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Sk8te: A Dystopian Cyberpunk Rp

i would be down for sk8te personally but i could make a cred dancer - someone who works closely with sk8te?

Sk8te: A Dystopian Cyberpunk Rp

this sounds sick!

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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show & tell

_{location: The Olympic Club
interactions: Hati | Melinoë
mentions: Isabel @Legion02 | Loki @fledermaus | Phobos @Danvers | Apollo @smarty0114}

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After sitting in the shrubbery for longer than seemed necessary, Hati wanted to make sure he didn't run into the War god after all, the White Wolf composed himself and took a stroll through the begonias, tapping away on his phone. His mini stakeout proved to be well worth the headache he received from the mortal woman who called herself his "employer". Yet, here he was being as dutiful as he was back in Asgard, at the beck and call of Odin. A snarl plastered on his face as he let loose a small growl.

To: vile witch
I think you'll enjoy yourself quite a bit at the Jade Jaguar. Ask for Lalli._sent

As an after thought he shot one more text her way;

To: vile witch
Should have just told me he was your father 😉_sent

Attaching a picture he took of the two immortals in love he sent the text, leaving it as cryptic as he possibly could. Isabel was a smart girl, _{'Too smart,} she'll be able to use what little information he sends her way well enough. "That should satiate her," he pocketed his phone as he strolled back into the foyer. He couldn't help but take notice of the shadow of death clinging to the sun, off to refill their drinks at the bar where there happened to be another friend of sorts, guzzling away some sort of demon. Hati saw it fit to pull her away, if just for a moment, and head towards a different set of delicious drama. The wolf wasn't much for inciting riots and causing a stir - not unless it benefited him - that was typically the child of his grandfather, but oh how it fell on him to get this place lively. Hati wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite. He was thoroughly enjoying this new personality trait and wanted to see just how far he could take it. Starting off with pulling Melinoë away from her Apollo.

Flashing his most sincere of smiles he approached the would be couple, _'Pfft,' he had to chortle to himself lest he end up on the wrong side of madness. "Excuse me, Sunshine, mind if I steal her away? Mortal business affairs and all." Hati didn't give Apollo a chance to reply before he was guiding Melinoë to a different part of the bar by the elbow.

Retching it from his grip she turned deadly eyes onto the Norseman, "Hati-" she spat, "The fuck is with that?" It was unlike Hati to seek out her opinion on matters, immortal or otherwise. While they were friendly enough towards one another it wouldn't be entirely out of the realm of possibilities that they despised one another. Occasionally. The same way one could torment the other but no one else got the privilege. Was this what close sibling relationships looked like? Or toxic ones? Instead, she was just dragged along the bar where a number of bodies were present. Hati didn't seem to notice or care and pushed them aside regardless; seeking something or someone out.

He only rolled his eyes in response, "Please, you were bored. That and you were playing a losing game, doll. You're welcome by the way. Besides, I have something else far more interesting for us to do." He reached across the bar and grabbed a bottle from behind the counter passing it off the woman beside him. In another life, he thought, there might have been something between them. Melinoë had an air about her that drew him in, she was hot, yeah, duh. But there was something else there. That is until she spoke to him and then he remembers how much a bitch she truly is. However the Nornir had other plans. Stick them in close proximity and eventually they will kill one another. Until then of course, have them amicable to one another; siblings almost. Almost. Hey, it's whatever. He always wanted a little sister to bully around.

Popping the top of the bottle of Estate Argyros VinSanto passed to her, Melinoë admired the vintage twenty year aged bottle before taking a large swig, hoping to calm the random set of nerves flooding her senses. She couldn't exactly pinpoint the cause, not until Hati had ushered the two of them closer to the source of his glee. Waving his hands, most frantically, Hati had pulled the attention of the last person Madness wanted to see. Phobos.

As they approached her eyes raked up and down the figure of Fear as he leaned over the bar top, looking a little more worse for ware than he usually did and something in her told her to care, to question him about it. Just not with Hati lurking about. He was bound to sniff out something and make it a bigger deal than it was. Rolling her eyes Melinoë tried to turn on her heel and walk away but Hati's grip only tightened as he steered them to his friend. "Pho, long time no see, running into you what a coincidence. Ah, and Melinoë is here too, man, I'm sooooooo lucky to have my friends here," he smiled so wide and so conniving his canines stuck out against the stubble he called a beard before he tilted up his own bottle of brew.

Glaring up at the man who still held her captive Melinoë stomped on her foot before yanking her arm back. "Phobos," she shot at him, not the warmest greeting she's given him, definitely not the worst. "Looking a bit peckish, love. Father running you into the ground?"

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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against him. It isn't his fault his parents place unrealistic expectations on their children. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on Ho-Jun rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he sees fit. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. Always entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently. Jin is a man that likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - it's an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head; that he isn't the same person as before. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be so easily outgrown. Jin is a very personable and charismatic person and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out and has instead switched gears into a more nonchalant phase. One where he almost seems impassive or just indifferent about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On that don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. That isn't anything negative to say about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked to the brim with the goods. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @jinchuriki ⚬ Works at a tattoo shop; the gallery | co-owner ⚬ Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out ⚬ Rebel without a cause ⚬ Rough sex anyone? ⚬ Finds himself wandering, no destination in mind ⚬ Scars all over his body a lot of them from skateboarding | a lot of them from stupid fights ⚬ Surprisingly cat-like ⚬ Enjoys physical activities | boxing & skateboarding ⚬ Sketchbooks filled to the brim ⚬ Messy workspace | Clean living space ⚬ Enjoys home cooked meals ⚬ Has a record with quite a few misdemeanors | tagging; possession; assault ⚬ He is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate | that wasn't what he wanted ⚬ Thinking about getting a cat he found at the local shelter | would absolutely name him ryuuk ⚬ top songs atm; playground by bea miller & sleep by call me karizma ⌟

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Savanna Santos

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ✟ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐒
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████████████████████ 𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬   𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝⌟	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	████████████████████ 𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬   𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⌟

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ✟ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. She would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish. To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person. An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her... Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course. ⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @saintvann | across all social media ⚬ Works at a garage for the elites and their vehicles part time | family owned and operated ⚬ Models with said vehicles | why not? they're paying ⚬ Races on weekends ⚬ B rated horror films are the best ⚬ Boris ⚬ Not afraid to try new things | water related activities are her favorite; pack your swimsuits ⚬ Adrenaline junkie ⚬ A deep love for cars ⚬ Smell of gasoline & burning rubber ⚬ The loudest one at the party ⚬ Smoking weed when things get too heavy | Anything to keep the party going ⚬ Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy ⚬ Unable to sit still ⚬ Sun tanning pool side ⚬ One night stands give her strength ⚬ Drive fast, take chances ⚬ 2 wild 2 tame ⚬ Always has music playing from her headphones | Merengue ⚬ Cleans furiously when emotions run high | prefers citrus smells ⚬ Finds the stillness of the world odd ⚬ She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through... ⚬ top songs atm; Sex & Candy by UNIONS & Maybe, Tennessee by Bayside ⌟

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╔═════ ◦⭒⭒⭒◦ ═════╗ 𝙗 𝙖 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙞 𝙣 𝙛 𝙤 .•♫•♬• ᴀ-ᴀ-ᴀʏʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ •♬•♫•. 𝗡 𝗔 𝗠 𝗘 Koren Elise Nox ∞ Ko Koko ∞ Kore ∞ Nox sport family 𝗧 𝗔 𝗚 𝗦 kokopuffs kokopuffs kokopuffs 𝗔 𝗚 𝗘 Eighteen, May 17 | ♉︎ 𝗚 𝗘 𝗡 𝗗 𝗘 𝗥 Cisgender Female, she/her 𝗦 𝗘 𝗫 𝗨 𝗔 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 Bisexual 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗖 𝗘 𝗢 𝗙 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 Melbourne, Australia 𝗖 𝗨 𝗥 𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗧 𝗥 𝗘 𝗦 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘 𝗡 𝗖 𝗘 Long Beach, California, USA 𝗘 𝗧 𝗛 𝗡 𝗜 𝗖 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 Aussie ╚════ •●◦✯◦●• ════╝ ╔═════ ◦⭒⭒⭒◦ ═════╗ 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙥 𝙝 𝙮 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 .•♫•♬• ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ •♬•♫•. 𝗔 𝗣 𝗣 𝗘 𝗔 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗖 𝗘 ╚════ •●◦✯◦●• ════╝ ╔═════ ◦⭒⭒⭒◦ ═════╗ 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙡 𝙞 𝙛 𝙚 𝙨 𝙩 𝙮 𝙡 𝙚 •♫•♬• ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀʀᴍꜱ, ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ •♬•♫• 𝗥 𝗘 𝗟 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 𝗦 𝗛 𝗜 𝗣 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗧 𝗨 𝗦 single as a pringle 𝐛𝐚𝐞 ∞ - 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 ∞ Carlitos ∞ Allister ∞ Yessi ∞ Tristan & Tyler 😳 ∞ Kaia 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 ∞ Cypress Aalto mutual ending ∞ Liam Kelley abusive from AUS 𝗙 𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗟 𝗬 Family Relation: ∞ Gideon Nox : Father, Australian-American, Genetics researcher, Melbourne, Australia ∞ Jael Danks - Nox : Mother, New Zealander, Marine Biologist, Melbourne, Australia ∞ Keziah Nox : Older Brother, 20, Austrailian, University Student, Sydney, AU 𝗛 𝗢 𝗠 𝗘 𝗦 𝗪 𝗘 𝗘 𝗧 𝗛 𝗢 𝗠 𝗘 ∞ 1310 E Ocean Blvd #507, Long Beach, CA 90802 ╚════ •●◦✯◦●• ════╝ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

•◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙡 𝙞 𝙩 𝙩 𝙡 𝙚 𝙩 𝙝 𝙞 𝙣 𝙜 𝙨 𝗟 𝗜 𝗞 𝗘 𝗦 ✔ barbecue babe ™️ ✔ painkillers among other illicit substances ✔ catching waves ✔ volleyball ✔ late night drives ✔ sour candies ✔ loud music & neon lights parties anyone? ✔ adventures ✔ crime documentaries 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝗟 𝗜 𝗞 𝗘 𝗦 ✘ losing ✘ seeing her own blood drawing blood / needle usage etc ✘ midday boredom ✘ silence ✘ enclosed spaces ✘ maths dyscalculia ✘ being alone ✘ buzzkills ✘ city ducks fucking hates those shits •◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙨 𝙥 𝙞 𝙧 𝙞 𝙩 𝙪 𝙖 𝙡 𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲x x x𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝x x x𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜x x x𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞x x x𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠x x x𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 koren can be described as intense. just not in an aggressive way. playful, friendly, energetic, bombastic; very much like a puppy. she is even described by those closest to her as having "mood swings" where even the slightest thing can change switch her mood. which then in turn impacts her entire personality and then affects everyone near her. it's not pleasant. she is often times referred to by others who know of her as 'air headed' and 'ditzy'. however, no one can say she isn't a great hype-(wo)man and very, very loyal. always showcasing her impressive skill (on and off the court) and a morale-boosting demeanor. kore just comes off as annoying and... just a lot. seeking out attention and praise when she thinks she deserves it (which is always). kore is rather ignorant of other people's discomfort and doesn't seem to shy away from difficult situations. despite her general silly behavior, there are moments when koren exhibits something akin to a wise form of intelligence. its rare, but it happens. •◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙨 𝙩 𝙤 𝙧 𝙮 𝗕 𝗜 𝗢 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗣 𝗛 𝗬 koren elise nox was a born at 12:06 AM on may 17. the middle child of the nox family, and only girl, it was guaranteed she was going to be spoiled. though she was the youngest they lived a very enriching life with a marine biologist for a mother and a genetics researcher for a father. work called her parents to all over the world as leaders in their respective fields. her early childhood was spent in south africa, after being born in melbourne, au. both parents part of teams researching various things. the work was challenging but at the end of the day the family always came together and the stress would melt away. koren was always the one in charge of their daily activities, always seen dragging her older brother, keziah, around on many of her harebrained ideas. he is the calm to her storm, the the water to her fire. the one to always tell her like it is, but come to her defense at the drop of a hat. her best friend. shh don't tell him that. the two of them brought out the best in each other, and when it came to facing the world they’d never be alone. at the age of 8 the family packed up and moved to tokyo and here is where life truly began for the her. all it took was watching a single match of a high school volleyball tournament for her to get hooked. the next day she was out in the yard practicing haphazardly with a ball her parents bought her. day and night for the next two weeks she was glued to the ball, practicing spiking the ball into her bedroom wall and floor, even while laying down in bed. from there history was written. something new and exciting? yes please! in middle school she was a star, queen of the court. while the sport brought about a new vigor, it also served to enhance her already outgoing nature. koren was the morale booster, a force to be reckoned with, the loudest on the court and off. the competitive nature in her was sated so long as everyone was enjoying the game and having fun and she win, of course. she was in her element and her love for the sport only increased with every game. never one to shy away from something because of it's difficulty, koren often times found herself in the company of others who may not always appreciate her intense presence. the family relocated again, back to australia after middle school, much to her brother's displeasure; though to koren she saw it as a new adventure and looked forward to it. with being back near waves that towered over the shoreline, she was back in her second element. the water. her parents often joked she was part fish with the way she took to the sea; surfing, swimming, diving - it didn't make a difference what she was doing so long as water was involved. it was a struggle to get her to do well in school. not because she lacked the brains, although some people would say that that is exactly why. koren has difficulty in paying attention to things that don't interest her, or keep her interest. did someone say adhd? squirrel. never at the top of her class, and never really at the lowest of the low - kore has always somehow pulled a passing grade outta her ass. give it up to the tutoring squad. after a particularly wild summer, involving the wrecking of a car (being slipped drugs will do that to ya) - of which she was the only one injured; broken ribs and a ton of bruises later, she was being shipped off to america, to live with a friend of the family, and "get her act together" - whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean •◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙧 𝙚 𝙥 𝙤 𝙧 𝙩 𝙘 𝙖 𝙧 𝙙 𝗦 𝗖 𝗛 𝗢 𝗢 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗙 𝗢 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗗 𝗘 𝗬 𝗘 𝗔 𝗥 12th grade 𝗚 𝗣 𝗔 𝗔 𝗩 𝗘 𝗥 𝗔 𝗚 𝗘 1.7, C- Solid Below Average 𝗙 𝗔 𝗩 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗧 𝗘 𝗖 𝗟 𝗔 𝗦 𝗦 • Volleyball • Forensics • Human Physiology • 𝗘 𝗟 𝗘 𝗖 𝗧 𝗜 𝗩 𝗘 𝗦 • Swimming • Cosmetology • Japanese • 𝗘 𝗫 𝗧 𝗥 𝗔 𝗖 𝗨 𝗥 𝗥 𝗜 𝗖 𝗨 𝗟 𝗔 𝗥 • Volleyball Ace • Surf • Getting High • 𝗧 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗦 𝗣 𝗢 𝗥 𝗧 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 Bondi, 1972 Ford Bronco Coyote 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗗 𝗨 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗡 𝗦 Making it to the Olympics for volleyball. If that doesn't pan out for whatever reason she can go into physical training for athletes. •◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙖 𝙛 𝙩 𝙚 𝙧 𝙥 𝙖 𝙧 𝙩 𝙮 𝗔 𝗙 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 - 𝗦 𝗖 𝗛 𝗢 𝗢 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗙 𝗢 𝗘 𝗠 𝗣 𝗟 𝗢 𝗬 𝗠 𝗘 𝗡 𝗧 because she is so sports oriented, her parents supply her with a monthly allowance to pay for things like rent with cypress and necessities like tutoring anything left over is for play. and koren loves to play 𝗙 𝗔 𝗩 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗧 𝗘 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗖 𝗘 𝗦 ∞ Third Eye Records ∞ Pigeon's Roller Skate Shop ∞ Retro Row in general ∞ Pike ∞ Hermosa, Balboa & Huntington Beach 𝗥 𝗘 𝗦 𝗣 𝗢 𝗡 𝗦 𝗜 𝗕 𝗜 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗜 𝗘 𝗦 ∞ trying not get kicked off the team(s) bc of her addiction don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious ∞ be on that grind. all day, every day ∞ learning to skateboard it's like surfing right? ∞ don't fail don't fail don't fail ∞ if she's not perfecting a spike on the court, she's practicing on the beach ∞ or surfing ✌️ •◦—————————— ✯ ——————————◦• 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙚 𝙭 𝙩 𝙧 𝙖 𝗢 𝗧 𝗛 𝗘 𝗥 adrenaline junkie very tactile last relationship ended in a disaster very, very competitive is trying to learn the guitar wing spiker with crazy good vertical loves to skinny dip when she can speaks Japanese fluently. will speak it with her siblings & to fuck with people loves the smell of gasoline, salt water, tanning lotion, icy hot just not all together single brain cell squad; coined the term bimbro™️ it'll catch on night stalker: the hunt for a serial killer 𝗧 𝗛 𝗘 𝗠 𝗘 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗚 song name Face Claim: Maria Domark | #84E1B7 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

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────── {⌘} ────── 𝙗 𝙖 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙞 𝙣 𝙛 𝙤 .•♫•♬• 𝕭𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖞 •♬•♫•. 𝗡 𝗔 𝗠 𝗘 ∞ Daise Sun-Hee Park ∞ Daze ∞ Sunny get it? like sun-hee = sunny fuck you it's funny 𝗧 𝗔 𝗚 𝗦 DazednConfused DazednConfused DazednConfused 𝗔 𝗚 𝗘 18 𝗚 𝗘 𝗡 𝗗 𝗘 𝗥 Female | She/Her 𝗦 𝗘 𝗫 𝗨 𝗔 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 Raging Bisexual 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗖 𝗘 𝗢 𝗙 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 Los Angeles, California 𝗖 𝗨 𝗥 𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗧 𝗥 𝗘 𝗦 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘 𝗡 𝗖 𝗘 Long Beach, California 𝗘 𝗧 𝗛 𝗡 𝗜 𝗖 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 Korean-American °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l ────── {⌘} ────── 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙥 𝙝 𝙮 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 .•♫•♬• 𝖟 𝖔𝖔 𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖟 𝖔𝖔 𝖒 𝖔𝖚𝖙 •♬•♫•. 𝗔 𝗣 𝗣 𝗘 𝗔 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗖 𝗘 °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l ────── {⌘} ────── 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙡 𝙞 𝙛 𝙚 𝙨 𝙩 𝙮 𝙡 𝙚 •♫•♬•𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙•♬•♫• 𝗥 𝗘 𝗟 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 𝗦 𝗛 𝗜 𝗣 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗧 𝗨 𝗦 single as a pringle 𝐛𝐚𝐞 ∞ - 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 ∞ one ∞ two ∞ three 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 ∞ one? 𝗙 𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗟 𝗬 Family Relation: ∞ Father: Jae-Seong Park | Actor ∞ Mother: Christine Park | Director of Indie Films ∞ Twin Sister: Juliet Park | Closeted Bestie ∞ Little Brother: Joseph Park | Annoyingly Smart Gremlin 𝗛 𝗢 𝗠 𝗘 𝗦 𝗪 𝗘 𝗘 𝗧 𝗛 𝗢 𝗠 𝗘 ∞ 내 집 my home | ∞ 내 방 my room | ∞ ∞ 좋아하는 휴양지 favorite getaways °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙡 𝙞 𝙩 𝙩 𝙡 𝙚 𝙩 𝙝 𝙞 𝙣 𝙜 𝙨 𝗟 𝗜 𝗞 𝗘 𝗦 ✔ Building Gundam LOVES the ZGMF-X20A-LP Gundam Love Phantom ✔ Tinkering she will build for hours w/o breaks ✔ Otaku for life ✔ Collects pins ✔ Neon lights fuckin' everywhere ✔ Lemon or Orange scented cleaning supplies ✔ Sour Candies ✔ Capsaicin ✔ Coffee truly anything that will give her energy after pullin' an all nighter ✔ Rollercoasters & things that go F A S T ✔ Metal & Rap ✔ Marvel Comics & MCU Team Tony for life ✔ Graffiti Art ✔ Karaoke ✔ Any type of group games DND, board games, drinking games etc. 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝗟 𝗜 𝗞 𝗘 𝗦 ✘ Slow paced...anything ✘ Parameters & Limits ✘ People who smack their food ✘ Diet fads & things ✘ Boredom ✘ Bland foods ✘ Not enough food ✘ Lag. ✘ When it's too quiet ✘ Early mornings ✘ When the vibes are off ✘ Taking everything too seriously gotta relax man ✘ Shitty movies esp. ones that brag about being top tier ✘ Speaker phone using or being on speaker phone is so embarrassing. like no plz stop ✘ Peanuts °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙨 𝙥 𝙞 𝙧 𝙞 𝙩 𝙪 𝙖 𝙡 𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗬 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚x x x𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣x x x𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙x x x𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨x x x𝘼𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨x x x𝙑𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨x x x𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙x x x Always wanting to put her best foot forward, Daze has been known to come off a little... scatter-brained. Constantly building and improving on the things around her she's typically covered in some kind of grease, soot, dirt or other. Though she gets into her own headspace when it comes down to working on any of her million side projects, she never forgets to let loose and have a great time. Her relationship with her twin is like none she can experience with anyone else. Who else would get her jokes at 3AM? Or know exactly how she likes her coffee in the morning? Sure, someone could learn these tips and tricks and successfully land a close friend position. But it wouldn't be the saaaaame. Daze and Jules have this relationship that is close and unbreakable - they fight and bicker and argue like sisters do - but they come back together and act as if nothing had happened. Like nothing skipped a beat and life continued. Daze will take up for her sister in a split second and is never one to place blame on her; if anything Daze will take on the responsibility for the majority of trouble Jules causes. Cause Daze never gets in trouble. Nope. Never. °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙨 𝙩 𝙤 𝙧 𝙮 𝗕 𝗜 𝗢 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗣 𝗛 𝗬 Daze and Jules parents thrive among those in the film industry successful in their own line of work. Their father is an actor who has worked in several big budget franchise films and is the main ‘breadwinner’ of the family. Their mother is a director of indie art films, and it’s mostly from her that Jules gets her deep love for cinema. Daze however, though she admires both of them and their work, prefers the more technical side of movie magic. Though Daisie is the oldest of the twins it was Juliet who was the spoiled princess. Daze was too, don't get it wrong, she was just spoiled in other ways that didn't follow the typical girly trope that her sister embodied. They're still spoiled rotten, even with the addition of their younger brother. Both are faced with pressure applied to them from both parents as to what they are going to do with their lives, in and out of high school. Because for the Park twins, it's not a matter of IF they're going to college but WHEN and WHERE. Lately however, the crack down has come a little harder and harsher since the girls will be starting their senior year. Mainly in part due to Daze being caught trying to sneak back into the house in the early hours of the morning after being out all night at a rave in the city. What is failed to be cataloged of that evening was that Jules was there too, she was just quicker to jumping in bed and didn't stumble over all the fucking shit in the room. But she digresses. Needless to say, they weren't pleased. Shocking. It was about this time that the the two of them had gotten a job at Disney over the summer and it was going decently well. Daze got to be up close and personal with animatronics and their inner workings not to mention geeking out whenever she turned her head to look and Jules, well, she got to oogle all the pretty princesses and flirt with them. Daze is positive she has a lil book with which princess she hooked up and how good a kisser they are. At least it was going well until Jules decided it was time to make the moves on Snow White. There is only so much guarding Daze could do before being shoved aside by a much larger security guard and Gaston fucking douche - she wasn't even the princess in your film, bro. All in all a good life. Surrounded by film and culture and love - for the most part - what more could Daze ask for? Other than a nice greasy burger and some alone time to play games or tinker about in the garage. °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙧 𝙚 𝙥 𝙤 𝙧 𝙩 𝙘 𝙖 𝙧 𝙙 𝗦 𝗖 𝗛 𝗢 𝗢 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗙 𝗢 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗗 𝗘 𝗬 𝗘 𝗔 𝗥 12th grade 𝗚 𝗣 𝗔 𝗔 𝗩 𝗘 𝗥 𝗔 𝗚 𝗘 3.7 𝗙 𝗔 𝗩 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗧 𝗘 𝗖 𝗟 𝗔 𝗦 𝗦 Robotics 𝗘 𝗟 𝗘 𝗖 𝗧 𝗜 𝗩 𝗘 𝗦 Film production | Film study | Production technology 𝗘 𝗫 𝗧 𝗥 𝗔 𝗖 𝗨 𝗥 𝗥 𝗜 𝗖 𝗨 𝗟 𝗔 𝗥 Robo Fight Club robotics | Nerd Out all things nerdy 𝗧 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗦 𝗣 𝗢 𝗥 𝗧 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 Technically '12 BMW M3 Convertible buuuut with getting fired & in trouble it's kinda been taken away | Bunch of skates her faves | Longboard 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗗 𝗨 𝗔 𝗧 𝗜 𝗢 𝗡 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗡 𝗦 Daze wants to go to university, she just doesn't know where yet. She's got time. But with her parent's breathing down her neck when they remember to, it's stressing her the fuck out and she doesn't want to make the wrong decision. Definitely wants to do something with robotics and shit. If she can blow something up in the process; bonus. °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙖 𝙛 𝙩 𝙚 𝙧 𝙥 𝙖 𝙧 𝙩 𝙮 𝗔 𝗙 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 - 𝗦 𝗖 𝗛 𝗢 𝗢 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗙 𝗢 𝗘 𝗠 𝗣 𝗟 𝗢 𝗬 𝗠 𝗘 𝗡 𝗧 Recently was fired quit a job at Disneyland 𝗙 𝗔 𝗩 𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗧 𝗘 𝗣 𝗟 𝗔 𝗖 𝗘 𝗦 ∞ Disney ∞ Universal Studios Hollywood, LA anywhere she can swoon over marvel ∞ Area 151 ∞ Crack the burger place 𝗥 𝗘 𝗦 𝗣 𝗢 𝗡 𝗦 𝗜 𝗕 𝗜 𝗟 𝗜 𝗧 𝗜 𝗘 𝗦 ∞ Apparently playing lookout for Jules ∞ Getting better in League ∞ Smoking some top tier shiiiiit °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l 𝙩 𝙝 𝙚 𝙚 𝙭 𝙩 𝙧 𝙖 𝗢 𝗧 𝗛 𝗘 𝗥 Anime is a lifestyle IS Tony Stark Used to dance, until she found the weeb life Speaks Korean fluently Thinking about streaming, but just enjoys playing games with friends Boards and skates a lot to places Enjoys being passed a blunt or two Greasy, fried foods are amazing YuYu Hakusho ftw 𝗧 𝗛 𝗘 𝗠 𝗘 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗚 Smells Like Teen Spirit Face Claim: jinsoul | #87c73a ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

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Hati | of the Moon

ｈｅ ｗｈｏ ｈａｔｅｓ
_{𝓶𝓪́𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓻
𝓶𝓪́𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓻}

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	Sebastian Stan | #295751 ████████████████████████ 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 ⌟ Hati ⌜ Hróðvitnisson ⌟ ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Devourer of the ⌜ Norse ⌟ Moon ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse Pantheon ☽ ° ☾

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☽ ° ☾ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐂
𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐂

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^{Given his previous role in life, Hati's senses are already above average. However, his skill lies with being able to track others down easily via various means, ranging from scents to footprints. With the amount of experience the white wolf possesses in chasing down an aesir in the sky Hati can follow tracks that are days or even weeks old. It comes in handy when chasing down criminals.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☽ ° ☾ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☽ ° ☾ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵}}

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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 ⌟ ☽ ° ☾ When the Great Wolf, Fenrir, began to run amuck, he first went back to the place where he was born. It is not known what happened to him there, save that when he left, his maddened devouring rage had begun in earnest, and a wolf-woman of the Jarnvidur had borne two wolf-pups, the very image of their father. Sköll and Hatí were thrust into the world. While Hati's name means "Hater". Hati is also sometimes given two different last names - Hróðvitnisson (Son of Rage) and Managarm (Moon-hound). When Fenrir was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but the young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Máni had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. Máni was especially bad at this, as he liked to look down on what was happening, and the adventures played out below his feet enchanted and delayed him. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Hati was bespelled to give chase Máni's dog-cart, and Sköll was similarly charged with herding Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep. Making sure they were to keep with their paths trailing across the skies. While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the twin wolves were able to run "free" on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, Hati and Sköll are lifted into the sky to do their job. Until the time of Ragnarök, when they will catch and devour these heavenly bodies. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ☽ ° ☾ A terrible calamity befell the earth, causing it to tremble and shake. The stars seemed to fall from their home in the heavens. When ashen white fur gave way to creamy flesh was the exact moment Hati realized something was horribly wrong. An imbalance within the universe. Aside from Máni and Sunna's tardiness. Glancing to his brother and reaching, holding him tight as they descended to Midgard was the only thing he could think to do. Being condemned to walk the mortal realm was just another form of binding. They were not truly free, just as they were never truly free before. Odin was still somehow to blame for this, even though he too suffered at the hands of the Fall. Roaming the lands, always tethered to the World Tree and the nectar brought forth from it was something that annoyed Hati to no end. He was able to venture and traverse the plane upon which he was stuck, but he wanted more. He wanted true freedom. Away from the likes of those who wished to harness him for their own personal agenda. No longer having to concern himself with Ragnarök and the prophecy he had a hand and bringing about. Now his time was focused on unleashing the blood thirsting tendencies within him. Hati has been keen on reuniting with the rest the family, seek their father out in order to provide some sort of comfort for one another. A sliver of muscle memory from before the Fall when the twins had tried to visit while Fenrir was chained up. And to lay into Loki for refusing to lift a finger to help. Unlike Sköll, Hati took to chasing and the capturing and dealing withs of criminals. A bounty hunter through the ages. Anything that would allow him to run and chase, to hunt and devour. The perfect hound of destruction. Something Odin took advantage of once more, instead presenting the chains of duty as something more glamorous than his previous offer. Head of Security, officially. Unofficially, personal guard dog. For a time Hati complied, easily swayed for the silver tongue Odin adapted over the course of his company spent with Loki. Until he retired and therefore Hati was free to return to a more... morally grey occupation. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ☽ ° ☾ To overtake and devour and have the blood of the Sun and Moon rain down on the earth. Break free of the chains that bind him and his family to an eternity of servitude and isolation. Bring forth the end of days and truly become free. However, with being on earth as long as he has Hati is no stranger to the idea that such things will not come to fruition. His family is free and that is more than he could have hoped for in the past. Hati wants to live out his remaining immortality regardless of how long that is, doing what he wants. Taking no orders, just Hati doing Hati. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☽ ° ☾ For everything to fall apart at the end. To wind up alone and desolate with no purpose. To be forever chained to the position that Odin has charged him and his brother with; to never know true freedom. Never be able to roam the earth free of all things that bind him to a false sense of duty.

Melinoë | Bringer of Nightmares

ｏｆ ｇｈｏｓｔｓ ａｎｄ ｍａｄｎｅｓｓ
_{Μ η λ ι ν ό η 
Μ η λ ι ν ό η}

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	Giuliana Alfano Graul giulianaxgg [insta] | #e9d66b ████████████████████████ 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 ⌟ Melinoë ⌜ Μηλινόη ⌟  ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Ghosts, Hauntings, Restless spirits, Nightmares, Madness ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek Pantheon ☁

𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ☁ 𝕻 𝖔 𝖜 𝖊 𝖗 𝖘
_{^{𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽}}

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𝐌 𝐚 𝐝 𝐧 𝐞 𝐬 𝐬
𝐌 𝐚 𝐝 𝐧 𝐞 𝐬 𝐬

_{\ ˈmad-nəs \}

Inducing a sense of... madness into those she touches. Uncovering one's deepest fears and using that knowledge to influence their dreams, warping them into nightmares. It brings her a sense of comfort in these trying times. A feeling of home she can take with her wherever she may roam. Crossing her comes at a price, one that does not bode well for many as she can induce a haunting terror - especially in the dead of night.

Mortal and Divine alike, no one is safe from the tendrils of madness.

𝕴 𝖓 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 ☁ 𝕾 𝖊 𝖑 𝖋
^{_{𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓾𝓹 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓾𝓹}}

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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 ⌟ Melantha ⌜ Mel ⌟ Mavros ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Twenty-Four ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual | She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Spectre Founder & Head P.I.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☁ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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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 ⌟ ☁ Has it ever crossed one's mind as to why dogs bark at nothing at night and shadows seem to move on their own? There once was a secretive group among the Grecians who believed they knew. They held the answers in their beliefs that it was Melinoë, daughter of Hades, who wandered the earth, flanked by a retinue of ghosts from the Underworld. Spirits, once wronged by the living, seeking vengeance by spreading fear and madness. Melinoë was not universally feared, however. There are those - the ones who believe in the whispers floating along through the dead of night, accompanied by the cries of dogs - that held onto the thought that she had a kindly side to her. One that was focused on righting wrongs. On justice. At least for those that followed her. Daughter of the King & Queen of the Underworld it should come as no surprise that her presence would discomfort others - however it seemed to be more than just her title that caused the hairs on the backs of one's neck to stand at attention. Not dissimilar to her older brother, Zagreus, Melinoë inherited their father's fierce and inexorable personality. She was beautiful, all Persephone's children were, though she failed to develop a delicate nature that seemed to come so effortlessly to her younger sister; Macaria. A notion Melinoë still finds irksome to this day. Melinoë was the middle child, the one doomed to fade into the background and be forgotten. Fitting as she was graced with the responsibility of presiding over propitiation and bringing justice to the wronged dead - recruiting those same restless spirits to her entourage that wander the land of the living forever. Fading into the night was something she was born to do. And she excelled at it. It was believed in those days that by offering libations, visiting graves, and otherwise honoring their dead, they would be protected from harmful spirits. Melinoë would then collect those offerings and carry them to the Underworld for the spirits there to enjoy. It was in those moments when propitiation was not completed that she brought madness upon them. Even when going unseen, she caused uneasiness and fear. Melinoë lived as comfortably as one could in the Underworld. Surrounded by all that gave her some spark of joy. Her responsibilities gave her a sense of purpose. A way to pull her weight. A way to shine and outperform the "blessedness" of her sister. Melinoë loves her little sister, has always tried to be a good example for her. Try as she might, there came a point when their lives diverged just as easily as their personalities. Macaria, the shining flame amongst the bitter whispers of cold in the dark. Who would choose madness over the blessed? Make no mistake, Melinoë did not hate her sister, though her jealousy to be as revered as Macaria sowed seeds of dislike and distance. Her brother, however, he was one of the few - if not only one - she showed her truest self to. Zagreus was magnetic and held this commanding presence she was sure only came about because he was the oldest. The Prince. Melinoë seemed to find it easier to communicate with him. At least for a time. Before he was tricked and taken from her. Her rage boiled and built beneath the surface of her character. Threatening to let loose whenever it saw fit to do so. It took a lot to calm the madness and not shirk her duties because of it. However, when her beloved brother returned home she was overjoyed, proclaiming to all with ears of the joyous moment. Though she knew he was not the same. Would never be the same... A seething hatred for Hera long since brewing deep within her, returned without hesitation and would be let loose upon the mortal plane. If only the dogs of war would sound for her fury against the Queen... ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ☁ After the awakening Melinoë found herself among the others, disoriented, angry, elated. Lost. She became that which she had been bound to and responsible for. A lost soul, with no proper burial. No rites given. A lost soul hellbent on administering the justice she and all the others deserved. A fire lit within her belly that night, as she stood beneath the star littered sky, like millions of tiny candle flames winking as if they knew her inner most thoughts. It was beautiful. Truly a start to her new endeavor. Her new beginning. A new life. Melinoë wandered the earth, as far as her chains would allow. A petulant child, what she was referred to on numerous occasions by the "mighty ones". No more petulant than their own leaders. She first went to her brother, as their sister could not be found. Melinoë wondered if something more sinister took her from them... she sincerely hoped not. Especially since there was no way for them to reconnect should that be the case. She could see the delight spreading throughout Zagreus at the prospect of being unbound to his prison cell. So much so she wished she could join in. For the time, she was elated to just have him there with her. A solid foundation for her to rely on. Melinoë was fascinated with humans, fascinated and disgusted. She couldn't believe at how far they had fallen from the mortals of old. Their burials were subpar and disastrous - to those that could help it. Heart heart tugged at witnessing innocents being slaughtered in their sleep as villages burned to the ground around her. She still retained her ability to slip by unseen, however possible, moving in the shadows when she couldn't be more in the open. It was the way of the world, she assumed. Her hatred for Hera never abated and now it seemed she developed another crusade in which to direct some of the madness building inside. Melinoë took to dishing out her own revenge after having witnessed what she did. The thrill of the chase, the catch, the justice, did something to her and Melinoë liked it. It did take some time getting used to not having responsibilities like what she was used to. but it didn't deter her in the slightest. Still, to this day, there is like a phantom limb - a piece of her that's still there, reminding her of her old life. She finds herself a creature of the night. Constantly up at all hours, walking through streets or parks, sitting atop roofs and just overlooking the lands she currently occupies. Dogs still bark when she is near, either with fear or rage or adoration, she isn't too sure of most times, and madness follows her like a shadow stretching out it's tendrils to constrict those it comes in contact with. Fighting for the justice of others who had been dealt a shitty hand came quite easy to the Bringer of Nightmares; easier than she initially thought in this new life of hers. With that in mind she sought out to create a name for herself in helping those who were less fortunate and lost - like herself. To spread the madness and fear with a clear purpose and goal. Spectre was born in those few years after waking. Investigating crimes against mortals and gods alike. Brandishing her own form of punishment on all those that were found guilty in her eyes. Regardless of her appearance and age, Melinoë's track record speaks for themselves. It also helps that a lot of the clientele she's garnered wouldn't dare speak out against her even if they wanted. Is it all completely ethical? Probably not. Does she care? Not one bit. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ☁ Hera's soul to be tormented without end within the depths of Tartarus while her head sits on a pike at the foot of seat would be a nice start... ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☁ Losing her family for good. To be unable to reconnect, or connect in general, with her family. Specifically Macaria. She owes a lot to her little sister. To be and remain lost for all eternity.

Tlazōlteōtl | Goddess of Filth

ｅａｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｓｉｎ
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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Sin.
In it's most basic form, a transgression against all things holy and good. An action that is or is felt to be highly reprehensible. A vitiated state of human nature. A natural part of life. One of the few things that mortals and Gods alike can agree they share. It's only right that a sin eater would be able to sense out the presence of sins of her beloved worshipers. Gaining a detailed understanding of the vice — turning their lust and misdeeds, lascivious thoughts into memorable, obtainable and oft times tangible experiences.

The devil on your shoulder never looked so... tempting~

Tlazōlteōtl is able to sense and manipulate the sins and vices of others; increasing the emotional need to a more... physical level. Thus gaining further knowledge from the "victim" for her to do with as she sees fit. Should it benefit her... Being able to tip someone over the edge into the embrace of sin gives her a rush of adrenaline. Convincing them that their even their lowest, most base form is nothing to turn away from but rather embrace brings her a sense of comfort. A comfort she hadn't realized she missed when the Fall initially took place.

After all, succumbing to desire and sin are something even the mightiest of Gods are guilty of...

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♁ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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New and exciting sins cropping up like the new year's harvest was a game for her. One she was winning at. A delicious cycle it was. To encourage and entice into debaucherous deeds and then on the reverse help cleanse those same sins. Mortals would flock to her, seeking pleasure, basking in their sinful desires before the glory of battle. So wrapped up in their own misdeeds that they wouldn't ever think twice about consequences. And then the morning after, before taking off to war they would seek her forgiveness; steam baths were preferable - maybe it was the scalding waters that made them feel as if their deeds were being removed? The elderly were typically the ones who would seek out counsel of her priests, praying for her to bless and purify them. The inexperienced, the ill-informed, naive bunch, who had no knowledge before hand would turn around the next morning - rushing to speak with a priest of the Goddess of Filth, begging for a cleansing of their misdeeds. Poor things don't realize she only grants total absolution only once... 'Best make it count~' All of which she would bestow. A whispered promise to see them again when they returned. They always returned. Just as easily as she could be enjoyed and her sin encouraged and celebrated, she was still a Goddess who would afflict those around her with diseases should they ever indulge themselves in things they shouldn't. Things few and far between, but there nonetheless. A lonely life. To be surrounded and sought after daily but having nothing to truly return to. There was Piltzintecuhtli, a union not entirely holy and spoken of with much adoration. Barely a union at all besides the one night. But that's all it took for Centeōtl to be born into the world. Her life was changed all for the better. Tlazōlteōtl was a mother to her own, someone to love her unconditionally and for her to feel the same. He became one of the most important deities to their people and a proud mother she was. At a cost. He was sacrificed in order to bring plants to the mortals. Her sweet baby boy, so full of joy and life, cut down in his prime all for the sake of mortals. But because of who he was, Centeōtl went without struggle and without hesitancy; though it was clear to his mother how fearful he truly was. Quetzalcóatl ordered it, so it was. Tlazōlteōtl would never forget this transgression, nor would she ever forgive. Eons, it felt, went by without her child in her arms. Catering to the sins and desires and whims of the mortals who benefited from her son's murder. She took delight in punishing those who deserved it, making it more unnecessary than truly need be. They needed to pay for their part in it all. Tlazōlteōtl thoroughly enjoys increasing the unholy nature of those she comes in contact with, it makes time pass by more bearably. A life so intimately solitary, only called upon when the need arises coupled with the loss of her only child has made the Deity of Dirt skeptical and uneasy to true intentions. Though she is always hopeful she will find the, ever cliche, "one". A lonely life to only be sought after, used and then forgotten. Until the next time. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ♁ When she fell, she fell hard yet willingly. Tlazōlteōtl didn't fight the feeling, instead simply embracing it. She knew it most certainly meant her demise, her death, but she didn't mind. Not really. The thought of being reunited with her son brought a spark of hope to her in a dark, dark time. However, when she awoke - she isn't sure how long after - she was distraught on a much different level than the other immortals surrounding her. After a time, witnessing everyone come and go, trying to find their way in this new home of theirs, she steeled herself to make a change. Centeōtl would not wish this for her. He took to his fate as dutifully as he could, better even given the age, and yet here she was throwing herself a pity party. No more. Tlazōlteōtl pushed through the darkness, emerging much more than her former shell. Charisma and sex oozed from her with every new step she took and the goddess never looked back. As the years went on, Tlazōlteōtl found that she couldn't have been more elated than she was, to be dwelling among those that worshiped the ground upon which she walked. Basking in the lust and unwavering adoration for and to her, their Goddess of Purification and Sin. It hit differently, now that she was physically here, a higher being among mortals. Taking on the same skin as them, flesh of the Earth. Bound to everything the world has to offer and in such a permanent way. It brought about the same highs as before - maybe even stronger, given her mortal-like state. Though with all the lust and desires that come crawling to her, she is without true companionship and love. There have been some to catch her attention, pull at her heart strings, make her believe that this time it's real. Only to be reminded of the cruel truth of what it means to be human. Instead, still there lies a void located within her chest. The tendrils of desperate loneliness strangle her soul, squeezing until it's too difficult to breathe. Time heals all wounds is a farce. But it does allow for new sins to take root and crop up. And Tlazōlteōtl couldn't grow bored with the buffet set before her. It didn't help that her most devoted were soon wiped from the face of the soil she now called home and her wrath plagued the area of which they used to reside. It's been awhile since and though her anger is far from smothered, she is at least bolstering it to mingle with the mortals that still milled about the earth. Sin isn't going away soon and neither is she. She's resided herself to the notion that she may never be more than anything but a sin eater and though it is far from what she desires, she has learned to push past it. To a degree. For now, she does what she does best; having created an escort service, as well as a strip club, bringing out the filth of those around her and take their guilt and applying a more favorable purification on their aching souls. If anything, Tlazōlteōtl is getting her fill, and business is booming. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ♁ To be loved. Actually, truly loved. Never having to worry of being used and tossed aside as she has been for the last so many years. Love for the sake of love and not for anything else. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♁ Trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness. She fears that the ones she is closest too are using her for her talents and gifts and therefore keeps most everyone at an arms length. Never truly trusting her feelings and the intentions of others.

Odin | the Allfather

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^{Whatever source of information that has been presented to the Allfather he is able to recall and utilize. His access to knowledge of anything he's read/seen/heard is unlimited. Which he can then use to his own benefit and gain in this life amongst mortals. Eidetic memory on steroids.}

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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 ⌟ Øyvind ⌜ Vind ⌟ Börson ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ Forty - Nine ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual He / Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ CEO & Founder Runic Publishing House CEO & Founder Wōden CEO ⌜ & Founder ⌟ Saga Antiquities

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Not too terribly long after was Mimir giving counsel to another Aesir god; cheating out the Vanir, was seized and beheaded and then his head sent to Asgard. Upon receiving, Odin took the head, embalmed it with herbs so that it would not rot, and spoke charms over it, which gave it the power to speak to him and reveal to him secrets. He planned on keeping his counsel wherever he went. Anything to have a leg up on information on the other worlds. Ruling from his throne Hlidskjalf, he was able to observe all that happens in the nine realms. Accompanied by the wolves Freki and Geri, to whom he gives his food for he himself consumes nothing but wine, the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard, eyes ablaze like a frozen lake with a fire burning bright beneath it's sheet, Odin ruled over Asgard with an iron fist clad in gold. Though his intentions were noble in all but results. His pursuit of knowledge and wisdom,His intentions were noble, but misguided, and he genuinely wanted what was best for his people and the realms as he sought to prevent Ragnarök (an event that would go on to kill myriads of innocent people including the Aesir and the Vanir) from happening. Centuries of reigning undisputed with unlimited power as well as a lifetime of failed trials however, had gradually hardened him to the point where he was unable, or perhaps, unwilling to accept that his actions and the actions of his fellow Aesir was having a negative effect and was in fact leading them all ironically into causing the very disaster that he was trying so long to avoid. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ◈ After the Fall Odin was gifted a plethora of free time. Meant to be spent however he saw fit. Coming to was something of a blindside for the Allfather... something the knowledge seeker did not appreciate. All the knowledge and wisdom and understanding and he was caught unprepared. He first feared that it was a path of Ragnarök that he had misinterpreted. That must have been it. It was the only logical explanation for this twisted turn of events. And so, Odin's paranoia grabbed a-hold of him tightly, plaguing his mind and the days turned years spent on Midgard among those who worshiped him. Soon the irrational fears of the end of days and all those involved slowly dispersed from his mind. Knowledge is what drove him around the world, amidst the paranoia driven actions. He became the moniker the midgardians bestowed upon him all those years ago; a traveler. The Traveler. Traversing the entire realm absorbing the teachings of the great minds and putting them to good use; one way or another. Scouring the globe for artifacts in the form of weapons, tomes, everyday mundane items. Anything to learn from, to feel closer to the godhood he once possessed. To use and wield the power, even if it was metaphorical. However, it wasn't enough for him. No. Odin craved the interaction among the others like him; other gods - he cared not for which pantheon they belonged to. He saw it as the ultimate cornucopia of insight. Who better to learn new things from than the gods who resided over their own ilk? He was successful in his endeavors and took his learnings and turned it into an empire with which he could live off of. A kingdom among men. An empire built on the collection of secrets and backroom dealings and pouring himself over tomes, scrolls, textbooks, running this body of his ragged just for the mere taste. It all became worth it, when he started up not only a publishing company, but a networking and of course one that dealt in antiquities one as well. From there Odin's empire only grew, over the years he was able to establish and shadow run other businesses; effectively making the Börson a name known 'round the globe for having their fingers in a number of different pies. Now, however, you can find Øyvind Börson living it up in "retirement". Though he uses that term loosely. There is always someone somewhere that insists on pestering the Allfather with trivial matters. All of which he is expected to be responsible for and deal with. He will of course because honestly he detests idle hands. Odin is still a seeker of knowledge and a lot of the times can be found sitting in the back of university classes, absorbing the lessons spouted by midgardians in less than enthusiastic tones, stuck in his own private museum pouring over ancient texts or tending to some other piece of equipment. There's even a high chance of catching him dancing around his penthouse a la Tom Cruise in 'Risky Business'. What does he care? He's retired... he shouldn't be bothered for 'nothing but a good time. ██████████████████████ 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 ⌟ ◈ To seek out all the knowledge the world has to offer. To obtain to unobtainable. Collect as many artifacts from the different pantheons and learn from them. To be able to prevent such a disaster as the Fall from ever taking root within the Nine Realms and lording it over the different pantheons and the immortals that reside within them. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ◈ The end of days. Ragnarök. It's not so much a fear as it was when he first learned of the inevitability. However, a millennia or so has passed and though it isn't as prevalent within the forefront of Odin's mind, it is still there. He fears that, upon looking at his fellow counterparts of the opposite pantheons, he will, or rather has, become a lot like them in their relationships with their children. The absentee, the neglectful, the bane of their existence. 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kz's krypt | a character storage

Ｅｌｅａｎｏｒ • Ｗｈｙｌｅｓ

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"I feel like I'm on the run" ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ｃｈｅｅｋｙ | ａｍｂｉｔｉｏｕｓ | ｃｈａｒｉｓｍａｔｉｃ | ａｄｒｏｉｔ | ｍｉｓｃｈｉｅｖｏｕｓ | ｄｉｓｔｒｕｓｔｆｕｌ | ｄｅｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｖｅ Nellie is the epitome of woodland wild child. At least she was. She underwent a personality change when thrown into the camps, from this larger than life, trusting, sweet girl to something harder. More skittish. Though with training Nellie was able to hold onto her charm, it helps having such a young appearance, and has been able to successfully "fake it till she makes it". It's an ability she likes to take advantage of when in tight spots among others, or to help someone else get out of trouble they found themselves in. Content with being alone, Nellie does find herself seeking comfort with a small group; no more than three. If she's alone with her thoughts for too long it's a sight that'll break your heart. True chaotic neutral, she seeks out what path will benefit her moreso than others. At least that's what she likes to project to others; it works for the most part. Nellie is constantly trying to improve herself, to strive to be better. Than who? She doesn't even know. Probably herself and of course her family - whom she sees as weak for being overpowered and killed so easily. With the gift of gab, an appearance that is appealing and gait that speaks of nimbleness, there isn't much that Nellie can't achieve. A true fox in the hen house. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Nellie is the epitome of woodland wild child. At least she was. Everything changed when she and her sister were plucked from the destruction left in the wake by Rodelian soldiers. The middle child born to gypsies, Nellie was raised in the woods along with her siblings only venturing into the nearest town to perform alongside her mother and sister or to pick up supplies they couldn't otherwise make themselves. Growing up in the woods Nellie was essentially one with nature. Bathing in brooks and rivers and streams, always smeared with some kind of dirt or mud from rolling around and chasing creatures. Learning to mimic bird calls and climbing trees to gather the fruits that grew there among other things. She was never more at peace than when she would sit among the tall grass at the water's edge and just... listen to what the world was saying. It was peaceful. A simple life. They didn't have much but it was enough. Nellie with nimble fingers and even quicker legs easily snatched things from vendors when in town - all part of the game, her parents would say. "Just don't get caught" and she took that to heart. Never caught, Nellie took her spoils and shared them amongst her siblings until there was little left for her. A Robin Hood of her own design. When her brother was of the age of seventeen there was an argument that broke out between him and their parents resulting in him abandoning the family and joining Rodel in their quest of obtaining new "soldiers". Thomas had led them to the Whyles family, effectively wiping them out and stealing the girls away in the light of the raging fires taking over the woods once called home. Nellie likes to think that her brother didn't know what was going to happen when he arrived back on the stoop of his family home with new "friends". However, he did nothing to stop the aftermath. Nor did he make any motion at trying to help her while in the prisons. To her, he might as well have died that night along with their parents. Not long into their time in the prisons, Hazel passed, unfit for the conditions they were placed under. A raging fire of her own taking hold within Nellie. Vowing that she would do whatever it took to make sure that they burned and suffered as she had. And then some. No longer was she a little girl with dirt caking her cheeks, living carefree in the thick woods. Now she was hardened, distrustful of strangers and looking out for herself over all others. Escaping was the hard part. But once she was gone, it was easy to stay steps ahead of those that followed. After all, "don't get caught" was something she excelled at. ____________________________________________________________________________ C H I M E R A I N F O F O X Cunning as a fox and twice as deadly ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R #fbceb1 Nellie is proficient in multiple languages; anything that she picked up from being in the camps and out in the world. She easily mixes up her dialects when speaking to others outside of those she trained and grew up with - product of speaking faster than she thinks. Light on her feet; able to walk among dead leaves with minimum noise Double jointed, allowing her to squeeze into tight, small spaces - even though she absolutely hates it Can climb pretty quickly; it's the getting down part she hates Hums to herself when lost in thought or bored Always has dirt somewhere on her Enjoys laying in the tall grass and just stare up into the sky [day or night] Nellie is fast, but not strong and knows when to run away Makes hurt, chirping noises in her sleep when having a nightmare Though she is distrustful of most doesn't mean she isn't flirty or enjoys teasing others - it just sometimes comes off as mean or too strong. There is no in between.

___________________________________ N A M E Eleanor Whyles Nellie A G E Aug 19th, 21 G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 121lbs Hair: Auburn with copper and blonde undertones Eyes: Amber Body: Fit frame due to being in the military and undergoing rigorous training and experiments. Though there is muscle definition, Nellie still sports a lithe body adorned with subtle curves. Her body is littered with freckles from her days out in the sun, before and after, something she finds endearing and charming - apparently people are more at ease with the presence of them. Nellie keeps her nails trimmed, but long and sharp enough to use as weapons and do some damage, should she need too. ___________________________________ F A M I L Y Father - Jack Whyles ✝ Mother - Esther Whyles ✝ Older Brother - Thomas Whyles Younger Sister - Hazel Whyles ✝ ___________________________________

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"I feel like I'm on the run" ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ｃｈｅｅｋｙ | ａｍｂｉｔｉｏｕｓ | ｃｈａｒｉｓｍａｔｉｃ | ａｄｒｏｉｔ | ｍｉｓｃｈｉｅｖｏｕｓ | ｄｉｓｔｒｕｓｔｆｕｌ | ｄｅｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｖｅ Nellie is the epitome of woodland wild child. At least she was. She underwent a personality change when thrown into the camps, from this larger than life, trusting, sweet girl to something harder. More skittish. Though with training Nellie was able to hold onto her charm, it helps having such a young appearance, and has been able to successfully "fake it till she makes it". It's an ability she likes to take advantage of when in tight spots among others, or to help someone else get out of trouble they found themselves in. Content with being alone, Nellie does find herself seeking comfort with a small group; no more than three. If she's alone with her thoughts for too long it's a sight that'll break your heart. True chaotic neutral, she seeks out what path will benefit her moreso than others. At least that's what she likes to project to others; it works for the most part. Nellie is constantly trying to improve herself, to strive to be better. Than who? She doesn't even know. Probably herself and of course her family - whom she sees as weak for being overpowered and killed so easily. With the gift of gab, an appearance that is appealing and gait that speaks of nimbleness, there isn't much that Nellie can't achieve. A true fox in the hen house. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Nellie is the epitome of woodland wild child. At least she was. Everything changed when she and her sister were plucked from the destruction left in the wake by Rodelian soldiers. The middle child born to gypsies, Nellie was raised in the woods along with her siblings only venturing into the nearest town to perform alongside her mother and sister or to pick up supplies they couldn't otherwise make themselves. Growing up in the woods Nellie was essentially one with nature. Bathing in brooks and rivers and streams, always smeared with some kind of dirt or mud from rolling around and chasing creatures. Learning to mimic bird calls and climbing trees to gather the fruits that grew there among other things. She was never more at peace than when she would sit among the tall grass at the water's edge and just... listen to what the world was saying. It was peaceful. A simple life. They didn't have much but it was enough. Nellie with nimble fingers and even quicker legs easily snatched things from vendors when in town - all part of the game, her parents would say. "Just don't get caught" and she took that to heart. Never caught, Nellie took her spoils and shared them amongst her siblings until there was little left for her. A Robin Hood of her own design. When her brother was of the age of seventeen there was an argument that broke out between him and their parents resulting in him abandoning the family and joining Rodel in their quest of obtaining new "soldiers". Thomas had led them to the Whyles family, effectively wiping them out and stealing the girls away in the light of the raging fires taking over the woods once called home. Nellie likes to think that her brother didn't know what was going to happen when he arrived back on the stoop of his family home with new "friends". However, he did nothing to stop the aftermath. Nor did he make any motion at trying to help her while in the prisons. To her, he might as well have died that night along with their parents. Not long into their time in the prisons, Hazel passed, unfit for the conditions they were placed under. A raging fire of her own taking hold within Nellie. Vowing that she would do whatever it took to make sure that they burned and suffered as she had. And then some. No longer was she a little girl with dirt caking her cheeks, living carefree in the thick woods. Now she was hardened, distrustful of strangers and looking out for herself over all others. Escaping was the hard part. But once she was gone, it was easy to stay steps ahead of those that followed. After all, "don't get caught" was something she excelled at. ____________________________________________________________________________ C H I M E R A I N F O F O X Cunning as a fox and twice as deadly ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R #fbceb1 Nellie is proficient in multiple languages; anything that she picked up from being in the camps and out in the world. She easily mixes up her dialects when speaking to others outside of those she trained and grew up with - product of speaking faster than she thinks. Light on her feet; able to walk among dead leaves with minimum noise Double jointed, allowing her to squeeze into tight, small spaces - even though she absolutely hates it Can climb pretty quickly; it's the getting down part she hates Hums to herself when lost in thought or bored Always has dirt somewhere on her Enjoys laying in the tall grass and just stare up into the sky [day or night] Nellie is fast, but not strong and knows when to run away Makes hurt, chirping noises in her sleep when having a nightmare Though she is distrustful of most doesn't mean she isn't flirty or enjoys teasing others - it just sometimes comes off as mean or too strong. There is no in between.

___________________________________ N A M E Eleanor Whyles Nellie A G E Aug 19th, 21 G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 121lbs Hair: Auburn with copper and blonde undertones Eyes: Amber Body: Fit frame due to being in the military and undergoing rigorous training and experiments. Though there is muscle definition, Nellie still sports a lithe body adorned with subtle curves. Her body is littered with freckles from her days out in the sun, before and after, something she finds endearing and charming - apparently people are more at ease with the presence of them. Nellie keeps her nails trimmed, but long and sharp enough to use as weapons and do some damage, should she need too. ___________________________________ F A M I L Y Father - Jack Whyles ✝ Mother - Esther Whyles ✝ Older Brother - Thomas Whyles Younger Sister - Hazel Whyles ✝ ___________________________________

Resistance- Interest Check/Character Sign Ups

What type of animals are there to choose from? I'm assuming nothing that was discovered after the 40s since that's when this takes place, also nothing like dinosaurs. But yes, definitely interested in this.

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interactions: Ares @Legion02 | Hathor @Akayaofthemoon
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Ares could never read people well. He never had to. The games of politics were at best a slightly less dull pastime to him. That’s why he sat back in the shadows as his mother made her speech. Pothos came in as well. She was such a talented singer. Not even Ares could deny that. The fact that he had a plate hanging on his wall back home attested to that. Still, he wished she would apply herself more. If she wanted to she could’ve battled for the top spots in all the world's charts, but she was going easy now. She took more after her mother oftentimes.

The gleam of the golden apple pendant did make Ares lean forward in interest. Ages ago, so far that it had become pure myth, an apple just like that sundered two great powers and countless heroes. Ares himself had fought on the plains around Troy. What was his mother playing at? She didn’t do small acts of kindness. Was this something to rile up the younger gods? Was she fishing for another divine war?

Those questions vanished the second the doors opened to lt the latest goddess in. Smelt her first. That delicious scent of sweet chocolate and sinful alcohol. The blood in Ares’ veins warmed up through her presence alone. Before everyone had been at their best possible behavior so it wasn’t a very thrilling situation.

Tlazōlteōtl’s entrance changed that immediately. He spotted her and for a sweet second he locked into her beautiful, topaz eyes like he had done so many times before. In a split second plans changed. The serene place he would invite her to faded. Something else would have to be done. Ares got up. There were other, secluded places. Even here. Especially here. He gave Tlaz a small, taunting smile. Enough to make sure that she knew he saw her. Then he started walking towards the gardens outside, where he vanished from her sight into the hedges.

Storming into the main hall, where everyone was seated, did nothing to quench the fire burning under her skin. If anything it served to keep it going. Especially when the target of her rage was spotted getting up from his hiding place, only to scurry off to another, having the nerve to smirk at her. He wasn't getting off that easily. Tlazōlteōtl quickly took chase and hunted him down, finding herself in the gardens and losing sight of him completely.

Scoffing and sighing heavily through her nose, throwing her arms up in frustration and venturing deeper into the hedges, seeking her man. "I swear to Huitzilopochtli, Ares, you're not getting off with a warning." Grumbling to herself it was clear that she had no directional sense of where she was or where she was headed, only that smacking the shit out of Ares was the top of her list. If only she could get to him.

Taking a deep breath she halted her movements. "Ares, yōltzin, come to me~" Her voice, sultry and low, easily carried through the vegetation surrounding her. It is better to catch flies with honey than with vinegar after all.

“You called?” Said a soft voice from behind her. Before Tlaz knew it she was grabbed around the waist. One hand covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Soft lips kissed her neck in a bid to rile her up even more.

To Ares it was all a game of course. This wasn’t the first time he teased the Aztec goddess so mercilessly. It was their wicked way of playing with each other. She’d return the favor, he was sure of it. In her own way she’d torture him after this. So he was going to have his fun. At least for now, before he’d have to breach the subject of Madrid. It was an ever looming thing Ares knew would have to be discussed sooner rather than later. But that didn’t take away that he wanted to enjoy his short time with Tlaz first.

As quickly as he had grabbed her he let her go again, except with one hand he spun her around so she’d be facing him. Again he gave her a daring smirk.

He was on her quicker than she realized, her wrath clouding all senses except for the desire to rip her claws into him and tear him apart. A blessing in disguised, honestly. There was such short amount of time where his lips touched the exposed skin of her neck, the warmth radiating from him called out to her. To succumb to the desires they both still harbored for the other. How she wished to just fall back and melt into him. It was something that was as ingrained into their being as being able to breath. Always with a tease, a taunt, a smirk. Loving words spoken as if nothing else existed before turning it around and playing more games. A hunt, a chase. Though the moment was cut in twain and standing there, facing that stupid, attractive smirk of his she was reminded of why she stormed after him.

A coquettish smile graced her painted lips as she looked him over, stepping closer, one hand to his chest running up to his tie to grip it tight. Before he could make a move or speak once more, Tlazōlteōtl raised her hand and brought it firmly across the side of his face. The sound that emanated from the force of the slap was enough to get even the smallest of creatures dwelling in the gardens to hold their breath. Her own chest heaving with everything she wanted to say. You axno conetl!" The fire that was dwindling in her veins from his grip was ignited in that contact with him and as she continued to stare at him, it only seemed to grow. "You left me?! No note, not call, no contact!? Nothing."

Tlaz raised both hands into fists as she proceeded to beat on his chest, each landing with less and less power behind them. As furious as she was there was no denying how wonderful it was to be in presence after so long. It only served to remind her just exactly how lonely she’s truly been all this time. ”Just… why…” her words, whispered, seeped out from loose lips as the fire seemed to ebb back into an ember.

She slapped him, she was hitting him yet Ares’ own fire was burning down as well. The intensity of Tlaz’ hate had melted away in an instant. Still he took the hits. She need this, he knew that much. When it all became too much everyone becomes a creature of physical expression. So he let her hit him as he felt her fire burn out. He didn’t answer her questions either, not yet at least. That’s not what she needed right now. As the power behind her punches weakened more and more Ares moved his own arms to slowly embrace her.

When Tlaz was finished, Ares was holding her close. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. He meant it, though he knew it wasn’t enough. Not at all. But he still needed to say it. Everything she accused him of was true. He did leave her.

Thirty Years ago, Madrid

When he woke up that morning, thirty years ago, Tlaz was still asleep beside him. Outside it was still dark but he didn’t want to go back to sleep. For a time he was happy to just lay down beside her, with his head on his pillow and watch her. She had a cute nose. Everything about Tlaz was beautiful but her nose was cute. Aphrodite didn’t have a that. Or rather, Ares realized at that moment, he never cared to notice such things about the Greek goddess of beauty. Right now though, he felt happy. But then a fear crept into his heart. Was this him? Truly him? The Ares that fought on the fields before the great walls of Troy? The Ares to which King Leonidas and his Three hundred prayed to?

He was changing. Being with Tlaz, it was changing him. He got up. His blood began to boil. Why? He wasn’t fighting? He wasn’t loving? Why was it boiling? He needed to cool down. Light from a street lamp shone inside the bathroom of the hotel. Ares rushed over to the sink. Something was happening and it was wrong. He splashed water in his face to cool himself down. It only confirmed how hot he was running. Physically hot. Tlaz was changing him but he couldn’t change. He couldn’t become soft now. Athena’s endless taunting would drive him to the edge if he let his skin thin. Zeus’ constant disappointment would wear him thin. The Olympians were toxic and you only survived them by being able to weather every jab and insult, or by being loved by everyone. Ares was not Pasithea or Hebe. He needed his walls around him.

This metamorphosis had to stop. There was only one way to do that. He pushed himself away from the sink and grabbed his bags. Ares always travelled light for a reason like this. In ten minutes he already had a foot out the door but he stopped and turned around to look at Tlaz one more time. Something deep down him told him he’d regret this. Sooner rather than later he’d regret it.

Today, Seattle

And now he did regret it. “I hurt you. I know that now.” He said. “There are no words in any language that I can use that will earn my forgiveness.” Not that he would even be able to use them. Weaving honeyed words was an art Apollo practiced. Ares never saw a use to it. Until now, at least. “I want you back though. I want to earn you back. If you’ll let me.”

Tlazōlteōtl wanted to scoff at his words. He would absolutely have to earn her back. Though it was a futile battle to participate in. Ares was a master of war and she already lost her heart to him. There was no need for him to fight, not really. But she needed him to hurt just a fraction of how badly she had been hurting these last few decades. Being pulled into his warming embrace, held tightly, having him whisper these words to her made the embers in her ignite once more into something of love rather than rage and hate. Tlaz had missed this. Craved it for so long and now that she has it, she is content to fall back into a gentle rhythm with him once more.

"You did more than hurt me, yōltzin. I want nothing more than to go back to before, for you to be mine and I yours…" Her words were muffled against his chest. So close, if she focused her eyes she would be able to see the individual threads that made up his suit jacket. See that there were colors of plum blended among the grays and blacks that made up the majority of his wardrobe. It was refreshing to see him branch out. The thought alone, of him growing and changing and not because of her, brought the somberness back into her head and heart rather than the fury. _{'Give it time...'} the voice inside her spoke.

Pulling back enough to look up into his face she managed a small smile, for even though her heart was fractured he was there, with her. Right now. Not the other woman. The other woman. It's when the questions came flooding back and she needed to hear it from him. If he were serious about wanting her back, to try to "earn" her back as he says then he needed to start answering her. "Who is she? The woman. Melissa mentioned you were on the phone with someone. Someone you love." It was now or never, Ares. What was going to be his play? Will he run away once more or stand on the front lines and take damage? "If you mean what you say yōltzin, you will answer me. If there is another..." Tlazōlteōtl let the statement hang in the air. Mostly for show, as a threat. Partly because she didn't know what she would do if his love was directed to another. It was a situation Tlaz was not familiar with and one she didn't like to find herself in.

A plan truly never survives first contact. In his mind, Ares had planned it all out. He was going to tell the tale of the last thirty years slowly. Until Tlaz mentioned Melissa. She should’ve known the woman would work for Tlaz. She was far too beautiful to be a simple guide to rich idiots. An old, ever simmering fury began to boil up once more. Melissa betrayed him. If that had happened even half a century ago Ares wouldn’t have tolerated such a thing. He would’ve yelled and screamed, and then fired her at the very least. Of course, a vengeful part of him might’ve gone further still. He would’ve turned the poor woman’s life into a living hell. It was easier to destroy lives than most people thought.

The god of war took a breath to stop his own furious thoughts. He had to be better than that.

“There can never be another like you.” Ares said. He did keep hold of Tlaz’ hands. In a way he was almost afraid to let her go. Truly, the English word was lacking though. Love meant too many things. It was an odd thing he only learned a few years ago from another human. The Greeks had at least seven different kinds of love. “You are Agape to me. My love to you is boundless and unconditional. Should you walk away now I’d still love you. I could never stop.” He paused for a moment, to calm his own heart again.

“The other woman you speak of… the other girl really. I love her in a different way. I won’t lie to you. She is dear to me.” He squeezed her hands lightly. His heart dropped. If she wanted to walk away he would not hold on. It would be her choice. Yet he knew his own body would betray him if she did. His heart would fight for her. He took a big breath to steady his nerves. For two millennia had been shot and stabbed, yet this made him nervous.

“She’s my daughter. Someday… I hope you can accept her as well and we three can share a life together.” Every second of silence after he said that was like torture. His muscles strained against themselves.

Then an idea ignited in his mind. He would fight for Tlaz, as he promised. And it would start with acting instead of speaking. “I propose dinner. I’ll ask her to come to Seattle in a week, after the whole festival of life, so she can join us and you can meet her.” After all, Isabel always wanted a family.

His hold on her had not waned in all these years but the words he spoke just couldn't quite reach her, even as she listened intently to them. _{'Another woman... a daughter... dear to him…'} They stuck out like a sore thumb and Tlazōlteōtl couldn't be bothered to look past them. Of course she would love any part of Ares. It was inevitable. That included his children, of which he had many with the goddess of love and beauty - a notion she had always been envious of. However, it never once deterred her from him. So what was it about a new one that rubbed her the wrong way? _{'The fact that he's just now divulging this to you is one reason. How old is she? Did he leave you for another and this child was born from their budding romance? Why else would he continue to hide her from you? To hide himself from you? Guard your heart…'} Her internal thoughts were screaming at her to see the signs, read between the lines he shelled out.

Tlazōlteōtl squeezed his hands back, reassuring him that she had heard his words, that she was there for him as he claimed he was for her. It was as much for his benefit as it was to calm and ground her. Should she dwell on the thoughts too long she was bound to start hitting him once more. But before she could get a word in edgewise to answer his questions, to say anything on this bomb of information he dropped on her, something from the bushes caught their attention.

After his conversation with Anteros, Hati excused himself and followed after the loving cross pantheon couple expecting to find destruction in the wake of Tlazōlteōtl's wrath. She seemed more agitated than normal when it comes to Ares and since acquiring this new client, it would behoove him to follow and gain any gossip to pass her way.

So there he stood, among the high bushes, intently watching the scene unfold around him. Snapping pictures on his phone, recording bits and pieces - with and without sound; just to piss Isabel off. Their words were meaningless to him, though when Ares dropped that he had a daughter, a new one things began to click in place for him. This mysterious mortal woman wishes to know more about this godly man? Of course, he was her father. But why did that mean she had to resort to stalking and investigations to get to know him?

Another presence crept up on the couple and Hati moved further down wind to ensure his cover wasn't blown until he was ready to approach War on his own terms. For now, Hati was content with watching the scene unfold before him.

Unlike the prowling wolf that remained hidden, content with observation of the scene unfolding, Hathor was far from amused when her dark eyes landed on the pair and had no plans to let this conversation continue. Ares was a weakness for Tlaz, easily slipping past her defenses because her love for him willingly let him in and left her vulnerable. Did she wish for Tlaz’s happiness? Always. Did she think the person to provide it should be Ares? Absolutely not. He didn’t have to deal or see the aftermath of his actions, Hathor did. It wasn’t him to dry the goddess’s tears and to slowly collect the fractured pieces of her hurt heart before building her back up, that was her. If Hath had to be a shield for Tlaz so the emotions didn’t sweep her away in that moment and could give her some space to think logically, she would. Protecting people, especially women, was her purpose so even though she was in immense pain, even though all she wanted to do was sit down and relax, she found herself squaring her shoulders, putting on a strong front and gliding across the grass with all of the grace of the queen she should have been had Ra keep his promises. ”Tlaz, there you are! I have been looking for you everywhere.”, she said to capture the pair's attention, her tone playfully friendly and light as a bright smile lit up her features.

She physically took Tlaz’s hands from Ares, placing them in her own as she lightly brushed her lips to kiss each of the woman’s cheeks in greeting. Hathor turned her attention towards Ares, making sure to lock her gaze with his own as her eyes changed from the soft shine of delight into something dangerous. The smile she had worn moments ago dropped from her face before she spoke, all the warmth devoid from her tone and taking on a strict business attitude because the last thing she needed was a fight in her condition so some politeness was needed.“Ares.”, she started, giving him acknowledgement before continuing, ”It is always such a pleasure to see you again. I’m sure you won’t mind if I steal Tlaz away. I have a private matter of great importance that needs to be discussed and unfortunately it can’t wait.” Hathor didn’t give him an opportunity to dispute her demanding words, already working to lead the Goddess of Sin away from the God of War. She was thankful that in this moment, her words were actually true in some capacity.