“ QUOTE ABOUT THEIR END GOAL / DREAM / THEIR NINJA WAY [EX: NARUTO'S "IM GONNA BE HOKAGE ONE DAY"] ”
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N A M E
Shōji Kiyohime "Kiyo"
A G E
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C L A N
Shōji
S E X U A L I T Y
Asexual
B L O O D T Y P E
A+
Characterization
H E I G H T
5'5
E Y E S
Golden Amber
H A I R
Waist length, pale aquamarine, teal-ish color; there is a slight wave to her hair, but for the most part it's just straight. Long bangs that sit right above her eyes, she's constantly sweeping them outta her gaze by shaking her head - never actually pulling them back and away that would be too easy. She has traces of hair that frame her face that fall in front of her ears. During sunrises and sunsets her hair takes on a very pale yellow-green hue - very pretty. Kiyo has horn and scale like accessories that are securely placed in her hair - done so well that at a quick glance it really looks like those are natural.
H E A D B A N D P L A C E M E N T
She wears hers as a hair-band, where it sits more towards the back part of her head. Typically held more securely in place by the horn and scale like accessories she has in her hair.
GIMME THE DEETS OF YOUR AWESOME JONIN SQUAD SENSEI TEACHER!!! ALSO PLEASE MENTION WHETHER OR NOT THEY PARTICIPATED IN THE LAST NINJA WAR - THAT TOOK PLACE 14 YEARS AGO - IF THEY FOUGHT, LOST LOVED ONES, WERE TOO YOUNG TO ACTUALLY JOIN UP ETC ETC.
C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T
Kiyohime is from Japanese lore and I want something similar to her original story to play out for her. Maybe she defects? And is turned into some hideous snake like creature beast? That would be pretty sick.
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU AS THE WRITER AND CREATOR, WANT FOR YOUR OC? WHERE DO YOU WANT THEM TO END UP? WHAT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU WANT THE GM's TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR OC SPECIFICALLY SO THAT THEY CAN UTILIZE YOUR OC IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.
s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Nox is dedicated to perfecting her craft and performance and she is a badass knight at Fairehaven. She puts in 120% every time. ➽➽➽➽ She possesses the ability to learn quickly and on the fly and does best when doing, not just talking or watching. She is a woman of action dammit! ➽➽➽➽ When she focuses, she is on fucking point. But when she doesn't focus or something doesn't hold that attention than her mind in wandering a mile a minute! But when she's on, she's on!
➽➽➽➽ Doesn't take criticism well. Like, she'll listen to you, but she ain't gonna be happy about it. She is the best of the best. Just ask her! ➽➽➽➽ Rough. Not just like, around the edges. No, you put her at the end of a weapon or anything really, she will come at you with everything she has. The woman is brutal. ➽➽➽➽ She is a complete klutz and therefore has many a battle scars because of it. A lot of them self inflicted cause she's an idiot and reckless. However you wouldn't know it seeing her perform. ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes
♡ Smell of iron ♡ Intellectual conversations that last well into the morning ♡ Learning new things ♡ Drinks with friends
☒ People who smack their food ☒ Strings attached ☒ Being content ☒ Mushy, deep in your feeling kinda talks
t r í v í α ➽➽➽➽ Nox has a BA in psychology ➽➽➽➽ When she isn't working the Faire she works as a stunt woman for films, shows and other acts (7+ years) ➽➽➽➽ Game of Thrones, and ASOIAF, are guilty pleasures and she bases her Black Knight persona off of the Hound - her bae
α ρ ρ ℓ ι c α т ι σ η ➽➽➽ ROLE DESIRED: Black Knight ➽➽➽ YEARS EMPLOYED: 8 years ➽➽➽ WHY DO YOU WANT TO WORK HERE?: ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ 'ᴇᴍ. ➽➽➽ WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT THE PARK: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ - ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ 'ᴇᴍ
в í σ g r α p h ч Lennox Kade has been with Fairehaven since she was 19. Freshly moved over from Birmingham, London, she had the drive and passion and experience that came from someone with a renaissance fair background. Her family took part in the Arthurian Faire in London and therefore exposed her to the wonderful world that it is.
Nox is a fast leaner and enjoy performing for others, playing any of the parts that needed filling. And always attacking the role with an abundance of character. Though she really hit her stride when she tried out for the Black Knight - something about being an anti-hero villain spoke to her, and she took to it like fish to water. Ever since that fateful day, she has honed and owned that role. Challenging any and all who seek to claim her position. She isn't going down without a fight. Or at all for that matter.
She gets along well with the other cast and crew members, even though she's vain in her own skills, she's fun to be around - in and out of character.
‣ Hair: Naturally long, mocha brown ‣ Eyes: Hazel ‣ Height: 5'5 ‣ Body Type: Slim, toned, athletic ‣ Scars, Tattoos, and Piercings: Belly button, nose, ear lobes are pierced 2x per ear
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bratty ║ Social ║ Hard-Working ║ Extroverted ║ Tease ║ Unfiltered ║ Ultimately a Sub ║ Tends to never learn her lesson ║ Stubborn║ Creative ║ Can be embarrassed easily when placed in a 'Dom' position
L I K E S // D I S L I K E S
Likes
‣ Sour Patch Watermelon Flavor Lollipops ‣ Night Life ‣ City Lights at 2am ‣ Cooking ‣ Collars ‣ Teasing ‣ Being the Center of Attention ‣ Showing Skin ‣ Drinks ‣ Being Taken Care Of
Dislikes
‣ Slow paced...anything ‣ Boredom ‣ Being on or Using Speaker Phone ‣ Not Getting Off ‣ Having to Do All the Work ‣ Being Ignored ‣ Buzzkills ‣ Dismissed As Unintelligent ‣ Being Alone for Too Long ‣ When Her Limbs Fall Asleep
B I O
City native. Knows the city like the back of her hand. Has a love of sports - baseball specific. Father was a detective - retired now. Mother is an educator at a university somewhere. Is a very good bartender. Uses her connections to get her into places. Works odd jobs as a bartender for special events through the hotel - and some outside of it. Needs help getting through university - has picked up many many shifts and odd jobs hoping to scrape by enough money. It's taking a toll on her honestly. Graphic design and Communication design is what she's striving for, she even practices and utilizes her knowledge to brand and market her and The Hawthorne - among other things - to improve and garner more traffic and attention / customers. So far so good. Has a long list of exes - all of them not able to completely give her what she's looking for. Either too soft or too rough and nothing to balance her out. Most of them she was required to take the reigns and she just wants someone to take care of her. Someone who will also just put her in her place. Is that too much to ask? Recently filled out an ad for a new place to live - rooming with 2 others, one being the owner; an older woman in her 40s & a guy (knows him? idk? an ex?) Things go from there.
O T H E R
Becky G ║ 9D173A
‣ Birthday is 11/18 ‣ Handle for all her online profiles ║ VanHendrixxx ‣ She is a student at ___ College of Art and Design ║ Going for a degree in Communication & Graphic Design ‣ Works as a Bartender at The Hawthorne
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Roxxi lives to be the center of attention, the life of any party, the friend that pulls you outta the covers on a Friday night just to get out and DO SOMETHING! Always chatting with others, a wide grin spread across her face, eyes squinted in mirth. A jovial soul, doesn't describe her enough. She has this charismatic flair attached to everything she does and it's a show for sure. Always looking out for what she's gonna do next. Whether that's a good or bad thing is yet to be determined. It takes quite a bit of time, however, to chip away at her energetic persona to discover her true self. It isn't that she isn't a happy go lucky, high octane person - cause she is - it's just, the hurt and pain of her past has done a number on her and no one but a select few have ever heard or know of it. So, count yourself lucky if you're one of the chosen.
She's always decorated in the most eccentric clothing and color choices - only magnifying her rambunctious and energetic nature. Sometimes even adorning face paint as if she were going to attend a summer festival. Freckles decorate her body - from all the time she spends laying and napping in fields. She changes hair colors at the drop of a hat and as of late she's stuck with the electric blue and her natural blonde. No one would ever know that she wears glasses since she's only ever seen with her clear contacts in, but come night time is where and when she pulls those bad boys out. Roxxi isn't a petite girl by any standards. She's tall and curvy with a certain thicc-ness to her that just exudes comfort and fun!
Being trapped somewhere bored outta her mind, is a hellish place for Pop Roxx. She would rather be constantly entertained, and probably mindlessly so, than have to endure boredom on the regular. Hence why classes are her least favorite places to be during the day. Her ADHD plays a huge roll in this and to help somewhat alleviate her outbursts and goofing off in class, she has the privilege of chewing her wintermint gum or pack of pop rocks to keep her somewhat amused and quiet. It doesn't work as well as they all hoped it would.
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s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Strengths ➽➽➽ Roxxi possesses the ability to generate what she calls "fireworks" energy globes that vary in degrees of power and intensity. The globes obey her mental control, traveling where she directs them, arranging themselves in balls, streamers, and other shapes, and exploding when she wishes. These combinations could result in anything from a multitude of colorful sparkles capable of temporarily blinding a person to a fairly powerful detonation, capable of smashing tree trunks or metal objects. Roxxi can absorb the fireworks back into her own body without harm. According to Emma Frost, she had the potential to detonate matter at a sub-atomic level.
➽➽➽ Psionic Shields;; Roxxi's mind possesses a natural defense against telepathic detection or attack. These psionic shields rendered her mind "slippery" and invisible to telepathic beings unless they knew precisely what to mentally scan for. ➽➽➽ ??? Roxxi lives to be the center of attention, the life of any party, the friend that pulls you outta the covers on a Friday night just to get out and DO SOMETHING!
Weaknesses ➽➽➽ Roxxi exerts a lot of energy, whether using her abilities or just through her rambunctious nature - because of this, she requires a lot of sleep to help recharge herself;; but when she's out - she's out. ➽➽➽ Her hyperactive self can rub people the wrong way. As of late she's been reflecting on her actions a lot more so that she doesn't lose friends because of it. So far, she has been unsuccessful in holding back. p r є f є r є n c є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
♥ Likes ☒ Dislikes ✧ Quirks
♥ candy [ sour is best ], dying her hair, fireworks, neon lights, dancing, being the life of a party ☒ boredom, strategies, city birds, lack of sleep, math, party poopers ✧ ✧ ✧ Gets bored easily;; it's why she dyes her hair often ✧ ✧ ✧ Fidgets like CRAZY ✧ ✧ ✧ Sparks fly off around her when her emotions are extreme
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➽➽➽ Act first, think later ➽➽➽ Roxxi always has spare change on her ➽➽➽ When she gets the urge to nap she likes to do so laying in the fields around the academy ➽➽➽ She is a living, breathing, walking, talking, lie detector;; don't test her - she will catch you ➽➽➽ She holds a special place in her soul for wintermint gum ➽➽➽ Got her nickname "Pop Roxx" because of her firework abilities ➽➽➽ Pop Rocks are also her favorite candy ➽➽➽ Hums and taps to the mental music in her head;; will dance around anywhere regardless of location or whether or not it's "an appropriate time" ➽➽➽ She has a really big personality;; just takes a bit for people to really uncover her true self ➽➽➽ Suffers from ADHD - takes medicine for it on and off;; everyone can definitely tell when she's on them because her high energy levels are knocked down a couple of pegs ➽➽➽ Roxxi always has some colorful, rave or bohemian makeup going on;; stars and hearts and sparkles littering the face? uhhh, yes please! ➽➽➽ She loves neon colors ➽➽➽ She suffers from dyscalculia it's like "math dyslexia"
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Roxxanna Kade;; the fun, color loving, popping rave girl. She is probably the most genuinely blunt but nicest person you'll probably ever meet. Don't be naive enough to believe she can't be downright bitchy - she can and will - she's just more energetic and hyper and scatter brained than rude. Roxxi comes from a sort of broken home, still living with both parents, though her mom is always worked ragged and her dad, well, he spends a lot of time at the "office". When either of them drink, they like to take it out on one another, otherwise it was Roxxi who got the shit end of the stick.
However, since her attendance to Arcadia and seeing her roam the halls with her brightly lit eyes, only ever out shined by her choice in hair color, you would never guess this girl was suffering on the inside. Roxxi likes to think that if she can make other's lives better than her own, than she's doing a damn good job and her life has purpose. So, that's what she tries to focus most on. If and when she can actually focus. The good thing about her living at Arcadia for the last few years is that she's been liberated from her family. At least, for the time being. She plans to fully abstain from them and erase them from her memories so she can move forward with her life.
Zadie has blue eyes, full lips, rosy cheeks, lightly tanned skin and long, dark brown hair worn in loose waves. She stands at 5'3" and her frame is slim and petite. She is usually seen wearing white or pale colored dresses with some type of distinct patterns and stripes, although, she has begun to wear darker shades such as grey and black. Zadie rarely is seen wearing shoes considering she likes to just feel the earth beneath her. Now, however as she's gotten older and more into her own, she enjoys wearing trousers & jeans, jackets, and blouses with different colors and patterns. For special occasions, she wears dresses and always uses light make-up.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
H I S T O R Y Before, Zadie once had respect and loyalty for her local coven, which changed after she was betrayed by them, who not only tried to kill her but they killed her best friend. Her mother was the worst one of them all - turning a blind eye to Zadie's pleas for help. Making her realize that her mother knew exactly what The Harvest was, and was willing to sacrifice her own daughter's life. Zadie now harbors hatred for her former coven, and subsequently her mother, and takes great pleasure in seeing them suffer.
Zadie was a quiet girl living a very sheltered life. However, with the extreme levels of restriction that had been placed upon her, caused her to be hot-tempered, a bad combination with her level of power, to which she developed a superiority complex. Zadie seems to be used to getting her way, and when things go awry she is short-tempered and somewhat volatile. Petulant, spoiled brat - if you will. She faced betrayal from her coven in the past, leading her to seek revenge against them.
Zadie has anger and authority issues. She has a rebellious streak by nature, as shown when she sneaks off to meet with friends or just to get out of her "cage" as she calls it. Zadie's personality is typically compared to that of a sweet girl longing for a normal teenage life, free of magic. However, the events of her life have given her a dark side that she is not afraid of and readily accepts if the situation calls for it. She also has a manipulative side that she's cultivated in her time in "captivity" and from being the subject of manipulation. She learned from the best.
Despite the tragic events in her life, Zadie is still a positive and upbeat person; which can be construed as spoiled and bitchy to some. Over the course of her life, Zadie has become more independent, ambitious and determined. She places the safety of her friends - the ones she has vetted thoroughly - over her own agenda. Even though not to a great extent, Zadie has shown the ability to make sacrifices for the greater good. She would rather sacrifice herself than to let harm come to those around her - that she actually cares for. The others she has issues with can fuck right off.
With time, Zadie regained some faith in herself and her abilities; making her stronger for it. Embracing her witchy-ness. More confident in her and her abilities. She is shown to be an extremely loyal, caring and sympathetic friend. When someone hurts her or anyone she cares about, she won't rest until she makes them pay. Zadie isn't all blinded by the ways of the world around her, after having been betrayed by those closest to her in her past, one could call her a bit paranoid and more wary of the distrustful people around her - friend, foe, acquaintance and more. In a bit of irony, Zadie has started to show personality traits such as being distrustful herself, quick to downplay any threats, while at the same time responding to them violently. All the while Zadie justifies herself, even when feeling guilty.
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♥ NOLA ♥ chocolate ♥ records & record players
☒ being manipulated ☒ instruments not tuned being played in public ☒ sour candies
✧ plays jazz piano ✧ very expressive - especially when annoyed ✧ rather enjoys creating art; not very good
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Zadie used to play the piano and enjoys listening to classical music such as Bach, Puccini, and Mozart. But her passion is the blues and jazz that run rampant through the streets of NOLA. The Duke heavily influenced her. ➽➽➽ Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald are her favorites ➽➽➽ Ambidextrous but favors her left hand ➽➽➽ She prefers to listen to records ➽➽➽ Candles and crystals are a necessity in her life
B L O O D S T A T U S
Pureblood
H O U S E
Goode
Y E A R
???
S P E C I A L T I E S
Voodoo???
F A V O R I T E C L A S S
Ancient Runes & Defense Against the Dark Arts [ D A D A ]
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Fox always seems to have uninterested look plastered on his face. And if it isn't bored, he's making intimidating faces to try to scare others... though if you stick around long enough you'll find out that it's all an act. Well... for the most part. Fox is actually pretty sweet and cool.
Sharp blue-grey eyes typically scan the area around him every so often; as if he's waiting and watching for some type of shit to go down. Either to get outta there or join in. The scars that litter his body like freckles would normally call for concern; however they are all caused by different daily activities he's gotten himself into - and out of - throughout his life. A lot of which are self-inflicted but due to stupid decisions and not out of a state of depression.
Growing up, Fox rocked a shaved head, his mother always wanted to enjoy his dark curls; but when he got lice she had to shave it all off. Since then, it was just an easier upkeep for the busy matriarch. Now that he's older, he still skates around with short hair, this time however, in the form of a buzzed undercut with the top just a little longer. Though it wouldn't matter much since he's constantly sporting some type of cap or beanie.
Fox doesn't have many tattoos, though he would love to add to his growing collection, he just likes to make sure he's going to enjoy the piece of art he places on his body. As well as wants to make sure it means something to him and isn't just... there. His favorite has to be the geometric fox head that's present on the inside of his left forearm. Not only a namesake, but his favorite animal and nickname. Others include; the alchemical sign for air [ 🜁 ] on the inside of his right wrist, upper left arm has a half sleeve of a traditional crow on a skullx, a small bouquet of larkspurs on right shoulder blade on his back - for his mother. Wants something small on the side of his neck but doesn't know what yet. Maybe something to do with teleporting?
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s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ strєngths ➽➽➽➽ Subconscious Spatial Awareness: Fox has a very limited subconscious extrasensory ability that prevents him from jumping himself so that his feet, for example, would materialize below the surface of the ground. Because this ability is so limited, however, Fox will not teleport into any place that he cannot see or has not seen in the past. If Fox jumped himself into an unfamiliar area, he would run the risk of materializing partially or entirely within a solid object. If too much of his body materialized within a solid object, he would be killed. ➽➽➽➽ Flexible Bone Structure: Fox's bone structure allows him great flexibility. He can remain in a crouched position for a long time and perform contortionist type feats without causing any damage to his spine. ➽➽➽➽ Very Reflexive: Fox's natural reaction time is enhanced to the level of a trained acrobat. ➽➽➽➽ Heightened Agility: Fox's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels of a trained acrobat. ➽➽➽ Fox possesses above average strength of a male of his age, height, and build who engages in intensive regular exercise. At his peak, Fox can lift about 300 lbs.
wєαknєssєs ➽➽➽➽ Limitations: The limits to the mass that Fox can carry with him while jumping and the limits to the distance over which he can jump himself with additional load is unknown. If he transports a passenger over even moderate distances, they both feel weakened and ill, to the point of exhaustion. ➽➽➽➽ Momentum is Retained: Fox's momentum is retained throughout the process of the jump: he arrives with whatever amount of inertia he left with. For example, if he were falling from a great height, he could not teleport himself towards the ground in order to save himself; he would land with the same velocity that he jumped with. ➽➽➽➽ Distance: Teleportation over further distances could be fatal. Especially if he has no prior knowledge of said destination. ➽➽➽ Despite this, Fox is just as susceptible to disease and physical injury as any ordinary human
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t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ ➽➽➽ Highly allergic to shellfish; even the smell of it on someone's clothes will send him into shock so he's always got an epipen on him ➽➽➽ Has way too many scars all over his body. A lot of them from skateboarding, a lot of them from stupid fights, some self-inflicted ➽➽➽ Unabashed D&D player - lvl 74 Dragon Slayer ➽➽➽ He has exceptionally good hearing. ➽➽➽ Used to be the ace of his volleyball high school team ➽➽➽ Surprisingly cat-like ➽➽➽ Extremely talented with hair & makeup applications - no idea where the skill comes from ➽➽➽ 'Vigilante/Delinquent'-esque: wears a fox mask when he goes out ➽➽➽ Gives off a 'don't fuck with me' vibe when he's noticed. Actually a sweetheart and genuinely nice guy.
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вєfσrє sαvíng thє wσrld Santiago grew up in a single parent household. Although, it didn't really feel like it at times what with his older sister bossing him around and taking up the brunt of the work while their mother was off working her numerous jobs. He had a decent childhood and upbringing, as much as one could where he and his sister grew up. Always the rambunctious kid, he got himself into a lot of fights earning him nasty battle wounds and even nastier monikers. Because of this behavior and the rumors that went around, Fox didn't garner a lot of friends. And the ones he did gain the attention of were not the best to keep company with.
Eventually, rumors became truths and Fox found a niche for himself in the city he lived in. A vigilante of sorts. Though to most that saw him, donning his fox mask and metal bat and skateboard, would think him more delinquent and anti-hero.
A few years into running with his "crew" of friends, towards the back end of his last years of high school, his mother got sick. It hit him hard. She was the backbone of the family and although he had left the confines of her home to spare her his idiotic ways; he always made time to help out as much and as best as he could. When his sister broke the news to him he cut ties off with his crew. For months he went without seeing or speaking with them all in favor of taking care of his mom in the last moments she had. Eventually, she was overcome with the illness and it took her in her sleep. A peaceful requiem.
After his mother's passing, he and his sister mended their frayed relationship - becoming closer than ever in his opinion - though he still insisted that he move. If not to get away from the painful memories, than for his own good in leaving behind his past and crew. She agreed and he was off to Little Solace. It's also the time when he was approached by his celestial being.
The being was eccentric to say the least, but it was fitting that it would find solace in like-minded spirit such as Fox. With the bond between them growing exponentially every day, Fox began to figure out and utilize these gifts in ways that would help him help others. The way that he wanted to in the past but wasn't able to. His reflexes were enhanced, his balance was on point and he realized he could jump - emitting as his being refers to it - and appear in different locations at will. It was something that he practiced and trained with; making damn sure that he could use these gifts effectively.
When the Dark Ones came and began their assault on LS, Fox was at the ready, loud and brash and as idiotic as ever. He wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to need his help this time. He was going to be proactive and step in as before it even started. As the Dark Mage unleashed his power, he didn't hesitate, even while knowing that he might not make it out the other side of this war himself.
αftєr sαvíng thє wσrld When he finally woke, Fox realized that there was little to nothing he knew about the room - or even the world - around him. He noticed the multitude of scars that littered his body, both new and old. He took note of the small amounts of ink that inhabited his skin. But that was as far as his recollection would take him in that moment.
During his short stay within the hospital after waking up, he came to know what his name was and that he could surprisingly teleport. Short distances of course, but teleport nonetheless. It shocked him to his core. How could it be that someone could possess this ability? Did everyone have these gifts? Was it a gift at all? Is this the reason he was in the hospital in the first place? Too many questions and not enough ears to listen for shortly after he was discharged with a small packet filled with information on a new job and a place to live.
Everything from before him waking was a blur, but moving forward was something of an adventure. He was given the position of coach specializing in skateboarding. Who knew that was a thing? He took to the position quickly and without any hiccups. Fox realized early on that he could practice his newly rediscovered talents and use them to help in his skateboard abilities at the same time. Two birds one stone situation. It still didn't do much to curb the itch in the back of his mind as to what the hell happened.
𝖓𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 ... Slim, petite young woman. Thick, healthy hair that is typically worn in two mid to high pigtails that drape down to her lower back while her bangs are cut in a hime style the reach just below her eyebrows. Her eyes are pale rose petal hue, that shine brightly at everything and everyone around her for the most part
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wєαknєssєs ➽➽➽➽ Clumsy Even though she is agile and compact, Nilan also struggles with the fact that she can get tripped up pretty easily and therefore is just as much of a clutz as she is nimble. A lot of the time moving around too quickly and tripping herself up. ➽➽➽➽ Distracted Can easily get distracted when lessons or anything in general doesn't grab her attention - or if she believes she is already knowledgeable in something. There's also the issue of her daydreaming about the cuties she sees around the city and town and courts. ➽➽➽➽ Hardheaded Stubborn as a mule, Nilan doesn't like to accept or take orders from those around her unless there has been an establishment of relations. And even then she'll be bratty and petty about it. ➽➽➽➽ Chatterbox When someone gets Nilan going, it takes a lot to get her to shut up. Even more so when it's a topic that she's passionate about.
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♡ Crystals ♡ Smell of leather & iron ♡ Training ♡ Writing; specifically transcribing - she likes the way the quill and ink glide on the parchment
☒ Rocks in her shoes ☒ Being itchy ☒ Cold tea ☒ Waking early
✧ Skilled with a bladed weapon ✧ Fidgets like crazy ✧ Stresses easily when it comes to studies (magic related especially) ✧ Cocks her head to the side when confused; sticks tongue out when she's concentrating
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Nilan Lovelace --- actually born Einnuen Caskforge, youngest child and only daughter to Toldurm Caskforge. She grew up surrounded by weapons and smoke and fire showing an affinity for the environment and vowing to wield her father's weapons one day. Einnuen was constantly surrounded by her brothers, all four of them, as they sparred and completed chores together. It wasn't until she was around the age of six that things began to change and their happy little family became less joyful.
During one of the routine chores Einnuen would complete was to help her father out in the smithy. While there, she overheard that her father needed some of the weapons and materials to be brought from the back to the front of the forge - and vise versa. Simple enough. As she continued on with the process of moving materials to and fro she ended up lifting a battle axe with ease. Something someone her age and size should not be able to do - and so effortlessly as well. As soon as her father took notice - because she had walked to him asking where he wanted the weapon to be placed - and after his initial shock, he embraced her and brought her back home to inform his wife.
It was something they never thought would fall upon their family; their boys were normal - for the most part. So, for their daughter to exhibit signs of magic was something very strange and ultimately taboo. Both of Einnuen's parents despised the idea of magic, making sure not to come into contact with it or others who wield it - if they can help it. However, her father takes good commission from those in the Sky City and a lot of them possess magic. It is inevitable to completely shut themselves away from the arcane. They would have to get over it. But not now. Not now that their own daughter was showing signs - signs that didn't exist in their bloodlines.
Einnuen was confused and scared at the way her parents were yelling and crying and throwing what little material items they owned around the room. Her oldest brother comforted her, but the others were standing a short distance away. They knew of the hatred their parent's harbored for the arcane and it's wielders. They didn't want to be on the receiving end of their parent's wrath as well. So, they stood within reach, but only barely.
Einnuen had hoped that her parent's would help her, love her, and guide her through this scary time. They instead did quite the opposite. Instead they sold her off to the residential mage within their area. Someone who wasn't the most reputable of people; but still possessed whatever it is someone needed. A shady mage to say the least.
Alaeon Lovelace(an unknown exact age; but he's quite old though refuses to look his age) was at one point or another a powerful sorcerer still is, if you were to ask him. Hailing from the Safrai Isles; an arid, desert oasis filled with merchants and cutthroats, he survived by his charm, wits and skill with the arcane. Alaeon garnered a reputation - and not all of it was decent and good - for the last few years, he was thought to be imprisoned or banished or worse dead. Instead he has been laying low, keeping tabs on a blooming powerful mage in the making. Otherwise, people have spotted this man roaming the city for the last 50 years or so --- never making the connection as to who he really and truly is.
Her family didn't care; they wanted her gone and out of their home and lives and if they could get something in return for it so be it.
It was there in the confines of her new home and family with the mage Alaeon that she changed her name at the age of six. She was no longer associated with the people that sold her and disowned her, who gave her away to a stranger because of some outdated belief of elitism and hatred. She went without a name for 3 years before she chose her new one. She had come across the name in an old set of tomes and scrolls that she had pooled over, studying the great mages of the past. Nilan Dawnweaver; a powerful mage with a humble, yet challenging beginning. Lovelace was the name given to her by the stranger who bought her. The one who trained and cared for her, loved her in his own way.
And thus, Nilan Lovelace was born.
Through the years Nilan has trained and studied and practiced any chance she could - or rather, was made to do so. However, no matter the amount of training she puts into harnessing and utilizing her arcane correctly, she is still quite the novice. Alaeon was the one who approached the idea of Nilan being able to access her powers through the use of a conduit. Specifically, weapons. This method struck him as Nilan was frustrated with her master while peeling potatoes and wielded the spud blade, rounding on him. In that moment, with the emotions flowing through her and the weapon the items on the walls and table tops shook violently, before launching towards him as he stood in the doorway. From then on, her training mandated her to carry and use a weapon of some sort --- at least until she can successfully conjure without the help. Jokes on them, she is her most powerful with a weapon handy huhuhuu~
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Rowan is a mysterious and ethereal beauty.
Standing just about average height, her body lithe and adorned with subtle curves. Her hair, recently chopped to her neck in an asymmetrical fashion, long bangs that reach the tip of her nose should the locks fall in her face. There is a scar traveling from her forehead down to her eyelid on her left side - a result of a very eventful, heated, fuck-kill situation. She likes to tell people that she obtained it from a hit. not entirely a lie Also beneath her left eye are two birthmark blemishes that clearly give her away when she first meets someone who knows of her and her accomplishments. A dead giveaway, but she finds them rather charming
Her eyes, a piercing frosty steel color can bore into someone's soul in the dead of night and would still shine brightly. If the light catches her eyes just right they take on the color of the lights around her and she looks almost demon like. A terrifying sight to behold before one's untimely end.
Rowan keeps her nails trimmed, but long enough and sharp enough to use as weapons and do some damage, should she need too. They are also almost always painted in a dark - more like black - color.
Both ears are pierced three times and house small, metal or bone, studs. The bones are typically bird related; or some kind wild animal's canine. Along with her piercings usually bird related, she is never without black feathers somewhere on her person. And around her neck are two necklaces; one a metal made small blade like shape - the other - a crow skull threaded with a taut leather cord.
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Silent but Deadly No one never truly knows when and what she's going to do. But make no mistake - she will take down anyone that stands in her way without an issue. ➽➽➽ Feathered Touches Her bladed weapons are coated with a poison that when coming in contact with others will cause them to feel a sense of weightlessness, as if gravity has betrayed them. Their limbs feeling heavy and limp, knocking back their equilibrium and making it extremely difficult to counter or attack. ➽➽➽ Marksmanship Because her main weapons are thin and small in comparison to swords and other longer bladed weapons - she has honed her skills in accuracy and precision. Being able to hit a bulls-eye with extremely accurate at high distances. ➽➽➽ Birds of a Feather Meeting and working alongside Jonathon Morris has been the best, ideal gig Rowan could have ever landed. However, due to the nature of personalities these two share with one another it has been observed that they're interactions are always the extremes. Either extremely good or extremely bad. Rowan enjoys his company and vise versa, but they know how to get under each other's skins and push all the right and wrong buttons to get their way. ➽➽➽ Succubus Skilled in the art of gathering information, and completing hits, by seducing and flirting with her victims with ease.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Psychopathic Tendencies Raised as a killer, to infiltrate, kill and destroy - it desensitizes a person. Not to mention, she enjoys it and she's hella good at it. Tends to leave one alone; or at least untrustworthy. ➽➽➽ Untrustworthy To be fair, she is just as untrusting of others as they are of her. ➽➽➽ Bit of a Hothead Like most people, Rowan has a breaking point. And when she gets there... oh boy, watch out. Wouldn't want a trained assassin pissed off at you, now would you? ➽➽➽ Unpredictability isn't Always Best Policy Even though you know what you're gonna get when you employ Rowan, she is still a wildcard. So, just make sure not to warrant her coming after you.
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♡ smell of gasoline ♡ dark chocolate ♡ sex ♡ torture, anyone? ♡ birds
☒ being the center of attention ☒ when a kill is too easy ☒ being wrong - a rarity. ☒ being told how to do her job
✧ her affinity is the crow ✧ knives and other sharp blades are her forte ✧ enjoys drinking and gambling; always prefers sitting in a corner ✧ she people watches
Although it is unknown where and when she was actually born, Rowan's origins begin with an organization hidden in the shadows called the Flight of the Bird. She was raised exclusively as an assassin, for the Flight specialized in forming contracts with powerful people of prestige and dispatching assassins to eliminate important targets - and so she began killing at a very young age. Within this organization, Rowan was known only by her codename: Falcate. Due to her upbringing, Rowan became utterly inured to the sight of death, eventually becoming so engrossed in her ability to kill without experiencing any remorse or conflicting emotion that she started to become dependent on killing for the stimulation it provided. By the time she was nine, she had already killed enough to earn the title of a "Bird of Death".
Rowan was taught how to fight by a woman in the organization, Zona Aldithley, who raised her and was known as her Mother Bird. When Rowan had grown older, she was forced to kill her mother figure in order to perform the 'Sky Burial', as a rite of passage. The trauma of killing her mother figure caused her to distance herself from others and refuse to build personal ties in fear of having to relive the experience once more. Later, she was placed under the command of a man named Thaddeus Kipps, whose own group dealt with missions involving VIP assassinations, an "extermination and clean-up of the escort". Her resulting mental issues made her an unpredictable force and she commonly caused 'accidents' on the field. This caused her to be looked upon and treated scornfully by the other members as a plague. Her skills, however, proved far too valuable to do away with.
During an assignment, there was an issue, where members of a rival gang got the one up on a lot of the Birds, burning Kipps alive - killing him - and dissolving the chain of command. Inadvertently, Rowan was freed, and inexplicably drifted into the custody of an adoptive family. It was this family that gave her the name Rowan. Although she struggled to adapt to the average life, Rowan ruminated on the new freedoms that were provided, and decided that this new life could possibly be acceptable. However, her peaceful, new found existence did not last for long. After she was scolded for releasing the youngest daughter's pet bird, she murdered her entire foster family in a blind rage. Finding that she could not live without the fundamental excitement of inflicting death on others, Rowan began a wandering lifestyle, and heartlessly killed any who crossed her path. To show that she was no longer a tool to the organization, she chose to keep the name her adoptive family had given her, giving her old codename to her weapon(s) instead.
During her travels she came across many a gang and organizations that, upon meeting her and witnessing her talents and skill, have hired her for her expertise. There isn't one particular group that Rowan aligns herself with. But if she were to choose The DimeLions is where she can truly let loose and spread her wings; as it were. The major downside to it all is there is this thick tension between her and Jonathon Morris. And although the adage states "Bird of a Feather" that isn't always the case.
they are constantly butting heads and at each other's throats
That isn't to say that she doesn't enjoy his company and the way he runs his gang. There's definitely something more to their relationship. Even if it's unspoken.
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ruari Maddox 'Madds' is the youngest member of the O'Connor Clan of Dublin, Ireland. Her family is large and vast and covers all across Ireland, Isle of Mann and even some locations within Scotland and G. Britain. They run, along with some other familial help, the largest distribution of paraphernalia the United Kingdom has ever seen along with being a part of the Irish Mob and past ties with the IRA helps a lot in this department.
Lachlan O'Connor, her father, was a runaway when Quinn Tavers met him and picked him up off the streets. At the time, Tavers was just a runner, someone lower within the ranks of the mob and in the whole smuggling and distributing system - but he had panache and tenacity. So, eventually, when the higher ups *ahem* were no longer in power, the rights fell to Tavers and his first order of business was to employ the young Lachlan. It was through Tavers that O'Connor learned everything and owes him his life and so much more. Tavers is like a father to him, which makes him like a grandfather to Madds and her siblings.
Madds is extremely close with her brothers and doesn't so much care for her sister - or her sister in law. Madds doesn't really get a long with other women due to the pretense that she thinks most women are all frilly and girly and shouldn't be doing anything that the men are a part of. Which she disagrees with 100%. This stems a lot from her exposure to how the women in her family act; which is to say they want little to nothing to do with the business aspect and would rather just enjoy time to themselves - reaping the benefits of said business and status'. She on the other had, has always been interested with what her father and grandfather do and accomplish. Wanting to be in the thick of it all, seeing and understanding the inner workings. However, she isn't one much for the political games that are played and much rather prefers 'getting her hands dirty' all meanings intended.
Maddox likes to be in the thick of trouble and is usually the cause of such chaos. A lot of the time, her social status alone gets her into trouble and it's her brothers, father or grandfather that would usually bail her out of whatever shit she got herself into.
Her oldest brother, Declan O'Connor, was in line to take over the empire when their father kicks the bucket, but he joined the IRA *Irish Republican Army*. And that isn't something one can just do without repercussions. Lachlan was furious when he found out, however now he uses that to his advantage. So, thus the torch then passed to his next son, Murphy. It was made explicitly clear that Lachlan didn't want Aoife to take on the business 1. because she couldn't do it since she didn't care enough to know how it was run and operated and 2. he just didn’t want her to.
Hence, Murphy in line to take over has started being groomed to take over. Though she loves her family, Madds doesn't think Murphy is the right fit for the position. She feels that he isn't mentally prepared to take on the responsibility the alternative is her and she definitely does NOT want the responsibility. Madds is quite content with being in a high level position and doing the dirty work. She thinks the rights and honor should go towards her uncle or cousins. They know how to politic it up a whole lot better and to be honest, that's where ALL businesses are going now a days.
Maddox has a fear of forgetting. Forgetting things in general, memories, people, places etc. Dementia and Alzheimer's runs rampant in her family and she's seen some adverse effects take hold of her mother, who was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. Forgetting little things here and there and it isn't too severe, but it's got Madds terrified. Her family and memories are her everything, she is scared to lose them. It isn't something, however that is public knowledge - if anyone found out they could use that to their advantage against her and her family and all that they have worked for. While attending Schwanenkönig Akademie she makes damn sure that no one knows of her family's illness. The pity isn't welcomed and neither are nosy spies in training trying to blackmail her with that
She will not take kindly to it and curb stomp them
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D'lia is a dark-skinned young woman, on the lighter spectrum naturally. However, due to her consistent exposure to the sun her complexion fluctuates. Growing up, D'lia sported long, curly sable lock; flowing freely like the waves of the ocean on a deserted beach. It wasn't until she grew older and due to an unfortunate incident, she had to chop it all off; eventually getting to the point where she opted to shave her head.
Tall and lithe, toned and athletic, D'lia wields a dancer's balance and a swimmer's body. She works extremely hard to be as skilled in her hobbies that she is and welcomes any and all challengers to try her. she ends up mopping the floor with 'em in the end... She was a lot more self conscious of her height and weight when she was younger and growing up --- however, since she's worked hard and put forth the effort to be healthier in both what she does and what she eats, she's shed the weight she wanted and works to maintain it.
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ωєαкиєѕѕєѕ ➽➽➽➽ Patience is a Virtue... That She Doesn't Possess Her biggest weakness is being impatient ➽➽➽➽ Flirty Kinda the reason why she's single right now... oops ➽➽➽➽ Overconfident D'lia is overconfident in her abilities. And although she is a certified badass, she can and will get full of herself and slip up. It's only natural.
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♡ Hip Hop & Rap ♡ Water related anything ♡ Dancing
☒ Sunburns ☒ Water Pollution ☒ Having to be stuck inside
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ D'lia likes to explore and goes off on her own a lot in order to adventure and examine everything ➽➽➽➽ She collects seashells and has a fairly decent sized collection ➽➽➽➽ Super body positive ➽➽➽➽ D'lia likes to skinny dip and honestly prefers it; though not everyone of her friends are comfortable with it, so she humors them ➽➽➽➽ Has a red line tattoo around her upper left arm ➽➽➽➽ Her nipples are pierced as well - she got them done when she was 15 - had to hide that from her parents ➽➽➽➽ She's recently gotten out of a long relationship - her first and only fxf relationship that didn't involve just sex... she's still a bit salty about the whole thing; but will never openly admit to being hung up on her...
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Cordelia Hali, more notably known as D'lia, is the Fairy of Waves and possesses water-based abilities.
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Tall and lithe, toned and athletic, she wields a dancer's balance and a swimmer's body. She works extremely hard to be as skilled in her hobbies that she is and welcomes any and all challengers to try her. She was a lot more self conscious of her height and weight when she was younger and growing up --- however, since she's worked hard and put forth the effort to be healthier in both what she does and what she eats, she's shed the weight she wanted and works to maintain it.
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‣ Crass, Electric and mood at times. Willy-nilly and all over the place but with a limit. Unless she opens up to you, she can come off as bitchy and rude. Which, she is. She just chooses her actions and how to display them correctly. She is the polar opposite of her twin sister - though they share some similarities. Fox will most likely be the one to run in head first to a situation and take what comes next instead of thinking it through and coming up with a plan.
She is a slim figured woman of average height, hiding a toned and capable body underneath the eclectic and eccentric clothing she opts to wear. Her black hair is more synthetic than real these days, having damaged the majority of it with the amount of times she's dyed and bleached her locks. Instead she now sports synthetic LED fibers, thin as natural hair strands but with the ability to change colors as easily as one flips a switch - in her case at the drop of a touch. She likes the eccentricity of it all. Her eyes scan crowds as fast as she can scan lines upon lines of code with a deep amethyst gaze that lights up when she finds something even remotely new and interesting.
Calixta's personality can be described as something you would discover within a child -- someone immature. And though she is well into her twenties, Ash is nothing if not a big kid. But once she has a goal, you can bet your ass that it's gonna get done and it's gonna be done expertly so. She can't promise, however, that she won't be cracking jokes or annoying you in the comms though. So, be prepared for that, will ya!?
To piggyback off of her eccentric style, anytime she's jacked-in everything she touches she leaves behind gradient colors of the neon kind. She is no stranger to being in the center of attention, nor is she above playing distraction when times call for it. Calixta is charismatic enough for the rest of them. However, when her energy levels are low -- and it doesn't happen often -- she becomes a very lethargic and problematic child. Only when she is presented with a new and exciting obstacle or trinket [ and let's not forget sleep ] will she revert back to her high energetic, annoying self.
M E M O R I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Abram Lennox [brother like figure](deceased) † ➽➽➽ Orlan Thorne [ex-business partner] ➽➽➽ Kaeler Clifton [cousin] ➽➽➽ Andry Io [father](unknown?) ➽➽➽ Valria Hastings - Io [mother](unknown?)
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology" ➽➽➽ Special form of "morphing" - which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data. ➽➽➽ Can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance ➽➽➽ Can control specific electrons and instruct them which items to engage or disengage and may be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts ➽➽➽ Athletic enough to get a job done. Just don't ask her to marathon sprint to the other side of the planet. Skilled enough to run in 6in heels if that tells you anything. ➽➽➽ Extremely charismatic. Annoyingly so. Calixta just draws people in to her orbit. Even if they don't want to be there. It's why she's so successful when it comes to attracting and pulling people in close - watch her and you never see what her hands are doing~
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Can’t control purely mechanical objects which possess no electronic or ferrous components - there HAS to be some kind of electronic component in order for her to use and manipulate and control ➽➽➽ Requires close proximity to the object being manipulated ➽➽➽ Absolutely powerless away from modern society ➽➽➽ Weakened by users who can nullify technological powers - such as water and other electrical abilities; fire too ➽➽➽ Can't really manipulate the technological device if it's broken, damaged or too old ➽➽➽ Manic, psychotic almost bi-polar episodes that hit at the most inopportune times, often resulting in someone getting hurt and it isn't her. ➽➽➽ Constantly hungry. This girl spends the majority of her income on food alone. Eating upwards of 7 times a day. ➽➽➽ Anyone that shows her any interest; whether in the form of friendship, family dynamic or even romantic in nature - she gets pretty attached. She is untrusting at first, but she's never experienced true dynamics such as those and craves them. Though her ideas of them are zero.
R E S U M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Calixta has found herself working a multitude of odd jobs here and there throughout her life. ➽➽➽ When she was younger, she was a courier for the people that lived in the small, close quarters of the Solstice Heights apartment complex and surrounding shops. From there, she traded in delivering messages to delivering messages. She was also tasked with being the scout, pickpocket and of course her favorite the distraction! During one of these messages an explosion went off too soon and she was caught in the aftermath. Thus resulting in her loss of limbs and hospitalization. ➽➽➽ She was a commentator for the Nerge Arena; and then subsequently a fighter in order to pay off the 'debt' she owed Nerge overlords for stealing their business. When it was proven not once, not twice, but three times that she can hold her own against the opponenets they set before her --- each ending with them splattered on the opposing wall --- they cleared her debt. She hasn't been seen around the arena as of late ➽➽➽ Technically, she finds business within the Glitter Bars. Whether it's as a dancer, DJ or bartender she doesn't care. She just enjoys being surrounded by other warm bodies. Not to mention, any and all positions allow her to gather all the intel she could want on her next unsuspecting donors. ➽➽➽ Since she's discovered her new techno control affinity, she has used it to it's fullest. Never one to squander her talents.
Not a lot is known about Calixta Io; aside from her name from before her stint in the hospital when she was 13. No memory, no ID, not a lot to go off of - not really - hell, no one to even claim the girl. The only reason she was even admitted into the hospital in the first place - more like dumped outside the ER - was some of the ragtag gang she was with felt some kind of guilt. They left a note safety pinned to her clothes with just her name scribbled on it. The staff believed that the causes of her injuries were not only explosion and gang related, but also partially self-inflicted.
When she did finally wake from her coma, she was all better and in one piece; for the most part. During the 'accident', as everyone around her came to call it, she had lost both her left leg and left arm - both having been replaced by the newest prosthetics that they could afford to implant on this random, strange child. Along with new limbs, Calixta was informed about the skull and brain damage she suffered and therefore there were also biometric measures put in place with her skull on the hopes to regulate and prevent any long term sustaining damage. For future purposes. Though that did nothing for the damage already taking effect; the explosion jostled her enough to bring underlying mental illnesses to the surface and the hospital was experiencing it first hand.
As she was being housed in the hospital her personality began to shine through to everyone and it was at that point that the mass majority realized they were not equipped to handle the unstable, now, 14 year old girl. From her manic swinging episodes to her self destructive tendencies to her hysterical laughter as she raced around the halls setting fires to anything and anyone that got in her way - the hospital had no choice but to place her in an asylum type home where they felt she would be best treated and taken care of. Unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned. Seeing as how there was no income to supply the home for housing this child; they weren't running a charity for Tznergorg's sake - the asylum ended up dumping her out on the streets. It was there that she delved - back - into the gang and drug scene making a living of hustling people outta their valuables and assisting in small time heists. Eventually joining up with a few groups here and there. Flitting between them all; never really finding her niche. Calixta was never in one place for too long. The voices she experienced and her general actions always dictated for her to be constantly on the move. It was as if she never ran outta energy.
Due to her presence when it came to getting in trouble and the fact that this girl has a ton of things going wrong for her in all the right ways - the second in command of one of the groups; Block C's very own '437', took a liking to her and acted as an older brother to her. They were thick as thieves and she flourished within the gang; able to swindle the best of them and when she couldn't she was lithe and athletic enough to squeeze outta those tough places. If she didn't resort to violence first, that is...
Her favorite past time, the place where you would always find Calixta was at the Nerge; a place for locals and aliens alike to come and spectate fights of the most brutal. Typically between prisoners or criminals, hell, even people looking to earn some extra cash. At any time during the day or evenings she found herself there - hoping to one day test her luck and compete though ultimately to make Calixta a household name. She had always been interested and in love with the Nerge, making sure to stop by and watch the matches that she could. Commentating to her rough and tumble fellow outcasts, making them laugh and enjoy the sport more and more. Eventually she garnered a following. Strangers who only knew her through whispered booths and back alley dealings - the girl with the crazy colored hair that commentates with such energy that it must be a power. At the time she didn’t think anything of it - it was just her. Calixta has never been one to lay low nor to sit still for very long; it's happened once or twice. Instead she would much rather be jumping up and down as she relayed play by play actions taking place in the Arena around them. Large gatherings around her enjoying the show around them and the show she was providing them.
Soon enough, those that run the arena, picked her up and offered her to try her luck. She wasn't the best for business at the ticket booth, since a lot of the passer-bys were just sitting around listening to her instead of buying merch. She couldn't refuse. Not like she wanted to. Calixta has competed in a few rounds within the arena. She has won each of her skirmishes in the arena. And because of that has "paid off" her debt the Nerge overlords. She knows her limit, contrary to popular belief - she knows she can't win 'em all and therefore stays away from the Nerge's battles unless otherwise inclined.
Calixta got her wish and has accomplished her dream of being a household name alright, there isn't a person within a 30km radius that doesn’t know of the loud mouthed, overly excitable, maniacal announcer; Calixta Io.
Calixta was in Tarkari Square, causing her normal bit of chaos when the explosion took place. She wasn't prepared. No one was it seemed. But the explosion was almost like music to her ears; it brought about so many different feelings of elation and excitement as well as drudging up some unpleasant memories of the pain of losing her limbs. When she came to; the world around her was thrown into a type of chaos that she hadn't been privy to in some time.
It wasn't until she touched a vending machine and it started spitting out items like a rocket launcher did she realize something strange happened to her in that blast. Instead of freaking out like a lot of people would in her situation, she instead had the brilliant idea of testing her new ability on other technology. All of which acted accordingly to her will - most of the time. This was definitely something she could exploit.
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat
➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses
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Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne.
Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse.
Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents.
In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants
Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it.
She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.
‣ Hair: Naturally long, mocha brown ‣ Eyes: Hazel ‣ Height: 5'5 ‣ Body Type: Slim, toned, athletic ‣ Style: ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ‣ Scars, Tattoos, and Piercings: Belly button, nose, ear lobes are pierced 2x per ear
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bratty ║ Social ║ Hard-Working ║ Extroverted ║ Tease ║ Unfiltered ║ Ultimately a sub ║ Tends to never learn her lesson ║ Stubborn║ Creative
L I K E S // D I S L I K E S
Likes
‣ Sour Patch Watermelon Flavor Lollipops ‣ Night Life ‣ City Lights at 2am ‣ Spanking ‣ Collars ‣ Teasing ‣ Being the Center of Attention ‣ Showing Skin ‣ Over Stimulation ‣ Being Taken Care Of
Dislikes
‣ Slow paced...anything ‣ Boredom ‣ Being or Using Speaker Phone ‣ Not Getting Off ‣ Having to Do All the Work ‣ Being Ignored ‣ Fisting ‣ Dismissed As Unintelligent ‣ Being Alone for Too Long ‣ When Her Limbs Fall Asleep
B I O
Boston native. Knows the city like the back of her hand. Has a love of sports - baseball specific. Father was / is a Boston cop. Mother was / is an interior designer? Is a very good bartender. Uses her connections to get her into places. Works odd jobs as a bartender for special events through the hotel - and some outside of it. Needs help getting through university - has picked up many many shifts and odd jobs hoping to scrape by enough money. It's taking a toll on her honestly. Graphic design and Communication design is what she's striving for, she even practices and utilizes her knowledge to brand and market her and The Hawthorne - among other things - to improve and garner more traffic and attention / customers. So far so good. Has a list of exes - all of them not able to completely give her what she's looking for. Either too soft or too rough and nothing to balance her out. Most of them she was required to take the reigns and she just wants someone to take care of her. Someone who will also just put her in her place. Is that too much to ask?
O T H E R
Madison Beer ║ 567BDF
‣ Birthday is 11/18 ‣ Handle for all her online profiles ║ VegaNixxx ‣ She is a student at Massachusetts College of Art and Design ║ Going for a degree in Communication & Graphic Design ‣ Works as a Bartender at The Hawthorne Speakeasy inside The Hotel Commonwealth
Hip Hop and Punk music blasting in the apartment. A vile of "poison" around the neck. Finds himself wandering the streets, the halls and the corridors on campus, no destination in mind. Cocky and thinks that he’s the best. Because he is. Duh. Always sports a leather jacket. Plotting revenge is a favorite past time. Sweet and charming one second then cutthroat the next. Life plans laid out since birth; though if you were to ask him he'd give a shrug and flip you off. Don't ask him. He doesn't know what he wants. Just that it isn't what his family wants. Lives for the thrill of the chase. He's the wolf, no questions asked. Rough sex anyone? Domination is key. Rebel without a cause. Mediocre grades due to lack of care. Sharp tongue and clear intentions. Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out. Don’t ever get on his bad side.
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The peach blossom is considered a flower that shares its beauty with the other flowers of the same tree, so they are given a meaning of generosity and true love (not possessive love). The peach blossom is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate, and not in line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. As time passed his rowdy days were traded in for nonchalance and carried into a dating lifestyle that has left him with a host of very upset ex-girlfriends.
Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against Ho-Jun. It isn't his fault his father and mother place these unrealistic expectations on all their kids. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on him rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he saw fit whenever he wanted.
Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand with one another. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. He's always been entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently, Jin just likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - not to mention it's what everyone deems an "appropriate creative outlet".
He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head and that he is not the same person he was then. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be outgrown so easily. Jin is very personable and charismatic and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out somewhat and switched gears into a more nonchalant phase; where he almost seems impassive or just meh about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces.
Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On strictly that, don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. HOWEVER, that isn't to say anything negative about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked and filled to the brim with anything that could be wanted. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company.
Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...
𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Tlalli " Lalli " Teotl 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 27 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of a strip club; The Jade Jaguar
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
Charismatic
Vivacious
Ambitious
𝑩𝑨𝑫
Impatient
Self Indulgent
Unapologetic
𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦
To be loved. Actually, truly loved. Never having to worry of being used and tossed aside as she has been for the last so many years. Love for the sake of love and not for anything else.
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Trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness. She fears that the ones she is closest too are using her for her talents and gifts and therefore keeps everyone at arms length. Never truly trusting anyone and their intentions. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Tlazōlteōtl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Filth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Huaxtec - Aztec
𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
Highly sought after among her people, Tlazōlteōtl inspired many a new vicious desires all the while being the one to forgive and cleanse those sins. It was a delicious cycle. They would come to her, seeking pleasure, basking in their sinful desires before the glory of battle and then the morning after, before taking off to war they would seek her forgiveness. Praying to her for her to bless and purify them. All of which she would bestow, a whispered promise to see them again when they returned. However, just as easily as she could be enjoyed and her sin encouraged, she was still a Goddess who would afflict those around her with diseases should they ever indulge themselves in things they shouldn't. Though, she would be remiss if she didn't encourage the sinful nature of mortals all for the sake of devouring them; thus purifying the poor soul in the process. Through this she helped create harmony within the communities. A lonely life to only be sought after, used and then forgotten. Until the next time.
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
Tlazōlteōtl couldn't have been more elated to be walking among those that worshiped the ground of which she walked. Basking in the lust and unwavering adoration to her, their Goddess of Purification and Sin. It hit differently, now that she was physically there, a higher being among mortals. Taking on the same skin as them, flesh of the Earth. Bound to everything the world has to offer and in such a permanent way. After a time, it all began to grow stale. It didn't help that her most devoted were soon wiped from the face of the soil she now called home. And a time, her wrath plagued the area of which they used to reside. Time has now passed since, and though her anger is far from smothered, she is at least bolstering it to mingle with the mortals still around.
Sin isn't going away any time soon, so she's noticed, and with the ever changing times new desires crop up at the drop of a hat. Though with all the lust and desires that come creeping up to her, she is without true companionship and love. A void located within her chest. She's taken many a lover throughout her time on Earth - many - though the tendrils of desperate loneliness strangle her soul, squeezing until it's too difficult to breathe. She's resided herself to the notion that she may never be more than anything but a sin eater and though it is far from what she desires, she has learned to push past it. To a degree. For now, she does what she does best, having obtained an old strip club from a longtime customer of her own services, bring out the filth of those around her and take their guilt and applying a more favorable purification on their aching souls.
If anything, Tlazōlteōtl is getting her fill, and business is booming.
My son, nopil, never was there a mother who was more proud of their child than i am of you. you brought our people such sustenance. Centeotl was very important to the Aztecs and their culture. a young god - but nonetheless vital. bringing forth the maize so that they could survive and thrive. Lalli had never loved anyone or anything in the way that she loved and adored her only child. he was her everything. she was finally able to love and be love wholly. until the day, after being condemned to their current, mortal selves, he was killed. the amount of grief that consumed the goddess was insurmountable and for a time a couple of decades at least she mourned. going on benders, ranging from drink and drug to outright violent acts of rage... all in the company of one Ares. it was the first official bonding experience for the two of them. and through him and their mutual grief and acceptance for the most part she was able to push forward. doesn't mean she misses him any less. though, she did get revenge on the one who killed her child. "saniyo uikpa yeika achiueyak se ihkuak tikpia loaned teuantin nik sese okse. achto timeetkeh oksepa..." | "only for so short a while you have loaned us to each other. before we meet again"
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Little brother, iccauhtli, picking petals are you...? they have a pretty solid relationship all things considered. typical sibling rivalries and spats galore, poking fun at one another until they're both laughing messes; never failing to come back together by the end of it all. but no one picks on him but her. someone whom she loves with her every fiber, but will also argue with until the world collapses on itself. always seeking him out when she can, always the big sister, the tehueltiuh. he doesn't so much as need her but she's not one to listen to his complaints. the subject of debate between the two of them is how they both seem to own and operate similar styled clubs. and so close to one another as well. Lalli likes to pull the older sibling card whenever she can in order to win the arguments. has even suggested combining the two clubs at some point. maybe it will happen? who is to say for certain...
XOLOTL XOLOTL
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Big brother, icpol, you have dirt under your nails... probably the most solid of the aztec siblings. they are closer with one another, having experienced their fair share of being overlooked for the more favorable of the gods. looking at you, quetzalcoatl however that doesn't mean he isn't exasperated by her and her antics and mannerisms from time to time. she does that to people. he's always willing to offer up his services to her at the drop of a hat; something she hasn't needed to utilize for quite some time but never fails to bring her a sense of comfort nonetheless. secrets laughed about loudly at the expense of others with them two at the center of it all. they would make a fearsome duo should the need arise. for now, she's content with business as usual. never one to miss their weekly visits, always greeting with some knowing twinkle in her eyes.
the best damn bartender Lalli has ever laid eyes upon. it helps that she's easy on the eyes. Lalli wouldn't deny that there is a certain allure to Hathor that originally attracted her, but she's never been one for subtlety to begin with. however, Lalli enjoys the goddess' presence it brings her unimaginable calmness. it's often that she seeks the wisdom and guidance of the Mistress of Life - hoping and sub-sequentially praying that she can help the Filth Goddess with finding true love. always taking the words to heart. they get along swimmingly and Lalli would be remiss to not call Hathor her best friend and closest confidant.
ANUBIS ANUBIS
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an unlikely pair when first glance comes their way. however, the two of them get along just fine. and it's all thanks to Imentet, truly. if it hadn't been for her meddling the two would have strayed apart. Anubis doesn't take too well to social situations, but that is where she thrives most. so she sits and listens to him go on and on about how he doesn't truly need to have a license or have gone to school in order to judge people - he's been doing it for a millennia! and although it might annoy a lot of the others, Lalli absolutely agrees. who better to know about their jobs than the gods who designed the systems? they bond a lot over tea within the walls of the Little Marjoram. she just keeps a lot of her side businesses out of his ears if she can help it...
IMENTET IMENTET
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the one who grabbed Lalli by the shoulders and threw her into the fire. not literally, but she might as well have. being the owner and operator of her own tea shop that Lalli finds herself visiting four out of the seven days of the week. usually to catch up or gossip about the clients that stroll into the Jaguar during the week. it was because of Imentet, that Lalli even has a relationship with a lot of the other Egyptian pantheons. and for that, she is quite thankful. it helps that Imentet is easy enough to get along with. another one whom she keeps her side businesses hush hush around...
big bad boss man. well, sorta. Lalli has no official qualms with the god, but she definitely prefers dealing with Ares. Hades hardly steps foot into the Jade Jaguar unless it's a matter of the utmost importance. otherwise he can't be bothered to stop by for a drink and a dance.
PERSEPHONE PERSEPHONE
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sweet flower of a being. Lalli heard the rumors and stories circling the goddess and she feels... something along the lines of sympathy for her. however, it isn't something she goes around truly acknowledging. everyone's gone through some sort of hell since this all began... so, she actively ignores it. Lalli enjoys the life that Persephone brings and the flowers she cultivates and sells alongside the hot bean water. it warms her soul. not to mention, she makes for good company and enjoys the music she produces. to a certain degree.
POSEIDON POSEIDON
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always welcome within the walls of the Jade Jaguar. Lalli adores the god of the seas. she takes it upon herself to truly care for his bumbling ass. well, she dumps him on Hathor any chance she gets, but she does enjoy his company and the nonsense he spouts off when he's a few drinks in. she secretly listens to his podcasts but pretends she doesn't... but she hangs on to every words he says about all the cryptids - she likes listening to him talk. whether to her or to the dancers it's always entertaining.
ARES ARES
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the best damn 'partner' she's ever encountered. the two of them go waaaaay back. when she lost her only child and he lost the love of his life - they were two weary souls hurting and going through turmoil. what better way to cure an aching heart? with gratuitous drink and sin and destruction. once the dust settled, they were then brought back together by illicit and illegal business. what had originally been thought to start off as a mutually beneficial business exchange was actually just a way for the small seeds of friendship, that had taken root many years before, to spread and grow into a close knit bond. they meet frequently. if not for just all around shenanigans and pure fuckery than it's for business. not that Lalli minds. she enjoys the War God's company in all forms.
ATHENA ATHENA
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there isn't a whole lot to say in regards to the wisdom and war goddess. though there are similarities within the deep recesses of their titles and what they could do and have done to the mortals - even the other immortals - Lalli doubts that Natalia would see it the same way. Both of them are on opposite sides of the law. they can be seen squaring up to one another, always trying to extract or catch the Jade Jaguar in the midst of something shady and illegal all in the hopes of catching Ares or better yet Hades. so far... it's been in vain. who knows what the future holds for the detective...
DIONYSUS DIONYSUS
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what isn't to like about this party loving dude? he's part of the greek frat boys and therefore has some kind of connection with Lalli and her den of sin. how could he not when he isn't too far from the vices himself. aside from knowing the same circle of people and seeing him make an appearance in her establishment, they don't have many encounters. however, Lalli isn't above trying to recruit him as well as dancer or promoter for her club.
HERACLES HERACLES
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frat dude and all around party-goer. he's the promotional poster golden boy for the Jade Jaguar. and someone Lalli enjoys having around. not only for the business he brings in, though that helps, he's the life of the party made flesh. a flirtatious relationship bordering on professional, she isn't above rules and moral ambiguity such as "not sleeping with employees". things like that are trivial and are put in place strictly to be broken. right? and who better to help cultivate that sinful debauchery he's got following him around than the owner herself?
HERMES HERMES
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the epitome of fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me - as the old saying goes. isn't that right? so long ago, hermes had asked for her help in a long con. the catch? they needed to be romantically involved. simple enough, seeing who they were. however, she broke the one rule of no feelings. it had all just felt so real and she wanted it to be real more than anything. though, when the con ended, so too did their pseudo relationship, thus resulting in a slighted and heartbroken goddess. what's even worse, is he doesn't even realize exactly what he's done. somehow that makes it so much worse. but it isn't like she's going to bring it up. so, she dances around the feelings aspect anytime they're in the same room as one another. which is often, seeing as he likes to use her establishment when working a new mark. she doesn't mind. not really. but her exterior expression would say otherwise. she tries to be salty and petty and just an overall bitch to him. but she can't. not when he gives her those sweet, puppy eyes - she's a goner. Hermes can literally get away with anything when it comes to her.
it's a love hate relationship between the two of them. Shango is more than welcome to use and utilize the amenities of the Jade Jaguar; but Lalli's charity only goes so far before she's going to come and collect. however, that time is not yet. so, for now, she's content with letting him sleep in the booths of the club after hours and serving him drinks and what food they can. they grate on each other's nerves, but so far it's all been empty threats.
YEMOJA YEMOJA
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she is someone who is always welcome within the establishment. offering to take in Yemoja and her followers - for a time. Lalli has a soft spot for the woman of the night and the coven she leads and so anytime she can help her out, Lalli does so. their interactions are pleasant enough for them and those around them.
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𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Coley "Coco" Merkouri [Naxos] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 twenty four 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 model & rebellious party go-er
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
Magnetic
Boisterous
Revelrous
𝑩𝑨𝑫
Chaotic
Voracious
Rebellious
𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦
Live life to its fullest. Take all the chances this existence brings about, instill some chaos into the mortal realm. Wreck havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for?
𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦
To be stuck in a constant state of ... blah. To being content with being a sheep among the masses. Living a humdrum day to day life as a ... mortal. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Comus will not be that person. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Comus | Κῶμος 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of festivity, revels, anarchy & chaos, nocturnal dalliances. The child and cup-bearer of Dionysus 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek
𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
Comus | Κῶμος doesn't remember her childhood. Just that it must have happened. Coming into existence for the sole purpose of bearing the cup; THE CUP, to her father, Dionyusus. A life of luxury. Or so most mortals, and even demi-gods would believe. Though, as the decades spanned into centuries and so on and so forth, the task of holding the drink of the drunk guy at the party was not something that Comus reveled in any longer. Bringing about anarchy and chaos when she finds herself bored or slighted. Stemming from the insanity of her old man. Like father like daughter, she s'pposes.
Comus was the child of a literal man-child. It was ... an interesting time, to say the least. She learned many a thing from her father; whom she's almost positive has no idea that she is his own seed made flesh. Tips and tricks on how to host festivities, to hold one's wine. Her favorite pastimes included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured by her charismatic nature. Those she had cultivated into her own perish of devotees. She was always a generous host, partaking in the revelries every chance given. Never one to pass up a good time. No matter the situation, consequences or cost...
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
Chaos and Revelry go hand in hand. So long as it's Comus' hands. Which is what she was partaking in when most of the Gods were banished from Olympos. Not really one to bring down the mood of a good party, she went with the flow, basking in the afterglow of the merriment, dalliances and other debaucherous acts taking place in the realm of mortals. Normalcy was never something that appealed to the Goddess, and so while being banished from whatever home she had once had, she began a very nomadic lifestyle. Always seeking the next bigger and best thing. Anything to keep up her spirits. Or, if she was feeling too bored, something that required her undivided chaotic attention.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly
And Comus thrives in the chaos she descends upon the world.
Throughout the years, wandering the earth, Comus - now Coley - flitted through the changing seasons, adapting to the times. Festivities were still going strong, even during that one point in time where everyone seemed to die off cause of some plague... Coley made sure to stick to the countryside for that one. Europe was an awful place at the time. She doesn't recommend. But the Renaissance!? She thrived among the party-goers and midnight rendezvous, posing for many an artist and sculptors; bringing life to the Gods they so cherished, even this far east from her homeland. After some time, she realized that all forms of mediums would require a subject matter and so she offered herself up to those who needed a muse. For a price and for a time. Until she got bored and moved on.
Phoibe has never had an issue fitting in among the masses. Always sparking the initial life of the party, before passing the torch to someone in need of the limelight and going off to enjoy the excess for herself. But while she's been... "in the moment" of bacchanus occasions, she's caused more chaos than sometimes she likes to admit. Resulting in her having a wrap sheet of somewhat petty offenses. Murder may or may not have been among them. But it's not like she's wholly to blame for those. Anarchy comes with a price. Some were not willing to pay... Though time and time again she's found herself growing closer, in distance, to her old man. They seem to always find one another, even without meaning too. Though, she still doubts he even remembers her and her role in his previous life. Not that she cares. Why would she? She's done just fine with only his tutelage to refer back on.
It was very, very easy to uproot herself along with the obelisk, not like she had anything permanent to hold on to. However, she is noticing a lack of party scenes, not like there were on the east coast. There is, however, her fellow brethren to add some excitement into her current existence. Something they have dabbled in for quite some time. She's here for a good time... and quite a long time it seems. Might as well make the most of it.
sweet, beautiful flower child - one that she enjoys company with and tries to corrupt at all times. all in good fun of course. she wouldn't wish any harm or negative actions to befall her most favored grandmother~ Coco missed out on a lot of bonding time back in the old days. so, now that they are together at last, and know of each other's existence, they spend a lot of time together. cuddle puddles courtesy of Hypnos and flower crowns for days. expect to find Coco relaxed and just chilling laying in her lap and enjoying the feeling of her fingers through her locks. one of the few people that she can be calm and still around and be content with it all.
HADES HADES
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what isn't to love about the big bad ruler of the underworld? yeah, sure. OK he's got a few skeletons in his closet - but, Coco ain't a saint either. besides. they're greek. who among them doesn't? however, there is very little Coco wouldn't do for her grand-paps. having announced her lineage to him one day by waltzing into his office, plopping down in his chair and proclaiming she's his granddaughter was an epic way to begin their relationship. and she wouldn't have it any other way. is a little perturbed that he didn't show her any love in their old lives. though, she can't be too angry - it's not like he knew
DIONYSUS DIONYSUS
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daddy dearest. she's spent her life resenting him, at least somewhat. there was that stint of time where she followed him like a good servant and student would follow their master. however, it doesn't change the fact that he didn't acknowledge her as his own. something that she didn't mention to him either - so it's on her too. but still! she can't be too furious with the guy. she learned so much from him that carried over into her own abilities and titles that the mortals worshiped her for. not to mention, he isn't the worst person to kick it with. she would even go so far as to say... fun. but don't tell him that. it would probably just feed his ego. she thoroughly enjoys his company and the wise wisdom he provides her on the stupidest shit. Coco cherishes it regardless. she definitely tries to drink him under the table. they should probably keep score on that...
HYPNOS HYPNOS
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the first to know of Coco and her true identity before all. and though she comes to find this out later, she isn't upset by the knowledge. he is a primordial after all. even with all of this he is one of her closest confidants going to one another to enjoy and bask in some snuggle, cuddle parties. especially when she's on the verge of unconsciousness like she is prone to doing on a regular basis. it's him who she turns to - if he doesn't take initiative and drag her to his home - and there they collapse in his pitch black room and sleep. he provides the best place to relax - in more than one way poppies anyone? the best comfort support system. he's sometimes a little too against her and the party squads shenanigans, but he'll come around...
HERMES HERMES
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prank master general. at least within the Greek pantheon. normally these two wouldn't ever hang out alone with one another. always accompanied by #thebois or other members of the pantheon family. though, there are the times where one will get a prank idea rolling around in their mind and seek the other out for their assistance. heck, Hermes has even offered to take her under his wing and teach her the ways of conning gambling. he even brought her to her first game of poker. where they successfully swindled a wealthy czar outta an estate in the attica islands. it was a shame they weren't able to enjoy it for long before being condemned to the obelisk. but, they always have greece. and all the swindling they be doing throughout the years.
HERACLES HERACLES
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what isn't to enjoy when it comes to the mighty Herc? another model like herself, they pose a lot together, helping get those likes and status points that
APOLLO APOLLO
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sunny deposition ain't got nothing on the truth. that 'Pollo is just as bright as the sun and will make you feel nice and warm in the process. talented chef of the party squad, he makes sure they all get to eat something that didn't come out of the microwave. also great when you want a lil sun on an ever typical cloudy Seattle day. Apollo is one of Coco's closest friends and she loves being able to look to him for an extended good time. the old adage goes, never kiss and tell - but, she's all about the fun and there's no fun in not trying...
what is there to say about this bombshell of a woman? other than she's badass and sexy and smart and just.... sigh. Coco is enamored to say the least when it comes to her bestest best gal friend. the party is always on when they get together. which is almost all the time. Ben is in charge of filming everything and posting it to social media. how else is Herc gonna get them likes? they totally have made out among other more salacious things. however, seeing as the two of them are not beings who can be easily tied down to one person, place or thing, they have decided it's best to approach whatever it is they have to strictly not strings or feelings attached. if that's the case then whyyyy does Coco constantly feel a slight tug whenever she sees Ben out and about with others... thus resulting in Coco also seeking the company of others. but she doesn't want to get left behind or forgotten again. but it also feels like something else. it's not like their exclusive or anything ha ha haa...
Coco absolutely loves to poke at the Yoruban god of fire. anything to get him riled up. because it's fun. but also because she likes being a dick to him. she's enjoyed being that way since the days of old.
YEMOJA YEMOJA
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YEMOJA; being a part of the Yoruban pantheon is something of a saddening experience for Coco when it comes to the goddess of the oceans, because to Coco, she seems like she would be great to have around for a fun time. Alas, the whole incident(s) from the past... it wasn't even truly the greeks fault... stupid romans but ya know, semantics and all. though, to be completely honest, she was there. might have even lead an army or two. she can't really remember. she's had a lot to drink since then. like... a lot. so, to get them together and to be civil with one another, it's just a lot to ask of Coco.
𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Arik Börson 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 49 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 'Retired' Business Magnate
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
Courageous
Voracious
Adroit
𝑩𝑨𝑫
Stoic
Tenacious
Ruthless
𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦
To seek out all the knowledge the world has to offer. To obtain to unobtainable. To be able to prevent such a disaster as the erection of the Colossus from ever taking root within the Nine Realms and lording it over the different pantheons and the immortals that reside within them. To destroy the Colossus.
𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦
The end of days. Ragnarök. It's not so much a fear as it was when he first learned of the inevitability. However, a millennia or so has passed and though it isn't as prevalent within the forefront of Odin's mind, it is still there. He fears that, upon looking at his fellow counterparts of the opposite pantheons, he will, or rather has, become a lot like them in their relationships with their children. The absentee, the neglectful, the bane of their existence. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Odin 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 ⋗ Allfather 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse
𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
In most texts, Odin was depicted as a long-bearded, one-eyed man wearing a broad hat and a cloak, wielding his spear, Gungnir. Something that never failed to make the Allfather smile in mirth upon listening as he sat among the midgardians. However, if he ever did make his face appear to the mortals, and wanted them to knowit was him, Odin made sure to appear as they thought he looked. In his never ending quest to obtain wisdom and knowledge, he sought out Mimir, an extremely wise god in his own right. Mimir possessed the well Mímisbrunnrl; beneath one of three roots of Yggdrasil, said that the waters contained substantial wisdom and knowledge, and if someone drank from the well they would also gain wisdom. Though, Mimir required that whosoever shall drink from the well sacrifice one of their eyes. Odin agreed. A small price to pay for the pursuit of understanding.
Not too terribly long after was Mimir giving counsel to another Aesir god; cheating out the Vanir, was seized and beheaded and then his head sent to Asgard. Upon receiving, Odin took the head, embalmed it with herbs so that it would not rot, and spoke charms over it, which gave it the power to speak to him and reveal to him secrets. He planned on keeping his counsel wherever he went. Anything to have a leg up on information on the other worlds.
Ruling from his throne Hlidskjalf, he was able to observe all that happens in the nine realms. Accompanied by the wolves Freki and Geri, to whom he gives his food for he himself consumes nothing but wine, the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard, eyes ablaze like a frozen lake with a fire burning bright beneath it's sheet, Odin ruled over Asgard with an iron fist clad in gold. Though his intentions were noble in all but results. His pursuit of knowledge and wisdom,His intentions were noble, but misguided, and he genuinely wanted what was best for his people and the realms as he sought to prevent Ragnarök (an event that would go on to kill myriads of innocent people including the Aesir and the Vanir) from happening. Centuries of reigning undisputed with unlimited power as well as a lifetime of failed trials however, had gradually hardened him to the point where he was unable, or perhaps, unwilling to accept that his actions and the actions of his fellow Aesir was having a negative effect and was in fact leading them all ironically into causing the very disaster that he was trying so long to avoid.
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
With the appearance of the Colossus, Odin and the other pantheons were blindsided, metaphorically. Something the knowledge seeker did not appreciate. All the knowledge and wisdom and understanding and he was caught unprepared. He first feared that it was a path of Ragnarök that he had misinterpreted. That must have been it. It was the only logical explanation for this twisted turn of events. And so, Odin's paranoia grabbed a-hold of him tightly, plaguing his mind and the days turned years spent on Midgard among those who worshiped him. ;
Odin spent a lot of his time on Midgard dodging his children, Fenrir and Hel, even his blood brother Loki, all in the hopes to avoid Ragnarök. It wasn't until a few hundred years ago or so that the irrational fears of the end of days and all those involved slowly dispersed from his mind. During those times in which paranoia was all but fleeting, his primal war like urges surfaced and he found himself amidst the bloodied and tired and torn. There were times that one could look upon a battlefield, among those that believed in everything under the sun and those that believed in nothing at all, simply mad ramblings of a soldier who just wanted to make it home... just one more... and see his bright, burning blue eyes shine; covered in someone else's blood. He often took pity on the souls that fought and died alongside him and granted their wishes as best as he could in this new form. It wasn't easy, as there were no Valkyries to come and whisk them away to Valhalla where they would feast for eternity. Moments like those, his mind was calm but his thoughts screamed volumes.
Knowledge is what drove him around the world, amidst the paranoia driven actions, before the Colossus made it difficult to do even that. He became the moniker the midgardians bestowed upon him all those years ago; a traveler. The Traveler. Traversing the entire realm absorbing the teachings of the great minds and putting them to good use; one way or another. However, it wasn't enough for the God. No, Odin craved the interaction among the others like him; other gods - he cared not for which pantheon they belonged to. He saw it as the ultimate cornucopia of insight. Who better to learn new things from than the gods who resided over their own ilk?
Odin was successful in his endeavors and took his learnings and turned it into an empire with which he could live off of. A kingdom among men. An empire built on the collection of secrets and backroom dealings and pouring himself over tomes, scrolls, textbooks, running this body of his ragged just for the mere taste. It all became worth it, when at the turn of the eighteenth century Odin started up an energy company; one that supplied coal gas and coke as well as a publishing house. From there Odin's empire only grew, over the years he was able to establish and run seven other businesses; effectively making the Börson a name known 'round the globe for having their fingers in a number of different pies.
Now, now you can find Arik Börson living it up in "retirement". Though he uses that term loosely. There is always someone somewhere that insists on pestering the Allfather with trivial matters. All of which he is expected to be responsible for and deal with. He will, cause honestly? He detests idle hands. Odin is still a seeker of knowledge and a lot of the times can be found sitting in the back of university classes, absorbing the lessons spouted by midgardians in less than enthusiastic tones, or dancing around his penthouse flat a la Tom Cruise in 'Risky Business'. What does he care? He's retired... he shouldn't be bothered for 'nothing but a good time. TLDR; Odin = Daddy Warbucks, but with a retired Hawaiian shirt and fruity drinks with lil umbrellas and true seeker of knowledge kinda vibe
Good looking gal. Strong willed and temperamental, but she does well by the Allfather. She doesn't have to kick him out of her club, and that's a win in both their books. Besides, he shells out a lotta cash and helps keep the bills paid at the Jade. A win win for the both of them.
The love of his new life. They share some many wonderful experiences together. Seekers of knowledge to the highest degree. For the longest time they sought after one another with passing glances and touches, never truly being together, until recently. A relationship bloomed between the two of them, kept hush hush as per requested from his lady love. However... it's not all it's cracked up to be... tensions have been a little higher than normal for the both of them. Perhaps coming to a head?
PAN PAN
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Two nomads traveling a foreign world were bound to run into each other eventually. A curious soul at heart, Odin took an interest in the Nature God, being the first god of a foreign pantheon he ran into since the fall; Odin sought to speak with him and learn of his domain and his pantheon. Ever the seeker of knowledge. The pair traded stories as they traveled together, Odin quickly seeing similarities between this mischievous one and his own, more familiar trickster. Something that made his soul weary and ache with a type of homesick. However, because of his experience with Loki, Odin knew to be slightly at arms length with Pan; no hard feelings, just live and learn. This young man - at least in mortal form - held his own quick wit, biting sarcasm and an outlook about him that Odin couldn't help but admire and whispered prayers in an ancient foreign language that Pan keep cultivating and stay true to himself. Odin sees him often, but they don't interact as much as the Allfather would like. However, with him now frequenting Rome 1.5 as much as Odin does, it might happen sooner than they think.
Hoe. There was once something there. Many, many, many eons ago. Odin was a different man then. Freya... well, Freya has always been Freya. And she will always do what Freya does best. Hoe.
LOKI LOKI
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Loki, Loki, Loki... where to begin with you? Odin and Loki have been together since the beginning. It was fun, always filling their days with adventure and excitement - of varying kinds. Blood Brothers. Everything changed when the fire nation attacked once Odin foresaw the coming of Ragnarok. Imprisoning, or worse Loki's children has painted an enormous target on the back of the Allfather. Even though Loki has made it abundantly clear what his motives are for Odin, Odin still cherishes him and his counsel with open arms. And a warm bed. Something he often finds Loki occupying; regardless of the denies Loki spews the next morning... It has not gone over well with Themis - something he does feel a lot of guilt over.
HEL HEL
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Daughter of his blood brother and queen of Helheim. A modest title and realm he generously bestowed upon her. Though, she is hellbent on seeing Odin destroyed... he doesn't hate her. He can see where and why she would loathe and detest him, and he doesn't blame her. He wishes that it wasn't so; he would really like to speak with her and learn all that she has to teach him - he's sure that she can - but, alas it is futile. So, he only offers smiles and waves and a general safe distance away from her if he can help it.
FENRIR FENRIR
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The one who will end it all. With Fenrir comes Ragnarok and so the end of Odin. For the longest time, Odin has feared the name Fenrir and all that that name holds. However, as Odin has lived among the mortals for the last, whew, hundreds of years - and thinking that the fall was Ragnarok - he's learned to accept the fate that has been determined for him. It doesn't make him any less weary of the Wolf; but it has given him time to reflect on how it was he had treated his friend and brother's son.
JÖRMUNGANDR JÖRMUNGANDR
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What isn't to say about the anaconda that is Jormungandr? When the fall first took place Jormungandr sought Odin out to ahem ascertain answers to the questions he sought; ones specifically geared towards those that concerned him and his family - rightfully so. Thinking that Odin was a coward for taking action as he did. Now, however, with answers given, all seems... calm? Friendly and cordial even between the two. Their acceptance of Ragnarok aids in their relationship, something that they can bond over for who knows how long. They share conversations over weed based dishes that he cooks up and prepares in his bistro. Sometimes Loki joins.
A great friend and confidant, Odin often times finds himself at Rome 1.5 at least once a week for their get togethers. Every time resulting in Mars inserting himself into the hangouts. Odin doesn't mind. He likes Mars well enough. Their evenings consisting of cigars, fine liquor and just gods shooting the shit. Sometimes, if Odin is lucky, they can convince the others to join in on something completely base of their old ways and just LET LOOSE. Odin has been officially inducted into the Roman pantheon.
MARS MARS
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Another Roman that Odin enjoys spending time with. Having been in business with the Romans - both Mars and Janus - since forever, it was bound to happen that they would form a sort of friendship. Even if that isn't how it originally began. Janus and Odin bonded first with Mars trailing - something Mars likes to whine about. Odin doesn't care. Janus does. He gets along fine with the God of War, something they have in common and discuss at length a lot of the times. The old days, as it were.
➽➽➽➽ Cal is the now owner of Fairehaven Park ever since his father passed not too long ago. It's been in the family as long as he can remember. Something that he's always enjoyed and obsessed over. He used to work for another themed park but quit in order to help run Fairehaven by the time he was 24. Has a shit ton of Renaissance manger experience. ➽➽➽➽ So super helpful and kind and caring. Not just to the visitors and guests, but the cast and crew especially. Is the fun, kooky uncle everyone loves to hang around and see, but cares after everyone like a doting mother hen. ➽➽➽➽ Cal gets into character. He isn't one to play a lead role, he would much rather sit back and enjoy everything else from a position that allows him the freedom to do so. He's also kinda busy with running the whole place too.
➽➽➽➽ Too caring and nice. Sometimes it's a crutch and a lot of the newer cast members have taken advantage of that. He isn't a complete pushover but he does let a lot of things slide. ➽➽➽➽ Gets swept up in the nostalgia of it all, and can sometimes shirk his ownership duties. Though, it isn't like he's going to let the place fail. ➽➽➽➽ He has a bum knee from when he jousted ages ago. He tried to be a knight for Fairehaven... it didn't end well. So, he isn't as spry as he likes to pretend he is. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes
♡ Barbarian Invasion themed weekends are his favorite ♡ Mead! ♡ Tweaking his costume
☒ Falling off horses ☒ His last job ☒ Bills
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Used to work for a different themed park coughcough Disknee coughcough ➽➽➽➽ Always snacking on something, usually sunflower seeds, while walking around the park - always in character, ofc ➽➽➽➽ Every year on the last day of opening weekend, he asks the cast and crew to stay back and have a few drinks and food to celebrate the new season!
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𝓞𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻 Cal Holgersen - obsessed with Medieval times. Used to work a different them park //cough cough the one with the mouse// and grew up going to Ren faires with his dad so he thought to combine the two. Is always there for you if you need some time off or shoulder to cry on. Literally the nicest human on earth. (gustaf skarsgard)
➽➽➽➽ Madame Z is the residential witch Fortune Teller. She has been for the last... well, no one really knows how long. She's just kinda always been there. Z is a welcomed sight and blends seemlessly into the theme that is Fairehaven Renaissance Park. No one really knows her true name or what she does the rest of the year. Such a mystery, that Madame Z. ➽➽➽➽ Z reads fortunes in all shapes and sizes. Tarot, tea, crystal ball and rocks. There isn't anything mystical she can't do. ➽➽➽➽ All fortunes, as well as the items she uses, are sold at her little kiosk next to her shoppe. She hordes all the good shit in the back. You gotta know what to ask.
➽➽➽➽ Will tell someone they will die, at least five times throughout the course of the day. It's just in her nature. Which is... wacky to say the least. ➽➽➽➽ She puts off this witchy vibe that makes something in you unsettled. But she's not really a witch. It's just a persona for the faire. Right. Right? ➽➽➽➽ Z likes to randomly disappear and pop in and out of places around the park. It's creepy if you aren't expecting it. However, she will continue to read fortunes, even away from her shoppe. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Very soft hands ➽➽➽➽ Has a very smoker-esque voice; quite soothing really ➽➽➽➽ Hands are always decorated with jewelry and other paints and accessories
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✥ Madame Z - known as 'Madame Zany' among the other employees, she's a bit of a character. tells at least one customer a day that they're going to die and has gone missing for hours at a time. due to the large amount of makeup she wears and the dark lighting of her 'office' nobody really knows just what she looks like, or how old she is, which has started the rumor that she's a real with and over a hundred years old. (Lady Gaga)
➽➽➽➽ Is the Blacksmith at the Fairehaven Renaissance Park. Has worked there for the last 4 years in that position. Throughout the year, when not working the Faire, he has his own metal working shop where he crafts an assortment of items from jewelry to bobbles and other trinkets that he also brings to the Faire to sell. ➽➽➽➽ He works with both glass and metals. ➽➽➽➽ He typically will create and work with smaller, more decorative items.
➽➽➽➽ Cannot and will not work with wood. He tried once. Just once. He doesn't like to talk about that failure that is wood working. ➽➽➽➽ Loves the idea of weapons and weapon making... still not the best with them though. That's something he's working on IRL. Maybe one day he'll bring it to the park? ➽➽➽➽ He's a ladies man by nature, and that can end up being a little distracting to those attending his classes at the park. Especially if those individuals want to learn and the gawkers are preventing it. Hey, it's not entirely his fault. Though... he is a showoff, so maybe a little. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes
♡ Metal Working ♡ Smell after it rains ♡ Early mornings
☒ Heatwaves ☒ Heartburn ☒ Incorrect handling of materials
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Sweats like crazy ➽➽➽➽ Callouses for days ➽➽➽➽ Extremely delicate touch
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✥ Jonah Kaplan - the heartthrob of the park. has a demo booth where he makes anything from swords to arrowheads to jewelry sold at the gift shop. has workshop classes twice a day where guest to make their own souvenir. popular among the older crowd who just comes to stare at him. too bad ladies, he's kind of taken. it's complicated. (Devran Taskesen)
➽➽➽➽ Clem is THE bar wench of the Faire. She heads the other wenches in the other bars around the park, but can mostly be found weaving among the patrons at The King's Table, where there is a stage towards the back where some tropes perform while patrons eat. Has worked there for the last 10 years, moving on up into her "manager" like position she has now. ➽➽➽➽ Serving others and taking no shit while she does it! This woman is a machine! A well tuned and well oiled machine. However, there are many occasions where she enjoys playing the ditzy bar wench. ➽➽➽➽ Clem is extremely smart. She's trying to finish her law degree after all. Not to mention, she's a mother figure not just to the patrons and the rest of the cast and crew at the Faire. She is a literal mother to her two kids. Sometimes they come and hang out at the park all dressed up. The cast treats 'em like family.
➽➽➽➽ She has a temper problem. But only if it gets to her breaking point. Which is a lot higher than most. Probably because she's a mom and future lawyer? ➽➽➽➽ She LOVES the gossip that makes its way into her bars across the park. There isn't anything she DOESN'T know. You can bet that she will hold it over you, or spread it around. Should she need to ofc. ➽➽➽➽ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes
♡ Corsets ♡ Gossip ♡ Mead
☒ Corsets ☒ Boob sweat ☒ Littering
t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽➽ Accents are always on point ➽➽➽➽ Balance is perfection - but she plays on being a ditz for more tips ➽➽➽➽ Exudes MOM attitude. But like a bad mom kinda fun
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✥ Clementine - real name is Ashley, but that's not very exciting. knows all the secrets. spends her days in the 'tavern' feeding hungry customers and putting out fights. the cast usually hangs out there during their down time and she has gotten to know each and every one. when she's not at the Faire she's busy raising her two kids and taking online classes to get her law degree. (Tamal Kari)
To rule and be revered as he once was. To create and create and create. To reclaim all that is his, because let's face it — he created it all. To rebuilt and repopulate the land, and continue to tinker away at his creations. To then improve on those creations and make them the best they could ever hope to possibly be. All thanks to him, of course.
𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦
The idea that he and his works would be removed from history entirely. He has walked among the mortals for some time now. He knows how their faith has waned and it has not pleased him in the slightest. He refuses to be forgotten, lost to the sands of time. Whether by a so called God Killer or the Colossal itself. Ra will not succumb to death or abandonment so easily. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Ra 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of the Sun order, kings, and sky just him down for everything 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Egyptian
𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
Only Darkness embraced the Primeval Ocean out of which life would come. When the breath of life was strong and ready, the entity called Atum decided it was time for Creation to begin. An island emerged from the water to support this divinity, who manifested itself in the form of Ra, the sun god of Egypt. Ra created out of himself the first gods and from them the Principles of life, namely Osiris, was created; who eventually would rule over the rest of the world—which Ra was busy creating by naming the elements.
The Egyptians of old believed that as the sun god, Ra was to sail across the heavens during the day; emerging from the east in a boat of a different name and by the end of the day his boat was then renamed once more. At the end of the day, it was believed that Ra died and sailed on to the underworld, leaving the moon in his place to light up the world. Ra was reborn at dawn the very next day. The cycle ever continuing. During his journey across the heavens during the day, he fought with his main enemy, an evil serpent named Apep, The Lord of Chaos and in the form of a cat named Mau, Ra defeated him.
Ra spent an eternity creating and creating, expanding and cultivating and perfecting his creations. All in the hopes that they would be as perfect and whole as he. The ancient Egyptians worshiped Ra more than any other god and pharaohs often connected themselves with Ra in their efforts to be seen as the earthly embodiment of their Sun God. Although Ra was highly revered and devoutly worshiped, there are those who suggest he eventually grew weak. A legend tells of how Isis lauds over him healing in favor of his name; where his power resided. However, it was by Isis' own hand that caused him to need her in the first place — Isis gathered Ra’s saliva and created a snake out of it, setting the serpent in Ra’s path and it bit him. Isis wanted his power and eventually, because of the pain he was in, Ra allowed Isis to “search through him” and in so doing, she healed him and some of his power was then transferred over to her.
Ra lived on earth and ruled a glorious kingdom and for a time, this kingdom thrived and men gave Ra the respect due him, but Ra began to grow old, and they mocked him. Ra grew extremely angry when he heard the blasphemy of mankind. He gathered the gods to him to hear their counsel. The gods met in secrecy, so that mankind would know nothing of this meeting. All the company of great gods, gathered around Ra as he told the story of mankind’s insolence. Ra spoke to his father; “Nu, you are first born, oldest of the gods, I am your son, I seek your council. The men that I have created, speak evil of me. They anger me greatly, but I will not destroy them before you have spoken.”
At length Nun answered, saying; “You are a great god, you are greater than I, You are the son who is mightier than his father. If you turn your eye upon the men who blaspheme you they shall perish from the earth.” Doing as Nun had suggested Ra turned his terrible gaze upon the men of the earth and they ran in disarray, hiding in the shadows where the eye of Ra could not harm them.
Again the gods met to give counsel to Ra and they said he should send his eye down among the men so they could not hide. So the eye of Ra, in the form of the goddess Hathor went into the hiding places, striking fear in the hearts of men. Much of mankind was slain. Hathor returned to Ra after the first day as mighty as a lioness. Taking the form of Sekhmet, she declared, “I have been mighty among mankind. It is pleasing to me.” But having tasted blood, Sekhmet would not be appeased.
Ra now realized that Hathor-Sekhmet would destroy the human race completely. Angry as he was he wished to rule mankind, not see it destroyed. There was only one way to stop Hathor-Sekhmet, he had to trick her. He ordered his attendants to brew seven thousand jars of beer and color it red using mandrakes and the blood of those who had been slain. In the morning Ra had his servants take the beer to the place where Hathor would viciously slaughter the remnant of mankind. Ra’s servants poured the beer mixture on the fields. And so, Hathor-Sekhmet came to this place where the beer flooded the fields. Looking down, her gaze was caught by her own reflection, and it pleased her. She drank deeply of the beer, became drunk, fell asleep, and abandoned her blood thirsty quest.
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
The Old Kingdom. Something Ra yearns for in this new day and age. Yet he has successfully paved a way for him and his ilk in this time. Years spent creating and perfecting and honing the only craft he has anymore has led to his triumph over what the Colossus has tried and failed to conquer. What is a stone beneath the sun's beams? Being subjected to all that the mortal plane has to offer; which as Ra has witnessed is a myriad of quiet a lot and not nearly enough. He has been hidden away, too busy with his own plans to reach out to his kin; his creations. Until now. News of a certain someone's death has caused for some concern. It is time for him to reclaim what is his and continue on with the rebuilding of the land.
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𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Angus Aangy O'Malley 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Professor of Poetry Advice Columnist for The Stranger
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
Cunning
Gregarious
Bright
𝑩𝑨𝑫
Over Zealous
Disorganized
Tactless
𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦
Aengus wants nothing more than to be freed from the Colossus, to spread his words of love to all those with an ear to listen. To play his ballads like the romantic rascal he is. To inspire the youth to take charge of their own destinies and forge for themselves a new path through his silver tongue; with poetic licensing of course. Back to a time where all he did was by the whims of himself and no one to tell him otherwise. For now, he's satiated with playing the John Keating role with which he was based.
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His voice to be crushed and his language to be squandered. For those who hear him fail to listen and take his blessings and proclimations in vain. For love to die before it blooms. Aengus wants the world to thrive and flourish in it's own time, sure, but to squash the romantic rebellion that is youth in motion is a sin he cannot forgive. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Aengus Óg 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of fatal love, poetry and youth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic
𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬
Young is the son who was begotten at the break of day and born betwixt it and evening
Aengus Óg; The Irish god of youth, love fatal love at that, and poetic inspiration; attributes that successfully overlapped one another culminating in one form — as youthful love often brought poetic inspiration to those within it. The son of the Dagda, chief of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Boann, Aengus used his cunning and use of poetic language often allowing him to get the better of his elders. Oft times winning him his enemies' properties from under their noses. Aengus was inspired and crafty and used his wit and music to charm women, inspire kings, and slip out of trouble at the drop of a few syllables. He inherited much of his guile and charm from his father, the Dagda and served as one of the chief bards of the Tuatha Dé Danann, athe mighty tribe.
Unlike most pantheons and their strenuous relations with their parental figures, Aengus and the Dagda got along like a pair of thieves. By the time he came of age, Aengus had become quite clever young man — easily taking what he could, when he could. Conspiring with his old man to steal the home of someone from under their nose. Finding loop-holes and exposing them for all they are worth is something of a gift for Aengus. In Old Irish, “a day and a night” could just as easily mean “all days and all nights.” His most memorable recounting of a tale, he enjoys listening and telling the world stories of his exploits, would be the one of his dreams. When a mortal gal infiltrated his slumber, a beautiful creature that capture his attention with ease. He attempted to search for her but all attempts failed. After two years of searching, he managed to locate the maiden—Caer Ibormeith.
On the shores of a lake called the Dragon’s Mouth, Aengus found 150 women bound in chains. At the conclusion of Samhain, the end of the Celtic year (on October 31st), these women would be forced to spend a year as swans. Believing the woman of his dreams to be part of the group, Aengus struck a deal with the women’s captors: if he could recognize his dream maiden as a swan, he could marry her. As soon as the women were transformed, Aengus turned himself into a swan and called out to his love. Upon finding each other, they flew off together and sang a song so beautiful it caused the captors to fell asleep for three days.
However, Aengus is not only a pretty face and has brutally murdered out of rage and of being slighted that giving him the domain of fatal love was not misplaced. Nor should others attempt to recreate the beheading of his brother's wife.
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
When the fall came and snatched him from his homeland, Aengus was furious. He had been taken from the comfort of his lands and tossed into the realm of mortals with nothing to fall back upon. Aside from his gifts, he s'pposes. It was many years of dwelling among those that worshiped him and his kin, that he began to thrive. His words still had effect on those around him—albeit on a smaller scale, but it was something. Aengus could still reach out and touch people with the words that sat on the threshold of his lips and could sing and perform as he always had done. It was not so different from the Before. Except, that he was virtually alone. No more wife of his, with which he poured his heart and soul into. No more teaghlach, no more family. So, he's set about traveling the world, in accordance with the obelisk, the bane of his existence, hoping to one day be rid of the monstrosity and get back to performing the world over as he was meant to do.
Suiton | Water
Katon | Fire
Fūton | Wind
