“Nice to meet you Dahlia,” Jan said with a slight, shy smile. He looked to the other two, who were walking a little ways in front of himself and Dahlia. Yayauhqui smiled as she fiddled with her schedule, “I don’t think the Headmaster would like us switching classes. What happened to you before you woke up here?” she asked, figuring that the others would have done the same as she did.
Jan spoke up, “I vas tiny. Really tiny…and not human, Vhat about you?”
“Same as you. But I was just a few feet shorter than I am now.” Yayauhqui stated before turning to Dahlia and introducing herself. Walking through the large campus was a hassle as the students stopped to stare, making Jan feel as if he were a bug under a microscope. The campus was large, far larger than any of them could have possibly known. They were in a large plaza type area where the students walked to their classes and dorms. Off to the left was a large cluster of buildings, a sign pointing in that direction read Dormitories. Directly across from the dorms was the gate to the school. The weather out there matched the weather inside of the gates but there was a city road just outside and Jan couldn’t hear the cars driving by.
The buildings were scattered around, signs pointing to what was located inside of each building.
“Vhat dorms do you all have?” Jan asked, looking down at his slip of paper.
“Americas.” Yayahuqui said.
Jan’s paper read Asia. Beside that the parenthesis was blank. Clearly something else was to go there. “I vonder vhat is supposed to be zhere,” he questioned out loud. The group was stopped by a tall and lanky man with straw colored hair and pointed ears.
“Ah the new students!” He said with a wide smile, “Welcome to Heaven Academy. I am Darian, head of the welcoming committee.” He explained. Jan asked about the blank space and the man smiled once more.
“That is there because you are all new students. After your first year it will be filled in. Here are your dorm room numbers.” They were each handed a small book with their room number printed on the cover. “The student handbook; it outlines what you can and cannot do on school grounds or otherwise.”
Yayauhqui flipped through the book briefly before looking at the others.
Jan looked at his room number with a questioning glance.
Room number 32:Kit.
He looked at the dark haired girl’s as well to see if his was the same as hers.
Room number 2:Tez
“Vhat is kit?” Jan asked Darian.
“It’s how we sort you to be with those who are just like you. It’s easier to have students grouped together by what their parent was and what part of the world his or her mother or father came from.” Darian shrugged as he began to point out the different dorms although they had large signs out front with the dormitory names on them.
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There was something seriously wrong with the Headmaster’s statement. Jan hoped that his family hadn’t been killed nor did he hope that somehow they had forgotten about him. He always was afraid of being forgotten by his family, it was one thing that he feared the most. He watched Dahlia try to call someone and he wondered briefly if cellphones would work here, well wherever they were. Given the okay to turn loose, he wondered where their dorms were and well… what they were themselves.
Jan sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He wondered how long it would take for others to see him as he truly was—the way that he sees himself.
Yayauhqui looked at Raven’s paper and a slight pout came to her face, “Why do you get the fun stuff?” Her little brother was an avid horror fan, well so was their mother so it rubbed off on Yaya as well. There were a few other classes that she could already tell were going to make her homesick. One of them was a Mesoamerican History class. Like she didn’t know that already, “I’m Yayauhqui by the way, you can call me Yaya.” She said to Raven with a small smile. She wondered if the meaning of her name had anything to do with who she came from…or whatever the headmaster meant.
Jan sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He wondered how long it would take for others to see him as he truly was—the way that he sees himself.
Yayauhqui looked at Raven’s paper and a slight pout came to her face, “Why do you get the fun stuff?” Her little brother was an avid horror fan, well so was their mother so it rubbed off on Yaya as well. There were a few other classes that she could already tell were going to make her homesick. One of them was a Mesoamerican History class. Like she didn’t know that already, “I’m Yayauhqui by the way, you can call me Yaya.” She said to Raven with a small smile. She wondered if the meaning of her name had anything to do with who she came from…or whatever the headmaster meant.
Adam recoiled from the horrified sound that came from the new worker. He hated people seeing this, the destruction that came with his anger. “ABIGAIL!” the teen bellowed as he made his way from his room. In the long hallways his voice echoed, coming back to him as several smaller yelps of his sister’s name.
“What?” She stood in the door way of her own room, located half ways down from his. Abigail was already dressed for bed and it was easy to see that with her messed up hair, Adam had woken her up.
“That damned—“
“Language Adam, the girl is our worker and she did not know. I will inform her in the morning now get to sleep, alright? Mom and Stephen will be home in a few days so you better be getting your room cleaned for them soon.” Abigail was one person that Adam couldn’t shove around like everyone else in the house. He scowled as his sister brought him into a tight hug; her arms were around his middle. “I love you, little brother.” She teased before saying goodnight to him and slamming the bedroom door behind herself. Adam stood in the hallway alone. Had she really talked to him like he was a kid?
Stalking away he went to raid the kitchen for a snack. Adam found and apple and he took it to his bedroom. He hated to see the servants, he hated that they were there. That they were judging him. He couldn’t help this anger; Adam didn’t know what he was becoming and he was too frightened to ask for help.
“What?” She stood in the door way of her own room, located half ways down from his. Abigail was already dressed for bed and it was easy to see that with her messed up hair, Adam had woken her up.
“That damned—“
“Language Adam, the girl is our worker and she did not know. I will inform her in the morning now get to sleep, alright? Mom and Stephen will be home in a few days so you better be getting your room cleaned for them soon.” Abigail was one person that Adam couldn’t shove around like everyone else in the house. He scowled as his sister brought him into a tight hug; her arms were around his middle. “I love you, little brother.” She teased before saying goodnight to him and slamming the bedroom door behind herself. Adam stood in the hallway alone. Had she really talked to him like he was a kid?
Stalking away he went to raid the kitchen for a snack. Adam found and apple and he took it to his bedroom. He hated to see the servants, he hated that they were there. That they were judging him. He couldn’t help this anger; Adam didn’t know what he was becoming and he was too frightened to ask for help.
Grace wrinkled her nose, “How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know anything about you or this place?” she asked, to Grace it would be better if she got a first-hand experience of the living situation of her patients. She might have been trying too hard, as she often did, but Grace really did want to make an impression with everyone that the patients here are people too. “I’ll have to call my husband first, to let him know how things are doing then we’ll go to lunch, alright?” Grace would have made an excellent mother.
Grabbing her cell phone and dialing her house number, Grace was surprised to hear Abigail (who should have been in bed) answer the phone. “Hey Abby,” she said softly to her sister, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. When are you coming home?” Abigail asked with a dry tone.
“Before dinner, I promise. I was just calling to let you guys know that everything is excellent.” Grace said with a smile as she twirled a lock of her dark hair.
“Okay. You haven’t asked about Mark yet.” Abigail informed her, finding it odd that her sister hadn’t asked about the (worry wart) of a husband and big brother.
“I almost forgot him,” she laughed, “Is he fine?”
“Yeah…he’s making soup now. It’s weird without you here, Grace.” Abigail sounded like she was frowning.
“I know but I really love my job and you guys.” She said, glancing over at Emma. “It’ll get better just give it some time. I’ll talk to you later Abby. I gotta lunch date with a patient!” Grace giggled lightly; she couldn’t wait to tell them about Emma. The girl was sweet and Grace just wanted to hug her.
“Okay. Talk to you later.”
“I love—“
Abigail hung up the phone before Grace was finished talking. The black haired woman frowned but quickly smiled as she turned to face Emma once more. “Ready?”
Grabbing her cell phone and dialing her house number, Grace was surprised to hear Abigail (who should have been in bed) answer the phone. “Hey Abby,” she said softly to her sister, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. When are you coming home?” Abigail asked with a dry tone.
“Before dinner, I promise. I was just calling to let you guys know that everything is excellent.” Grace said with a smile as she twirled a lock of her dark hair.
“Okay. You haven’t asked about Mark yet.” Abigail informed her, finding it odd that her sister hadn’t asked about the (worry wart) of a husband and big brother.
“I almost forgot him,” she laughed, “Is he fine?”
“Yeah…he’s making soup now. It’s weird without you here, Grace.” Abigail sounded like she was frowning.
“I know but I really love my job and you guys.” She said, glancing over at Emma. “It’ll get better just give it some time. I’ll talk to you later Abby. I gotta lunch date with a patient!” Grace giggled lightly; she couldn’t wait to tell them about Emma. The girl was sweet and Grace just wanted to hug her.
“Okay. Talk to you later.”
“I love—“
Abigail hung up the phone before Grace was finished talking. The black haired woman frowned but quickly smiled as she turned to face Emma once more. “Ready?”
Jan listened carefully as the headmaster began to explain things, strange things that shouldn’t have happened to kids their age. Jan looked at the other three as they absorbed what was being told to them, the dark haired girl seemed to be taking it easier than the others. He was curious about his lineage and he wondered if it had anything to do with his mother. The boy closed his eyes, which had reverted back to much of their original color. It seemed to make sense, although the idea of every mythological being having children with humans was as farfetched as Jan shitting out rainbows. He looked at the slip of paper that he had been given.
Glancing at Yayauhqui’s paper he learned that they were in at least one of the same classes: Animal Shapeshifting. He faintly remembered turning into something much smaller than his current frame of 5’11 and 169 pounds. Jan couldn’t place the animal and the more he thought about it the more he was sure that it had been an animal that his body somehow turned into. There was an irritating fog that clouded most of his memories from what seemed like only twenty minutes ago, give or take a few minutes.
The girl beside him was quiet as she read her paper, “So…it’s just the Greek and Roman Gods? It’s every God from every civilization that has ever graced the earth?” She asked, her amber eyes moving from the paper and to the headmaster. One of her hands, the one that wasn’t holding the slip of paper, travelled to her gold ear spools. To her talking about the gods of religions of the past was fairly normal but just like the others she was wondering if this was some sort of joke. Her finger tips traced the small golden figures on the ear spools as she thought. Her teeth worked nervously on her bottom lip as she studied the paper once more before glancing at Jan’s.
“We could all have siblings here, right?” she finally asked, “People just like us…who have experienced the same strange happenings?”
Jan grew curious about the talk of siblings before he remembered his sisters and brothers, a frown grew on his face as the thought about his family. “Vhat about our families, Do zhey know vhere ve are…vhat ve are?”
He spoke the one question that Yayauhqui had wanted to ask; had she killed her step-father? What of her mother and brother? She glancedat Dahlia and Raven, the seemed to be confused and in disbelief. Surely this wasn’t some grand joke that their families, or lack of, had planned together because well…Jan was from Germany and her mom never went to Germany nor did she know anyone from Germany. If this was some weird dream that all of them were sharing then what the hell did they all get drugged with?
Glancing at Yayauhqui’s paper he learned that they were in at least one of the same classes: Animal Shapeshifting. He faintly remembered turning into something much smaller than his current frame of 5’11 and 169 pounds. Jan couldn’t place the animal and the more he thought about it the more he was sure that it had been an animal that his body somehow turned into. There was an irritating fog that clouded most of his memories from what seemed like only twenty minutes ago, give or take a few minutes.
The girl beside him was quiet as she read her paper, “So…it’s just the Greek and Roman Gods? It’s every God from every civilization that has ever graced the earth?” She asked, her amber eyes moving from the paper and to the headmaster. One of her hands, the one that wasn’t holding the slip of paper, travelled to her gold ear spools. To her talking about the gods of religions of the past was fairly normal but just like the others she was wondering if this was some sort of joke. Her finger tips traced the small golden figures on the ear spools as she thought. Her teeth worked nervously on her bottom lip as she studied the paper once more before glancing at Jan’s.
“We could all have siblings here, right?” she finally asked, “People just like us…who have experienced the same strange happenings?”
Jan grew curious about the talk of siblings before he remembered his sisters and brothers, a frown grew on his face as the thought about his family. “Vhat about our families, Do zhey know vhere ve are…vhat ve are?”
He spoke the one question that Yayauhqui had wanted to ask; had she killed her step-father? What of her mother and brother? She glancedat Dahlia and Raven, the seemed to be confused and in disbelief. Surely this wasn’t some grand joke that their families, or lack of, had planned together because well…Jan was from Germany and her mom never went to Germany nor did she know anyone from Germany. If this was some weird dream that all of them were sharing then what the hell did they all get drugged with?
Smoothing out the plain black skirt that mad up part of the female uniform, Yayauhqui sighed as she picked her way through the crowd of students; some waved and smiled at her. Those that waved shared the same dark hair and ear spools, although theirs had been decorated differently than hers. Everyone else seemed to be curious about her but she brushed them off. She was used to getting strange looks anyways. Not everyone back home had elaborate ear spools decorated on every surface with intricate lines.
The students wore a plain black uniform with a white dress shirt and black tie, all genders wore fastened vests. On their sleeves were small colored bands that tied around their biceps. Each had a different symbol, showing which dorm they would belong to. To even further show who, to be more specific, they belonged to on the bands was also another symbol. On the armbands of the new students there were no dormitory symbols nor was there much of an indication of anything, as their bands would be black. Their colored bands would be given to them once their heritage was discovered. Yayauhqui touched the black sash around her sleeve as she walked.
Halfway to the Headmaster’s office she bumped into someone.
“Hey…”
Looking up she seen it was a boy. He looked just as normal as she did save for the color of his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green with large flakes of gold in them. “Sorry about bumping into you,” his voice held a slight German accent. “I’m Jan by zhe vay. And you are?”
“Yayauhqui,” she said with a smirk. Not many pronounced her name correctly on the first go. After several failed and butchered attempts at her name the girl giggled and gave a nickname, “Just call my Yaya, my mom is really into the Nauhatl language, which is indigenous to Mexico.” She explained as they walked. Jan smiled and listened to her. Jan’s small armband was the same, undecorated black armbands as hers.
“Are you new here too?” he asked.
Yaya nodded, “Yeah…it’s weird here but I like it,” she said to him as they entered the clock tower building, as Jan had called it. The secretary greeted both of them and directed them to the Headmaster’s office.
Jan and Yaya were surprised to see two students there already; a girl and a boy who were just as confused as they were.
“Welcome Jan,” the Headmaster greeted Jan first who sat closest to the girl, “And Yaya…huqui…”He pronounced her name slowly but got it right. She smiled and bowed her head slightly, she muttered a soft thank you before taking the last seat.
“So why are we here?” Yaya asked, Jan nodded as he looked at the Headmaster.
The students wore a plain black uniform with a white dress shirt and black tie, all genders wore fastened vests. On their sleeves were small colored bands that tied around their biceps. Each had a different symbol, showing which dorm they would belong to. To even further show who, to be more specific, they belonged to on the bands was also another symbol. On the armbands of the new students there were no dormitory symbols nor was there much of an indication of anything, as their bands would be black. Their colored bands would be given to them once their heritage was discovered. Yayauhqui touched the black sash around her sleeve as she walked.
Halfway to the Headmaster’s office she bumped into someone.
“Hey…”
Looking up she seen it was a boy. He looked just as normal as she did save for the color of his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green with large flakes of gold in them. “Sorry about bumping into you,” his voice held a slight German accent. “I’m Jan by zhe vay. And you are?”
“Yayauhqui,” she said with a smirk. Not many pronounced her name correctly on the first go. After several failed and butchered attempts at her name the girl giggled and gave a nickname, “Just call my Yaya, my mom is really into the Nauhatl language, which is indigenous to Mexico.” She explained as they walked. Jan smiled and listened to her. Jan’s small armband was the same, undecorated black armbands as hers.
“Are you new here too?” he asked.
Yaya nodded, “Yeah…it’s weird here but I like it,” she said to him as they entered the clock tower building, as Jan had called it. The secretary greeted both of them and directed them to the Headmaster’s office.
Jan and Yaya were surprised to see two students there already; a girl and a boy who were just as confused as they were.
“Welcome Jan,” the Headmaster greeted Jan first who sat closest to the girl, “And Yaya…huqui…”He pronounced her name slowly but got it right. She smiled and bowed her head slightly, she muttered a soft thank you before taking the last seat.
“So why are we here?” Yaya asked, Jan nodded as he looked at the Headmaster.
Grace drew doodles as well, to document the girl’s behavior. Quickly drawing the girl huddling into her oversized sweater Grace smiled and asked another question. “How do you like it here?” she asked, not knowing if any patients were allowed outside. This place seemed to be rather old fashioned and boring in her opinion.
The black haired woman squirmed in her seat before falling into a comfortable position and smiling again. “Please tell me that the food isn’t cardboard here,” she whined. Despite her petite size Grace could eat. If the food was indeed cardboard or otherwise inedible she’d have to bring food for herself, as well as Emma. The girl seemed sweet and she reminded Grace of a small puppy; playful and as sweet as a gumdrop.
The only problem was this damned facility.
It didn’t seem to do much to improve the morale of its patients, she had seen several and they didn’t seem to be happy but who would be happy here, in their shoes? They needed help but they didn’t need to be slowly killed with boredom.
It saddened the woman to think that Emma was in such a situation when a girl her age should be making friends and having fun, not wasting her live away in a place with too few nurses and grouchy patients. Grace set her things aside as she got up and went to the small stash of her supplies, pulling out a small pocket sketchbook and a pack of new colored pencils and a few drawing pencils, Grace presented them to Emma.
“Since Dr. Dick was being a dick and tried to take away a very valuable healing tool, I’ll give you these. I can always get more supplies and eventually I’d like for everyone to get into art.” Grace said to the girl with a slight longing look at the black bound sketchbook. Art helped so much more than people realized and it would be nice to liven this place up with drawings and paintings from the patients. “Since it’s lunchtime lets go get something to eat—If it’s bad enough I’ll sneak us in some food.” Grace giggled.
So far Emma was her priority since there were a few other doctors to help with the older patients. They had assigned Emma to her specifically because Grace was the closest in age to the girl, as the other doctors were all older. She had a total of six patients; she had seen a few already but they refused to answer her questions beyond the simple ones.
Abigail nodded, “Grace always has to redo someone’s work. You know how she is with things being boring or left out.” The girl sighed.
The black haired woman squirmed in her seat before falling into a comfortable position and smiling again. “Please tell me that the food isn’t cardboard here,” she whined. Despite her petite size Grace could eat. If the food was indeed cardboard or otherwise inedible she’d have to bring food for herself, as well as Emma. The girl seemed sweet and she reminded Grace of a small puppy; playful and as sweet as a gumdrop.
The only problem was this damned facility.
It didn’t seem to do much to improve the morale of its patients, she had seen several and they didn’t seem to be happy but who would be happy here, in their shoes? They needed help but they didn’t need to be slowly killed with boredom.
It saddened the woman to think that Emma was in such a situation when a girl her age should be making friends and having fun, not wasting her live away in a place with too few nurses and grouchy patients. Grace set her things aside as she got up and went to the small stash of her supplies, pulling out a small pocket sketchbook and a pack of new colored pencils and a few drawing pencils, Grace presented them to Emma.
“Since Dr. Dick was being a dick and tried to take away a very valuable healing tool, I’ll give you these. I can always get more supplies and eventually I’d like for everyone to get into art.” Grace said to the girl with a slight longing look at the black bound sketchbook. Art helped so much more than people realized and it would be nice to liven this place up with drawings and paintings from the patients. “Since it’s lunchtime lets go get something to eat—If it’s bad enough I’ll sneak us in some food.” Grace giggled.
So far Emma was her priority since there were a few other doctors to help with the older patients. They had assigned Emma to her specifically because Grace was the closest in age to the girl, as the other doctors were all older. She had a total of six patients; she had seen a few already but they refused to answer her questions beyond the simple ones.
Abigail nodded, “Grace always has to redo someone’s work. You know how she is with things being boring or left out.” The girl sighed.
Looking around Yayauhqui’s eyes landed on a familiar figure. A tall man with one skeletal leg and a painted face approached her. As always his greetings were cold and shallow but there was a look of joy that danced in his eyes. “Yayauhqui…you look more and more like her each day”…he said, “I see she allowed you to wear your spools.” He gestured to the golden spools in her ears. They were decorated with a small scene of a festival or something similar. She never questioned how the man knew her or why she was in a world that she knew no longer existed. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, “There was a letter…” he said quietly, “but it is best that you know in time.” He gave a ghost of a smile before bringing her into a quick and sudden hug and then leaving.
The same dream again, Yayauhqui groaned. It never changed, although their conversations varied greatly but many were about her growing up. She would ask questions that the man would dance around. She knew his name to be Tezcatlipoca but she chalked everything up to her mother’s line of work. Rubbing the sleep from her amber colored eyes the girl headed into the bathroom that joined onto her room and showered before changing into her school clothes and quietly made her way downstairs where her little brother John was already eating breakfast. “Mornin’ Yaya!” He chirped. The boy was her half-brother and unlike her, his entire life had been spent in the United States. He never ventured to Mexico like she had. No, his father was too “American” to allow his son to do that despite his wife being Mexican-American and having several blood ties to Mexico.
Their mother shot her son a look, “I mean Yayauhqui.” The boy still struggled to say his sister’s name, which was Nahautl for “black smoking mirror”. Her step-father absolutely refused to call her by her first name or even her nickname so he stuck to her middle name, which was Rosa, or her last name.
They did not have a very good relationship. It wasn’t physically abusive nor was it full of borderline sexual tension. They simply did not see eye to eye on many things. Yaya’s nationality being one of them. Richard loved her mother and her mother loved Richard. He could tolerate his wife’s occupation which frequently took her out of the country but he could not tolerate the fact that his step-daughter, by all technicalities, was an immigrant. She was a U.S citizen now but his mind was too clouded his by prejudice. To make this tension worse, her mother did not tell him about Yaya’s father. Richard had assumed that Grace had been left by a deadbeat Mexican who’d rather spend money on getting drunk and a donkey than Grace.
Yaya quickly brushed her hair into a bun before sitting at the table to eat breakfast with her brother. The large ear spools that had been a present on her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago caught the attention of her brother. As she explained how in the Aztec world, jewelry was very normal and in high demand. Their mother was smiling as she listened to her daughter. “Okay you two, it’s time for school.” Richard said as he walked into the kitchen. There were times when he wasn’t a total ass to Yaya, the mornings before school were usually those times.
John groaned as he went to get his backpack at a sluggish pace while his sister cleaned off the table and gave their mom a hug goodbye.
To Grace’s surprise her daughter was beginning to resemble her father. It was terrifying to say the least. The ear spools, her straight dark hair, and the shape and color of her eyes belonged to her father. “Have fun at school!” she called behind the three as they walked down the drive way. John was the first to get dropped off, leaving Yayauhqui and Richard alone for a half an hour drive. Grace wanted her children to go to good schools; it cost a bit extra and it was a longer drive but her kids were getting a good education. “So…Garcia.” He said, glancing at the girl briefly before putting his attention on the road. “What’s the deal with those earrings? Are they some sort of sp*c—“ That was the first time that he had ever called her that. It hurt deeply that in his eyes she would never amount to anything. She was his step-daughter! She called his parents grandma and grandpa, she went to school and got good grades. She didn’t end up pregnant like he thought she was going to.
Yayauhqui sat in silence as the man continued on, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she listened to him. Richard wasn’t bad…just a dick. He made sure she got food and a home but that couldn’t make up for everything. The girl snapped as he tossed out the racial slur like it was nothing. He had pulled over to let her out a block from the school since it usually was packed with parents dropping off their kids and she really didn’t want to be seen by him. Her body acted on its own accord. Her nails lengthened and her hands began to turn into paws then the rest of her body followed the transformation; her tanned skin was replaced by spotted fur, her bones shifted to those of a large cat and she even grew a tail. Richard tried to jump from the car but his seatbelt kept him anchored to the seat. He screamed when her paws were raked down his arm, fumbling with the buckle, Richard finally freed himself and was able to leave the car to seek help. His wife was notified quickly.
Yayauhqui tried to leap from the car but she was stunned by a brilliant white light and soon fell into darkness.
Practically shooting up from the bed the girl was frightened. Where was she?! This wasn’t her house. Did she die? Wait was it all a dream and she had fallen asleep at school again? The curtains were pulled back to reveal a man wearing a set of purple scrubs. He looked similar to Yayauhqi; he had long dark hair that was tied into a topknot and he had tanned skin. The man’s face was streaked with paint much like the man from her dreams. “You’re awake,” he smiled before dropping the curtain to talk to her for a little while. “Welcome to Heavenly Academy. Is there anything that you remember before this?”
She nodded, “Yeah my step-dad was being a prick again and…I had paws…What the fuck am I on?!”
The man laughed before patting her shoulder, “Don’t try to think too hard. There’s a uniform for you to change into so you can go meet Headmaster Ichabod. Nice spools by the way,” he said before showing off his own. They were small blue disks with little shards of obsidian and other stones pressed to the surface to make an intricate pattern. Yayauhqui wanted that obsidian! The man smiled again before leaving the girl to change into her uniform before heading out to find her way around.
Jan sighed as his three ‘brothers’ as they called themselves rushed into the bathroom to fight over the mirror. Together there were a grand total of four boys and two girls in the house. Their sisters were only two years old. Jan was the oldest by a six month difference with Johann, and then came Hans who was fifteen and then finally Frederic who was fourteen. Jan wormed his way into the mass of boys in the bathroom as they all brushed their teeth. They were quite close, calling each other bruder. Johann, Hans and Frederic even called Jan’s father their dad even though their mom hadn’t married Jan’s dad. Jan was feeling sick to his stomach again. The reflection that stated back at him was different than the face that he grew up knowing.
His straw blond hair was white and the same length as his wavy hair if it were to be straightened. His green eyes were gold, but that transformation had been going on for a while. It had started out slowly with small gold flakes appearing in his eyes and gradually growing larger and larger. Jan’s skin was a few shades paler and there were vibrant crimson stripes on his cheeks and forehead.
However, despite all of these radical transformations he was still the only one who could see them. Fisting a handful of his straw colored locks, Jan began to hyper ventilate. T-that was not him staring back in the mirror! It couldn’t be…Jan didn’t look like that!
His brothers yelled for their dad and mom.
The thundering boom of his father’s heavy footsteps alerted Jan to the fact that his father was running up the stairs. Lighter steps behind the heavier ones let him know that Amber, his dad’s girlfriend, was right behind him. Surely his sisters would have been left with his brothers downstairs. “Jan?!” His dad grabbed him by the shoulders. Jan was helped to his feet but the face still staring back was not his own—even if they shared the same facial expression. “Jan!” Amber’s voice echoed around the room as she grabbed him from his father and brought him into a hug.
They had an odd relationship. She was the mother that he always wanted but he couldn’t help but feel as if he was betraying his birthmother. He never called Amber “mom” or anything similar to the title but she was content with it. It was known that Jan had a panic disorder so they thought it was another panic attack. Jan calmed down after a while but he was still scared.
“Boys get ready,” Amber barked to her sons, Jan was going to stay home today to help care for his sisters.
Anna was the oldest by five minutes but Ada was the most adventurous. Jan helped Amber feed the twins as his dad went to work and his brothers went to school. His dad and Amber had been together for five years already and Jan hoped that they’d be together for a long time. He lacked a stable mother figure in his life. It seemed like once a mother figure came in they quickly left. They were quiet save for the babbling of the twins. Both girls had been born prematurely causing them to learn and hit milestones a little bit later than other two year olds but they were precious gifts to the blended family. Jan stopped when he smelled the familiar strong smell of floral perfume. He usually smelled it at night and in the mornings so to smell it now was odd. Amber didn’t wear perfume nor did anyone else.
He doubted his dad or brothers would have worn floral perfume.
“Jan will you go get their bath ready?” Amber asked as she began to clean the kitchen once the twins were fed.
He nodded and walked slowly upstairs, fearing the reflection in the mirror.
Jan peaked his head in and seen his usual reflection, the face he’d come to know just with gold colored eyes. As he started the tub and adjusted the water to the desired temperature he glanced once more into the mirror out of curiosity. Perhaps his stress had finally gotten to him.
To his horror there was another figure behind his reflection.
It was a female figure with long flowing white hair and gold eyes framed by thick white lashes. She had similar facial markings that his reflection did. The woman was smaller in size than Jan; she maybe came up to his nose. They had many similarities; their noses, chin and the shape of their eyes. Suddenly there was an overwhelming aroma of sweet smelling flowers that blocked his senses, making Jan think it was another panic attack.
Downstairs Amber wondered what was taking Jan so long. The bath didn’t take long to get ready and they didn’t need much water since the twins were toddlers. “Jan?” Amber put the twins in their playpen before heading upstairs to check on the teen. Water had seeped into the carpet halfway down the hall and she could hear the water still running. One of her worst fears was that Jan was dead. Ivan had confided in her that only a few years ago he had found a suicide note from Jan. The teen reassured his father that it was just to vent his emotions and nothing more.
But Amber was still worried.
Jan was her son; well at least she’d like to think of him as her son. She cared for the boy greatly as if he were her own.
Amber found the bathroom to be empty save for the half inch of water that moved away from the full bathtub. Quickly turning off the water to go find Jan the woman searched every room, calling his name. Already in tears she called Ivan who was a forty minute drive away. Stumbling over her words Amber kept searching before sinking against the wall. A tiny while startled the woman who dropped the phone and scrambled into the corner as she caught sight of something white poking out from under Jan’s bed. Whatever it was the thing was alive because it had moved.
“J-jan?” Amber called again, this time the little ball of white moved around under the bed to reveal a tiny fox face. Amber screamed loudly and threw a discarded pair of underwear at the poor fox. The small, frightened animal scooted closer to the headboard in fear. Amber slammed the bedroom door behind her and she ran down the stairs to get to her daughters. They were happily playing with each other, unaware of the fox in the house and that Jan was missing.
Forty minutes later Ivan arrived home.
Amber told him about the fox in Jan’s room and how Jan went missing. Ivan carefully made his way up to Jan’s room at the end of the hallway. He held a tennis racket in his hand as protection as he opened up the door and found the frightened fox cowering in the corner. The fox’s fur was as white as pure virgin snow but there was a large red mark on its forehead much like the small tattoo that his first wife Rin had on her shoulder.
“Jan?” He called; the tiny fox perked it ears up and looked at the man.
Ivan moved closer to the tiny fox as it began to make a noise to try to scare him away. “Jan? It’s me.” He said, gently reaching out his hand to the fox before getting his fingers swiped at. Rin had many books about foxes, some were still in the house as a matter of fact but there had been one that Ivan had found on Kitsunes. It had all sorts of notes written in red ink along the margins and free spaces. They were notes that pointed to a greater knowledge of Kitsunes than the author probably knew or had gotten wrong. As he coaxed the fox from the corner, Ivan knew without a doubt it was his son.
There was a bright light that hurt Ivan’s eyes as well as Jan’s. Luckily Jan was small enough to bury his head in his father’s arms.
Jan woke up what seemed like hours later. He was in a strange room that didn’t look like his home in Berlin. The boy pat his body to make sure he was still alive. Seeing his hands sent the boy screaming. The markings that were on his hands mirrored the ones he had seen earlier before his world suddenly got a lot smaller. His nails were long and thick like claws. “I see you’re up.”
The nurse was a cheerful woman with light blonde hair and gray eyes that slanted upwards. She had fox ears and a tail which really confused Jan. “Don’t worry. You’ll get filled in once you see Headmaster Ichabod.” She told him with a cheerful chirp as she handed him a set of clothes that he recognized as a uniform. On top of the uniform was a necklace that held a small clear crystal in the shape of a ball that was being held to the black string by a silver claw. “Quickly change into these and head north.” The woman left to allow Jan some time to change.
There was a small mirror next to his bed on the wall and once again the strange face stared back at him but this time it felt familiar as if he was used to that face staring back at him.
The same dream again, Yayauhqui groaned. It never changed, although their conversations varied greatly but many were about her growing up. She would ask questions that the man would dance around. She knew his name to be Tezcatlipoca but she chalked everything up to her mother’s line of work. Rubbing the sleep from her amber colored eyes the girl headed into the bathroom that joined onto her room and showered before changing into her school clothes and quietly made her way downstairs where her little brother John was already eating breakfast. “Mornin’ Yaya!” He chirped. The boy was her half-brother and unlike her, his entire life had been spent in the United States. He never ventured to Mexico like she had. No, his father was too “American” to allow his son to do that despite his wife being Mexican-American and having several blood ties to Mexico.
Their mother shot her son a look, “I mean Yayauhqui.” The boy still struggled to say his sister’s name, which was Nahautl for “black smoking mirror”. Her step-father absolutely refused to call her by her first name or even her nickname so he stuck to her middle name, which was Rosa, or her last name.
They did not have a very good relationship. It wasn’t physically abusive nor was it full of borderline sexual tension. They simply did not see eye to eye on many things. Yaya’s nationality being one of them. Richard loved her mother and her mother loved Richard. He could tolerate his wife’s occupation which frequently took her out of the country but he could not tolerate the fact that his step-daughter, by all technicalities, was an immigrant. She was a U.S citizen now but his mind was too clouded his by prejudice. To make this tension worse, her mother did not tell him about Yaya’s father. Richard had assumed that Grace had been left by a deadbeat Mexican who’d rather spend money on getting drunk and a donkey than Grace.
Yaya quickly brushed her hair into a bun before sitting at the table to eat breakfast with her brother. The large ear spools that had been a present on her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago caught the attention of her brother. As she explained how in the Aztec world, jewelry was very normal and in high demand. Their mother was smiling as she listened to her daughter. “Okay you two, it’s time for school.” Richard said as he walked into the kitchen. There were times when he wasn’t a total ass to Yaya, the mornings before school were usually those times.
John groaned as he went to get his backpack at a sluggish pace while his sister cleaned off the table and gave their mom a hug goodbye.
To Grace’s surprise her daughter was beginning to resemble her father. It was terrifying to say the least. The ear spools, her straight dark hair, and the shape and color of her eyes belonged to her father. “Have fun at school!” she called behind the three as they walked down the drive way. John was the first to get dropped off, leaving Yayauhqui and Richard alone for a half an hour drive. Grace wanted her children to go to good schools; it cost a bit extra and it was a longer drive but her kids were getting a good education. “So…Garcia.” He said, glancing at the girl briefly before putting his attention on the road. “What’s the deal with those earrings? Are they some sort of sp*c—“ That was the first time that he had ever called her that. It hurt deeply that in his eyes she would never amount to anything. She was his step-daughter! She called his parents grandma and grandpa, she went to school and got good grades. She didn’t end up pregnant like he thought she was going to.
Yayauhqui sat in silence as the man continued on, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she listened to him. Richard wasn’t bad…just a dick. He made sure she got food and a home but that couldn’t make up for everything. The girl snapped as he tossed out the racial slur like it was nothing. He had pulled over to let her out a block from the school since it usually was packed with parents dropping off their kids and she really didn’t want to be seen by him. Her body acted on its own accord. Her nails lengthened and her hands began to turn into paws then the rest of her body followed the transformation; her tanned skin was replaced by spotted fur, her bones shifted to those of a large cat and she even grew a tail. Richard tried to jump from the car but his seatbelt kept him anchored to the seat. He screamed when her paws were raked down his arm, fumbling with the buckle, Richard finally freed himself and was able to leave the car to seek help. His wife was notified quickly.
Yayauhqui tried to leap from the car but she was stunned by a brilliant white light and soon fell into darkness.
Practically shooting up from the bed the girl was frightened. Where was she?! This wasn’t her house. Did she die? Wait was it all a dream and she had fallen asleep at school again? The curtains were pulled back to reveal a man wearing a set of purple scrubs. He looked similar to Yayauhqi; he had long dark hair that was tied into a topknot and he had tanned skin. The man’s face was streaked with paint much like the man from her dreams. “You’re awake,” he smiled before dropping the curtain to talk to her for a little while. “Welcome to Heavenly Academy. Is there anything that you remember before this?”
She nodded, “Yeah my step-dad was being a prick again and…I had paws…What the fuck am I on?!”
The man laughed before patting her shoulder, “Don’t try to think too hard. There’s a uniform for you to change into so you can go meet Headmaster Ichabod. Nice spools by the way,” he said before showing off his own. They were small blue disks with little shards of obsidian and other stones pressed to the surface to make an intricate pattern. Yayauhqui wanted that obsidian! The man smiled again before leaving the girl to change into her uniform before heading out to find her way around.
Jan sighed as his three ‘brothers’ as they called themselves rushed into the bathroom to fight over the mirror. Together there were a grand total of four boys and two girls in the house. Their sisters were only two years old. Jan was the oldest by a six month difference with Johann, and then came Hans who was fifteen and then finally Frederic who was fourteen. Jan wormed his way into the mass of boys in the bathroom as they all brushed their teeth. They were quite close, calling each other bruder. Johann, Hans and Frederic even called Jan’s father their dad even though their mom hadn’t married Jan’s dad. Jan was feeling sick to his stomach again. The reflection that stated back at him was different than the face that he grew up knowing.
His straw blond hair was white and the same length as his wavy hair if it were to be straightened. His green eyes were gold, but that transformation had been going on for a while. It had started out slowly with small gold flakes appearing in his eyes and gradually growing larger and larger. Jan’s skin was a few shades paler and there were vibrant crimson stripes on his cheeks and forehead.
However, despite all of these radical transformations he was still the only one who could see them. Fisting a handful of his straw colored locks, Jan began to hyper ventilate. T-that was not him staring back in the mirror! It couldn’t be…Jan didn’t look like that!
His brothers yelled for their dad and mom.
The thundering boom of his father’s heavy footsteps alerted Jan to the fact that his father was running up the stairs. Lighter steps behind the heavier ones let him know that Amber, his dad’s girlfriend, was right behind him. Surely his sisters would have been left with his brothers downstairs. “Jan?!” His dad grabbed him by the shoulders. Jan was helped to his feet but the face still staring back was not his own—even if they shared the same facial expression. “Jan!” Amber’s voice echoed around the room as she grabbed him from his father and brought him into a hug.
They had an odd relationship. She was the mother that he always wanted but he couldn’t help but feel as if he was betraying his birthmother. He never called Amber “mom” or anything similar to the title but she was content with it. It was known that Jan had a panic disorder so they thought it was another panic attack. Jan calmed down after a while but he was still scared.
“Boys get ready,” Amber barked to her sons, Jan was going to stay home today to help care for his sisters.
Anna was the oldest by five minutes but Ada was the most adventurous. Jan helped Amber feed the twins as his dad went to work and his brothers went to school. His dad and Amber had been together for five years already and Jan hoped that they’d be together for a long time. He lacked a stable mother figure in his life. It seemed like once a mother figure came in they quickly left. They were quiet save for the babbling of the twins. Both girls had been born prematurely causing them to learn and hit milestones a little bit later than other two year olds but they were precious gifts to the blended family. Jan stopped when he smelled the familiar strong smell of floral perfume. He usually smelled it at night and in the mornings so to smell it now was odd. Amber didn’t wear perfume nor did anyone else.
He doubted his dad or brothers would have worn floral perfume.
“Jan will you go get their bath ready?” Amber asked as she began to clean the kitchen once the twins were fed.
He nodded and walked slowly upstairs, fearing the reflection in the mirror.
Jan peaked his head in and seen his usual reflection, the face he’d come to know just with gold colored eyes. As he started the tub and adjusted the water to the desired temperature he glanced once more into the mirror out of curiosity. Perhaps his stress had finally gotten to him.
To his horror there was another figure behind his reflection.
It was a female figure with long flowing white hair and gold eyes framed by thick white lashes. She had similar facial markings that his reflection did. The woman was smaller in size than Jan; she maybe came up to his nose. They had many similarities; their noses, chin and the shape of their eyes. Suddenly there was an overwhelming aroma of sweet smelling flowers that blocked his senses, making Jan think it was another panic attack.
Downstairs Amber wondered what was taking Jan so long. The bath didn’t take long to get ready and they didn’t need much water since the twins were toddlers. “Jan?” Amber put the twins in their playpen before heading upstairs to check on the teen. Water had seeped into the carpet halfway down the hall and she could hear the water still running. One of her worst fears was that Jan was dead. Ivan had confided in her that only a few years ago he had found a suicide note from Jan. The teen reassured his father that it was just to vent his emotions and nothing more.
But Amber was still worried.
Jan was her son; well at least she’d like to think of him as her son. She cared for the boy greatly as if he were her own.
Amber found the bathroom to be empty save for the half inch of water that moved away from the full bathtub. Quickly turning off the water to go find Jan the woman searched every room, calling his name. Already in tears she called Ivan who was a forty minute drive away. Stumbling over her words Amber kept searching before sinking against the wall. A tiny while startled the woman who dropped the phone and scrambled into the corner as she caught sight of something white poking out from under Jan’s bed. Whatever it was the thing was alive because it had moved.
“J-jan?” Amber called again, this time the little ball of white moved around under the bed to reveal a tiny fox face. Amber screamed loudly and threw a discarded pair of underwear at the poor fox. The small, frightened animal scooted closer to the headboard in fear. Amber slammed the bedroom door behind her and she ran down the stairs to get to her daughters. They were happily playing with each other, unaware of the fox in the house and that Jan was missing.
Forty minutes later Ivan arrived home.
Amber told him about the fox in Jan’s room and how Jan went missing. Ivan carefully made his way up to Jan’s room at the end of the hallway. He held a tennis racket in his hand as protection as he opened up the door and found the frightened fox cowering in the corner. The fox’s fur was as white as pure virgin snow but there was a large red mark on its forehead much like the small tattoo that his first wife Rin had on her shoulder.
“Jan?” He called; the tiny fox perked it ears up and looked at the man.
Ivan moved closer to the tiny fox as it began to make a noise to try to scare him away. “Jan? It’s me.” He said, gently reaching out his hand to the fox before getting his fingers swiped at. Rin had many books about foxes, some were still in the house as a matter of fact but there had been one that Ivan had found on Kitsunes. It had all sorts of notes written in red ink along the margins and free spaces. They were notes that pointed to a greater knowledge of Kitsunes than the author probably knew or had gotten wrong. As he coaxed the fox from the corner, Ivan knew without a doubt it was his son.
There was a bright light that hurt Ivan’s eyes as well as Jan’s. Luckily Jan was small enough to bury his head in his father’s arms.
Jan woke up what seemed like hours later. He was in a strange room that didn’t look like his home in Berlin. The boy pat his body to make sure he was still alive. Seeing his hands sent the boy screaming. The markings that were on his hands mirrored the ones he had seen earlier before his world suddenly got a lot smaller. His nails were long and thick like claws. “I see you’re up.”
The nurse was a cheerful woman with light blonde hair and gray eyes that slanted upwards. She had fox ears and a tail which really confused Jan. “Don’t worry. You’ll get filled in once you see Headmaster Ichabod.” She told him with a cheerful chirp as she handed him a set of clothes that he recognized as a uniform. On top of the uniform was a necklace that held a small clear crystal in the shape of a ball that was being held to the black string by a silver claw. “Quickly change into these and head north.” The woman left to allow Jan some time to change.
There was a small mirror next to his bed on the wall and once again the strange face stared back at him but this time it felt familiar as if he was used to that face staring back at him.
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I probably won't be on tomorrow night, Thursday and Friday I won't be on for sure since I am having a wisdom tooth removed :/ If I don't get a reply up tonight expect one by Monday next week.
I probably won't be on tomorrow night, Thursday and Friday I won't be on for sure since I am having a wisdom tooth removed :/ If I don't get a reply up tonight expect one by Monday next week.
Name: Yayauhqui Garcia
Age: 18
Lineage: Mesoamerican deities
Weapon of choice: Macuahuitl; it is said to represent her father. As obsidian is often linked with her father it is fitting that her weapon has it as well; although she frequently must repair or replace the blades.
Abilities:
-Smoke creation; Often called Smoking Mirror, it is fitting that Tezcatlipoca’s children are able to create smoke as well.
-Nagual; In the Aztec culture a nagual was someone who was able to transform into an animal. As a child of Tezcatlipoca she can transform into a jaguar
-Shadow manipulation; As a child of a god of the night figure, the shadows act as a form of protection. Able to blend into the shadows perfectly, manipulating them like a cocoon, this technique works the best at night.
Bio: Yayauhqui, often called Yaya by her mother and friends was born in Mexico while her mother Grace Matthews (nee Garcia) was working on a dig site that brought few artifacts such as pots and beads from what was to be a farmer’s field. Her mother Grace was a Mexican-American archaeologist who loved the Aztec culture. While on her assignment Grace met a strange man who came from the middle of nowhere, the only places around was a small village five miles north but Grace had lived there for a few years before and she knew everyone. Over time Grace and the strange man one legged, who called himself by the Nahautl name “Yaotl”, began a small relationship that resulted in the pregnancy of Grace’s first child. Yaotl began to act strangely as Grace was sent on another assignment a day’s drive from the farmer’s field where offerings to the god Tezcatlipoca had been unearthed. Shortly after the find Yaotl told Grace a startling truth: he was Tezcatlipoca. Of course immediately after that Grace called him insane and told him to never see her or their child. Grace stayed in Mexico City, working alongside a small scale museum to clean artifacts since being in the field was getting too hazardous and not to mention hard on a pregnant woman. Months later she received a small package with a letter attached from “Yaotl”, a present and letter for his unborn child; earrings. It was in Mexico City where her daughter was born. Grace had fallen in love with the Nahautl (now-watt) language spoken by the Aztecs and had chosen a name from the language, Yayauhqui which meant “Black Smoking Mirror”—fitting for a supposed child of Tezcatlipoca.
They moved to the United States when Yaya was almost eight years old. By the time Yaya was ten her mother was married and she had a new little brother named John. Yaya frequently complained to her mother about a recurring dream in which a man with one skeletal leg, black and yellow face paint and a large smoking orb of obsidian sitting on his head, would visit her and speak a language that sounded familiar to her.
Appearance:
*She wears the earrings given to her by her father, although her mother simple gave them as a birthday gift
Name: Jan David
Age: 18
Lineage: Descendant of Youkai
Weapon of choice: Katana, later he will learn magic and as of right now his magic is very limited
Abilities:
-Shapeshifting: Jan is able to change his appearance to that of a fox and to a more human-friendly form although it greatly exhausts him to do so.
-Kitsunetsuki: The art of possession, he needs to be in contact with the person he wishes to possess. It takes effort to push him out of one’s mind.
-Hoshi no tama: An onion shaped ball that is often associated with Kitsune and the possessed, it houses some of his natural, yet weak magic, as well as a small portion of his soul.
Bio: Born in Berlin to a simple office worker and his wife, Jan’s mother was around up until he was a year old then she left suddenly. Jan has very few memories of her aside from the floral perfume she often wore. His father cared for him greatly after the sudden departure of his wife. Often Jan would ask about how his parents had met and countless times his father told him the story. They met a little after midnight when his father was on his way from working so late. His mother, Rin, had been stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire and no gas. His father, Ivan, had pulled over to help her. Finding out that they had a lot in common, the two started off slowly as their relationship bloomed and Ivan asked for her hand in marriage. There had been no fancy wedding, as Rin never wanted the fuss. Shortly after their marriage she had become pregnant. Ivan worked longer hours to make more money to support themselves and their child.
There are very few pictures of his camera shy mother; he values those few above the rest.
Jan’s father never remarried, since there had been an investigation on the disappearance of his wife to rule out foul play not many women wanted to marry the man. However his father did date frequently and after time he stayed with one woman named Amber. She was from the United States but had been living between Germany and England, going back and forth every six months. Amber had three kids of her own from a previous marriage who were around Jan’s age. Only a few years ago Amber had a set of twin girls, giving Jan and her three sons, sisters.
Jan would frequently have vivid dreams of a floating onion shaped ball and the smell of floral perfume would linger in his room hours after waking up. To his amazement one day his eye color began to change to gold although only Jan could see the difference.
Appearance:
After:
*He has only one tail. One day Jan woke up with a very different appearance but he seemed normal to everyone else.
Age: 18
Lineage: Mesoamerican deities
Weapon of choice: Macuahuitl; it is said to represent her father. As obsidian is often linked with her father it is fitting that her weapon has it as well; although she frequently must repair or replace the blades.
Abilities:
-Smoke creation; Often called Smoking Mirror, it is fitting that Tezcatlipoca’s children are able to create smoke as well.
-Nagual; In the Aztec culture a nagual was someone who was able to transform into an animal. As a child of Tezcatlipoca she can transform into a jaguar
-Shadow manipulation; As a child of a god of the night figure, the shadows act as a form of protection. Able to blend into the shadows perfectly, manipulating them like a cocoon, this technique works the best at night.
Bio: Yayauhqui, often called Yaya by her mother and friends was born in Mexico while her mother Grace Matthews (nee Garcia) was working on a dig site that brought few artifacts such as pots and beads from what was to be a farmer’s field. Her mother Grace was a Mexican-American archaeologist who loved the Aztec culture. While on her assignment Grace met a strange man who came from the middle of nowhere, the only places around was a small village five miles north but Grace had lived there for a few years before and she knew everyone. Over time Grace and the strange man one legged, who called himself by the Nahautl name “Yaotl”, began a small relationship that resulted in the pregnancy of Grace’s first child. Yaotl began to act strangely as Grace was sent on another assignment a day’s drive from the farmer’s field where offerings to the god Tezcatlipoca had been unearthed. Shortly after the find Yaotl told Grace a startling truth: he was Tezcatlipoca. Of course immediately after that Grace called him insane and told him to never see her or their child. Grace stayed in Mexico City, working alongside a small scale museum to clean artifacts since being in the field was getting too hazardous and not to mention hard on a pregnant woman. Months later she received a small package with a letter attached from “Yaotl”, a present and letter for his unborn child; earrings. It was in Mexico City where her daughter was born. Grace had fallen in love with the Nahautl (now-watt) language spoken by the Aztecs and had chosen a name from the language, Yayauhqui which meant “Black Smoking Mirror”—fitting for a supposed child of Tezcatlipoca.
They moved to the United States when Yaya was almost eight years old. By the time Yaya was ten her mother was married and she had a new little brother named John. Yaya frequently complained to her mother about a recurring dream in which a man with one skeletal leg, black and yellow face paint and a large smoking orb of obsidian sitting on his head, would visit her and speak a language that sounded familiar to her.
Appearance:
*She wears the earrings given to her by her father, although her mother simple gave them as a birthday gift
Name: Jan David
Age: 18
Lineage: Descendant of Youkai
Weapon of choice: Katana, later he will learn magic and as of right now his magic is very limited
Abilities:
-Shapeshifting: Jan is able to change his appearance to that of a fox and to a more human-friendly form although it greatly exhausts him to do so.
-Kitsunetsuki: The art of possession, he needs to be in contact with the person he wishes to possess. It takes effort to push him out of one’s mind.
-Hoshi no tama: An onion shaped ball that is often associated with Kitsune and the possessed, it houses some of his natural, yet weak magic, as well as a small portion of his soul.
Bio: Born in Berlin to a simple office worker and his wife, Jan’s mother was around up until he was a year old then she left suddenly. Jan has very few memories of her aside from the floral perfume she often wore. His father cared for him greatly after the sudden departure of his wife. Often Jan would ask about how his parents had met and countless times his father told him the story. They met a little after midnight when his father was on his way from working so late. His mother, Rin, had been stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire and no gas. His father, Ivan, had pulled over to help her. Finding out that they had a lot in common, the two started off slowly as their relationship bloomed and Ivan asked for her hand in marriage. There had been no fancy wedding, as Rin never wanted the fuss. Shortly after their marriage she had become pregnant. Ivan worked longer hours to make more money to support themselves and their child.
There are very few pictures of his camera shy mother; he values those few above the rest.
Jan’s father never remarried, since there had been an investigation on the disappearance of his wife to rule out foul play not many women wanted to marry the man. However his father did date frequently and after time he stayed with one woman named Amber. She was from the United States but had been living between Germany and England, going back and forth every six months. Amber had three kids of her own from a previous marriage who were around Jan’s age. Only a few years ago Amber had a set of twin girls, giving Jan and her three sons, sisters.
Jan would frequently have vivid dreams of a floating onion shaped ball and the smell of floral perfume would linger in his room hours after waking up. To his amazement one day his eye color began to change to gold although only Jan could see the difference.
Appearance:
After:
*He has only one tail. One day Jan woke up with a very different appearance but he seemed normal to everyone else.
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