Tyche, prefers Ty.
Ty Cheryl Elemis
Hair white blonde that shifts to dark faded tips now, in thick tight banana curls in a medium cut to the bottom of her ears with a side flip of straighten bangs. They rest just above the left eyebrow, thin wisps of light color. Her face is youthful looking as if she was younger then she really is, her rose skin has a pale looked as if never really seen the sun for a month. Though her flesh is still smooth and flawless as before, the light freckles seemed to have darkened on her rounded cheek bones and now reach to the ends of her eyes. Tyche no longer wears make-up becoming more tomboy and preferring to be all natural.
One of the few notable changes is her body is slightly thinner than last seen, as if she barely eaten much, though that is slowly changing. She has her father’s green eyes, full of wick mischief and gentleness, and her mother’s face that curves into a heart shaped keeping her appearing as naïve as ever. Eyes even so seemed to lack that lucky luster and there’s slight grey ring around each of them. Her thin mouth has deep wrinkling lines from recent smiles as she is returning back to the goddess she was once, at least on the outside. Though it was never seen before, her two ears are pierced with a more recent one on the top of her right decorated with a rounded four leaf clover stud usually covered by her hair.
Currently, she wears tight t-shirts with loose jean to hide the fact she lost weight. Tennis shoes cover her average but elfin looking feet, light and graceful Tyche seemed lucky enough not have that sense of weakness affect her balance or ability to stand now. Though her style has edge more recent into light puck rocker, it only speaks world of the person she is becoming and the point she’s hitting what most immortals would consider her teenage years. An emerald green choker, thin inch thick line of small tiny cylinder beads and single outline of black outline the three rows encircle her neck. Unknown to everyone, save two- one she never intended to know, that she carries a small dagger saved from the last battle for personal reasons in the back of her pants waist band.
None currently and resident of Hades.
After the incident in the hotel, she couldn’t determine when as hours turned into days then longer, Tyche was found by a maid in the wreck of the room passed out from lack of food and care. More damage had been done since then and in her luck, it seemed the man was more concerned about avoiding a death then making her pay for the room calling the ambulance to pick her up. Rushed to the hospital she slowly recovered and before any authorities could arrest her, Tyche vanished from the sick bed into the streets. Once more her nature took over to run away from her problems instead of facing them leaving both the hotel manager and state to foot the bill.
Her motorcycle was impounded, the worth only managed to pay the emergency and transportation debt leaving the young man high and dry. Lost and alone, Ty let the anger swallow her whole in the surrounding violence as she traveled on foot play hitch hiker for the next week to anyone willing to pick her up. She doesn’t like to think about it but during that time something changed. The last week of the first month, Tyche gambled using her unstable domain to acquire a set amount of money and returned to Nashville. It was a day before the young hotel manager returned, beaten and defeat as he expected to lose his business only to discover an envelope with an old fashion coin beside it with the handwritten words of sorry for the trouble. Within it was more than that needed to fit the room, pay the repairs off and pay off the hotel stay leaving the man stunned silent.
It was the last loose end she needed to tie up here, though she pretends to be alright Ty struggled to keep her temper in check sometimes. Often ready to flirt with danger, Ty no longer cares what happens to her life. Playing more of a game of Russian roulette then anything with each bluff, not cared if she ‘wins’ or ‘loses’. More and more it’s hard to keep her heart light and cheerful making the choice to disappear easier. There was only one way to do that, to vanish from her parent’s reach without a trace, and that meant one place. It also meant she would have to leave the world of the living.
The second month was literal hell. Taking a few days of the month’s beginning she found an entrance into Hades where the conflict begin and she found her luck still strong as ever, Persephone allowed Tyche to remain for the second month. Still there to this day, though she rolls her eyes watching Ares roam like a house pet trapped too long inside. Though he still scares her, Tyche is determined to make sure her Aunt is never heartbroken again while aiding in the clean-up of Hades. So far, Ty thinks she been able to hide the fact she is breaking down inside even now but it’s hard to tell when snips of her rage ruptures to the surface. She’s lucky Persephone respects her personal space or the Queen of the Underworld would be horrified at the state of the guest room after Tyche vanished into it for hours on end, the room holding the screams and bangs of her rage. Or the fact she wanders the halls at night, careful to avoid Ares’s path.
Tyche stared at the statue, a memory of couple months ago. The twisted form of Echidna and her child cradled in her lap, a mother, an enemy and a monster. Her stomach growled but she paid it no mind, refusing to give into the need for food as feeling the lack of desire to eat. It was a fleeting custom that was either there one minute and quickly gone the next, though she saw the worry in her Aunt’s eyes and was then Tyche forced herself to eat. Other than that, it wasn’t her concern at least it felt that way.
Cold sweat was still dripping down her flesh, it felt like the dead rivers that Charon rode on were tracing her skin and wetting her clothes with a chill she couldn’t be rid of. This was the fifth night she woke up from a dead sleep, shivering and screaming. Claws, tentacles, teeth, and more were always reaching for her as she was huddled helpless all the while watching Artemis’s form come unraveled like some pathetic, cheap tapestry in the hands of the fate. Why wasn’t she there? Why? WHY! Her fist had balled while it slammed into the stone of the statue, leaving hard jolts of pain that traveled up her arms and made her flinch. She use to it by now as the state of her room told much more to the state of her wellness then her attitude outside, the feeling of numbness being swallowed by her anger all the while feeling trapped inside herself.
It hadn’t gotten better. Not like she hoped it would, feeling this way all the time while pretending to be alright. The look on Seph’s face was enough to tell her that her body suffered more then it should have. She hid the cuts and bruises, best she could, yet it wasn’t hard. The queen of the underworld, like the rest of them, was too busy dealing with her ‘War Lord’ to notice them at least it seemed to Tyche. Her dad didn’t care so why should she expect her Aunt to? What was happening to her cause ever since the battle she felt different, like something changed though she couldn’t place the source of it. The reason either. Like a nagging feeling, her moods became more chaotic then the darkness which surrounded Hades as the goddess of Luck struggle to coop alone. In truth it feel like her efforts were lacking. That scared her most but it was better then feeling nothing at all, being a empty shell without emotion staring off into a wall.
Some days she wanted to crawl off and sit a corner feeling sorry for herself, like a selfish teen she mused, while others she just wanted to beat the shit out of a wall. Tyche hoped it would pass, it seemed to come and go, but that seemed to a far way off. The coming came in greater force she just believed she would pop one day and everything would just be fine, her pain, suffering and anger would just be dead at the end of her existence. She want to say life as this was not one, not a life at all. At least one she wanted. Then again when did anything the dysfunctional goddess of Luck get what she needed or wanted, if that true she would beside her father and mother, her Aunt wouldn’t be tied to the hip to Ares, and Nemesis wouldn’t be avoiding her like some disease she was disgusted with.