Aewin

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Xōchiquetzal, Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty & Flowers

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	Camila Queiroz | #87575c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Precious Flower Ichpochtli | The Maiden ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty, Flowers, Crafting & Fertility Also associated with the lunar cycle, weaving, luxury and prostitutes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aztec ❃

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ❃ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes}}

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^{As a goddess of pleasure, Xōchiquetzal can take on the form of a person's sexual desire. The lips are more than for talking, and as such Xōchiquetzal just requires one kiss in order to know that a person's desire is. After obtaining this information, her appearance will change for her target and everyone in the room if she wishes, until Xōchiquetzal decides to change back or kiss someone else. Xōchiquetzal can also later freely change into this form knowing that it is her target's strongest sexual desire.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❃ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Maitea Tlatoa ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid-Twenties (23-25) ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Hollywood Actress during the day Working at Illicit at night

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_{^{Buy her tonight, she's still shining like lightning}}

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲?

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐔𝐖 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Isabel, Ares @Legion02 & Sekhmet @Aewin

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Perhaps it truly had been a mistake to attend the luncheon.

Sweet Macaria, her only ally in a disturbed world. The only Goddess that Sekhmet bonded with on another, a deeper level. The closest thing to a best friend the Egyptian goddess had. Had. Macaria, who had been kind and accepting, the one who supported Sekhmet through her darkest years, now no longer counted amongst the living.

Had.

Tearing her eyes from Macaria to gaze upon the second body hurt just as much. Whispers around her named him Zagreus, but she only knew him as another forgotten name; as the beautiful mortal with so much life in him. Sekhmet choked on her spit, climbing from her seat beside Thor to stagger outside. The smell of blood was too much; it called to her.

She knew she couldn’t remain at the festival any longer in this state. Somehow Sekhmet managed to take her leave, practically throwing herself into her car in her haste to get away from the scene. As she pulled out, her hand dipped into her pocket to pull out her phone and ring the only number that frequented her call history besides Macaria.

The phone rang twice before she heard a familiar voice through the line - a sweet nurse on phone duty sounding infinitely as tired as Sekhmet felt. “I’m going to be early for my shift. I’m already on the way.” She was met with a pause and shuffling of paper on the other line.

“But you still have six hours-”

“Don’t care, I’ll work for free if I have to. Just get ready for the handover in thirty.” Sekhmet clicked the hangup button before tossing the device to the back seat. Any arguments the nurse would have could wait till she arrived. Not that it mattered, there was always a shortage of help in the wards. Nobody would complain about having the extra hand.

The immediate distraction that driving to work provided was welcome. Sekhmet parked in her usual bay before pulling out a fresh set of clothes. The last thing she needed was for people to question the club attire in the staff room.

When Sekhmet finally arrived at the emergency unit, she felt her grief go numb as though someone else was controlling her. She checked the nurse’s station for the list of active cases, anticipating her first case of the shift to be the one to make her forget the events of the day.

Time passed as it always did. People came and left, one way or another.

At night the paramedics rolled in another victim into Sekhmet’s emergency unit. There was no real haste to it. The wound was patched and the victim wouldn’t be bleeding out any time soon. It was a simple stab wound. The victim herself wasn’t too thrilled about that too. She was just frowning as the gurney she was on was wheeled in.

“Female, 27, stabbed in the left thigh with glass. No shards from what we could see. Hasn’t consumed alcohol or drugs. Allegedly.” One of the paramedics said as he passed Sekhmet and handed her the quick notes they had taken. It was mostly about her physical condition and status. She was a remarkably healthy woman.

“I haven’t!” Isabel was quick to retort. The paramedics didn’t acknowledge her complaints as they rolled her into one of the rooms.

Before Sekhmet could get into the room the paramedic quickly stopped her. “She’s an angry one.” He warned.

“She won’t be the first or only in this ward,” Sekhmet deadpanned. She took the notes and gave it a cursory glance but most of her attention was on the woman in front of her. The stab wound had been dealt with by the paramedics, but they couldn’t take any risks. Even the slightest nick to the femoral artery would spell a bloody end for the mortal.

The paramedics left the women in the ward, so Sekhmet started her usual routine. “I need to follow standard procedure, need to make sure you’re not dying.” Sekhmet warned. “You’ll need an MRI scan to see if there is any damage to your muscle tissue, and some blood tests to ensure there are no internal bleeds. But first…” The notes mentioned a regular blood pressure but things could change very quickly at the wards. Luckily the patient - Isabel Markov according to the notes - hadn’t been stitched prior to admission, making things slightly easier. “Can you tell me if you are hurting anywhere else?”

“Did you just really ask me that?” Isabel said with a raised eyebrow but she then quickly let out a sigh and fell back into the bed she was placed on. “My leg hurts like hell-“ She had refused any painkillers in the ambulance. “-but otherwise I’m feeling perfectly fine. Despite what those guys seemed to insinuate I really didn’t take any drugs or alcohol. Even though I could really use a drink.” Not that she was going to get one. In between antibiotics and god knows what else she’d have to take she wouldn’t be allowed to touch booze for two months. That was far too long to process the fact that she had some sort of crazy, psycho, killer sister.

As she laid down she did turn her head towards her doctor. “Hey… you’re not going to call my emergency contact for this right? Really it’s just a little scratch. It just looks bad I think. Lots of blood but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?” There was just a slight hint of desperation in her elsewise fairly neutral tone. She didn’t want her dad to know she got stabbed. It would create too many questions and there was far too much going on already for her to tangle him up now with this as well.

Sekhmet considered her options, pursing her lips in thought. “Can you tell me about the incident? Obviously this isn’t self-inflicted.” She probed instead, before sighing. Angry patients don’t like being questioned and Sekhmet wasn’t in the mood to be annoyed. “I can’t report anything you don’t want me to, but I will need to write up an incident report without your personal details if you don’t want the police or your contact involved.” Perhaps a little comforting, perhaps not. Ms Markov was a grown adult, and if her reports came back normal and nothing developed overnight then… Sekhmet had no choice but to follow her patient’s wishes. Her eyes caught nail wounds on Isabel’s hands that had been cleaned and disinfected by the paramedics on the way, confirming Sekhmet’s suspicions that Isabel had been under stress up until recently. “I won’t call your emergency contact, but I may need to should something happen overnight.”

Isabel let out a sigh of relief when she heard her emergency contact wouldn’t be called. The last thing she needed was for her dad to come rushing in. Isa had far too many questions for him right now to meet him on such unequal ground. She lifted her hands up meekly. The adrenaline was already leaving her. Her body began to feel sore from the fighting. _{“I didn’t do this myself this time.”} She quipped as she felt hazy for a second. The second she heard herself say it she snapped out of it. She pulled herself up to sit upright in the bed. It hurt but she would withstand it. “Right, report.” She quickly changed subject as she tried to appear more awake. “It’s a weird story. I just came into my room and there was some… stranger standing there. One thing led to another and we got into a fight.” She left out the fact that said stranger was some highly trained and blood curdling savage fighter. And that she was her sister in at least some capacity. The cops didn’t need to know that. “I would’ve won if she didn’t stab me! Right then security came in. After that things are a bit.. fuzzy.” She quickly added. She would’ve won if that stranger hadn’t stabbed her. She was sure of that! She always won. She always had to win.

After she said her story she knew she couldn’t hold the upright position on the bed. Slowly she let her fall back again. She felt a bit sleepy. That was probably the blood loss. Nothing she couldn’t fight with some will power. “Not really the five star hotel suite bed I was hoping to sleep in tonight, but I guess there are worse places to have to stay at night.” She said with a faint smile. Then she looked back at Doctor Ayad. “I’ll be alright, right doctor?”

Isabel’s wavering speech and declining consciousness was alarming for Sekhmet, and the swelling around her thigh seemed to be getting worse despite the bandages. Something told her that she didn’t have much time to demand a scan from the radiology department before Isabel’s injuries would turn critical. Her hand hovered over the pressured bandage, her godly essence probing at the wound to seek for internal damage.

There, roughly half an inch of glass embedded deep into her thigh and dangerously close to the femoral artery. As Sekhmet pressed the emergency call button beside Isabel’s bed, she kept her hand against Isabel’s thigh to maintain pressure. “Ms Markov, we need to retrieve this glass shard still in your thigh. You’ll be fine, but because you’ll be under anesthetic I will have no choice but to call your emergency contact.” Sekhmet warned as doctors rushed into Isabel’s ward.

“There’s swelling of the thigh, I can feel an object still embedded. Suspected aneurysm. Send her to the OT, it needs retrieval and stitches.” Sekhmet barked orders as assistants flooded the room. She turned back to Isabel one more time, giving her arm an assuring squeeze. “You’re in safe hands, Ms Markov. Leave it to us.”

“Wait what?” Isabel jolted up when she heard she had to be put under, but was immediately pushed down again by a nurse. “Don’t call him! Really you shouldn’t-“ Her eyes darted around. It was happening fast, but Isabel was used to these kinds of situations. When something escalates this fast all you can really do is go with the flow. She swallowed her last words of protest. Instead grabbed her doctor’s arm and looked her straight in the eyes. “Do me a favor alright. When he comes in, tell him I know about my sister.”

Sekhmet remained in the ward as Isabel’s bed was wheeled out. There wasn’t any time for her to worry for the little mortal when there was so much left to do. Sekhmet wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get involved with petty family drama when her own was enough. She followed the team shortly afterwards, maintaining distance as Isabel was prepared for surgery and only left the viewing room when the anesthesiologist walked in.

Duty calls.

At the nurse’s station, she pulled up Isabel’s admission records, allowing the Goddess to quickly pull up the number of her next of kin - Alexander Markov. As expected, Isabel didn’t want her father to get involved and considering the favor she’d asked of her? Reality television levels of drama could be expected. She dialed the number on the screen and when she heard the call get picked up, Sekhmet got started.

“Good evening, I am Dr. Nadia Ayad from UW medical center. Is this Alexander Markov?”

There was a very long pause coming from the other end.

“Sekhmet?”

“Yes, good, so-” It took a moment for Sekhmet to register exactly what she heard from the other side, having been relying on auto-pilot to guide her through the phone call. The voice was unmistaken on the other end, and her face immediately soured. “Ares.”

It took another moment for Sekhmet to realize exactly why she was on the line in the first place. “You’re Alexander Markov?”

”I am. Why are you calling me?” There was just a slight hint of worry in his voice.

Perhaps it was the result of the day Sekhmet had, or perhaps she was always waiting to get one over Ares. Regardless, with everything fitting into place as it was, she was thrilled. “It appears Isabel Markov is listed here as your daughter, interesting. Is that what you’ve been up to these last-” She paused to read Isabel’s date of birth, “Twenty seven years?”

“Sekhmet.” There was clear exasperation in his voice. “What happened to her?”

“Like father, like daughter, Ares. Getting into trouble where she shouldn’t. Mortals are terribly weak, so easy to break. A single stab wound is enough to send them to the gates of death’s realm.” Sekhmet couldn’t hide the malicious grin any longer, having to turn her body to face the wall so her co-workers couldn’t question her.

Again there was a long pause from the other end.

“It’s good to hear that deep down I am still right about you. I’ll be there promptly.” After that Sekhmet was met with beeping noise only. Ares had hung up.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Krista Müller, Sensa

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Kristina 'Krista' Rose Müller
||- 07^th Apr (21) || Caucasian (German-American) || Female || Raised Christian, Left-Wing || Bisexual || Single -||
^{Virginia Gardener | 598073}

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███████████████████ Written Test   Written Test “I'm very fortunate to have been able to transfer to a good upper secondary school back home in Germany because they allowed me to take an extra class to prepare to apply for Supe universities. Not that my score was the greatest... but the admissions team said it was average so I take that as a win!” ███████████████████ Practical Test   Practical Test “To be honest, no matter how much I trained I had no offensive ability at the time. I was scared going into it thinking I would have to fight but when I heard it was a rescue simulation I was so happy! I just boosted my own senses and anyone working with me to help find the civilians and support them. I left the fighting to the people more capable of it. I think I did really, really well here!” ███████████████████ Essay Topic   Essay Topic “Ah... this might be embarrassing but I tried to convey how music is a universal language and compare that to heroism. Something about how everyone can understand music and it can make someone feel welcome and that's how heroes should be or something. I... think they understood it? That's why I'm here, right?” ███████████████████ Video Supplement   Video Supplement “Oh! This was very similar to my essay! I didn't want to be a hero for the fame, but I want to be someone that people can look up to! I was bullied growing up and it was seeing heroes on the news that put smiles on my face - if they could handle their stress and still smile, why can't I? I said I was in a unique situation where my ability was very adaptable even if not really offensive, that my abilities could've boosted others as well as my own or I could even hide well so I just needed training to 'tune' my abilities... get it?”	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	███████████████ School & Year   School & Year Crystal Peak Academy, Junior MAJOR: Espionage (Stealth and intelligence gathering) MINOR: Battlefield Control (disabling opponents, supporting team and controlling the environment) ███████████████ Classification   Classification Mental ability - Perception Manipulation ███████████████████ Occupation & Internships   Occupation & Internships Krista is quite a busy person outside of her education. She is a student peer guide working to support the younger students transition into the college life and be an informal source of help or even a listening ear for those that need it. In addition, Krista is also a member of Evelyn Harding's band East of Eden as their violinist as well as working as a music tutor in a local high school in NYC (Tues, Wed, Thurs after-school hours) to earn some money on the side. Krista has done internships with Chemolition in the past, allowing her to improve her skills in stealth, martial arts and reconnaissance, as well as helping her control how much energy she exerts while using her abilities. ███████████████████ Living Arrangements   Living Arrangements The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons Room TBA

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Perception is the way one experiences the world through their senses. It involves recognising the stimuli and organising it in existing patterns that can be interpreted in a response to the stimuli. There are three stages to the perception process - stimuli, organisation and interpretation. Krista's ability disrupts the interpretation process, halting the brain's ability to evaluate and explain the stimulus properly and accurately. This allows Krista to make someone misinterpret the stimuli in whatever way she wants.

Contrary to elementary teaching, humans have more than five senses. Krista's ability allows her to manipulate the perception of anything that requires a sensory receptor to process stimuli. This means that she can manipulate the perception of:

⚝ Vision ⚝ Hearing ⚝ Olfactory (Smell) ⚝ Gustatory (Taste) ⚝ Somatic (Touch, pain, temperature and pressure) ⚝

⚝ Proprioception (Body awareness, coordination and spatial orientation) ⚝ Vestibular (Balance, gravity and body movement)⚝

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ███████████████ Ability   Ability ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅ Illusions Krista can create an illusion by completely blocking the interpretation of a sense and interjecting with whatever she wants it to be. She can cause targets to see, hear, touch, smell, taste and/or process kinesthesia differently from what they are. The illusions can appear realistic depending on the senses she uses. They can be anywhere from feeling solid and interactable to sounds that are so lifelike you could have sworn it really happened. Currently, Krista is only capable of creating illusions using up to two senses at a time without immediately draining her energy. While she can technically create complex illusions using all the senses, it will not last very long due to the energy it will take. Creating illusions take up a lot of energy and concentration to maintain, particularly if she wants the illusions to remain believable. These illusions are also temporary and will dissolve if you or she leaves the area of effect. Perception Tricking Krista can trick the brain into thinking a sense that hasn't been stimulated is now receiving information by hijacking the brain's perception processing. This is the basis of her illusion capability. Some examples of this ability includes mirroring somebody's vision so things appear inverted, mimicing the voice of someone else and tricking someone into feeling pain that does not exist. Krista typically incorporates illusions into her fighting by creating duplicates of herself, creating a sense of disorientation (through the proprioceptors) or making the environment around a target smell unpleasant as a form of distraction. These illusions are quick and simple, something that allows Krista to take control of the battle and create openings. Perception Augmentation Krista can manipulate the perception of certain senses to either amplify (make the brain think the sensation is more intense than it actually is) or negate the sensations entirely. These senses have already been triggered in an individual, and Krista is only adjusting the reaction to the stimulus by making the brain believe the sensation is either greater or lesser than it really is. Sensory Amplification Krista is capable of boosting the sensitivity to certain stimulus to make herself or her target improve their senses. Application for this ability include enhanced sense of smell for excellent tracking or enhanced haptic sense to make someone feel the vibrations of someone's movement. This ability only boosts the efficiency of existing receptors. The senses will be boosted to peak human level, or beyond depending on the person she is using this ability on. Sensory Overload Through her amplification ability, Krista can overload her opponent's senses by amplifying the perception of a sense to hinder her opponent. There are three stages of her ability: Stage one allows Krista to amplify up to two sensations at a time (usually vision and hearing) which can temporarily overwhelm someone and allow Krista to restrain them. Stage two allows Krista to amplify up to four senses at a time which requires more energy and control to maintain. Krista has only just started training for stage two and thus does not have full control over this yet, as a result she is more likely to slip up and cause others within her range (herself included) senses to be overloaded. Stage three is the final stage where Krista can theoretically amplify all the senses at once. She has only managed to successfully do this once, but Krista lost all form of control and everything within her range (herself included) were impacted by the overload - causing herself to pass out from the over-stimulation. Later, it took Krista a week to recover and her sensory processes to return to normal. Sensory Negation Krista can do multiple sensory deprivation similarly to the overload. It has a similar stage system based on the number of senses, except the final stage ensures herself or the target becoming the equivalent of a vegetable - unable to process any sensory input entirely. At its basic form, Krista will typically use this against people whose abilities work using vision or (for support) negate the feeling of pain (does not stop the pain though) in her allies. Final stage of this ability will leave both herself and anyone in her area of effect in a vegetative state. Neuroplasticity The brain is capable of recategorising and growing its neural networks in order to adapt to a new environment or change in the brain. As long as the senses themselves are fine, Krista is capable of manipulating how the brain reacts to stimulus in two ways: through substitution or through inducing synesthesia. Sensory Substitution Circumventing the loss of one sense by translating it to another so a stimulus can still be perceived. This only works as long as the receptors that detect senses still works, as Krista's ability only impacts the interpretation within the brain's different areas. For example, a blind person within her range will be able to sense someone around them through haptic or sounds which can then be perceived by the visual area of the brain to tell someone that there is something present. Synesthesia Synesthesia is a neurological condition which causes the brain to process stimuli in the form of several senses at once. As Krista's ability naturally manipulates the brain's interpretation of senses, Krista can mimic this process and induce synesthesia in herself or others within her range. Some forms of triggered synesthesia include grapheme-colour and chromesthesia to support her memory during learning. Recently she has started training to apply mirror touch synesthesia for offensive purposes, but has yet to obtain full control over the skill. ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ Stealth Krista uses her ability to completely mask herself in her environment, making herself imperceptible to the human eye to navigate an area within her range. Her supe suit has been designed in a way to completely absorb any sound so as to not use more energy than necessary. In this masked form, Krista can sneak up to an opponent and take them on with the element of surprise on her side. In battle, Krista will hide herself in her environment and use her ability in numerous ways. She may create realistic auditory illusions to lure people to an area she feels she can best control, then take them by surprise and use a combination of her ability and her capture gun to subdue an opponent without harm. As she is not a physically strong combatant, she needs to maintain her distance and avoid getting hurt, as well as make sure to finish the battle before her ability eats up all her energy.	▅▅ ███████████████ Combat   Combat ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅ Capture Gun Thanks to Abaddon Blackwell, Krista was able to commission a capture gun that is attached to her wrist. This gun carries up to ten nets that have been tightly bundled up which are launched at a press of a button. The capture gun shoots these nets at a fast speed and force to trap an opponent in place. These nets are made of tough wire and are weighed down so to be difficult to lift and duck under. When launched, these nets start to constrict so to restrain the movement of the individual inside the net. Krista has trained her strength to be able to maintain her speed and endurance despite a heavy gun attached to her wrist. Furthermore, she has trained her aim so as to not waste her nets during a battle. This can be boosted with her ability as she can amplify her senses to make perceiving a moving target easier. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ███████████████ Limitations   Limitations ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅ Energy Energy and endurance is the key to Krista's ability. Her powers require constant, active control from Krista's part to ensure that she is getting the outcome she desires which eats up at her energy. Certain abilities may require more or less energy - for example, creating illusions take more energy than sensory amplification or negation as creating illusions requires Krista to insert her own interpretation of the environment (creating something complex and detailed so the illusion is believable). Even within her range Krista's effectiveness can be limited. The closer you are to her range limit, the easier it is to dismiss her illusions or effects. Overuse of Krista's ability can lead to consequences for herself. When she is approaching her limit, symptoms may start with painful headaches, disorientation and eventually fatigue. Continuing to use her ability beyond this point can lead to loss of consciousness and temporary sensory processing difficulties upon waking up (duration depending on the level of exhaustion). Multiple Senses Simultaneously Currently, Krista can only manage to manipulate up to two senses at a time for an extended duration. Trying to manipulate more than two is possible, however it takes up a lot of energy that Krista does not have and she reaches her limits faster the more senses she manipulates at once. She still needs to train her control over more senses, as losing this control will mean potentially harming or influencing the wrong individual within her area of effect. Quality Of Illusions If Krista is creating an illusion and not amplifying the sense, she will need to focus entirely to ensure that the illusion is realistic. Losing concentration will lead to the illusions breaking down before she is ready. Visual illusions may stutter or lose details like shadows that make it easier to recognise as a illusion, or auditory illusions may sound 'wrong'. Additionally, Krista cannot create a realistic illusion of something she has never experienced herself before. She can attempt to do so, but it will only be guess work and the target whose sense is being manipulated may be able to see through the illusion if they know what she is trying to emulate is wrong. ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ Martial Arts Krista's main weakness is that she heavily relies on her abilities to keep her safe. In instances where she has no choice but to step closer without her abilities, Krista trained with Chemolition in the past to utilise martial arts for self defense purposes. Krista primarily uses Krav Maga, a self defensive fighting technique that utilises various styles as well as has a focus on quickly neutralising a threat. While Kirsta has some skill in Krav Maga, as she has developed such an over-reliance on her ability her skills are not on par with any other individual good in physical combat. However, martial arts combined with her abilities? She gives herself a decent chance against opponents that are more skilled than her in combat.

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Her uniform also includes a custom set of boots that are made of leather and rubber that absorb shock and impact to make her steps as quiet as possible while also being comfortable for her to wear. Around her wrist she wears a capture gun created by Abaddon Blackwell.	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ███████████████ History   History Childhood When Claudia Schafer accepted her new job as the maternity assistant nurse and nanny for Madeline Cypress, the last thing she expected was to find love in her boss's elder and more famous brother, Norman Cypress. It had been a whirlwind romance, sweeping Claudia off her feet with sweet nothings and gifts worth more than her annual paycheck. The only condition? They had to remain a secret. "It's for your own safety," Norman promised, worried about any enemies trying to get to him through Claudia. Head over heels, Claudia ignored the feeling in her gut and believed in Norman, thinking that they had their whole lives ahead of them. When Claudia Schafer fell pregnant, the last thing she expected was for Norman to distance himself from her. It took Claudia pushing the matters for Norman to admit that their trysts couldn't continue any longer, that he was engaged to someone else. "Someone who knows my world." Norman shrugged, and broke her heart in the process. Claudia packed up what little belongings she had brought to America for her studies and returned home to Germany, settling nearer to family for support. She took up a job as a music teacher at the local lower secondary school, saving what money she could while living with her parents till she could afford rent and diapers. Krista was born in early Spring, bringing new light to Claudia's life. The girls were close, and Krista cannot remember a time where she wasn't happy. Their little family of two became three shortly after Krista's fifth birthday, when Claudia met her now husband Deitrich Müller and married just short of Krista's sixth birthday. By Krista's seventh birthday, she had a little brother to look forward to. Adolescence Growing up, Krista was not always the social butterfly she is today. She struggled in primary school, often too shy or meek to join in with her peers. With her mother being a music teacher, it was impossible for Krista to grow up without learning an instrument, which she eventually settled on the violin as it had been her mother's specialty in her own youth. What little confidence she did have, however, disappeared when she moved on to secondary school. Joining the same school which her mother taught at, Krista found herself often lonely during break and lunch periods. When it was revealed that Krista made the mistake of revealing to her mother about her classmate cheating on an exam, Krista was labeled a snitch amongst her peers and largely left alone if not teased for it. Krista's light came in the form of Arnold "Arno" Bauer, transferring to her class in the ninth grade. The two grew to be best friends thanks to their mutual appreciation for classical music and playing in the school band together. The loneliness Krista felt before was suddenly tolerable, and Krista found her reason to smile and grow to be the person she is today. When Arno announced that he was planning on attending Crystal Peak one day, Krista decided she would join her best friend. He had been her inspiration to become a hero, to provide those feeling hopeless a reason to smile. The two trained hard together, honing their physical strength and abilities to be on par with Crystal Peak's standards. When it was time to make their application, they submitted it together. Krista wholeheartedly believed that their training would mean something and that they would flourish in Crystal Peak together. Everything was finally going well until it wasn't. Krista's application to Crystal Peak had been successful but yet Arno had been turned away. Not even an offer to go to Crystal Peak's sister school came his way, breaking both their hearts in the process. Krista arrived in New York, carrying not only her luggage but both her's and Arno's dreams to be the type of hero people could look up to. Crystal Peak Her first year at Crystal Peak was difficult. It took the great distance between Germany and New York for Krista to realise how much she had come to depend on Arno for everything. To challenge herself, Krista threw herself at any opportunity that came her way. A volunteer position opened up in another department? Krista was there. A temp position opened up at the campus cafeteria? Krista was already serving the burgers. Her first year at Crystal peak was also very eventful. She interned with Chemolition, teaching her ways to utilise her ability in ways Krista had never thought to do. Norman Cypress also made an apperance in Krista's life for the first time in a decade, extending the chance for Krista to meet and get to know her father. The increased presence of Cast Hero proved to be more of an annoyance, and news of her parentage gave birth to the rumour of bribery which still follows Krista around. ███████████████ Reputation   Reputation Krista takes on the role of a mother-figure, confidant and sister all in one. She's the one you go to for laughs or as a shoulder to cry on. She is known for her sweet and approachable temperament that makes her a favourite amongst her peers. It is also a rather fun fact that Krista is the (bastard) child of Cast Iron. There's some rumours that daddy paid for Krista's place in Crystal Peak, but Krista vehemently denies such a thing. After all, he never cared for her until she got into Crystal Peak. ███████████████████ Fear & Motivation   Fear & Motivation Aside from fearing that she will never be enough, Krista is also majorly claustrophobic. Her room at night usually has the curtains and window left open to give her the illusion of space. Above all else Krista wants to be the person that people can turn to for support. She wants to remind people that they are not alone and vows to protect people she feels may be vulnerable to loneliness and bullying.

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███████████████ Family   Family Father: Norman Cypress, Hero (Cast Iron). Ability: Metal Manipulation & Metal Skin Mother: Claudia Müller, Teacher. Ability: Absolute Perception Step Father: Dietrich Müller, Security guard Ability: Telepathic Communication Half Brother: Herman Müller Ability: Sensory Scrying ███████████████ Relationships   Relationships TBA ███████████████ Other   Other Krista adores playing her violin, strawberries and terribly unfunny jokes. Her stepfather is the sole reason she believes she's hilarious. Talks exclusively in German when drunk. Font: Javacom Violin playstyle inspiration: Caitlin De Ville & Kaitlyn Hova		▅▅▅

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Xōchiquetzal, Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty & Flowers

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x ō c h i q u e t z a l.}

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	Camila Queiroz | #87575c ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Precious Flower Ichpochtli | The Maiden ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty, Flowers, Crafting & Fertility Also associated with the lunar cycle, weaving, luxury and prostitutes ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aztec ❃

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ❃ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes}}

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^{As a goddess of pleasure, Xōchiquetzal can take on the form of a person's sexual desire. The lips are more than for talking, and as such Xōchiquetzal just requires one kiss in order to know that a person's desire is. After obtaining this information, her appearance will change for her target and everyone in the room if she wishes, until Xōchiquetzal decides to change back or kiss someone else. Xōchiquetzal can also later freely change into this form knowing that it is her target's strongest sexual desire.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❃ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Maitea Tlatoa ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Mid-Twenties (23-25) ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual, cis-female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Hollywood Actress during the day Working at Illicit at night

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ❃ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Buy her tonight, she's still shining like lightning}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal is an old and well-known goddess whose origins are lost to time. Some legends report her as the daughter of Tlazolteotl while others link her as the wives of various important Aztec deities including Xiuhtecuhtli, Tlaloc and Tezcatlipoca. Despite her unclear origins, what remains is her association with Tamoanchan, one of the thirteen heavens known for its green and cold paradise. Within Tamoanchan lied a great sacred tree, known as Xochitlicacanp. Xōchiquetzal thrived in paradise, marrying Tlaloc and taking lovers as she wished, including Tezcatlipoca. However, enraged by the goddess of love's fickleness, Tezcatlipoca convinced the young goddess that the flowers of Xochitlicacanp would look beautiful woven into delicate tapestries. When she plucked the flowers for her craft, the tree fractured into two and blood started to seep out, causing the supreme god Ometeotl to emerge and banish Xōchiquetzal from heaven. Additionally, Xōchiquetzal is accredited with the creation of the first woman. The story goes that the four Aztec creation gods made the first man and woman to roam the world who later had a son named Pilcetecli. With no other people in the world or for Pilcetecli to marry, the creation gods weaved a woman out of Xōchiquetzal's hair to become Pilcetecli's wife. As a result, Xōchiquetzal became the goddess and protector of women. She is also associated with the creation of scorpions, bats and the bad-smelling air of Mictlan. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal doesn't remember the fall. What is there to fall from when she already resided amongst mortals? Xōchiquetzal took to semi-mortaldom, thriving amongst mortals despite now losing her many gifts. She may have lost her ability to bless women with skilled craftsmanship or protect young mothers through the perils of childbirth, but her beauty remained ethereal. It was her beauty supported her through the eras, between seducing the rich and roaming the world, Xōchiquetzal had nothing to want for thanks to her many lovers. Adorned in jewels, Xōchiquetzal coasted through life up to today. She took up many identities, her favourite being her current one as Maitea Tlatoa, a popular actress that seemingly came from nowhere. Now, Xōchiquetzal enjoys being revered once again, even if she does miss the occasional ritualistic sacrifice every now and then. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal is enjoying an indulgent life of luxury and entertainment. The blitz and glamour of Hollywood is entertaining, though she can't help but miss something new and exciting. Perhaps its time for her to claim another lover. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ❃ Truthfully, Xōchiquetzal is a masterful actress. Where she pretends to never have any fears, she hides her inability to be alone. She desires to be desired, and what kind of goddess of love would she be if she is never loved?

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Krista moved to the char tab!

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫

^{𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 @metanoia & 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐭 @Aewin}

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"I guess this counts on a technical level. Although, you look more like a snack in comparison."

Sekhmet's lips turned up, and her face lit up with amusement. Truth be told, even the Egyptian Goddess had been caught off guard with their 'situationship'. Sekhmet scarcely remained in contact with anyone she formerly considered her closest allies during her self-exile - with the exception of Macaria, her platonic other half. After the Vietnam War ended, Sekhmet began roaming the Earth once more, the pull of war only somewhat lessening.

’Only the dead have seen the end of war.’

During her restless travels, she had crossed paths with Thor. Sekhmet quickly warmed up to his stories, developing a fondness and respect for the Norse God. There was someone who could seek the glory of combat without the insatiable desire for blood, something Sekhmet had previously thought impossible. Perhaps she missed companionship, she had forced herself not to think about the mortal whose heart she broke (along with her own in the process) now long ago. Now finding a tentative friend in Thor, that boundary was blurred the moment Sekhmet pulled Thor into the threshold of her hotel room that one night long ago. In bed and as company, they found solace in one another.

“I agree, though I suppose it's too bad I'm not on the menu.” Their friendship had been based on witty banter, and the familiar comfort it brought Sekhmet was welcome.

”Yeah too bad,” The God of Thunder snickered, reaching for the glass of champagne closest to him, only wincing when he went too far but controlled most of his facial expression. As he took a small sip and lowered it from his lips, he said, “or maybe it’s a good thing. I doubt anyone here — present company excluded — would know what to do if you were on the menu.”

Sekhmet's smirk faltered as she noticed the wince. Sekhmet was a qualified doctor on top of being the Goddess of healing, which most people seemed to forget quickly (not really something she blamed people for). So who would notice someone in pain if she didn't? “Are you still doing the 'fighting the good fight' thing?" Sekhmet asked, trying to keep the conversation casual as she sipped champagne from her own glass. Sekhmet had learned of his nighttime pursuits as the Blue Crusader at some point during their nights together. In exchange for his efforts, Sekhmet volunteered her skills to heal Thor should he need it after a particularly trying night. They might have been a God, but neither of them were invincible.

Damn, Thor thought he was doing a better job at hiding it. He should’ve figured that someone who knew him and when he was trying to hide certain injuries so nobody around him gave him a second thought would catch onto it. “What gave it away?” He laughed, taking another sip of his champagne, silently admitting that he knew the answer to his own question. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You always did know how to spot my tells.”

And that was the truth. Very few people even knew when he was covering for his weakness and even fewer people knew certain mannerisms he had that was a dead giveaway. Only two people (not counting those in the Norse Pantheon) knew and one of them was sitting across from him. “But to answer your question, yes I’m still at it. Of course, I didn’t think I’d actually get hit hard enough for it to still hurt.” The shame he felt for allowing that thug to pierce his skin with that broken piece of a wooden crate still burned hot like the touch of a lightning bolt with the ground.

"I've had enough patients pretend to be well in order to get out of my care faster." Sekhmet remarked, not entirely a lie. Sekhmet was a fantastic doctor (not to toot her own horn), but her bedside manners could use some polishing.

Her gaze scoured his body for any signs of trauma. While Thor's face, and what she could see of his body, did not appear to be obviously bruised, his gesture before the wince indicated that his shoulder was the source of his pain. She couldn't very well ask Thor to strip in front of her, though the temptation to watch the reactions on people's faces was overwhelming.

’Something to spice up the festival.’

"You know you can always come to me, right?" She reminded him with a raised eyebrow. She would have made time for him; she always would for her friends. In an instant she stood up, leaving their tray of small sandwiches on the table. "Let's get some fresh air; you look like you need it."

“Yeah, I know.” In truth, Thor didn’t want to bother her or put her out. He had resigned to the fact that his injury wasn’t severe enough to visit his favorite night nurse, but it was really about not wanting to bother her because of an error of judgment on his part. Now he was suffering because of that. At her offer to step outside, Thor mentally shrugged (he wasn’t dumb enough to do that a second time, physically). He stood up, downing the rest of his champagne, which really he only had half the glass left, so it was an easy two-gulp action.

As they walked away from the table, Thor leaned close to her ear and whispered, “you know if you wanted me alone, you could have just said so.”

Sekhmet flashed him a cheeky smile. "And miss my chance to play doctor? Never." She returned the teasing by dragging him outside, where she hoped they would have some privacy. Sekhmet sighed in disappointment as the garden appeared to be set up for croquet, a game she found a little too boring. At least he would have a good view. There was a bench overlooking the garden, just far enough away from prying eyes but not so distant as to miss anything going on inside the Festival.

She gave him an expectant look as she led him to the bench, still smiling playfully. "You know the drill if you want my special."

“Right, the drill.”

Thor, of course, knew exactly what she meant. To follow “the drill”, as she so politely phrased it, Thor started to remove his jacket which was proving to be a lot more difficult than he would have liked. All of the slow motions he made with his good arm were sending surges of pain through his bad one, but he stomached it. Eventually, he got one sleeve out and could assist himself with the other. Small, slow, gentle jerks was what was needed to get the other sleeve off. Halfway through, he could tug at the bottom of the sleeve even faster. When the jacket was off, he pushed it off to the side and did the same with his shirt, but it wasn’t as difficult.

Looking at the good doctor, Thor smiled. “Maybe you should take a picture so you can stare longer…doctor.” He only teased of course. There were cuts and scrapes through his torso. Old bruises from a week ago that didn’t really hurt. The most damning thing was his right shoulder. He had patched it up the best he could with a clean cloth and some ointment he bought a couple days ago. “By the way, those pills you gave me last time aren’t doing their job. It still hurts like a bitch.”

Sekhmet stood there watching - not as if the sight was anything she hadn't seen before, but her concern was apparent in her face. Has it really been so long since they'd seen each other last? What more was he hiding? She clicked her tongue in displeasure, "Well since you’re taking your sweet time, I thought I’d might as well enjoy the view."

When he was ready, she approached him, lightly touching his shoulder at first. Her hand began to glow the moment she touched his skin. As Sekhmet got to work, there was a gentle hum and a pleasant warmth emitting from her palms. She had been so distracted by her healing that it took her a moment to realise what Thor said at the end, causing her mind to come to a screeching halt, "I gave you the medicines a long time ago! It's no surprise that shit doesn't work!"

When Sekhmet placed her palms on his shoulder, there was a sensation that felt so familiar. It was that kind of burning sensation when he cleaned the wound with alcohol to disinfect it. Then it subsided and the warmth that came after was a welcomed feeling. It was…cool and comforting, like Thor was surrounded in an aura of compassion and all he felt around his wound was..nothing. It had numbed or maybe the pain was already or on its way to being gone.

“It was all I had that might do the trick in the pinch I needed it for,” he retorted back with a stubborn huff that has become his trademark. “Not unless you can give me a refill?” He asked, half-smirking. He looked at her, feeling more warmth that extended far past her ability to heal. “Maybe I can make it worth your while…past whatever doctor obligations, I mean.” He let his hand slide to her leg, finger trickling along the bare thigh.

Sekhmet’s eyebrow quirked up in amusement, “Are you sure you can keep up with me for your refills? You remember what happened last time.” She challenged him playfully. When she felt that his wounds were closed and not as tender looking, she started to press down against his skin. Sekhmet masterfully pressed against his muscles, massaging some of the tension away.

“I wasn’t sure earlier, but…” His voice trailed off, his smirk widening, and the tension in his shoulder fading as Sekhmet pressed into it. He had firm muscles. That was something the God of Thunder prided himself in, but she had firm hands. They could be gentle and attentive, but Sekh was able to be the beast that could sometimes tame the wild storm. As he let out a groan, one that was approving of her touch, he locked eyes with her. “But I seem to be feeling better. Imagine that.” He would say as he would mirror her touching his muscles by massaging her thigh.

Sekhmet laughed heartily at the groan Thor let out, trying to mask the goosebumps that erupted along her skin in response to his touch by kneading Thor’s skin some more. “That didn’t take me long to get you to sing for me. You’ve still got so much tension left.”

“And so little time to do something about it.” It was disappointing. Thor, who justifiably was tense, also had missed this back and forth between he and his favorite of the Egyptian Pantheon. She brought out something in him that so few could and in a way that, if he was being completely honest with himself, made him enjoy life a little more.

Thor made it a habit of being something of a ladies man. He was charming and clearly Sehkmet was very receptive of his advances so much he could feel the slightest vibration in his hand that was caressing her bare thigh. Leaning forward some, he almost whispered in her ear, “Come by tonight. We can…release some of my tension.”

After a final experimental squeeze of her hands, Sekhmet began to slowly move away. Fortunately, the damage to Thor was minor, and healing some of his remaining scratches and bruises took little time or effort. She released a breathy laugh in response to his offer, “You’re so greedy,” She sighed exaggeratedly before continuing. “I suppose I could, it’s time you return the favour.” She teased him.

Sekhmet helped Thor dress up soon after - not that he needed the help, but she flashed a knowing smirk in his direction as she did so anyway. They made their return back inside, the festival having grown a little more lively since they left. Sekhmet took a cursory glance around the room, checking for Macaria when she found the familiar smug aura from across the room. Her hands clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste iron on her tongue.

Sekhmet was certain that, by the end of the day, not even Thor could match her tension.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞

^{𝐭𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲}

_{𝚄𝚆 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 → 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋}

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 @metanoia

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_{21:37
Emergency Room}

"You're drilling a burr hole in the ER? Don't you need a neurosurgeon for that?"

Sekhmet watched the nurse toss the used syringe filled with numbing fluid to the ground, clattering against the messy tiles. Her hands were steady, eyes scanning between the kid's head and his vitals. The kid had been in an accident, fresh out of high school and straight into the gurney. Sekhmet could never understand the fascination with drunk driving, surely schools had programs cautioning against such stupid behaviour?

Evidently, Mr Everett missed that particular assembly. "It's an epidural bleed. The neuro department is ten minutes away and the patient has five if he's lucky. We gotta drain the bleed, now." Sekhmet took the drill in her hands. She gave a cursory glance around her, taking in the faces of the staff around her. With only two first-year residents and some nurses around her, Sekhmet was the only physician amongst them prepared to lead the surgery. As if to remind them of the lack of time they had to spare, the vitals machine started to scream.

"BP dropping! I need a nurse, damn it! Drilling now!" Sekhmet lined up the drill against the incision and began drilling. "Someone keep an eye on vitals!" The nurse whipped her head, watching the machine like a hawk. Exposing the dura mater was an easy task... on paper. In reality, it meant cautiously drilling through near 7mm of the skull to expose the line of flesh underneath that protected the precious brain. There was no chance to make a mistake here.

"He's herniating!"

"C'mon, almost there kid," Sekhmet muttered under her breath. She uttered promises of cursing the kid if he dared die on her tonight. Luckily for Mr Everett, it didn't have to come down to it.

"Got it!" Sekhmet pushed the drill towards the nearest body standing beside her as another physician took over the incision process. Within moments, fluid poured from the wound like a hole in a dam. The people around the patient sighed in relief, Sekhmet included, before stepping away to allow the neurosurgeon to come running and take her place.

Sekhmet took only a single breath before the ambulance crew called to say they were bringing an unwell eighty-year old from the local nursing home struggling to breathe. She rushed to meet the crew at the doors, white shoes squeaking against the ground in her haste.

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_{08:22
Break Room}

It wasn't so surprising when Sekhmet found herself summoned into the director of the ER's office after performing surgery on the Everett kid. She anticipated it the moment one of the residents questioned her, a physician that appeared only a few years older than them. Dr Rory was equally impressed and mortified by such rash action. By the time Dr Rory finished admonishing her for being so rash, Sekhmet had a bigger headache leaving the meeting than the one she nursed going into it.

Perhaps it was a bad idea to accept a twelve-hour graveyard shift the night before an important gathering. She was certain that Shai was laughing from wherever the fuck he was hiding from the rest of her pantheon after the night she'd had. Suddenly having to deal with a wave of patients from a three-car pile-up on the I-5 just as she was able to sit down with the old eighty-year-old in the recovery room. Sekhmet had to hastily finish her handover to the nurse in the recovery ward before meeting with the emergency crew for the second time that night. With the ER understaffed as is, a wave as big as the crash was nearly enough to send the hospital into code green three hours into her shift.

With two hours to go before the luncheon, Sekhmet's shift at the hospital ended. Despite that, Sekhmet found herself drawn to the recovery ward on her way out. She checked on the kid, whose parents and boyfriend had come to be by his side. He was still yet to wake up, too sedated, but a glance at the nurse's notes revealed nothing troubling. The next room she checked on was the old nursing patient with UTI but instead met with the custodian preparing for the next patient to roll through.

She left the hospital, dumping her overnight bag into the backseat of her 1965 Ford Mustang before making the short journey home. There, she got herself ready for the luncheon with a nice steaming shower, the largest mug of coffee she could find and some left over lamb curry she found in the back of her fridge for breakfast. She made an attempt to dress well, even if her dress was more suitable for a night out clubbing than attending a fancy brunch. Was she trying to look good? Maybe. This was her first attendance after a near century of self enforced exile, the least she could do was attempt to make an effort.

By the time Sekhmet arrived at the country club, it was well past the time on the invites. The smell of her perfume had been replaced with the smell of cigarette, and as Sekhmet climbed out of her car she made sure to dust the ashes off. Inside was a group of gods and goddesses that Sekhmet wasn't the closest with, though her relationship with the goddess of madness was complicated at best. But then her eyes landed on a familiar blond and she decided his company would make do for now. Bringing two flutes of champagne balanced on top of a plate of stupidly tiny sandwiches with her, she placed one flute in front of the brooding Norse god. "I'm not sure who wants to be here less, you or Melinoë." When she got Thor's attention, she offered her plate of sandwiches, "Snack?"

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝙰 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚏 → 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hades @sly13 & Persephone @Aewin

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With Hati and his companion gone, Persephone was the last person left in the parlor. She allowed herself a moment to indulge in curiosity; a little nosy habit perhaps, but it was always in good fun. It was the least she could do while Hati would use her café as a base of operations. Persephone had been far too busy to actually listen in on the conversation. The young lady barely gave anything away in her expression, and even Hati seemed to perk up for whatever reason, so it had to be good. Perhaps a jilted lover hunting down the one that made haste with all her valuable treasures?

When the table was cleared and chairs stacked, Persephone disappeared behind the counter to make two drinks. There was no need for her to get dressed again when she’d already done so in the morning, somehow managing not to spill even a single drop of coffee on the white lace covering her body. With nothing to do but to wait for the coffee to be made, she found her thoughts drifting again.

Persephone liked to avoid meeting Hera. The resentment the queen of the underworld held for the queen of the gods still too deep, burning like an open sore rubbed by a foxglove. Despite Persephone’s duties as the servant to the world tree, she often found the yearly pomp organized by Hera to be nothing more than a nuisance. Persephone’s worries ran worse than usual, her fingers tapping nervously against the solid countertop as anxieties started to pile up inside.

As Hades drove he let his thoughts wander to the gathering that was to take place today. Every year they were all forced to attend some family reunion at the request of Hera, who seemed desperate to remain relevant even after all this time. The gatherings usually stayed somewhat peaceful but knowing his family it was always just a matter of time before powder leg exploded in everyone's face. While he despised Hera and was at least apathetic to most of the other gods, It did always give an excuse for his wife and kids to be present together, so there was at least some solace in that.

Hades thoughts however shifted to happier ones as he arrived at his destination as a smile slowly crept in on his face. The small coffee shop his wife owned and ran sat byself tucked into the corner empty of its normal bustle of patrons. Hades smiled again as he saw Persephone standing behind the counter lost in her own thoughts. Hades out of the car in his normal suit attire that he had grown accustomed to wearing as he walked into the coffee shop.

“Excuse me miss, I'm terribly sorry but can I buy a set of flowers? I know you're closed right now but I really need to buy one for my wife.”

Almost immediately Persephone’s face, which had been screwed into a worried frown, relaxed. She couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face as she responded. “How can I say no when you ask like that?” She moved from behind the counter to reveal herself entirely. “She must be a lucky woman to have such a thoughtful husband like yourself.” Persephone said as she walked closer to greet Hades with a kiss.

“I am quite the catch, But I think I was the lucky one.” Hades said with a smirk as he bent down to kiss his wife. “Everything ok, love? You seemed a bit worried before I walked in.”

Persephone chuckled in agreement before letting out a sigh. “It’s Zagreus. I’m worried for him.” Persephone looked unsure of herself as she doubled back to retrieve the two to-go cups of coffee she’d made before. “It’s going to be his first time returning to god society and… I don’t know what to think- what he’ll think.”

Hades brought Persephone into a tight embrace trying his best to comfort her. “Everything will be ok. We’ll both be there to keep an eye on him if need be, but not even Hera is bold enough to try something with us all there.” Hades stepped back looking at Persephone's face giving her a reassuring smile. “Let’s just enjoy this lunch as best we can even if the old hag is there.” Hades finished as he laid out his hand offering to guide her to the car.

Persephone laughed, very pleased with the nickname he bestowed upon Hera. “Hag is one way to put it, but I’m certain Melinoë has other colourful nicknames for her.” Persephone took Hades’ offered hand, allowing him to guide her to his car and settling in for the ride. Truthfully, despite Hades' attempt at appeasing her, Persephone still felt the pang of worry for her children. The Festival of Life was always an event that troubled her each year, and it never seemed to grow less. She always wondered who wouldn't show up this time around as their group of divines grow thinner over time.

As they drove off toward the meeting place for their meeting Hades looked over to Persephone in the passenger seat. “So how was the store today? Any customers unhappy about you closing early?”

“Surprisingly, no. The regulars already know the drill by now. But Hati did turn up today with a client.” Persephone offered before humming in thought. “A new one this time, I’ve never seen the mortal before. I’m hedging my bets that it’s a jilted lover again. That was fun last time.”

“Well at least it should be entertaining for you to watch.” Hades turned his attention back to the road as he continued to drive farther from the large city towards the extravagant country club that was meant to host this large gathering. In truth Hades hated these sorts of gatherings. They reminded him far too much of the meetings of Mt. Olympus, which he hardly ever attended. Hades was a man who liked to be in control of a situation and hated being surprised by anything, especially his family.

Persephone hummed in agreement. The momentary distraction from her worries was welcomed, her mind drifting to the possible scandalous reasons the poor mortal could have to seek out a bounty hunter.

Luckily the Olympic Club was not a far journey from A New Leaf. When the car came to a halt, Persephone stepped out, ready to take her husband’s hand in hers again. She gave the valet a warm, charming smile as the young lad took Hades' car to the parking lot. She squeezed Hades' hand in hers, a pacifying gesture that Persephone had come to use to comfort herself in moments before the Festival. Even for a divine couple their relationship had been good, the support and love the two gods held for each other unusual for the Greek pantheon. That unity was their power, and Persephone was more than happy to show it off to the world. “Are you ready, my love?”

“Oh course my dear, let's give them a show shall we.” As they exited the car Hades took Persephone's hand bringing her close as he walked with her towards the main building, daring any soul to come close to them.

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Sekhmet, The Lioness Goddess of Healing & War

t h e l i o n e s s g o d d e s s
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s ɛ k m ɛ t.}

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	Aslihan Malbora | #5A7B7B ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Sekhmet The Eye of Ra, Lady of the Bloodbath, The Warrior Goddess ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Revenge, War, Healing & the Sun ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian 𓄂

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓄂 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Waiting on the morning sun, soldier keep on marching on}}

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 H E A L I N G T O U C H
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^{Despite Sekhmet's history of battles and bloodshed, she is also the goddess of healing, medicine and pestilence. In legends it was her that brought about the plague and it was invoking her name that protected those from catching ill. Though in her current state she cannot bring about the plague, Sekhmet has returned to her roots of healing. With a gentle touch, Sekhmet can heal broken bones, wounds and diseases of the body. However, she requires constant focus and maintain touch, and with greater damage she requires more time to heal.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓄂 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓄂 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Hide your soul out of his reach}}

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Instead, Ra poured a concoction of beer dyed red in her path, allowing the goddess to gorge herself till she became too drunk to continue in her warpath. When she awoke three days later, the blood lust dissipated and the goddess was mellowed thanks to Ra pulling some of her godly essence from her. Sekhmet as a result became tamer, but still unpredictable. During festivals to honour Sekhmet, the people would offer alcohol as a way to keep the goddess from going on another rampage. Some versions of her tale have Sekhmet awake to the sight of Ptah, falling in love at first sight and creating Nefertum as a symbol of healing, re-establishing Ma'at in the process. Sekhmet was said to breathe fire and be the manifestation of the plague, but evoking her name was said to also ward off diseases and protect one from pestilence. She is also said to be the sister or twin of Bast, the softer counterpart and the divine protector of families and the home, together symbolising the duality central to Egyptian mythology. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓄂 Unlike some gods from other pantheons, this was not Sekhmet's first time wandering amongst humankind. Despite the last time ending in bloodshed, this time Sekhmet held her sanity. She was not enraged, she couldn't let herself be. Last time there was Ra to quell the rage, using trickery that only the great god could come up with and pulling some of her rage with him. Though she still carried rage in her, it was mellowed enough for her to hold back. She could be better, she realised. And so Sekhmet chose to be better. She decided to lean towards her secondary domain some more, shirking off her past as the bloody warrior goddess, choosing to be a humble servant of medicine. Without the status that being a goddess allowed her, however, she found herself having to relearn her domain. She took to traveling, seeking out different cultures and learning their ways of healing. From the ancient arts of Ayurvedic medicine from India to studying with the bright minds of European doctors in the Enlightenment period. Where there was knowledge, there was Sekhmet. What was knowledge without application? As humanity advanced, so did medicine. With improvement of science and culture, Sekhmet started to follow the likes of Elizabeth Blackwell and Mary Edwards Walker and took to practicing medicine. When war came knocking, she enlisted into the army as a practicing nurse to tend to the ill and injured. During the First World War, she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Ares, the Greek god of war. She tended to his soldier, pulling out the poison lingering in his blood but failed to ignore Ares talking in her ear. First it started with playful banter, suggesting she too was like him. She could hear the cry for war, witness the greed of humanity for herself. She could feel her rage come back, seeing the injustice and disrespect mankind was capable of. She could feel herself turn back to Ra's daughter - the warrior goddess with a thirst for blood; and Ares preyed on that until it was too late. When Sekhmet awoke next time, it was to the cries of the war being over. She found out that she had fallen blind to her rage, allowing herself to be consumed by the thirst for blood. She was ruthless and destructive, charging into battle to attack with the intent to kill. In the final hours of her rampage, Sekhmet had charged into an Axis base, destroying and releasing mustard gas into the air. Sekhmet took most of it, concentrations that would be fatal to humans sending Sekhmet into a delirious sleep where she finally awoke days later. Horrified, Sekhmet retreated from humanity. She refused the call for support in the second world war, instead sinking deeper into her sanctuary and only emerging to take a sip of Ambrosia to keep herself alive. She only emerged back into society in the mid sixties, to establish her charity during the Vietnam war. She sent doctors and treatment to Vietnam with the clear instruction to save everybody. A tall order, perhaps, but everybody deserved medical attention in war. The success of Melinor Care allowed Sekhmet some comfort, returning into society years after the close of the Vietnam war to join the trauma ward of UW medical center, taking on the name of Nadia as her cover. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 In some way, Sekhmet is repenting for her past. She wishes to bring upon peace to humanity, a world where nobody has to suffer in silence or choose between medicine or a roof over their head. She started her charity for that reason and continues to work as a doctor, to be the healing hand that the world needs. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 Sekhmet has been used for her bloodthirsty rampages. She knows she is brutal and ruthless, causing the near extinction of humanity at one point. Ares triggering her rage again made her realise she hadn't changed as much as she had thought, hadn't quelled her rage well enough. Sekhmet fears she will be used again for the purpose of destruction. She fears that she will be tempted again; and this time she will bring about the end of humanity as she was born to do so.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

she's finished!
edit: backstory changed to accommodate some discussion with @Legion02

Sekhmet, The Lioness Goddess of Healing & War

t h e l i o n e s s g o d d e s s
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	Aslihan Malbora | #5A7B7B ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Sekhmet The Eye of Ra, Lady of the Bloodbath, The Warrior Goddess ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Goddess of Revenge, War, Healing & the Sun ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Egyptian 𓄂

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓄂 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{Waiting on the morning sun, soldier keep on marching on}}

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 H E A L I N G T O U C H
H E A L I N G T O U C H

^{Despite Sekhmet's history of battles and bloodshed, she is also the goddess of healing, medicine and pestilence. In legends it was her that brought about the plague and it was invoking her name that protected those from catching ill. Though in her current state she cannot bring about the plague, Sekhmet has returned to her roots of healing. With a gentle touch, Sekhmet can heal broken bones, wounds and diseases of the body. However, she requires constant focus and maintain touch, and with greater damage she requires more time to heal.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓄂 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓄂 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Hide your soul out of his reach}}

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Instead, Ra poured a concoction of beer dyed red in her path, allowing the goddess to gorge herself till she became too drunk to continue in her warpath. When she awoke three days later, the blood lust dissipated and the goddess was mellowed thanks to Ra pulling some of her godly essence from her. Sekhmet as a result became tamer, but still unpredictable. During festivals to honour Sekhmet, the people would offer alcohol as a way to keep the goddess from going on another rampage. Some versions of her tale have Sekhmet awake to the sight of Ptah, falling in love at first sight and creating Nefertum as a symbol of healing, re-establishing Ma'at in the process. Sekhmet was said to breathe fire and be the manifestation of the plague, but evoking her name was said to also ward off diseases and protect one from pestilence. She is also said to be the sister or twin of Bast, the softer counterpart and the divine protector of families and the home, together symbolising the duality central to Egyptian mythology. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 𓄂 Unlike some gods from other pantheons, this was not Sekhmet's first time wandering amongst humankind. Despite the last time ending in bloodshed, this time Sekhmet held her sanity. She was not enraged, she couldn't let herself be. Last time there was Ra to quell the rage, using trickery that only the great god could come up with and pulling some of her rage with him. Though she still carried rage in her, it was mellowed enough for her to hold back. She could be better, she realised. And so Sekhmet chose to be better. She decided to lean towards her secondary domain some more, shirking off her past as the bloody warrior goddess, choosing to be a humble servant of medicine. Without the status that being a goddess allowed her, however, she found herself having to relearn her domain. She took to traveling, seeking out different cultures and learning their ways of healing. From the ancient arts of Ayurvedic medicine from India to studying with the bright minds of European doctors in the Enlightenment period. Where there was knowledge, there was Sekhmet. What was knowledge without application? As humanity advanced, so did medicine. With improvement of science and culture, Sekhmet started to follow the likes of Elizabeth Blackwell and Mary Edwards Walker and took to practicing medicine. When war came knocking, she enlisted into the army as a practicing nurse to tend to the ill and injured. During the First World War, she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Ares, the Greek god of war. She tended to his soldier, pulling out the poison lingering in his blood but failed to ignore Ares talking in her ear. First it started with playful banter, suggesting she too was like him. She could hear the cry for war, witness the greed of humanity for herself. She could feel her rage come back, seeing the injustice and disrespect mankind was capable of. She could feel herself turn back to Ra's daughter - the warrior goddess with a thirst for blood; and Ares preyed on that until it was too late. When Sekhmet awoke next time, it was to the cries of the war being over. She found out that she had fallen blind to her rage, allowing herself to be consumed by the thirst for blood. She was ruthless and destructive, charging into battle to attack with the intent to kill. In the final hours of her rampage, Sekhmet had charged into an Axis base, destroying and releasing mustard gas into the air. Sekhmet took most of it, concentrations that would be fatal to humans sending Sekhmet into a delirious sleep where she finally awoke days later. Horrified, Sekhmet retreated from humanity. She refused the call for support in the second world war, instead sinking deeper into her sanctuary and only emerging to take a sip of Ambrosia to keep herself alive. She only emerged back into society in the mid sixties, to establish her charity during the Vietnam war. She sent doctors and treatment to Vietnam with the clear instruction to save everybody. A tall order, perhaps, but everybody deserved medical attention in war. The success of Melinor Care allowed Sekhmet some comfort, returning into society years after the close of the Vietnam war to join the trauma ward of UW medical center, taking on the name of Nadia as her cover. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 In some way, Sekhmet is repenting for her past. She wishes to bring upon peace to humanity, a world where nobody has to suffer in silence or choose between medicine or a roof over their head. She started her charity for that reason and continues to work as a doctor, to be the healing hand that the world needs. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 𓄂 Sekhmet has been used for her bloodthirsty rampages. She knows she is brutal and ruthless, causing the near extinction of humanity at one point. Ares triggering her rage again made her realise she hadn't changed as much as she had thought, hadn't quelled her rage well enough. Sekhmet fears she will be used again for the purpose of destruction. She fears that she will be tempted again; and this time she will bring about the end of humanity as she was born to do so.