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Young Justice: Covert Ops

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Young Justice: Covert Ops

Amani listened to Kid Flash when he fired some hard facts at the team to get everyone back on track. Their heads needed to be in the game right now. Though when he suddenly directed all of the attention to her she got a little flustered. Teleporting all of them to a place she hadn't seen. I don't know if I can do that. What if they landed miles above the building, somewhere up in the clouds? "I.....I don't" She started to stutter feeling overwhelmed by the sudden responsibility. Really there were a lot of things she'd never tried before. Making a wish was simple but making sure it came true well that was a whole different story. It was the confidence in Kid Flash's voice and the look of trust in his eyes that finally made her feel like she could at least try. It always worked better if she was calm and focused and she felt reassured by Kid Flash his confidence in her and her powers.

"Alright I....I can do this" She said unsure of herself. She breathed in deeply waiting for the command. The fact that it was Kid Flash who made the wish did help, strange enough. There was no feeling of dread or impending failure. This would actually work! "Volo Dari" She whispered quietly. Her whole body started to glow brightly until there was an explosion of blinding light. The team arrived on the rooftop dazed and slightly disorientated, but they were there. Dark flecks and spots were floating in front of her emerald eyes. It was like she had been staring into the sun too long. She was dizzy too.......real dizzy. She didn't even feel herself stumble to the concrete rooftop, sitting cross legged on the floor. I'm so out of it.

"I think I need a bit to catch up, I feel weird" Amani said holding onto her head which was spinning. It looked like there were three times as many people on the rooftop.

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Name
Eos Le Fey

Age
Eighteen years of age
Gender
She is a woman if that wasn't obvious
Class
The Fair Folk

Appearance
Traditionally beautiful, taking after her mother's family with high cheekbones, clear blue eyes and thick auburn hair. Her figure has been described as petite, graceful and womanly. She has the rosy complexion of a healthy and well cared for young woman. There seems to be an ever-present look of wonder in her eyes despite her having matured a great deal in recent years.
Outside of her occupation Eos can often be seen in long feminine garments in soft hues of pink, blue, lavender or green. She favors loose hairstyles over elaborately don up hair, resulting in a compromise between the two. A piece of dainty jewelry is often seen around her neck. Her overall attire is meant to convey a look of innocence and modesty.

When tending to wounded men in the infirmary as a nurse she wears simple dresses which can be easily washed. The color isn't of any importance and neither is the cut or the embroidery which is usually lacking. When she works she wears her hair in a braided bun against the back of her head. Around her waist she wears an apron to dry and clean her hands.

Personality
Growing up Eos was a naive idealist. She genuinely believes there is good in everyone. The war is an unfortunate turn of events but Eos is convinced neither Roriek, Alden or Lilith wanted it to happen, this war which was tearing apart the kingdom. She is soft spoken and kind without expecting anything in return. A pure young woman though not without fault. Her naivety tends to stir up disbelief in others, especially the seasoned soldiers she cares for. They try to tell her the world isn't a fairytale but when Eos is confronted by this harsh reality she does anything but accept it. She takes her perceived truths and moves forward. Even in the face of adversity she is able to focus on these ideals. Love, kindness and deep faith. No religious faith of any kind but faith in the good of the world. For every disappointment there has been a confirmation that men are just.

There is good and evil in the world and there always will be. She accepted this fact as she grew older and after four years at the infirmary she has matured a great deal. She forgives but doesn't forget. The knights of the tales aren't always gallant and young. They are fathers, sometimes even grandfathers. Their family is waiting for them back home. She learned that true heroes are few and far between and often fearless bravery is a sign of inexperience or foolishness.
Now at eighteen years of age many traits from her childhood remain but she knows the world isn't a fairytale. She has grown and where as before she was an easy victim she isn't anymore.

Skills/abilities
-Magic, Specializing in restorative and light magic. She is formally schooled in the use of these magics and has all the theoretical knowledge. Though the way she uses her magic is very organic. She has learned much more from actually using it instead of reading about it. She can heal minor and severe wounds, broken bones, disease, illness and poisoning. The source of her power is the light inside of herself. Every Fair Folk has their own light which glows bright when healthy but dims when not, losing part of it when you are wounded or sick. Eos shares some of her light to speed up the healing process. Depending on the severity this can be very tiring. Eos has been trained in using her light, balancing it in a way so she can help others without exhausting herself. Like most magics it can be used to defend yourself. The light is an extension of oneself. It can burn hot and glow bright. Eos can create glowing spheres with enough force to send someone flying and break through doors by sheer force of will.
- Lithe and quick on her feet
- Decently skilled at archery

History
Eos le Fey was raised a lady, and possesses the traditional feminine graces of her milieu, with a keen interest in music, poetry, singing, dancing, embroidery, and other traditional feminine activities. Like many girls at a young age Eos was enthralled by songs and stories of romance and adventure, particularly those depicting handsome princes, honorable knights, chivalry, and love. Initially those song and stories were Eos's vision of the world, but she was later "cured" of such innocent romanticized notions.

She had a sheltered upbringing and up until she turned fourteen her life had been fairly uneventful. It was a day like any other, a routine of events following one another. Though it was on the afternoon of this day that the direction of her life changed drastically. A mortally wounded soldier was brought to the infirmary of the Le Fey Keep. Mirre, Eos's handmaiden who in many ways had taken up the role of a mentor decided it would be good for Eos to witness the healers at work. Initially the fourteen year old girl was shocked. The wounds were messy and bloody and the groans and pain filled cries made her cringe. With Mirre at her side Eos walked past the beds. They stopped at the bedside of the soldier whom they had just brought in.
He was weak, his breathing forced and rattled, like there was something keeping him from breathing. Mirre left shortly after she made sure Eos was seated beside the man. Like a trembling little bird the young girl sat at his side. She'd never seen a dying man. The man clasped her hands and he must have felt like his last breath was near. It was overwhelming for the girl and she cried at the unfairness of his death. She didn't even know him. But the man didn't die. Eos like many of the Fair Folk possessed the gift of magic. Spontaneous as well as powerful Eos used it to save the man's life. It was raw and untrained but it was the potential Mirre had hoped to awaken by bringing her there. A teacher of restorative magic was immediately employed in the services of the Le Fey family to guide the young apprentice.

Eos felt like she found her purpose in life and worked diligently to perfect her magic leaving behind her childhood activities of music and dance. Stories as they had in her childhood sought to educate her, only this time they came from soldiers. They were still stories but closer to reality than any she ever heard, it wizened her. Caring for the wounded was very satisfying and nothing gave her more purpose than to save lives. Yet she couldn't help but feel like she was trying to empty the sea with her hands. As long as war raged the infirmary would never be empty of soldiers.

Whisper post
There are soldiers who never make it to the healers in the infirmary. They are heroes of war spending most if not their entire life in service, even taking their last breath on the battlefield. The battlefield was no place for an inexperienced field nurse like Eos, but it was in the aftermath of a great battle that she bonded with her whisper.

In one of the many valleys a young soldier was looking up at the sky. He couldn't move and his legs were broken, his body battered. He had fought bravely and fiercely and they had won the battle, but he would not be around to celebrate. The sky would be the last thing he would see. He was no longer afraid of death. As young as he was he'd accepted this. The softness of the grass and the lullaby of the nearby river made him appreciate these last moments. I could have ended up in a worse place. He thought wistfully. The sky was turning black, or was he closing his eyes? He didn't know but felt his consciousness slipping away from him. Then suddenly the darkness was split by a gentle blue light. With a grunt he managed to lift up his head high enough to see an orb hovering over his body. It bobbed up and down excitedly. It was an unclaimed whisper, he could tell by the spherical shape. Without warning it started to dart towards the trees until its glow had disappeared. There were little flecks floating in front of his eyes. I guess he didn't like me much. He thought with a sad grin before losing consciousness again.

Meanwhile in that same valley the whisper was still darting through the trees and pathways with great haste. It seemed to know where it was going. It stopped in front of a surprised young girl. Eos dismounted her horse careful not to startle the whisper. There was no one with her, her handmaidens were still at the estate. It had to have come for her. She stepped forward hesitantly. The whisper mimicked her movements which made her giggle. She couldn't explain it but she felt like it was distressed or in a hurry. When it rushed towards her she let out a little squeal of surprise. It touched her hand and dispersed into countless sparkling particles of light. They came together to form the shape of a doe. Graceful and lithe it immediately started to rush back from where it came. Eos knew she had been right about its restlessness and quickly followed after it on horseback. It lead her the bank of a small stream. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the fallen soldier.
She got of her horse and quickly ran to his side pressing her fingers to his neck. He was alive, but barely. She did everything she could not to focus on the gruesome and twisted position of his body, trying to remember everything she'd been taught. It would be dangerous to move him too much so she cradled his head in her lap brushing away his hair matted with blood. The young man slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at her and a soft smile spread across his face. His voice was coarse, probably because his throat had dried out. "To see something so beautiful in my last moments, I'm a blessed man"

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*drenches her waffle in maple syrup* .........What? It's not easy to get maple syrup where I live

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I've known Lillian to always thinks of everything so we'll be good.^.^ I don't drink coffee either.

Ninja'd and see? told you

Whispers of Trinity *limited

Finished my whisper post finally ^.^

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Second that ^.^ and Hi Lillian great to see you again too!

Young Justice: Covert Ops

*Listens with great sad doe eyes* Are we....is our team going to quit?

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Mila Mokosch

"Still waters run deep....."

Gender: Female

Creature Type: Fresh water spirit

Appearance: Mila was and still is a young woman of traditional beauty. Rosy skin with a scattering of freckles across the center of her face. High cheekbones and a finely shaped nose and lips along with long flowing hair. Deep and striking eyes which seem to shift between green and blue never truly settling for either. She has a womanly figure standing at about 5'5''. This is what she looks like under "normal" circumstances.

When you get on her bad side she can get quite scary, changing from a spring maiden to a creature of malice. Her skin turning disturbingly pale almost translucent and she has no visible pupils to speak of. Her hair clinging to her soaked body in a disarray of copper strands.

Age: 122 actual age, apparent age 18

Powers/Traits: Mila is a Rusalka which is the Slavic equivalent of the Greek Naiads or fresh water nymhps. But where as the nymphs of Greece were largely altruistic creatures, Rusalki are just as likely to drown you as help you. They are spirits of girls who died before their time and returned to live as spirit beings in our world, near where they had once lived and died. They are not invariably malevolent, and will be allowed to die in peace when their death is avenged. The rusalka is rumored not to live long on dry land, but with her comb she was always safe, for it gave her the power to conjure water when she needed it. According to some legends, should the rusalka's hair dry out, she would die. They live their lives without men but like to entice them to join their dancing. The men are lured in by their beauty and sweet laughter. Once you join their dancing you are doomed, for their victims are overcome by a persistent ticklish sensation which can only be relieved by dance. They usually die from exhaustion, de-hydration or starvation. Wearing fern on your body will protect you from the Rusalki, they can't pull you under or force you to dance their deadly dance.

While these legends hold some truth they should be taken with a grain of salt. They vary from region to region and are at best vague in their depiction as not many lived to tell the truth. Mila brings to Bain & Hoyle company her wit, sharp tongue and talent of quiet observation. She has studied Slavic folklore for a great deal of her life and is fluent in all South Slavic Languages including her native tongue of Bulgarian.

Background: To make a tragic story short, Mila was a young girl born in the 19th century to a simple and hardworking farmer couple. A pretty girl for a farmers daughter she had no shortage of suitors. Her parents had recognized this and sought to marry her to off to the wealthy son of a merchant. Naturally Mila was against this arranged marriage wanting to marry for "love" and being young and stupid she all too quickly fell in love. He was no merchants son, having less money on him than a stray dog of the streets. Mila didn't care. She had a child out of wedlock which disgraced the already questionable reputation of her family. Enraged Mila's father took his daughter to a lake where he made sure no one would ever find her again. He drowned her, believing her death would save their status in the community. It took her days to get over the shock of dying before she realized she hadn't. The desperate act of her father was one of the cursed ways to create a.....Rusalka. Not long after she found a group of Rusalki which taught her much . They told her there was still a way to die peacefully but Mila wanted to make the best of her life. At least that was what she told herself. For her to die peacefully her murder had to be avenged. But even after more than a century with her father being long dead, she still lived. She joined the Bain & Hoyle company after being recruited by the Siren Henry. Skeptical at first it took a few sweet words and the promise of unlimited access to the Bain & Hoyle library to convince the red headed Rusalka. By the way don't ask her how they met because Henry won't let her hear the end of it. As a fairly new agent of only two months she's still finding her way in the prestigious enterprise.

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By the by before I start, would another water spirit be too much?