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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Port

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A wedding was in the works, and one he was planning to crash though not immediately. Rhys chuckled as he studied the clothes he had acquired. The clothing he had been wearing had been tossed aside and burned with a bit of magyck. In their place he had donned the clothing of one of the Elder God's victims, meals so to speak. A man who could for his build and measurements be his twin, a shame he had to kill the man. He could have pinned all the nefarious deeds on the man. But you couldn't have everything in life, it was supposed to be bad for you. Which was ridiculous.

Staring up at the castle, he wandered with the crowd listening the gossip as he acted like the many who were going to take a look within the Wizard's Tower and this wedding that had a good potion of the castle stirred up. "I assume you will be able to negate most anyone who may cause trouble?" Rhys noted absently, and mentally, to his unwanted passenger. "This wedding should fill you up for a time and gain us both the knowledge we seek." While he had been planning to go straight to the Witch Mother of the Port Coven, that plan had been put on hold. There was no time and he needed to get into that damn tower. In was the hard part, getting out would be easy enough with all the confuse he could create.

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Skaoi Silverveil

Location: Infirmary[/center]

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Skaoi sighed in forlorn annoyance as she sat quietly in the infirmary. Her slim fingers turning pages in the volume where she had found mention of the Sickenesse or something much like it. Still searching for something more, something that might spare others from the horrors this disease caused. As a physik, and someone who valued life, Skaoi abhorred death. She knew there were two types, the preventable and those whose passing was time. The latter was easy to accept and she had even heard from the whisper of other of her craft that there were those patients for whom this soft passing was a blessing. She hadn't known what to say to that when she first heard it, but now she thought she might understand it a bit better.

Though this noise and issue with the wedding was gnawing at her nerves. Terrified that she might be suspected as an assassin, found out as a disgraced noble, possibly imprisoned for both! Worse, if she was imprisoned who would come to her aid? A small Princeling? Oh, she would never doubt that Myrus would be her champion, the sweet boy, but his word against all the 'evidence' would be a small thing. No, her family would not care, disgrace and in exile as she was. Which meant she would need to find a good place to disappear while still being able to tend to her patients til this was all over and the true threat found. A impossible feat. On top of it all there were all manner of strange folk roaming the halls and heavens for-fend if one of them walked into her infirmary! The lovely 'All-Mother' had her enternal gratitude, and Skaoi would do practically anything for the woman.

Which brought her to another thought that strayed through her fretting mind. His Highness had called her mother. Her pale cheeks bloomed crimson at the thought. Standing swiftly she moved about the room, checking on those whose lives where resting in her hands. Of course she was embarrassed about the lapse, but a soft thought of pleasure at being so close to another was nestled against her heart. The physik cared for the young Prince a great deal and had the All-Mother asked for her life in exchange for the Prince's she would have given it. She was a noble and noble's loyalty was to the royals of the land. Technically she should still be bowing to the Easter Snow Plains, but they were far away and she wanted to put those old memories behind her.

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Grimspound

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Location: The Port => Snake Slipway

Skills: Asgardian Magic, Blend, Sneaking, Intuition and Perception

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Jazen 'Grimspound' Dryki rubbed his freshly shaven jaw still unused to the smoothness. It was unwise to wield a razor at sea and while he could have done it magically he preferred to save that aspect of his nature for surprises. Made life more interesting, as his mother said once. "The hidden strike is always the most effective and swiftest. The shaved knuckle is always the most daunting element. Thus is why we of the Dryki keep to ourselves." His grandmother was the Matriarch of the family and his mother set to take over after her. A fact he tried to forget most days. Neither had explained exactly what the family was waiting for. But they were tireless in that fact and the rest of the aunts, uncles, and cousins were happy enough to live as they always had. The odd 'duck' every so often leaving for grander things.

Dressed now in a loose white dress-shirt with a dark green vest over it. The embroidery of the vest was done by the hand of his cousin Sandry, the minute detail of predators moving about the seams to those who looked carefully. The amber thread matched the dark gold buttons. Bits of wealth like the amber cuff-links that he had purchased rather than haul a trunk full of coins with him. Then again, it was always wise to have a spare high end outfit when travelling for just this reason. Boots that hugged his caff and pants that would make, and had made, many a woman swoon hugged his legs. He had spent a fair bit over an hour getting ready for the damned wedding and to perhaps seek out the ExtraOrdinary Wizard that seemed to run the Wizard's Tower. Not for anything formal, just for a good solid discussion of magick. Looking good would keep the guards from looking twice at him, as they most likely would have if he looked as though he'd been aboard a ship for weeks.

Of course, Ahote running off towards a mob and Arnora following the madden man had irked Grimspound a fair deal. He had learned on his travels that you didn't run towards mobs, and the best thing to do was to avoid them. Something that was further enforced as he saw the young wizard branded with a 'M'. The crime was spreading the Sickenesse and Grimspound felt that cold fury stir in his heart at the ignorance. If the boy had spread it, then they should find a way to cure him! Not this! "I will be heading to the wedding myself, though I do hope the Wizards will allow me access to their libraries." He was doubtful about it, but he just needed to get his foot in the door at least. Turning a cold gaze back to the crowed, the man snarled softly. Dangerously. "I tire of these savages. Ahote, could you get that young man out of there perhaps? Or cause a distraction? I'll get him away from here. He'd be better off..." Surrounded by others like him. Other Wizards who could defend themselves from this madness. Twitching his hand slightly, the man observed the crowd looking for any route to the branded wizard. Bending the light, a bit of unseeing... He could slip among them and grab the lad.

Moving before the man could respond, Grimspound moved towards the mob. Of course the minute he decided to do something his blast magic gave a wink and turned the coin of luck. Cursing to himself in several tongues and calling himself a fool several times over for this, he moved through the mob towards the branded wizard. The least he could do was try to get the boy out of there. Gripping the lad's shoulder, Grimspound suppressed the urge to blast the damnable mob into the river and coat ice over the water. His emerald eyes snapping with the fury that was clawing him up inside, Jazen gripped his temper and shortened the leash. It would not do to have an outcry and do damage to the mob, he reasoned. They would only have more reason to turn upon those who wielded magyck. They could try, whispered that cold rage within him. They would try at this rate either way, and he could end it here. Show them a power they could not match. And have his magick duck his summons again? His rational thoughts argued. No, the risk was too great and he would not be a fool.

He was already being foolish enough.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

Location: Formal Sitting Room

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Richard glared at the two pixie children as they whirled into the room. One hand propping up his head as he narrowed a snake-esque eye at Tatl. "I will speak to you as I choose. You would to well to learn to respect your elders, little Tinkerbell. As well as heeding your own advice." Though he looked stern, his tone was firm and not cruel. Though he was going to let out that bit of cruelty out on some unfortunate soul the next time he sparred someone other than his sister or any woman. Giving a smirk at Tael's actions Richard couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"You say calling people names is rude, but did you not call my sister weird as your brother said?" The assassin pointed out with annoyance. "As for who I think I am? An assassin, well, former." The man smiled with a mocking grin. "Currently I'm a protective brother and I guess you could call me Ayita's tutor in how humans work when she bothers to ask. It's all rather curious at how our dear mother screwed up so badly. Though, I'll call it a blessing in the long run."

Richard mused absently, not even really talking to the annoy Tatl so much as the calmer Tael. "If Ayita is strange perhaps it is because you expect a human mind at all times. Well, what happens then the human mind is put on hold for... five years or so? Five years of thinking only of survival and learning how to shift and move through mountain, sea, and sky. Never knowing if you'll be able to shift back to what you were born as because there is always that constant barrage of the instincts of every creature battering at you." Shaking his dark head, Richard smiled fondly. "I admire her for it, and for remaining human. Her life would be easier if she gave into the urge of the sea." There was a sadness in the assassin eyes that turned to iron as he looked at Tatl. "And you will be nothing but polite to her. Else I may make sure there's only meatloaf in the kitchen for the next year." Poor him! Having a hard month of worrying about his sister when she was in the North with her 'mate'. Now she was back and he was second in her eyes, though he understood why she didn't tell him everything. She was private. It was how she was, had always been.

Ayita Dyrkin

Location: Outside

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Ayita blinked as the cats rubbed up against her, moving to give them the attention they desired before they move onto Allison. She had little to do with tamed creatures, if one could call a cat 'tame'. They were selective beings that chose the person and not the other way around. "Do not let them loose in the air. For all your care they do not have the song of the wind in their veins." Ayita stated softly to Gambit with a slight glint in her amber eyes as she studied the man who was seeking Pietro's life. "You would do well to speak with my Brother. He would find you most interesting." They had a similar attitude about them. The strange language that was French that slipped from Remy was partly understandable due to the few words Richard would mutter to her or himself in those late nights when comfort was found in quiet companionship.

Turning from the group, Ayita repressed a sneer as Marygold planted a seed of catnip and grew it. The kittens snatching it to race into the manor. Stamping on the rising urge to start a fight with the woman, Ayita nodded to Allison before shifting from woman to large several. Her hide rippling over muscles that had been hone on the hunt. Sniffing the carrier to catch the scent of the three troublemakers, Ayita turned towards the manor giving Marygold that wide berth and even placing Allison between the two of them as she pointedly ignored the woman. Flicking her tail she easily bounded after the cats, casting a thought back to Remy to perhaps ease the man's mind if it reached him. "I watch small cats. Not eat. Safe they be." There was a certain snarl the mind voice about the eating bit and it didn't feel completely human. Keeping pace the large several sniffed about looking to locate the three ruffians.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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"Gen is a decent chief. Though he claims he's the only chief." Denar noted with amusement as he leaned back in the chair, resting his boots on the polished surface of the dining room table. The large windows that ringed the room letting in the hazy light of morn. The storm that was passing through the night past slowly easing away to a overcast day. Hooking his hands behind his head, the male peered out at the open sky over the mountain valley with bland interest as Fatima began playing with the various pots and potions. Not twitching as Lucivar came in claiming to be Consort for the fallen Queen of Dene Nehele.

Belor also saw reason to test that claim because like Hell they were going to let him assume that position with the Lady Fatima. If he wasn't a Warlord Prince who wore a stronger jewel than the Queen who held their hope and an Eyrien warrior on top of that they might have been more lenient. Might have let it wander there. But not when things were dire. Not when their only hope was a single, flighty woman. Though she did have balls to stand against Faeril. Something that asserted in the Warlord Pricnes' minds that she was worth something. "He's a Dhemlan, Prince. They have no reason to care for Dorothea." Belor stated mildly with not-so-hidden lick of irritation.

Gen was dusting his hands on a rag as he studied the lot with narrowed eyes from the arch to the kitchen. The smell of cooking meat filling the room behind him. "At ease, Brother. He's part of the Queen's Court, hopefully one with a better fate." He chuckled darkly as he turned a golden gaze on Vaclav. "And you will not be leaving. Not until Ashke agrees that you may, and I don't suggest you try." There was too much at stake to let them leave, and Gen liked having his 'bits' attached to him. If he let them go before Faeril was able to take care of them... It would not go over well.

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Richard Laine

Location: Hallway ---> Formal Sitting Room

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Richard snapped from his rush of thoughts and gave Tatl a stern look. "That- is unkind to say of my sister." He stated coldly. Child or no he would not hear of insults to his beloved baby sister. To be quite honest this buzzing girl was obnoxious to the point of annoyance. Little wonder Ayita was one of the few particularly young children he could be around. "I'm merely curious what she is up to, she rarely does anything wrong. Perhaps a bit oddly, but not wrong." Looking to Tael he gave a slight smirk as the calmer boy flew about.

"That 'weirdo' girl is only so weird as you are." He informed the pixie girl, Tatl. Turning on his heels the man stalked down the hall to the front palor. Ducking under the pixie's feet. It was a retreat that was true, but he honestly didn't give a damn at the moment. This girl was a faux fairy who was so very like a demon of torment. Rapping knuckles on the door the palor, he ducked into the room. Shutting the door firmly behind him, being careful lest he catch the girl in the frame in his attempt to escape her. "This is why I adored Ayita. She. Is. Quiet." He gritted out with a wearied sigh. Giving a small nod to Dean, and the others in the room he collapsed into a chair.

Ayita Dyrkin

Location: Outside

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Ayita pulled up short as her amber eyes narrowed on the woman approaching the manor. Stepping slightly in front of Allison, the tall Alaskan narrowed her eyes as she studied this new comer for she was unlike anyone Ayita had ever seen. Which was not always a good thing, though as Storm smiled Ayita retracted the step, her eyes softening from their keen edge as she pointedly did not respond to Marygold. That woman should be happy that Ayita was not demanding satisfaction for the insult to her brother. "It is no bother." Her voice as quiet as ever in contrast to her tall and limber form. Ayita had heard of Storm from various talk about the school and her family. The woman was an ally in every sense and Ayita had no reason to doubt that.

Though her head whipped about as two figures dropped from the sky. With eyes of the tiger, her lips pulled back in a snarl as the beast within her uncurled in preparation for a fight. Things that dropped from the sky hadn't been good in her past experiences. Though she paused as Mary identified them. Relaxing she let out an annoyed breath. "Why is it we have- people showing up at the Mansion? And-" Ayita grumbled on a private thought to Allison, her eyes shifting to the blonde woman before her eyes once more were drawn to the chattering group. "Cats." She stated firmly and with a bit of wonder. Making a wide berth around Marygold while pointedly ignoring the woman, Ayita was lured by the carrier. Her eyes still looking like a cats as she studied the furry shapes. It was best she ignored their 'leader' for now, Ayita mused. She was not sure she would be able to handle another insult.

But she was incredibly interested in the cats. Her mother had never allowed pets and she did care for the odd injured bird at the mansion but they never stayed. They were stirring from sleep, and Ayita bent and reached out carefully with a chittering mewl of her own to catch their attention and greeting. A tiger's chuff. "You can let them run loose outside if you wish. There is no predator that will prey upon them for none would dare pass into my territory. If they do, I shall deal with them, if that is not too barbaric." Ayita couldn't keep the snarl from voice, though it was soft, as she cast a furious look at Marygold as she stood. "You care for them well, and good of you for it." Her amber turned to Gambit as she considered the man a small smile gracing her face as she dismissed Marygold by firmly turning her back on the woman. Not a sign of trust but of scorn. "They are mighty hunters." Ayita purred at the carrier. Enthralled by the small balls of fuzz she would dwarf.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

Hallway

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Richard nearly groaned alound as he watched a second pixie float down the stairs. The child's brother and while he could understand the relationship, he didn't care one wit for the two. Adorable, yes. But now was not the time! [color=Olive}"I am something of a guard, I guess you could say. I'm merely here for sake of my own sister. You might know her... Tall, keeps shifting into different animals, perchant for wearing beads and feathers in her hair?"[/color] And right over there, he noted as he noticed his sister stalk from the palor, looking eager almost to rip into any potential enemies. Now what had woken up Ayita's temper? What had riled the woman to embrace the hunt, or was it just that time of the month?

Or was the pregnant? Richard stiffened as Tatl and Tael's words became white noise to him. Ayita pregnant was a horrifying thought. He was too young yet to be an Uncle, let alone her a mother! Surely Damon and her hadn't been so foolish? Allison was with her, so perhaps their local witchy woman might know? Running through a list of all the potential pregnant traits belonging to birds, various mammals and humans Richard stared at the wall ahead of him in slight horror at the possibility. It couldn't be could it? Surely there had to be something wrong? Something that was said? An old nightmare? That was it!

That had to be it.

Ayita Dyrkin

Palor - First Floor --> Outside

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Startled by Allison's vehemence, Ayita blinked owlishly at her friend as the younger girl concluded the lecture. Stunned from her rage and pain for those brief moments. "You are the only one." The shifter agreed though the words carried more their own weight as her mind gently brushed against Allison's, it wasn't a invasive thought but one that conveyed the sense of love and affection that Ayita felt towards her. When words failed, the sharing of her meaning was sometimes the best thing to do. Pushing herself up off the couch, Ayita wrapped a long arm about Allison's shoulders to pull her close. Her head rest onto of the woman's blonde hair. "I will speak to Brother later about this. He will need to know, but not before time has cooled it enough that I will hold back his rage." For Richard would rage and most likely at the one he held in the greatest disdain which was Marygold. Ayita, as it was currently, was sorely tempted to let him but the team didn't deserve that. Nor did Guin who Richard cared for.

Looking towards the sound of a craft, her amber eyes narrowed as she urged Allison toward the door to the palor. "Someone has come." There was still an defeated slump to the woman's shoulders and a hurt look in her eyes as she made for the patio outside where she heard the ship. "We should see who it is who treads on our territory." Ayita wished she had her bow, and thought she might make like her brother did to have a ranged weapon on her always. But then again, Richard was wise in the ways of gun and she was not so fond of the foolish weaponry human's were constantly debating over.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Athanasia, Daughter of Hades

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Athanasia Theroux

Character Quote: "You can't buy love, but you can pay dearly for it."

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Character Summary

Name: Athanasia Theroux
Aliases: Ash, Athana/Athania, Theroux
Age: 10
Birthday: August 27 2010
Ethnicity: Swedish
Birth Place: Delphi, Greece (Lived in Providence, Rhode Island and for a time in New Orleans)
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin
How Many Years At Camp: Over a year
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: Ancient Greek, Swedish, English

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Appearance

Height: 4 foot 5 inches
Weight: 60 pounds
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Pale blonde
Skin Tone: Pale white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Athanasia, or Ash if one is familiar enough with her, is a lady of quality. She enjoys a good taste in fashion and while perhaps not the favorite person of her mother's husband- her step-father- Ash does live a comfortable life. This is relevant in her taste for dresses of a Lolita sort as she considers the current trend 'too bland' for her cuteness. Wearing reasonable skirts and, only if she must, adorable pants with equally adorable shoes. She has a arrayed a collect of purloined and carefully cared for attire. Something Athanasia is very protective over as getting replacements are not easy. Especially replaces of her many, and very different, hats and her teddybear purse. A gift from her mother.

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Psychology

Cunning * Vengeful * Passionate * Cruel * Perfectionist * Sharp

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Athanasia can be termed in one word as adorable. She's the 'Little Lady' of the party, the type that can smile and charm. A bright and friendly person, that people feel comfortable telling their problems to despite her age. In part this is due to her persistence to 'help' and in part to the fact she is very honest and considerate. But that is merely a mask of sorts, yet friends will still come to her to cry on her shoulder and speak of their woes. Something they can do safely as Athanasia has never broken her given word. No matter what may come because of that. Breaking her word is akin to a mortal sin in Athanasia's point of her view. It would break all the reputation she's built up and her image of being the perfect little daughter. Mind you, she's ten.

Perhaps because of this she wears a very different face in her more private life away from the public eye. In private she is a vengeful spirit that wields her sharp tongue and wicked humor to great effect against any slight to her or those close to her. It is not something she reveals to many. Her sharp temper and pride are a bold streak across her young mind while her quieter and softer affections are her mask, the true affection is far more genuine. She cares deeply for those who can accept her her and embraces those rare few she lets in so far that they can see the flaws and cracks within Ash's battered heart. For all her smiles and sharp temper (the latter when pushed), Athanasia is a very delicate person at times who does need the quiet affection and companionship of good company of friends to be her cornerstone rather than her being theirs. Though she is often wary of people, fearing rejection. Either due to her tastes, her status, her Father's identity or failing to be perfect.
Fatal Flaw: holding grusges
Habits: She has a habit of pouting when thinking or troubled and pulling her lower lip. She also has a horrible habit of giving elaborated sighs of 'Oh, La!'. Her other favorite saying is a sweet and venomous 'Kiss, kiss' and have it mean someone should go shove a knife up their butt.
Hobbies: She enjoys drawing, listening to music, collecting Lolita, tea time and taking long walks about to random places to sketch the scenery. Though, dancing and fencing come in shortly after that.
Fears:

• Breaking her word or being 'lesser' than what she could be
• Chimera
• Causing a friend's death

Likes:

• Drawing
• Nighttime
• Cats
• 'Discussing' (Her form of verbally sparring)
• Skulls (Not that she will admit this openly)
• Music

Dislikes:

• Her Step-father
• People who break their word
• Those who talk down to her
• Early mornings
• Getting dirty
• Her eyes

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Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Necromancy - As the daughter of Hades she can summon the dead, or their remains, to aid her as well speak to them. However, this makes her sensitive to when someone is dying and she often fears that she could inadvertently speed up someone's death when they are on the threshold. So she will often flee from an dying ally rather than help them.
• Umbrakensis - Control over shadows and the ability to travel through them. It is this skill she hones far more regularly than her Necromancy powers. It is on her long walks in private when she works these powers and pushes them to do more and do better. Constantly unsatisfied with her abilities and constantly degrades them and herself privately.

General Skills:

• Sketching
• Dancing
• Sneaking about
• Charismatic
• Archaeology - Namely the study of bones and human anatomy
• Acrobatics

Combat Skills:

• Beginner Archery
• Fencing
• Martial Arts
• Dodging
• Dagger/Knife Fighting

Magic Item:

• Chatters

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - A dress generally (Or skirt with a matching blouse), with shorts, a hat, gloves on her person somewhere and generally a few sections of jewelry. Ash can be found wearing either MaryJane and some form of stockings or sandals. Though when in Crystal River School she wears the uniform.
• Stuffed Teddy Bear Backpack -
• A sketchpad and pencils (with sharpeners)
• 10 dollars US, 100 Swedish krona, and 30 drachma in a skill emblazoned wallet
• A parasol to match her clothing
• Several packages of candy
• A teacup (metal)
• Several Handkerchiefs
• A MP3 player
• Several bags of tea

Possessions In Cabin:

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History

Biography
It began in Delhi, Greece with the wail of a small child. Born in the archaeology camp there, for her mother was a foolhardy woman who loved her work a bit too much. Ryssa Theroux had always loved ancient history and even written a good few papers on the subject. The only problem was a lack of funding, so she had married into money. A wealthy man who fell for the tall and fair haired Swedish woman. Athanasia did not understand this, nor does she still. Her first memories were of travelling with her mother during the long summer months to the different archaeology camps she would go and examine. Though she never really fit in there, Athanasia had a strong respect for the history the places held and a fascination with the dead. Something that horrified her mother and many others. During the school year when her mother turned the lecturing and working from her desk, Athanasia met and entertained the 'Important Guests'. People who were business partners of her parents. It was at five years old Athanasia noticed something odd. Her Papa never smiled or really paid much attention aside when these 'Important Guests' came and never smiled at her aside from then. Knowing better than to lie to her child (for when she once did to replace a lost teddy bear, Athanasia had rejected the bear for a solid two months and had refused to speak to her mother), Ryssa settled for as much of the truth as she could give Athanasia.

Her 'Papa' was not her true father at all, but this strange and unknown 'Father' was far away and very busy. Athanasia had not known what her mother meant fully but that she was trying to explain something without delving too much. Her mother had explained to the small child that this was a secret that she must tell no one. Well! Athanasia was very good at keeping secrets, so she took on this challenge. She also was used to being told no or half of the truth, so the child took to listening at door and sneaking about the house like a ghost. She learned that her 'Papa' was hurt by her being around so she often made herself scarce to the man when she was not needed to entertain 'Important Guests' and let them comment about how darling and charming she was. Things that only resolved that little girl notion if she was perfect then she would not hurt him so much! When she heard him complain she was too perfect, that little vengeful nature shaped a grudge as she had been doing it for him and held it close. If being perfect bugged him, well then she would be all she could be and as perfect as she could be! He was the one who was never satisfied. Her mother insisted that Athanasia learn how to defend herself. The former she hated but was diligent on, learning karate and in her later years fencing when she commented to her mother how graceful they were. For the young half-blood already was dancing in a effort to be 'perfect' and 'charming'. The latter she learned with delight for tumbling about felt like she was flying and it was relaxing to the young-er Athanasia.

When she was seven, Athanasia had traveled with her mother to the city of New Orleans, and gotten horribly lost in the massive Saint Louis Cemetery to her mother's horror when Ryssa turned to find her child no longer there. She was found hours later near midnight sitting in one of the oldest sections. Athanasia said that her friends were playing so she had gone to join to them. Which was written off as childish foolishness. Her mother knew the truth however. Taking Athanasia aside during that night in their hotel room, her mother informed the child that her being able to see things other couldn't and the people who would oddly watch her were an effect caused by her paternal parentage. She planted her feet and set her course to being perfect and the person she had always tried to be. Though she admitted to her mother that she would have to learn a lot more to be such, after all who could she rely on if only she could see the danger, much to the woman's amusement. The words that she did not need to be perfect fell on her spine of iron and slid away.

But it came to a head when her mother and false father began fighting over the horrors that were driving Athanasia to more reckless actions. Having torn apart a part of their home, disappearing during school and wandering at night. Ryssa's husband couldn't take it and while Athanasia's mother was called away to deal with a historic find at a dig site he took the opprotunity to enroll Athanasia into the Crystal River School. Something that enraged Ryssa and Athanasia, though it was too late to change schools and Ryssa was pregnant with her second child and Athanasia's half-brother making divorce undesirable to both adults. Ryssa for the fact that she needed her husband's money to provide for her career and Athanasia. Her husband did not wish to loose face with a separation that would suggest he had been cuckold. Though Athanasia didn't know any of this and found herself faced with a school that was utterly unacceptable. Her mother stated firmly it would be only for this one year, and to think of it as a test to be perfect as she could be. Something Athanasia embraced as a challenge and harbored a growing hatred for her step-father and the school. Turning a dark eye to cracking the figurative foundations of the school.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Hasn't been yet

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Extra Information: Egyptian Mythology, Set, Post
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Relation Sheet

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Relations

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Athanasia Theroux

"Smile. It makes people wonder what you're up to."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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👋 Kristin Reynolds 👋
"Oh, she is so clever!"
Ash respects Kristin for her cleverness though with such a busy week she has had little time to say a proper hello, which she wants to do at some point.

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💛 Keira Donovan 💛
"A girl after my own heart."
Keira is a part of Athanasia's little rebel alliance against the school. Playing her role as the innocent mastermind no one suspects. Keira is the muscle, and the age, of the team. But she is kind and friendly towards Keira, enjoying her as a person as well as a fellow rebel against the School.

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🌓 Leda Storm 🌓
"Oh, she was very fast!"
Athanasia is not quite sure what to make of Leda Storm as she had not really had much to do with the older girl other than when they were saved from the cyclops.

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👋 Ezekiel Kel 👋
"Healer in hiding?"
For some reason or another Athanasia hasn't really gotten to know Ezekiel. Though she thought he seemed bossy when the business with the Cyclops went down, she's noticed he may have a reason for that healing people and stuff. Though as he avoids her Athanasia finds herself slightly annoyed and curious as to why, though she remains wary.

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🌓 Marygold Isley 🌓
"It's pretty cool she can control plants!"
Athanasia is not quite sure what to make of Marygold as she had not really had much to do with the older girl other than when they were saved from the cyclops.

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💞💛 Arthur Stanford 💞💛
"God-King of the Plain and Simple minded!"
Athanasia is delighted by discovering her relationship to Arthur. While she considred him her second-in-command for some time, now she's finding that their footing is a lot more even. Especially since Arthur is ticklish. With wicked humor, her grace, and Arthur's smarts, Athanasia finds this to be one of the best things at Camp Half-Blood.

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💛 Jade Schneider 💛
"Blind and magic! So different!"
Athanasia has never met anyone like Jade before and she is fascinated by the woman, though she tries very hard to keep a polite leash on her questions. She adores tea and is very curious about Jade's ability to talk to the dead.

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💛 Andy 💛
"A shocking short friend!"
Both being short, young and children with unusual powers. Athanasia has taken and immedient liking to Andy and would gladly pull her about the Camp and introduce her to people Athanasia had met. Backing up her friend if there was trouble. The same things hse would give her brother.

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💛 Demetri Rowan Howell 💛
"Kiss, kiss."
She adores Demetri's sense of humor and honestly enjoys helping him and having him help with the odd prank.

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💛 Aster Damien Luixe 💛
"A sense of style!"
Amazed by Aster's sense of style, and cool hair, she enjoys talking to the older boy and listening to him talk.

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Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Here we go! What do you think?

Athanasia, Daughter of Hades

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Athanasia Theroux

Character Quote: "You can't buy love, but you can pay dearly for it."

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Character Summary

Name: Athanasia Theroux
Aliases: Ash, Athana/Athania, Theroux
Age: 10
Birthday: August 27 2010
Ethnicity: Swedish
Birth Place: Delphi, Greece (Lived in Providence, Rhode Island and for a time in New Orleans)
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin
How Many Years At Camp: Over a year
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: Ancient Greek, Swedish, English

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Appearance

Height: 4 foot 5 inches
Weight: 60 pounds
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Pale blonde
Skin Tone: Pale white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Athanasia, or Ash if one is familiar enough with her, is a lady of quality. She enjoys a good taste in fashion and while perhaps not the favorite person of her mother's husband- her step-father- Ash does live a comfortable life. This is relevant in her taste for dresses of a Lolita sort as she considers the current trend 'too bland' for her cuteness. Wearing reasonable skirts and, only if she must, adorable pants with equally adorable shoes. She has a arrayed a collect of purloined and carefully cared for attire. Something Athanasia is very protective over as getting replacements are not easy. Especially replaces of her many, and very different, hats and her teddybear purse. A gift from her mother.

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Psychology

Cunning * Vengeful * Passionate * Cruel * Perfectionist * Sharp

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Athanasia can be termed in one word as adorable. She's the 'Little Lady' of the party, the type that can smile and charm. A bright and friendly person, that people feel comfortable telling their problems to despite her age. In part this is due to her persistence to 'help' and in part to the fact she is very honest and considerate. But that is merely a mask of sorts, yet friends will still come to her to cry on her shoulder and speak of their woes. Something they can do safely as Athanasia has never broken her given word. No matter what may come because of that. Breaking her word is akin to a mortal sin in Athanasia's point of her view. It would break all the reputation she's built up and her image of being the perfect little daughter. Mind you, she's ten.

Perhaps because of this she wears a very different face in her more private life away from the public eye. In private she is a vengeful spirit that wields her sharp tongue and wicked humor to great effect against any slight to her or those close to her. It is not something she reveals to many. Her sharp temper and pride are a bold streak across her young mind while her quieter and softer affections are her mask, the true affection is far more genuine. She cares deeply for those who can accept her her and embraces those rare few she lets in so far that they can see the flaws and cracks within Ash's battered heart. For all her smiles and sharp temper (the latter when pushed), Athanasia is a very delicate person at times who does need the quiet affection and companionship of good company of friends to be her cornerstone rather than her being theirs. Though she is often wary of people, fearing rejection. Either due to her tastes, her status, her Father's identity or failing to be perfect.
Fatal Flaw: holding grusges
Habits: She has a habit of pouting when thinking or troubled and pulling her lower lip. She also has a horrible habit of giving elaborated sighs of 'Oh, La!'. Her other favorite saying is a sweet and venomous 'Kiss, kiss' and have it mean someone should go shove a knife up their butt.
Hobbies: She enjoys drawing, listening to music, collecting Lolita, tea time and taking long walks about to random places to sketch the scenery. Though, dancing and fencing come in shortly after that.
Fears:

• Breaking her word or being 'lesser' than what she could be
• Chimera
• Causing a friend's death

Likes:

• Drawing
• Nighttime
• Cats
• 'Discussing' (Her form of verbally sparring)
• Skulls (Not that she will admit this openly)
• Music

Dislikes:

• Her Step-father
• People who break their word
• Those who talk down to her
• Early mornings
• Getting dirty
• Her eyes

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Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Necromancy - As the daughter of Hades she can summon the dead, or their remains, to aid her as well speak to them. However, this makes her sensitive to when someone is dying and she often fears that she could inadvertently speed up someone's death when they are on the threshold. So she will often flee from an dying ally rather than help them.
• Umbrakensis - Control over shadows and the ability to travel through them. It is this skill she hones far more regularly than her Necromancy powers. It is on her long walks in private when she works these powers and pushes them to do more and do better. Constantly unsatisfied with her abilities and constantly degrades them and herself privately.

General Skills:

• Sketching
• Dancing
• Sneaking about
• Charismatic
• Archaeology - Namely the study of bones and human anatomy
• Acrobatics

Combat Skills:

• Beginner Archery
• Fencing
• Martial Arts
• Dodging

Magic Item:

• Chatters the Skull - A chattering,talking skull her powers accidentally brought about while quietly fuming in the lab of Crystal River High. He can't really do anything other than talk and observe the world about him. A willing servant to Athanasia's revenge on the strict nature of the school. As well as move his jaw, thus gaining the name Chatter. Quiet often the unwilling participant to many of Athanasia's tea times.

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - A dress generally (Or skirt with a matching blouse), with shorts, a hat, gloves on her person somewhere and generally a few sections of jewelry. Ash can be found wearing either MaryJane and some form of stockings or sandals. Though when in Crystal River School she wears the uniform.
• Stuffed Teddy Bear Backpack -
• A sketchpad and pencils (with sharpeners)
• 10 dollars US, 100 Swedish krona, and 30 drachma in a skill emblazoned wallet
• A parasol to match her clothing
• Several packages of candy
• A teacup (metal)
• Several Handkerchiefs
• A MP3 player
• Several bags of tea

Possessions In Cabin:

• A tea set
• A picture of her mother and 'Papa' (Thought its often sitting under the tea set.)
• Her other sets of Clothing
• A fencing sword
• A small bow
• Several books about the human skeleton
• Several notebooks filled with sketches
• A journal
• A world Atlas with pictures of where her mother has been.
• A small army of health and beauty products
• A large baseball bat

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History

Biography
It began in Delhi, Greece with the wail of a small child. Born in the archaeology camp there, for her mother was a foolhardy woman who loved her work a bit too much. Ryssa Theroux had always loved ancient history and even written a good few papers on the subject. The only problem was a lack of funding, so she had married into money. A wealthy man who fell for the tall and fair haired Swedish woman. Athanasia did not understand this, nor does she still. Her first memories were of travelling with her mother during the long summer months to the different archaeology camps she would go and examine. Though she never really fit in there, Athanasia had a strong respect for the history the places held and a fascination with the dead. Something that horrified her mother and many others. During the school year when her mother turned the lecturing and working from her desk, Athanasia met and entertained the 'Important Guests'. People who were business partners of her parents. It was at five years old Athanasia noticed something odd. Her Papa never smiled or really paid much attention aside when these 'Important Guests' came and never smiled at her aside from then. Knowing better than to lie to her child (for when she once did to replace a lost teddy bear, Athanasia had rejected the bear for a solid two months and had refused to speak to her mother), Ryssa settled for as much of the truth as she could give Athanasia.

Her 'Papa' was not her true father at all, but this strange and unknown 'Father' was far away and very busy. Athanasia had not known what her mother meant fully but that she was trying to explain something without delving too much. Her mother had explained to the small child that this was a secret that she must tell no one. Well! Athanasia was very good at keeping secrets, so she took on this challenge. She also was used to being told no or half of the truth, so the child took to listening at door and sneaking about the house like a ghost. She learned that her 'Papa' was hurt by her being around so she often made herself scarce to the man when she was not needed to entertain 'Important Guests' and let them comment about how darling and charming she was. Things that only resolved that little girl notion if she was perfect then she would not hurt him so much! When she heard him complain she was too perfect, that little vengeful nature shaped a grudge as she had been doing it for him and held it close. If being perfect bugged him, well then she would be all she could be and as perfect as she could be! He was the one who was never satisfied. Her mother insisted that Athanasia learn how to defend herself. The former she hated but was diligent on, learning karate and in her later years fencing when she commented to her mother how graceful they were. For the young half-blood already was dancing in a effort to be 'perfect' and 'charming'. The latter she learned with delight for tumbling about felt like she was flying and it was relaxing to the young-er Athanasia.

When she was seven, Athanasia had traveled with her mother to the city of New Orleans, and gotten horribly lost in the massive Saint Louis Cemetery to her mother's horror when Ryssa turned to find her child no longer there. She was found hours later near midnight sitting in one of the oldest sections. Athanasia said that her friends were playing so she had gone to join to them. Which was written off as childish foolishness. Her mother knew the truth however. Taking Athanasia aside during that night in their hotel room, her mother informed the child that her being able to see things other couldn't and the people who would oddly watch her were an effect caused by her paternal parentage. She planted her feet and set her course to being perfect and the person she had always tried to be. Though she admitted to her mother that she would have to learn a lot more to be such, after all who could she rely on if only she could see the danger, much to the woman's amusement. The words that she did not need to be perfect fell on her spine of iron and slid away.

But it came to a head when her mother and false father began fighting over the horrors that were driving Athanasia to more reckless actions. Having torn apart a part of their home, disappearing during school and wandering at night. Ryssa's husband couldn't take it and while Athanasia's mother was called away to deal with a historic find at a dig site he took the opprotunity to enroll Athanasia into the Crystal River School. Something that enraged Ryssa and Athanasia, though it was too late to change schools and Ryssa was pregnant with her second child and Athanasia's half-brother making divorce undesirable to both adults. Ryssa for the fact that she needed her husband's money to provide for her career and Athanasia. Her husband did not wish to loose face with a separation that would suggest he had been cuckold. Though Athanasia didn't know any of this and found herself faced with a school that was utterly unacceptable. Her mother stated firmly it would be only for this one year, and to think of it as a test to be perfect as she could be. Something Athanasia embraced as a challenge and harbored a growing hatred for her step-father and the school. Turning a dark eye to cracking the figurative foundations of the school.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Hasn't been yet

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Extra Information: Egyptian Mythology, Set, Post
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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Gen gently plucked the apron from the little Queen's hands before she could put it on. Vanishing it before the witch could protest. Gently steering her to the roughly hewed kitchen table with a firm sort of politeness. "While I appreciate the attempt, I'd much rather keep my kitchen to myself." The Warlord stated simply setting the Queen in a chair where Belor joined her with an amused look. "There is a mortal and pestle in those cupboards over there, if you wish to ready the herbs." The man noted towards a lonely looking cabinet that sat apart of the others before turning back to the kitchen having pluck the pan also from Fatima's hand.

Denar chuckled slightly at the scene as he gestured to Vaclav. "Gen enjoys working in the kitch and can be rather possessive of it." Belor smiled in agreement as he gesturing to the large table that would be more seated to fit six or more than the kitchen table that was being quickly overcrowded. Taking pity on the three new comers Denar decided to explain to them the reality of the brothers' relationship with Faeril. "Faeril Ashkevron is a family friend of ours and very good... Healer."

Belor nodded carefully as they skirted the witch's real caste, which was understandable as Black Widows were not thought highly of and were very dangerous witches with their snake tooth. "Mother needed more specialized attention and with the number of people seeking out Fae? It just wasn't going to work. We tried but there were things that were distressing to Mother and none of us wanted that." Belor pointed out more readily. "More however... What are you two planning to do now that you are here?" The Warlord Prince asked looking between Artemis and her escort.

Lucivar and Andressa would smell the sweet aroma of cooking food and well used herbs and be able to follow to smell to the kitchen. Though they would pass the slightly opened door where Faeril laid still in a restful slumber that was much needed and well earned.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Wizard Way

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Ernie looked at Rhys, flabbergasted. "What is it with you and pulling me into alleyways?!" Ernie exclaimed. While he had been genuinely glad to see Rhys last time, this entire routine was getting a bit old. "Ya can't keep doin' this, mate... If I were you, I'd just go talk to Miss Rincewind. She's a bit cold but I think she'd go easy on you," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Especially with that boy of hers always around... Muller or something..."

"I'd pull you into a lovely young widow's bower if one was conveniently on hand, but we work with what we have." Rhys replied tartly, as he steered Ernie along. "And 'Miss' Rincewind's apprentice just threw his little tunic on the ground after coming out of Messenger Rat's office. You don't happen to know anything about that do you?" If he had an eyebrow, which he usually had at least fake ones these days, they would rise in question at the shorter Wizard. "And Ernie, you know I don't look fondly on that woman. Nor she me, I would suspect."

Ernie shook his head a bit. "Honestly, man, I don't reckon she has much of an opinion of you... Not to be rude or anythin' but... It's like she's a big pretty cat, right? And you're just a little worm trying to swim in the Moat. Ya just don't have an impact on her life," he pointed out to his friend. He thought about what Rhys said about the apprentice, before Ernie started to gasp, his chest feeling like it was about to explode. He gripped his friend tightly, his veins bulging. His eyes turned pure black. "Bring me to the Mistress of Chaos," he commanded, but his voice sounded ancient and worn. "I MUST HAVE HER!"

Whatever Rhys had been expecting it wasn't for Ernie to start manifesting this particular being. While he had been about to deliever a blistering lecture to the man about the fact that, he, Rhys Asher was no 'little worm trying to swim in the Moat' it seemed a more damning punishment had come about. One that was certain death. For Rhys knew of no way to stop the Elder God of Chthon, the God of Dark Arts and Chaos Magyk, from taking over the Wizard's body. It would be troublesome to loose the man, but he decided to point this out to the God, respectfully of course. "It would be my pleasure, however you are killing your host. He cannot sustain you it appears. Which is rather troublesome for me." For Rhys had a good idea of who the God was looking for, or at least who he could dump the being on. "I do rather need my inside man, of sorts. There's also the problem if you can survive to reach the Mistress of Chaos." He stated taking a good step out of reach with a polite bow.

Unfortunately, Rhys gave Chthon an excellent idea. His current host was not built to last. He smiled sickly at Rhys. "You will do," he then said, letting go of Ernie. Ernie crumbled to the ground in a pile of dust, before the strange force suddenly overwhelmed Rhys and entered him. It would feel like a parasite had just come into his body. Yet while Ernie had not been strong enough, Rhys was - at least for the time being. You are mine now, Chthon's voice whispered from the back of Rhys' head. Rhys would sense that he was still in charge - at least for now. But when would that change?

The Rogue Wizard cursed soundly as he felt that horrid force overwhelm him and enter into his being. It was as if he had just swallowed a tapeworm. The thought shuddered through him as Chthon whispered that Rhys was his now. While Rhys was firmly against the idea, he did know he had the disadvantage. Something he didn't like at all. "For now. I will be of far more use to you and myself if you let me, and help me, remain alive. For that My Lord-" The Wizard pointed out with cool and icy logical dislike. A bit of sucking up didn't hurt at this point didn't hurt either. "We need more power. Something to augment my strength. Plus there's also the problem of the Sicknesse within me. Unless you can do something about that and I shall take you to your Mistress of Chaos all the faster." The Wizard pointed out as he began to spell to teleport him to the Badlands. Reasoning that if he was fully better- and if this God could manage that it would benefit them both and give Rhys more time to figure something out. Because if Rhys had to admit what he never would? He was terrified.

Chthon laughed inside of Rhys' head. Rhys' hair turned a brilliant shade of white, his pupils becoming red instead of their normal darkened green. Chthon was transforming his host's body. Rhys would no longer feel the Sickenesse - which was all the more a problem. Do you understand now, boy? Chthon taunted.

Rhys studied his reflection in the metal of his blade. "Troublesome. Though I suppose the ladies will find me exotic now." He chuckled softly at the realization. Chthon was the Sickenesse in a sense. The so called disease was a small manifestation of the Elder God. "Oh, I approve... I approve greatly." Finishing the spell to teleport to the Badlands and near the Port Wytches' Safe House. When you had an Elder God, it seemed the Witch Mother was the one to go to.

Do you need help seducing women? I've had a good many in my time. The original Scarlet Witch... Chthon was still just chuckling. When Rhys looked at his reflection, he could see the elder god like a shadow behind him. He was extraordinary lucky - he was a perfect merge with the chaos god. Rhys would then feel extreme hunger. His Magyk would work without a flaw. HUNGRY.

"If I needed help with woman, I'd be the sorry husk you destroyed. " Rhys pointed out with amusement. taking his time wandering towards Fleur's domain. He was getting a feel of sorts for this Elder God, as much as a feel he could get for one. "The issue is we both have things we desire. You require your Mistress of Chaos and life forces. I require to remain living and in control." He didn't trust this being, nor did Rhys really care for what was going on. He didn't like this constant threat. He didn't want this Elder God grasping him, but there was little choice. So he would deal with it. He would do what he could with it, and he would damn well see what Fleur knew about this. And if she didn't know anything... He'd see what this Elder God could help him do.

HUNGRY! the elder god insisted again. It was getting to be unbearable. The more Chthon demanded to be fed, the more it would dominate Rhys' thoughts. At the mention of the Mistress of Chaos, the image of a young looking brunette swarmed into Rhys' mind. He would know that the woman was the granddaughter of Odin, supposedly the product of a union between a goddess and a wizard. It would not, however, be clear if Chthon wished to absorb her and use her as a host - or if he sought companionship.

Rhys cursed soundly as he saw no one in all the Badlands. Which was reasonable. "Dissapear, Reapear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to the alley" Rhys muttered. It would be best to seek out a life force before he reached Fleur, who was in no way that Mistress of Chaos. If he was able to transpot back he slipped through the alleys looking for someone suitable. Someone who he could draw away into a private corner. Spying a child, he smiled at the brat and waved with teasing fingers. "Obscure the child, Scream screen about the brat. Come to me, small one. Heed my Call." He hated what he was about to do, but what else could he do? He's get some wench pregnant, make sure he raised another to replace this one.

The little girl walked over to Rhys, looking up at him. She had one green eye and one blue eye, just like Fayard. However, unlike Fayard, her eyes were partially clouded over. She was blind and looked to be without any family. "Hello?" her small voice called out, not afraid.

Rhys paused, looking at the child. Resting a hand on her head. She had potential, a useful tool for later, if there was a later, for she would have Magyk. "Go You where I Send, Tarry not until the End, Stay you where I Tell, Mark You This and Mark it Well. Spells all on you shall end when you reach Number 13 Snake Slipway. Tell my dear that I've found the answer to our troubles, and remain there yourself. There will be warmth and a bed and food all for you." He whispered to the girl, patting her on the head and sending her on her way. Silently speaking to the God. "She will be of more use later. Either as a tool or a emergency source of life. We are in a city. There will be others we can snap up, plenty of useless pampered sheep." A cold calculation in his voice as he slipped his hood over is hair and sought out a tavern. Keeping sharp eye for anyone he could lure away.

The god growled in frustration, having been denied its meal. The little girl was gone and he needed to be fed. HUNGRY! the god repeated. Its patience was growing thin and it may very well just take control of Rhys at this rate if it was not fed. The god took control of just one of Rhys' legs, not strong enough to do more, and began to drag him out of the alley and into the street, whether Rhys cooperated or not. It was a comical sight, as if Rhys were limping.

THERE! The god spied a group outside of the Gothyk Grotto.

"Agreed." Rhys snarled in annoyance as he was dragged into the street via one leg. Striding towards the group the rogue studied them. Observing the prey. Pausing behind them he chuckled slightly. "My, my. What little children get up to now a days." He smiled at the young adults and grasped one on the shoulder. "Why don't we have some fun?" He offered with a sly smile.

The boy wearing an excessive amount of eye liner grinned at Rhys. "Yeah man, it'll cost ya two crowns," he said. Well, it was the oldest profession after all!

Rhys traced a hand along the boy's chin. "Five crowns each. For all of you, I'm hosting a bit of a party." Rhys crooned as he smiled charmingly at the group. Gesturing them to follow even as he marked their faces.