Cubix

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Here's my CS for a prince of Paplia :D

Hider

Crix Oxeum F. Atrox

"Each name is as meaningless as the letters that comprise it."

Age:
16
"What is age but a reason for fools to waste time."

Kingdom and Position:
Prince of Paplia
"I am the prince of Paplia, and Paplia is me; Through it, I am connected to everyone and everyone to me."

Sexuality:
Demisexuality
"Love is but a tool to win wars."

Anti Separation
"We are all the same; we are just different parts of the same whole."

Likes

-Publishing books, journals and other writings that contribute to the knowledge of research and development.
-Reading Books (duh)
-Drinking Tea
-Developing and Creating Toys
-Researching and Developing

Dislikes:

-Chaotic environments
-Fighting
-Idiots and screw-ups
-Being underestimated

Personality
Crix is, at first glance, a cold and calculating prince who measures the worth of objects based on their use to him and the kingdom. He is the polar opposites of his much cheerful and bright siblings and relatives who made Paplia is a hustling and bustling kingdom that it now is. Furthermore, Crix is blunt with his words, not fearing to say what is on his mind even if it means hurting others. Due to his chronic illness, Crix is quite physically weak and will almost always keep coughing even when he's talking. Crix does dislike violence and will berate anyone who condones such a barbaric behaviour. However, Crix has a soft spot for children, his core growing warm whenever he sees a child enjoying the toys he had developed for them. Secretly, Crix is jealous of his healthier counterparts in the other kingdoms, knowing that society today would rather praise the strength of the arm rather than the strength of the mind; that, no matter how smart Crix becomes, he could never reach the reputation of his fathers before him.

History:
Unlike his siblings and cousins, Crix had been born as a physically weak prince. He had this chronic illness that plagued his health for the entirety of his existence. While his brothers and sisters could hold a sword and fight like any child, Crix was still taking his first steps. Pretty much, he was the weakest royal every conceived in the last few years. So, while his siblings were out fighting, Crix decided that if he could not excel in the field of fighting, then he would excel in the arts and sciences. The boy began to read, read, read and read! He would go to libraries since the first light of dawn and he would go home when the night had settled in. While his brothers would come home sweaty and battered, he would also come home at the same time, glasses and books in hand.

In time, Crix contributed to a lot to the development of Paplia, turning the simple kingdom into the epitome of brilliance, extravagance and technological superiority. His inventions of the state-of-the-art water purifying system as well as the numerous weapons and accessories that make life easier had been attributed to a life of working in the shadows. While some consider Crix to be a genius, there is still a deep shadow that haunts the boy. His envy gnaws at him everyday, his desire to run, to jump and to... just have fun... were always left insatiable due to his sickness. Thus, Crix found his solace in handing kids his toys; the prince's eyes would well up in tears as he would look the children play and laugh, not wanting them to be lonely and sad because he, himself, knows how terrible it is to not be able to do something that you really want to do... all because of a sickness that you could never have avoided.

Extra:
-Crix is terribly bad around women, often losing his composure when one gets too close for comfort.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Adorable. Rhea couldn't suppress the thought as the fellow awkward teen filled the gaps between her fingers. Oh, well, it was a start-- a good start and, while the act was seemingly much too intimate for newly formed friendships, Rhea couldn't negate much less retort when it secretly felt so good to have somebody else's warmth beside her. "You're welcome." The healer replied with a gentle voice, holding up their linked hands, as if emphasizing a point. "Whenever ye feel alone, just know dat if ye extend yer hands, someone will always hold it-- in brightest day, in darkest night. Just like this." Rhea squeezed his hand tighter, assuring the confused lad that she was there for him.

Thus, with his permission, Rhea set to work on healing his most recent wounds and, while her mouth quivered upon seeing such a renaissance masterpiece of a body, Rhea found it in her to stifle these thoughts and begin the tedious work of regenerating cells. Rhea moved the tray aside as she shuffled closer to Sentinel, using her free hand to first caress the lad's cheek, smiling in the process. "Ye trust lil'o me, aight?" As with any normal case, Rhea always began by looking into their eyes, checking for any sight of discomfort. Then, she brought her lips to Sentinel's forehead, lightly pecking on it before pulling back. "Here we go." With an exhale, Rhea moved her hand to each of the cuts, inserting fresh and strong cells that began their work of repairing torn tissue, ejecting harmful elements and replenishing lost energy. "Me ability be quite simple. When I be makin' physical contact, I can give my own cells to the person. In turn, dis cells cater to da person's body type and whatnot. No risk of rejection whatsoever. My cells begin to repair da wounds and whatever ailment there may be. However, dat be not da most important part of't all." Rhea panted briefly, knowing that her own cells were beginning to get depleted. Still, producing new ones were not hard with her ability. "Da most important part is da fact that a part of me lives on inside whoever I heal. I become a part of dem and, in dis case, I became a part of you. My wittle cells swimming around yer system... as disgusting as it may sound to some. But, I hope ye understand dat... literally, yer not alone wherever ye go. Lil'o Rhea is always inside ye... of course, until those cells die." Rhea suddenly clammed her mouth shut, realizing that her information was bordering on repugnance. "I'm sorry if I grossed ye out. I guess I now understand why nobody really wants me to heal dem."

As she got to work on replacing his damaged cells, Sentinel began telling her his story. He was a human like her; well, he was once a human. So, that counts. Furthermore, he had a rough childhood, alongside a father who made his life all the more difficult. She could now see where he was coming from-- not being able to find the love he needed at home. Still, they had some differences when it came to childhood. Rhea had lived a young life which was on the opposite spectrum of Sentinel. She had a loving family who accepted her for who she was, who she is and who she would be. Rainbows, sunshine and unicorns filled every day of Rhea's childhood... which made the succeeding events almost too much to bear. Some say that life is like a wheel, sometimes you're up, sometime's you're down. Well, Rhea's wheel must have hit a sharp bump because her life went down faster than the apple that fell on Newton's head. However, in the same vein... it brought her enlightenment to the realities of the world-- the crimes that she had been blinded to.

Suddenly, Sentinel stopped narrating, apparently asking her whether she would want to continue. "If ye still be willin' to continue, then I'll never let your hand go. Promise." Rhea replied as she sent another soft squeeze to his hand. "Yer scars ar' beautiful, by da way." Rhea remarked as her hand glided softly across the tantalizing contours of his chest, perhaps, lingering there for far too long than what was normal. A small tint of pink crept up her face before the healer chuckled, focusing on the largest cut on his torso. "Dis scars show all da trials ye went through and, most importantly, won over. It shows how strong y'are, Sentinel. Yer a strong person, y'know? Oh, and ye damn well know dat I ain't talkin' about no physical strength." She laughed heartily, looking up to his eyes that reflected cosmos and quasars under this starry, starry night. "I also have me own scars and I guess ye be seein' them soon. Not all scars ar' on da flesh, y'know?"

The girl realized that she was already talking too much about stuff that she had little experience with and decided that she came here not to tell her own tale but to hear the story of someone more important than she was. "But, I wud just like to say dat... I'm really happy fer yer trust in me. I know it ain't easy to tell yer story to a woman in bloodstained robes who had carried a tray of earl grey and, to add to that, invaded your privacy. But, know that I am grateful... for everything." Rhea grinned, exhaling a large amount of air. "Yer a good person, Sentinel. Dun let anyone be tellin' ya otherwise."

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I feel that Luke's face would be this:

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

As the door opened in front of her, Rhea looked up at the rather tall man in front of her. "Thank you." Rhea smiled, her eyes partially hidden by the hood that almost always covered the majority of her face. Okay, what did that book say again? Oh, yeah! "It's good to be seein' ya tonight." she mumbled her awkward greeting before proceeding to the spot where Sentinel had gestured for her to sit. Once she had made herself comfortable, Rhea removed her hood, now surveying the room. It was simple, homey and clean-- well, aside from the uniform that was left upon the cold floor. "I pray that ye wud excuse my appearance-- 'im not really dressed for tea." she chuckled, pouring the contents of the pot into the two cups. Suddenly, her attention snapped back to Sentinel, realizing that he had asked her a question. "Oh, dis be earl grey. 'Tis me favourite." A pregnant pause emanated between the two, the tense atmosphere dancing stark naked in joy as Rhea lost anything she could say.

Then, Rhea blatantly chuckled softly as her eyes trailed down on the boy beside her. Suddenly, the awkward look on Rhea's face increased as she tried to stifle her giggles. "I apologize. My guidebook don't say nothin' after da tea conversation. You're da first one I tried it on... and I'm happy dat you accepted me efforts. I'm happy that even tho' dis be da first time we talked, you're kind to lil'o me." Rhea smiled widely before her eyes went back to observing the room. Their rooms looked, more or less, the same. Of course, Sentinel's room didn't have a poster of a cat hanging from a branch saying 'Mewow! Keep Hanging!'. Then, there's the chalkboard in front of her small bed. "I be likin' yer room. It looks similar to mine. Simple, clean and homey."

Rhea lifted the cup to her lips, blowing on it before taking a sip, a relaxed sigh escaping her. Then, she looked up at Sentinel with a grin. If there was something that differed between the two of their rooms, it was the moonlight that seeped so generously into the bare quarters. That same light shone softly on Sentinel, causing his red hair to shine ever so gracefully, revealing elegance that the others might have failed to see. To add to that, his skin looked almost like porcelain, his strong-looking jaw augmenting his already formidable appearance. Somehow... he reminded her of him.

Now... now was the time to put those English lessons to use. "I came here not as a fellow titan." Rhea began, her eyes focusing on the scars that were visible on his chest. They were slowly healing, though. "I came here as a fellow sentient being." She was careful not to say 'human', knowing that it would probably be an insult to Sentinel for Rhea to compare her race to his. "I believe that Rose went overboard wid 'er comment and dat some of our team-mates forgot to take der chill pill. Out of everyone in the team, ye probably did most of the damage on Lobo. In fact, I think you had something in mind when you dragged that criminal away from us. I'd like to believe dat ye were looking out for the team but... I could be wrong."

The teapot's contents were emptied once more as Rhea took another a sip. "Sure, we made a breach of protocol but ain't dat part of learning-- making mistakes? I know I can't compare my experiences to ye but... when I first tried my power of manipulatin' cells, my friend got cancer." Rhea looked at Sentinel, trying to see whether his eyes were bored or not. "Okay, you got me... Four other people got cancer after that. It was terrible for me, y'know? People trusted me to save their lives but all I did is make dem suffer. Just because ye stumbled don't mean dat you're lost. It simply means that ye have to try harder." By this time, Rhea's eyes were not on the teen but on the spectacular view of the city lights outside. "An arrow has to be pulled back before it is launched into greater heights."

Rhea exhaled deeply, letting her fingers comb through her chestnut hair. "The point is... I think that our colleagues just don't understand you; heck, even I dun understand ye. Dey might not be interested in hearing your side of the story but... I am, if only to understand the strong and terrific sentient being in front of me. So, if you'd like to talk or anything, I'm all ears." Rhea revealed her talent, moving her ears with a smile. "Yer not alone, y'know? Ye dun need to go through dis alone." A slight chuckle escaped her lips before her eyes focused on the wound on his chest.

"If it's a'right with ye, I'll heal the cuts on your chest, Sentinel." Rhea offered, taking off her gloves, signifying that there would be some physical contact involved. She wanted to be useful for once since she was as useful as a matchstick in a rain during their bout with Lobo. "Dun worry, cancer ain't part of de package. I promise. I trained a lot, like... a lot. Like, you wouldn't believe my efforts. Well, probably, cancer ain't existin' with yer race." Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind. If this conversation didn't go the way she planned, then, there was no use of them suffering the whims of social convention of prolonging small talk. If Sentinel won't talk, then, she'd just heal him up and leave. However, if he did spill his vulnerability, then, Rhea would never leave him hanging.

She would do everything she can to make sure that this misunderstood persona would find his place in his team-- no, their team.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

It had all been a blur as the fight ensued with utmost ferocity. For the most part, Rhea had ducked underneath some rubble as Lobo sprayed and prayed throughout the restaurant, assuring them that chinese take-out was not in their to-do list. Furthermore, as the battle was taken to another location, Rhea had only a brief second to get out of her hiding place before the League showed up. Oh, how they always like to appear when things became bleak. As a support, Rhea withheld any comment as to how they all flunked. Pretty much, the only reason they weren't that much of failure was, at least, they helped in catching two criminals in one day. Still, they destroyed a restaurant, demolished a hotel and gave some people in chinatown a traumatic experience-- not really the best way to strengthen teamwork. Thus, the ride home was tense. Stares and glares were similar to swords and knives, each probably wanting to put the blame on someone. Well, it wasn't a mystery as to who everyone was blaming. It was Teapot-- Kid Krypto. As they arrived at the tower, Rhea couldn't help but close her eyes as Rose began to do her heartfelt lecture and while any normal person would say that Rhea was not responsible for anything since she barely even destroyed a single pebble, the healer felt as guilty as everyone else. If only she had been more proactive, things might not have gotten out of hand. If only she was useful, she could have helped stop the criminals before anything happened. If only she was actually a hero, maybe she could have made her team proud. In that brief battle, Rhea saw how much everyone dwarfed her. Everyone was useful in that battle, except her. These thoughts raced in Rhea's mind, prompting the healer to make a fist, crumpling her bloodstained robe.

As Rose continued her lecture, Rhea couldn't help but notice that she was aiming everything down at Teapot. The lad already had a hard time communicating with others and, yet, she just couldn't show a hint of appreciation? At least, Teapot had been useful in that clash. Still, Rhea kept her peace and preferred to just close her eyes and let the storm (Rose) pass. Once Rose vanished, Rhea sighed. "I dun know whether she done dat 'cus she be worried 'bout the damage we caused to da town or da damage we caused to her reputation." As Teapot left the room and Mini-Package and Whirlie began flirting, Rhea took her leave as she abruptly stood up. "Fer what it be worth, you've all done wonderful out der-- as a team and I think dat is da most important aspect of da Titans."

Rhea reached the kitchen, her hands trembling furiously as she remembered the sight of blood that had gushed out from the child's leg. Her breathing became erratic, pained and laboured-- she was venturing into another panic attack. Rhea took off her hood before turning on the facet at full force, splashing her face profusely with cool water until she felt that she could, at least, function normally. The memories of those dark nights began to jab at her psyche, threatening to torment her once more. Flashes of vivid horrors took drafted between her eyes as she slammed her fist upon the sink... not really doing anything other than getting her own hand bruised. Finally, she pulled herself together as the cold chill that ran through her spine vanished altogether. "Curse be da day I grew ovaries." she mumbled before turning to the drawers and pulling out multiple tea packets. She got the teapot and threw multiple bags inside before pouring hot water. While the others might prefer wine, Rhea knew that tea eased the soul. Her eyes went over to the sights of the balcony, the city's glorious night façade was something worth mentioning. As the tea 'brewed', Rhea began to wander aimlessly up and down the tower, her mind drifting over to how much the team had been considered a failure so far. As she ascended the steps, she heard some rumbling and, voilà, a torn piece of a shirt came soaring towards her as the speed left her little time to dodge. The cloth collided with her with the force of a light punch which could knock a normal person off their feet. Apparently, cloths had the potential to be teen titans nowadays. It was the 'S' that Teapot loved to flaunt so much. "Shit, indeed."

Rhea's face softened as she examined the torn piece of clothing. "Sentinel." she sighed, looking at the door which had just recently closed... well, that door wasn't the only thing that closed this night... probably, so was Teapot's heart to the team. Rhea shook her head as she tucked the cloth inside her robe before making her way back to the kitchen. With the tea done, Rhea placed the pot on a tray alongside two small, porcelain cups. Rhea began her tense journey towards the room of the man who the team bared their fangs upon, the man who could kill her if he wanted to. Still, instead of fear, Rhea felt... hope. Not everyone who stumbles is lost. She could never understand what Teapot is going through, they were worlds apart. She would never understand his pain but if there's something that both of them had in common... well, she would find out in the long run. Besides, most people would only care when it was too late; Rhea did not want to be part of that 'most'.

She finally reached the door of his room. Most probably, he already knew she was there. It was now or never. If he would say no, then Rhea would have a tea party by herself... at least, she tried. "Sentinel." Rhea began, her voice neutral. "Sentinel," she tried again. "May I come in?" That 'English for Dummies' book helped her a lot. "I know you dun need me 'der but would ye allow me to keep ye company over a cup of tea?" Rhea finished her spiel, hoping for the best. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step and, this, was Rhea's first step. She could only hope that Teapot would also take his first steps or this tense atmosphere would last for a good duration in their team. Besides, tea was always a good conversation starter.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Cyborg might be a good place to begin with ideas... I think.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Two words: Provoke Teapot.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

"We gon' fight a big foe, huh?" Rhea remarked, sitting passively on one of the benches. Her eyes were closed in contemplation, her thoughts wandering over to the kryptonian's outburst against the Amazon. For one, he shrilled higher than a teapot and, for another, as the song goes: 'when the water's boiling, hear me shout...'. Well, there we go: Teapot. While they dared to call themselves 'Teen Titans', more or less, each of them knows that they were far from the idea of being friends. Heck, Rhea doubted they were even acquaintances! Aside from the usual grunts and nods as greetings as they passed each other in the hallways, they, as a single cohesive unit, never shared a conversation longer than it took Teapot to hold his temper. If there's one solid thing about them, who only knew each other for a few weeks or so, it was the fact that they were not friends.

The remainder of the team had already gotten aboard the vessel and Rhea wasted no time in staring at them. Now, Pistolera was a tough gal to boot. First impressions sometimes define a lot of things and when Rhea's eyes glided over to the vixen who smoked better than a belching ten-wheeler truck, she knew that Smoker was the archetype of 'fuck with me and you're fucked' kind of persona. Her glares were daggers and her visage drove chills down Rhea's spine. Well, it could only be the smoke... Still, her lungs might be as mutilated as a cuttlefish for dinner and while Rhea would be more than happy to help heal that organ by regenerating her cells, the healer's lack of training might cause disastrous results. The next one to come to her attention was Majay... or Magi... Rhea does not know how to pronounce his name. He was a peculiar lad but they never really talked much aside from nods and hums. Well, for old time's sake and for convenience, she'd probably call him Hatman; yep, that is easier. The next one to arrive was Thermo, but, screw that, she'd call him Thermos since he was both hot and cold from time to time-- much like Rhea's love life. Finally, the tardiest titan alive had arrived... Whirlpool. Personally, Rhea had no qualms with her. She might be as arrogant as a beaver with a dam but she knew how to 'feel' the emotions of others. Still, Whirlie really needs to get her alarm clock in check.

Rhea's thoughts were interrupted as a hologram of their target was shown. Okay, for someone who was deemed as a 'big criminal and threat', he wasn't all that intimidating. But, hey, perhaps she has just gotten use to Batty's appearance that anything weird was already normal. "Just 'cus somethin's big don't mean dat dey ar' effective." her lips echoed out the words as her eyes shot a glance at Mini-Package. Much to Rhea's disappointment, her eyes lingered on him longer than she would have wanted it to. But, then again, it was probably normal for her to succumb to such fascinations with his death.

That was a big mistake. Instantly, the depression took its place as Rhea's eyes dropped to the floor, her fingers fiddling with each other as if reliving the moments were his life slipped through her hands. "Funny."

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Finally, they had arrived! It was about time because Rhea was near to tears with the onslaught of her shadows. Their commander, Rose, needn't give Rhea her orders because it was pretty much the same every-freaking-time. As the others began to dash out of the vessel and play, Rhea nimbly dropped to the floor with a sigh as her eyes began scanning for any civilians. "I be takin' care of dis civilians. I'll be leadin' dem out." she stated her resolve to her 'partner-in-support', Zane, and made a dash to the remaining individuals. As the restaurant was reduced to a laser circus, Rhea did her best to cater to the needs of civilians who were paralysed with fear and shock. With their heads down, Rhea and the line of civilians rushed towards the exit-- which wasn't hard to find since there was literally a blasted hole in the wall. However, due to the ongoing orchestra of bloodlust and violence, a child was injured with flying debris, falling to the ground pathetically as Rhea held the child in her arms. The child was bawling his eyes out, snot dribbling voraciously from his snout. In other scenarios, Rhea would have just thrown the child outside but on this occasion... well, she didn't want another stroke up on her chalkboard. The boy screamed his lungs out as Rhea took the child in her slender arms, her pale fingers softly floated upon the child's swollen lips and pressed gently on them to silence his shouts.

"Shh, shh." Rhea caressed the child's cheek, noticing that there was a nasty wound on the boy's leg. "You trust lil'o me, aight?" she gently smiled, placing her lips on the child's forehead whilst her fingers did away with the sullen tears of the injured lad. After a few minutes, the leg had been healed without the child noticing. "Go, run, lad." Rhea ushered the child out to his parents before returning to the concerto. She noticed Teapot delivering commands, noting how enraged he was. "Boys." Rhea sighed with much exasperation. "I'd rather dat dis concerto be finis' soon. No blood, please." Rhea mumbled to herself, observing the fight whilst fighting to ignore the trail of blood that had stained her robe due to the child's injury. Her eyes observed Teapot battling Lobo to the death, noticing how good he had chained his attacks that left little opportunity for the hunter to counter. As if that wasn't enough, Tulip had reappeared behind Lobo, sending a shattering kick that had a recoil to boot. This place was not going to last any longer with these brutes and their sky-high testosterone eating the place away. "There be no civies 'ere. Go wild." Rhea smirked as she stepped to the sidelines, ready to assist whenever.

If victory in this fight is not assured, one thing was: this restaurant ain't going to be standing. Oh, and they won't be able to get a chinese go-to box. So much for that idea.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

True. Even without the shape-shifting, his Aphrodite heritage is more than enough for anyone. Oh, and I just noticed the unintended pun in my last post. Thank you, goddess of lasagna!

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

With Rhea's past lovelife, she'd probably be comparing Amazon to him... on a more exaggerated level. Well, old ghosts do die hard (with biases) apparently.