made her way to the assembly hall. It was raining like the dickens outside, but she managed to avoid the worst of it with her umbrella. She shook it out near the entryway and deposited it there, before finding a place among the other students.

She didn't know a soul here. There were many eccentric looking characters around - not least of which were the teachers. It was a bit overwhelming. But Hannah's practiced composure did not falter. She remained calm and offered a slight smile to those who met her gaze. She was wearing a fairly practical outfit today - a grey sweater and dark, form-fitting pants. She had styled her long black hair simply, keeping it behind her with a matching ribbon. Her natural beauty was still apparent though, and the gleaming silver of her earrings was a small indication of prestige.

Hannah listened politely to the commencement speech, but she gradually began to pick up on the strange atmosphere in the air. There were serious-looking people scattered about the hall in leather uniforms. She knew them to be seekers; their appearance usually signaled trouble. Furthermore, the headmaster even felt the need to address the rumored incidents she had been reading about in the papers. She hadn't been worried much about it before, but admittedly the man's assurance that she'd be safe made her feel anything but.

The assembly ended without incident, and the students made their way outside to check the dorm listings. Hannah followed along, but slowly, taking the time to observe her new classmates, and seeing if any of them looked approachable. 'It might be helpful to make some connections early on,' she thought.

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

Hannah Endo | Witch

❀ Hannah Endo ❀

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

N A M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Hannah Endo A G E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 18 G E N D E R ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Female P R O N O U N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ She/Her H E I G H T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 5'7 S P E C I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Witch S E X U A L I T Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Bisexual A C A D E M I C Y E A R ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ First year ~~~	▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES ❀ Flowers ❀ Tea ❀ Music ❀ Art ❀ Home Cooking ❀ Greenery ❀ Hiking ❀ Ice Cream ❀ Romance ❀ Playing her flute ❀ Movies ❀ Old Books ❀ Drinking with friends ❀ Mysteries ❀ Sneaking Out ❀ The Bright Moon DISLIKES ❀ Writing Essays ❀ Bland Food ❀ Missing out ❀ Falling Down ❀ Homesickness ❀ Scary Teachers ❀ Lies ❀ Cherries ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ~~~

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES

_{S T R E N G T H S}
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• Spirit Familiar:
Ms. Endo is followed by the spirit of a young man, called "the prince". He appears to her at various times - with blonde hair and formal white attire - though other people never seem to see him. He is marvelously talented, and because of their connection, he is able to lend his skill to the young witch by partially possessing her body. In particular he can share his dexterity, making Hannah very agile and handy. While possessed, she is temporarily capable of extraordinary feats of acrobatics and manual skill. His abilities fascinate her, but she is somewhat unwilling to make use of them, because her family taught her that it can be disastrous for one to allow a spirit to have too much influence over her. Without resorting to possession, however, there is little that the spirit can do beyond causing the occasional paranormal symptom, such as sudden chills or flickering lights.
Hannah consults a book on spirit binding that she stole from her father's library to initiate contracts with the prince. Although the ghostly man presents himself as friendly and noble, there is a certain horrifying element that cannot be purged from the practice of spiritualism. The prince appears follows her everywhere and appears without warning. The contracts sometimes cause side-effects, especially when overused. These can include light-headedness, vivid delusions, involuntary movements, or the appearance of blood from the nose or eyes. While actively bound to the prince, Hannah subconsciously takes on part of his personality, acting out habits and mannerisms that are not her own.

• First Year Casting:
This young woman comes from a line of Japanese witches, and was well-prepared to begin her stay at the academy. As such, she's proficient with most beginner spells and foundational concepts. She's a promising student, but she's also not particularly experienced. She does display an affinity for earth magic. When her powers were first developing, she would exert herself in the rock garden - manipulating and shattering the pebbles there. Since then stone has always come readily to the call of her wand.

• Hannah has an investigative and persistent mind. Some may find it annoying, but her obsession does bring results.
• She's also very honest and open about her feelings.

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• Although a good student in general, Hannah struggles the most with Herbology - especially since the local flora at Hawthorne are very different than what she grew up around.
• She's intrigued by secrets, and her curiosity does get her into trouble sometimes. When she thinks she has a good lead, sometimes the desire to pursue it trumps her better instincts.
• She's shy about dating because of her inexperience and because she's only newly arrived in the area. However, she does want a relationship at some point. Her emotions regarding romance are likely to be more intense because they are new to her and she doesn't know how to control them.
• Slightly depressive tendencies after leaving her family and former home behind.
• She can seem spacey when she's absorbed in things that only she can see.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

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Hannah has been immersed in the world of witches since she was very young. She's well acquainted with magic and the way that spellcasters do things; she keeps up with current events in their society, and she uses convenient spells as casually as she might operate a kitchen appliance. Following in her family's example, she tends to think that magic-users are more important than your average human. After all, humans are wonderful, but they aren't even aware of how their world is kept in check by witches and wizards. Acquiring magic powers and dealing with the consequences of that were crucial steps in her life that most humans just didn't have to go through. If she is going to relate with other humans, it's likely that they'll be magicians. That being said, she's lived most of her life in a different part of the world, where her family is respected and very private. It remains to be seen how much of a culture shock she will experience in Scotland.

Ms. Endo has less experience with the other creatures of the night, however. She's met vampires on a few occasions - mostly friends of her parents passing through - and she couldn't help but feel fear and respect for them. They were titans compared to men. Hannah shuddered to think of days when vampires were less friendly to witches. When she thinks about it, she feels that wizards have been fortunate to obtain the modern arrangements, which are so generous to their kind. The instinctive fear she feels for vampires is mixed with admiration for their uncanny beauty and grace. Dealing with them will certainly be key to success at the academy.

Werewolves are more of an unknown element. Her father told her that they were independent types that came with wildly varying attitudes. Some were more wild beast than man, and others were extremely loyal. But Hannah has never met one personally. She naturally feels a bit of fear about them, but might warm up to a friendly one.

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• In the short term, learn more about the ghost who has been following her, and who he was in life.
• Hannah wants to thrive in this new environment, and to enjoy her independence to the fullest.
• In the long term, she wants to become an acclaimed witch, make her parents happy, and return to Japan after school is done.

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• She's afraid of not being able to relate to her classmates.
• She doesn't want to be made to look incompetent in front of others.
• More darkly, she's afraid that she will lose herself by dabbling too deeply in spiritualism.

_{H I S T O R Y}
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The Endo family is a refined one that lives out of the way, in rural Japan. They have a large house, and keep a shrine on the nearby property. Hannah served there as a maiden for a few years. Ostensibly they keep themselves busy with religious duties, but the family's ritualism goes much deeper than that in truth - veering into the occult. On her mother's side, every woman had been a witch for generations. Her father was also a wizard, but he was from a smaller family in Britain. Apparently her parents had met during the usual term in a magical academy. Her father made a name for himself there, and managed to win the approval of the Endo family. He took her mother's name when he married her, prestigious as it was, and the two moved to Japan to raise Hannah.

Because of her mixed heritage, and time spent with her father's family, Hannah can speak English as if it was second nature. The girl distinguished herself in school from an early age with success in her studies; and as she grew older her beauty became quite noticeable. Being apart made her aloof, and living behind the walls of her sheltered environment meant that she was almost unapproachable in those days. Consequently, she wasn't very popular with her peers. Still, there were a few friends who would come and visit her at the shrine from time to time. There was even a boy who had taken a shine to her.

As her teenage years rolled on, her magical powers began to develop, and with them the pressure from her parents to perform. Evidently this was more important than all the studies she had worked so hard at before. It was an awkward period for her. She felt new spaces opening up inside of her on a daily basis. Sometimes she would even be up through the night with hot flashes because of it. But the restrictions of her home life seemed to just grow tighter and tighter. For a time she lost herself in the routine and the discomfort of it. She was unhappy. It was around that time that the man first appeared to her. During an afternoon at the shrine, an unknown guest was no strange thing. But the man seemed foreign, and was dressed in fancy, unusual clothes. He didn't speak a word to her, but he definitely got her attention. It was only when her mother commented on the lack of guests that day, that she realized - no one else had seen the man. At first her mind was full of questions, but there was nothing to grab onto. Then he appeared again. And again. Each time it was the same. Each time only she saw him. Eventually it became clear that something was off. He was either a ghost or some other kind of phantasm.

Hannah started to think that the man wanted something from her. She had always heard that the dead linger due to unfinished business. Because of his regal attire and good manners, she started referring to him as "the prince". She became very curious about him, and those thoughts helped the days pass quickly. Still, he almost never talked, so learning more was slow. It went on like that for a while, when Hannah discovered one of her father's books about spiritualism. She used the techniques therein to create a bond between herself and the spirit, in an attempt to gain more information. This did allow them to interact much more than before. The prince could touch her now (which made all her hairs stand on end), and even make use of her body when she allowed it. During tests, he would make her dance and cut cartwheels and throw darts. It was almost childish. But Hannah couldn't deny the amazing skill that moved her when she gave him the reigns. It was like she couldn't make a wrong move in that state. Still, she was paranoid about taking things too far. Her father's book had warned profusely about losing control of oneself doing such things.

A season had passed, and the prince remained her secret. Hannah was more determined than ever to figure out who he was. One day, while reviewing magical universities to which she might apply, the prince pointed out a name on the list: Hawthorne Academy, a school in the UK. He had never reacted like this before. Hannah was sure that meant she would be able to uncover more about him there. At least, she wouldn't be able to forget it until she tried. So, she sent in an application. The boy that came to visit her at the shrine, Tohru, seemed sad when she told him about moving to America. But he bit his tongue and didn't try to stop her. If he had, maybe things would have been different. But as it was, Hannah packed her bags and prepared. Her parents were surprised at her choice, but they approved because of the school's status. Her father gave her a list of relatives in the country and promised to visit her. He told her that there would be much to enjoy about his home country. Outwardly, she agreed. Who could not appreciate the beauty of the highlands? But inwardly, her thoughts were focused on the prince. One way or another, she would find out his story.

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BONUS
BONUS

❀ Hannah's wand was crafted from fresh wisteria wood. She choose the vine herself. The instrument is long and straight, and it retains its natural pure white color. The core was made of white unicorn hair. It's an elegant wand that represents her tempered will.

❀ The young witch has a renewed respect for physical ability after seeing what her familiar is capable of, and so has been putting more effort into staying in shape. She was surprised to find that she was looking forward to more physical classes like dueling, and has been practicing hard for them over the summer.

❀ Still a young woman, Hannah has a healthy interest in fashion, makeup and accessories. She always has something to wear. She likes to carry around a cute purse that is shaped like a white rabbit.

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ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

*moved to Characters tab

Rise of the New Heroes

Nobody

Sarah was disappointed when the villain ably reacted, shutting down her machine's power in an instant and eventually bringing the vehicle to a stop. The headlights went dark as the electronics all ceased to function. For a moment the truck seemed to drag itself forward, in spite of the lack of power, and even in spite of itself. It crept a few feet closer to Thundercloud, before stopping again. Sarah felt a strange and new sensation - a sort of burning and pressure that made her feel like veins were going to pop because of the effort.

'Ugh... this is too hard. I've gotta find another way.' Nobody looked around the room for a new method, but nothing jumped out at her immediately. Thundercloud was proving to be extremely powerful. It was all the young heroes could do to stay on their feet! 'What beats lightning in the comics? It must be... rubber...' Sarah hatched a plan and started putting it into action. The lug nuts of the front left wheel began to turn under her ghostly influence. It wasn't long before the distinct ringing sound of metal was heard as they fell to the hard floor of the lobby.

At that time her opponent was summoning up more power and blasting lightning all over the place, blowing out the windows of the building. She wasn't a direct target, but some of the arcs slapped against the truck as they passed and shattered all its glass as well. The truck lurched again, this time leaning over as its tire popped off and began rolling around. The heroine had made it her new body. First it circled back behind the truck and made its way around the room, gaining speed - before flying back at Thundercloud with enormous momentum. It was a heavy duty tire, which would be difficult to deal with even if it didn't have such a high velocity. Sarah planned to bowl him over with it!

Rogue Tire

Fall of Faerieland

I'm glad to see more characters being made! I'm sure we can have fun with this. I agree that anthropomorphized is probably the best way to go. I always thought the neopet comics were really cool and they are depicted in a more anthropomorphized way there. I might try to go back and read some of them for inspiration. I'm not sure how much effort it will take given the retirement of flash but I'll give it a go.

EDIT: I found this archive if anyone else is interested. bunnyneobody.tumblr.com

Rise of the New Heroes

Nobody

Thundercloud responded to the attack, which seemed to wake him up and get him excited. As he barked orders to his underling, Sarah’s avatar peeked around the desk to watch and listen. ’The truck! That must be the getaway vehicle. If I can stop that, Thundercloud’s plans are toast.’

She identified the truck as the underling approached it. She crawled out further and began to focus, hoping to make it hers. But her heart stopped as she realized that the big man had also caught a glimpse of her. The two locked eyes for an instant as Thundercloud started charging and firing off his electric blasts. A large one sped towards Nobody, threatening to overwhelm and destroy her.

A “No!” rang out in a scared, girlish voice from the vicinity of the mannequin. Just before she was destroyed, a barrier of light went up and protected her. On impact the shield crackled and eventually shattered in a small explosion.

“Thank… you…” the puppet said in shock. But she came back to and started focusing again. She had been given enough time to work, and she wasn’t going to waste it. The mannequin fell limp on the ground.

Across the lobby, a thug had just started the truck and was mashing the gas, but to no avail. “Damn thing doesn’t wanna work.” The thug leaned out the door and said “Hey boss the truck is acting weird.” Just then, the vehicle lurched, knocking him from inside. The door seemed to close on its own. It locked itself and the truck went into reverse, jerking backwards and accelerating unexpectedly. THUMP. THUMP. Two of the thugs had just been hit and rolled over by the huge machine.

The truck came to a stop, and Sarah threw her new toy into drive. It started moving again, this time back towards the others and the front exit. She hoped she would be able to hit Thundercloud on the way out, but even if she was only able to get the car out of the building, it would ruin the villain’s plan.

The truck squealed as it gained speed, it’s headlights blaring towards its target: the big man in the grey suit. Sarah thought it was a good move. If he destroyed the truck with a lightning burst, it would have a good chance of destroying the money as well. If he didn’t evade well enough, he might be at the mercy of her fellow heroes. ‘ “Fellow heroes”, huh? Sarah liked the sound of that. She might have smiled, if she had a mouth.

Fall of Faerieland

It’s only radiant resistance, right? Being a light fairy already grants that. You can take away the bonus cantrips if you like; I can grab sacred flame as a cantrip with my sorcerer subclass all the same, and the light cantrip was already granted as a bonus with my racial choice.

I was really only interested in the bonus damage for radiant and fire spells. It will allow her to make some otherwise uninteresting spells her bread and butter. (Notice she doesn’t even have eldritch blast - I would rather use sacred flame and fire bolt).

Rise of the New Heroes

Nobody

Sarah had been leaned over her laptop on the dining room table, excitedly clicking keys and observing the contents of the screen for the last ten minutes. Apparently, a high profile robbery was happening at the financial center in town. She was watching a livestream hosted by some bystanders near the incident. They had caught footage of professional looking men in black leather jackets forming a firing line. Police cars arrived three or four at a time. They pulled their vehicles in front of the entrance and used them as barricades, setting up their own offensive line.

‘Thundercloud is behind this, huh?’ she thought, chewing on her nail and thinking over so many years of her old superhero obsession. ‘So some of the old guard are still alive.’

In the livestream video, there was suddenly loud noise and screaming as gunshots fired off left and right. The conflict had just turned hot. The bystander, fearing for his life, turned his camera away from the scene and ran for it. Sarah closed her laptop and smiled. She was feeling excitement more than anything. A kind of nervous mania was animating her. She had been waiting for a chance to make herself known - how could she turn down the chance to be a real hero? ‘Things might not be this interesting for a while.’

Sarah grabbed a paper airplane from her dresser and walked towards the balcony. It was of a more elaborate design than usual, and there were several others like it strewn around the room with bent noses. All seemed to be folded from high quality, solid paper. The shut-in girl slid open her glass door and looked over the nighttime city skyline for a moment, before setting her paper airplane down and rushing back inside, closing the door behind her.

Sarah threw herself onto the bed, her heart racing. She had already prepared a body. She would take the plane to pick it up and then make her way to the crime scene. She was sure she could make it in time. She took a deep breath and then focused on the paper airplane which sat on the other side of the glass. A few seconds later, her gaze slackened and her body went limp.

Nobody was flying high above the city. Icy wind flapped at the paper which made up her new form as she soared over busy streets. Sarah could animate any object she possessed, and she could make it float through the air if it wasn’t too heavy. The plane shape of the paper was just a caprice. But Sarah delighted in that kind of thing, and she had convinced herself that the aerodynamics of the paper airplane would help her fly faster. Maybe she had been right, as she quickly arrived at her destination - a department store. There, Nobody crushed into the ground unceremoniously, bending the nose of her last pristine model.

In front of her there was a pane of glass for window shopping, and behind that was the prepared body: it was a mannequin, dressed in this season’s hottest fashion. Sarah focused until she could feel its fused plastic fingers as her own. It was a strange sight - the mannequin suddenly stood up from its stand and began to move in a somewhat lifelike way. It wasn’t much trouble for Sarah to make its arms and legs move in the appropriate manner - they had been made jointed for posing purposes. Nobody put on some shoes, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses to hide the worst of her ghost-white plastic face. A nearby shopper caught a glimpse of her and screamed in shock. The mannequin strutted out the door with confidence, causing the store’s alarms to sound off like crazy. Some of her clothes still had tags on them. ’I wouldn’t wait around for the cops to show up tonight,’ she thought to herself, knowing that the force would be busy at the moment.

The mannequin walked into an alley the next block over and retrieved, from among some trash and cardboard, the go-bag which she had prepared for just this occasion. She had been very busy since discovering her power. The bag didn’t contain anything spectacular, just spare odds and ends she might use in case her current body failed. Nobody unzipped the bag and left it open. It might end up useless otherwise. The strange figure started moving again with a brisk walk. She had somewhere to be.

It wasn’t long afterwards that she arrived at Lafayette financial building. The standoff had continued. It seemed that a few were now injured on either side. Somehow there were still some bystanders at the scene, recklessly watching the event play out. Nobody approached the shootout at a jog. One of the officers saw her coming and said “Miss, stay back. This is a dangerous situation,” but her plastic legs only sped up. He held up his hands to grab her, but amazingly, she leapt into the air and and cleared the police line in one jump. Levitating a body like this was no real problem with her ability. Sarah loved her power sometimes.

She landed towards the top of the stairs, near the armed thugs. They were momentarily stunned by her appearance and were slow to react. Sarah threw herself through their line and started running past. One of the thugs grabbed her for a second, but she sent him to the ground with a forceful shove. She bolted towards the door to the building. The thugs started after her, but they couldn’t afford to leave the front, because the police had also started making a push and they had to be held off. She was going to make it.

Gunshots rang out as she made it inside. Two bullets burst through her chest, shredding her top and sending sprays of plastic behind them. It seemed the grounded thug had managed to line up a shot on her. But the mannequin didn’t stop. She turned the corner to the lobby, hearing more gunfire go wide.

Sarah’s entry had succeeded, but she knew that her body wouldn’t take much more abuse. Even now it made a scratching and clicking sound every time she turned her head. Figuring that she would have company soon, she crouched behind one of the office desks and hid.

It seemed that there was already some action going on inside the lobby. Thundercloud was there, and a number of others in plain clothes and assorted odd outfits. There were flaming cards and then suddenly a thick, obscuring smoke. Who were these guys, that were already two steps ahead of the police? Special agents? Or something else? Sarah waited to see what would happen next.

Fall of Faerieland

Yep, that’s right! I’m a big religion/mythology nerd.