London Kuso Alkart
Aura: F7FE2E, a buttercup yellow that smells of chamomile
Tattoo: a sun in between their shoulder blades
Ability: sensing secrets
Kin: somebody......
Age: 17
no gender ahahaha
Secrets are a way of life, the foundation of the theia’s society. They can be trivial, or powerful, dangerous or helpful, but above all they are always guarded. The point of a secret is to hide. And in the theia’s world, some secrets are small, but some are very much better left hidden. There are powerful people with powerful secrets who will do whatever they can to protect their secrets. To those people, to politicians or spies, secrets are good. They more they know the safer they are. But that never applied to London. To her the secrets always spelled danger; something that she learned far too late. Secrets were never hidden to her eyes, they were never secrets, just tidbits of information like everything else she heard. Londons ability is to sense secrets. She can tell where they are, between who, and generally what they are about. Her powers doesn’t make her omniscient; she cannot tell what the actually secret is, just that it exists. And she has to be near the secret-keeper to be able to sense it. If there was a secret inside a story that she read about in the newspaper, she would have no idea. And something about the secret must be brought up, she can’t sense every secret about a person by being near them, just the relevant ones. Any further information must come from context, and her sleuthing. But that’s enough. Seeing secrets could have been a wonderful power, to somebody trying to navigate the web of information and lies. And that’s exactly what made it a curse for London. It was a weapon, a tool for liars and backstabbers. People would kill to have that power, or kill to keep themselves safe from it. They would fear it, love it, and exploit it. And London experienced it all.
She started sensing secrets as a child, before she could understand what was happening, or differentiate between what was intuition and what was power. London didn’t understand that some of the things she knew were supposed to be hidden. That’s what got her in trouble. She destroyed her family with the secrets she unwittingly uncovered about her mother’s heritage and her father’s affair. London’s mother was a theia who had been hiding ties to the families that she had claimed were broken long ago. Despite her human husband’s wishes she was still reporting to the Constantine’s, and even taking a few jobs for them. Her father, for his part, was having an affair with a married woman from the company where he worked. London knew both secrets from the time her powers first started to develop. She just didn’t understand what they meant, and she never got the chance too. Toddler London asked questions and made references to things that seemed obvious and normal to her. She didn’t yet know enough about the world, or her powers, to start trying to puzzle out exactly what the secrets were. So she didn’t understand when her family started to dissolve. Her mother and father were constantly fighting, and neither of them seamed truly at ease around London any more. Both were wary of her power, and her father was scared and hateful of the fact that she was a theia at all. She was part of a world that he wanted to stay far away from, and what was more, she wasn’t even human.
Eventually her father moved out entirely. But he didn’t leave London and her mother. If had maybe her life could have been very different. But that’s not worth thinking about, London herself will never have a chance to ponder it, for better or worse. When London was five her father came back to their house to talk to her mother and they got into an argument. London hid when they started to yell, but that didn’t protect her from the truth. When her father shoved her mother down the stairs and she clamped her hands over her ears, trying to avoid the blood curdling scream, there was nothing she could do to avoid the secret. She didn’t know it, but she felt when it was made. She knew what her father had done, before he himself understood the consequences of his actions. All London could do was cower where she was, half aware of the horror that she had just witnessed. When her father came to find her, she could do nothing but go with him as he instructed. Her father didn’t like her power, but he understood what it meant. Especially he understood that his daughter knew what he’d done. And he couldn’t keep a five-year-old silent. She was living proof that he was a murderer, and more than that, a living reminder of what he had done. He had to get rid of her. He could bring himself to kill her though; even his wife’s death hadn’t been deliberate. And leaving her on the streets wasn’t an option because she could talk. He refused to go to the Families, but that world held his best options. In the end it was the Venatium who contacted him. A very nice young man approached him and said that they knew about the strange things his daughter said sometimes. At first he was terrified, but then the man said that he could take her to special sanatorium where she would be helped and well cared for. They each knew it was a lie, London certainly did, but what could she do? Nothing. And so the Venatium took her to Storm Hall and imprisoned her.
They tortured her and they used her. She was young when they got her, and easy to mold. It only took a little persuasion, a few beating, to convince her that she was a nobody, just their soldier now. When she tried to act like she had before, speaking out, being curious like the child she was, or showing individualism, they beat her. They made her guilty for her “selfishness.” She was to speak and act only when she was told. If she didn’t want to talk, she was thrown into a cell and left alone in the dark until she talked to anything that moved. And then if she told too much she’d be right back in the cell. When she was seven they gave her, her first job. She was to be a spy, and informant. And if she didn’t do well enough, if somebody was hurt because of information they thought she could have given them, she was punished. They put the blame on her, pushed her to sense every secret and to figure out what it meant. But she was not allowed to see the big picture, to understand anything in her life. Not that she really had one. London was broken, not really a person. She didn’t even have a name, just “bloodhound.”
That was all she knew for nearly seven years- obeying, killing. Even if it wasn’t by her hand, it was by her means and London knew that. She was a murderer just as much as much as the bloodhounds who did the deed. And then one day the Venatium decided that her usefulness and run its course. They started to think that she knew too many of their secrets and it was time to let her go. When they were cornered on a mission and she was almost captured, they took her back to the closest facility, wiped her memory with Solomon’s power, locked her up, and left her. The theias who attacked them found her the next day; a little girl with no memories, just the shadows that could never leave her. London woke up without any recollection of how she’d gotten there. She knew only who she was, and little else. But there were scars on her, body and mind. Subconsciously she would never be okay, and even consciously she suspects the some of the horrors that happened to her. She can sense the secrets around herself too well not to be suspicious. But she does not want to know. Though she does not remember the horror of being a blood hound, those scars shape who she is to this day, from her appearance to her personally. If her experiences can still affect her so without her memories attached, then her memories must be beyond and horror she could imagine. Likewise, London doesn’t know who rescued her, and she’d rather not look into the past to try and find out. She’s satisfied where she is.
Her rescuers brought her to the Constantine’s, who were more than glad to take her in and raise her to work as an informant for them; especially when it seemed to come so naturally to her. She turned down all of their offers of becoming any kind of informant though, instead choosing to “waist” her powers as a black marked clerk. She would have been perfect as an information clerk; it wouldn’t have been anything dangerous for her, but London is done sharing secrets. Even if she doesn’t know quite why, she will never use her powers to give away information that can be used. Only she will use her powers, to find a particularly good deal, or buyer. And only to someone she trusts absolutely will she tell about a secret she’s found.
London prefers to watch people. She spends every day doing it, listening in on conversations, or pretending to be asleep while she's still got one eye cracked. People are interesting things, they amuse her. She likes them, and likes watching them. London doesn’t remember the chance she got at a normal childhood, and she never got a chance to grow up in the world, to learn about how it function, or how normal people act. She had to learn it all at once, and she did that by keeping her mouth shut and listening. London can get much more out of it that other people too, because of her power, and because she’s trained herself to be sensitive in other ways so she can pick up more clues as to what exactly the secrets are. It’s become a habit now. Even if she doesn’t care about the secrets around her, to stop she’d have to consciously force herself. She doesn’t mind because London finds is fascinating: the chaos and intrigues and little dramas. Life is so vibrant and crazy, such a contrast to what she grew up with, even if she doesn’t consciously know that. She likes the dramas, the tragedies and the victors, and she likes the little things. Friends teasing each other, people being happy or annoyed. She likes watching the politics of the families. Her view of things is different because of her powers.
Watching is what London does, it helps with her jobs, and besides there’s not much else left for her to do. She’s resolved not to use her powers to do any real investigating, or to really talk about what she knows. The no talking goes both ways as well. Lon thinks of herself somewhat like a biologist, documenting animal behavior. It helps her cope if things get to be too much, because she can remove herself, making it impersonal. If a situation that she’s watching starts to upset her she can tell herself that it doesn’t matter. And it provides a good excuse not to talk to people. Spilling the secrets might change the situation and she doesn't want that. Interfering is the worst no-no when documenting behavior. It changes the situation artificially, makes the next actions “fake.” It’s a cold way of dealing with her problems, but she’s convinced herself it works, so it does. London has to take care of herself somehow; she’s a pretty messed up kids and she was never going to be able to lead a normal social life anyway. At least this way she can amuse herself.
London has already spoken too much, given too many secrets away, disrupted and ended to many lives, sold too much of her soul to the people to brainwashed her. It’s fitting that she’s quiet now. She’s making up for it. Or maybe it’s not karma, maybe London is just an awkward antisocial person. She will talk when she needs to, or when she’s addressed, but otherwise she only talks to the few friends that she’s managed to make. She'd much rather let her friends talk to the strangers, because she just doesn't like talking to strangers. She’s so awkward, she hates how it makes her feel. And most of the people in the world are strangers to London. She has a very small friend group. Friends are hard for London just because she’s such an introvert. She can look stuck up because of how silent she is, making her hard to approach. That, and because London is a sarcastic asshole on the inside. Once somebody gets to know here all they’ll hear will be sarcasm and snippy comments. People may amuse her, but London isn’t much of an optimist. She knows that life isn’t just peaches and that must of humanity is downright stupid. Once London is comfortable with someone enough to talk freely the image of the cute, laid-back, quiet girl disappears. Her favorite activity in the whole world is whispering sarcastic comments to her friends, and then leaving it up to them to talk to other people. If she's in private she'll be mellower, but sometimes she just can't stop herself from making a few comments.
London is very protective of her friends. Only rarely are they the butt of her sarcasm, and she never means it in a hurtful way. The only time that she’ll be very loud to strangers is if she’s defending her friends, and once she’s mad London will try to take on someone twice her size. London barely ever gets angry enough to get reckless like that though, and in the absence of adrenaline, she could be called a coward. London knows she’s pathetic in a fight, so she’ll always run. Even if she’s supposed to be protecting something she’ll abandon it and come back later with reinforcements. London figures that even if she held her ground she’d still fail at protecting it, so she might as well save herself the beating.
London is a rather small person. She stands about 5’3’’, which is only a little shorter than average, but she doesn’t have much presence. She folds in on herself around other people, avoiding attention, and she had very little muscle mass because she despises and avoids exercise. Her fashion choices also make her look closer to twelve than to eighteen. She’s not the most up-to-date and would always rather wear sweatpants than something nicer. Most of her wardrobe seems to be baggy sweatshirts and an assortment of hats. She likes lots of yellow and grey, and she likes lime and cherry snow-cones. Her hair is cut short and usually pretty fluffy, thus the hats, so she doesn’t have to deal with it. It’s a normal medium brown that matches dark hazel eyes and tan skin that hits at a southern European heritage. The short hair combined with her wardrobe and her rather flat figure makes it nearly impossible to tell she’s a girl. And that exactly how London likes it because “she’s” not. London is actually gender neutral. She doesn’t make a big deal about it because the people who she talked to regularly understand and she doesn’t really care if other people are wrong. London likes confusing people with her gender, just to mess with societal norms. Besides having no discernible gender, the most noticeable thing about London is how she looks like she’s about to fall asleep on her feet. People always ask if she’s feeling okay and London can be found “sleeping” almost anywhere, listening to all the conversations around her. Only rarely does London actually fall asleep in public though, because being unconscious around other people makes her a little uncomfortable.
Tattoo: a sun in between their shoulder blades
Ability: sensing secrets
Kin: somebody......
Age: 17
no gender ahahaha
Secrets are a way of life, the foundation of the theia’s society. They can be trivial, or powerful, dangerous or helpful, but above all they are always guarded. The point of a secret is to hide. And in the theia’s world, some secrets are small, but some are very much better left hidden. There are powerful people with powerful secrets who will do whatever they can to protect their secrets. To those people, to politicians or spies, secrets are good. They more they know the safer they are. But that never applied to London. To her the secrets always spelled danger; something that she learned far too late. Secrets were never hidden to her eyes, they were never secrets, just tidbits of information like everything else she heard. Londons ability is to sense secrets. She can tell where they are, between who, and generally what they are about. Her powers doesn’t make her omniscient; she cannot tell what the actually secret is, just that it exists. And she has to be near the secret-keeper to be able to sense it. If there was a secret inside a story that she read about in the newspaper, she would have no idea. And something about the secret must be brought up, she can’t sense every secret about a person by being near them, just the relevant ones. Any further information must come from context, and her sleuthing. But that’s enough. Seeing secrets could have been a wonderful power, to somebody trying to navigate the web of information and lies. And that’s exactly what made it a curse for London. It was a weapon, a tool for liars and backstabbers. People would kill to have that power, or kill to keep themselves safe from it. They would fear it, love it, and exploit it. And London experienced it all.
She started sensing secrets as a child, before she could understand what was happening, or differentiate between what was intuition and what was power. London didn’t understand that some of the things she knew were supposed to be hidden. That’s what got her in trouble. She destroyed her family with the secrets she unwittingly uncovered about her mother’s heritage and her father’s affair. London’s mother was a theia who had been hiding ties to the families that she had claimed were broken long ago. Despite her human husband’s wishes she was still reporting to the Constantine’s, and even taking a few jobs for them. Her father, for his part, was having an affair with a married woman from the company where he worked. London knew both secrets from the time her powers first started to develop. She just didn’t understand what they meant, and she never got the chance too. Toddler London asked questions and made references to things that seemed obvious and normal to her. She didn’t yet know enough about the world, or her powers, to start trying to puzzle out exactly what the secrets were. So she didn’t understand when her family started to dissolve. Her mother and father were constantly fighting, and neither of them seamed truly at ease around London any more. Both were wary of her power, and her father was scared and hateful of the fact that she was a theia at all. She was part of a world that he wanted to stay far away from, and what was more, she wasn’t even human.
Eventually her father moved out entirely. But he didn’t leave London and her mother. If had maybe her life could have been very different. But that’s not worth thinking about, London herself will never have a chance to ponder it, for better or worse. When London was five her father came back to their house to talk to her mother and they got into an argument. London hid when they started to yell, but that didn’t protect her from the truth. When her father shoved her mother down the stairs and she clamped her hands over her ears, trying to avoid the blood curdling scream, there was nothing she could do to avoid the secret. She didn’t know it, but she felt when it was made. She knew what her father had done, before he himself understood the consequences of his actions. All London could do was cower where she was, half aware of the horror that she had just witnessed. When her father came to find her, she could do nothing but go with him as he instructed. Her father didn’t like her power, but he understood what it meant. Especially he understood that his daughter knew what he’d done. And he couldn’t keep a five-year-old silent. She was living proof that he was a murderer, and more than that, a living reminder of what he had done. He had to get rid of her. He could bring himself to kill her though; even his wife’s death hadn’t been deliberate. And leaving her on the streets wasn’t an option because she could talk. He refused to go to the Families, but that world held his best options. In the end it was the Venatium who contacted him. A very nice young man approached him and said that they knew about the strange things his daughter said sometimes. At first he was terrified, but then the man said that he could take her to special sanatorium where she would be helped and well cared for. They each knew it was a lie, London certainly did, but what could she do? Nothing. And so the Venatium took her to Storm Hall and imprisoned her.
They tortured her and they used her. She was young when they got her, and easy to mold. It only took a little persuasion, a few beating, to convince her that she was a nobody, just their soldier now. When she tried to act like she had before, speaking out, being curious like the child she was, or showing individualism, they beat her. They made her guilty for her “selfishness.” She was to speak and act only when she was told. If she didn’t want to talk, she was thrown into a cell and left alone in the dark until she talked to anything that moved. And then if she told too much she’d be right back in the cell. When she was seven they gave her, her first job. She was to be a spy, and informant. And if she didn’t do well enough, if somebody was hurt because of information they thought she could have given them, she was punished. They put the blame on her, pushed her to sense every secret and to figure out what it meant. But she was not allowed to see the big picture, to understand anything in her life. Not that she really had one. London was broken, not really a person. She didn’t even have a name, just “bloodhound.”
That was all she knew for nearly seven years- obeying, killing. Even if it wasn’t by her hand, it was by her means and London knew that. She was a murderer just as much as much as the bloodhounds who did the deed. And then one day the Venatium decided that her usefulness and run its course. They started to think that she knew too many of their secrets and it was time to let her go. When they were cornered on a mission and she was almost captured, they took her back to the closest facility, wiped her memory with Solomon’s power, locked her up, and left her. The theias who attacked them found her the next day; a little girl with no memories, just the shadows that could never leave her. London woke up without any recollection of how she’d gotten there. She knew only who she was, and little else. But there were scars on her, body and mind. Subconsciously she would never be okay, and even consciously she suspects the some of the horrors that happened to her. She can sense the secrets around herself too well not to be suspicious. But she does not want to know. Though she does not remember the horror of being a blood hound, those scars shape who she is to this day, from her appearance to her personally. If her experiences can still affect her so without her memories attached, then her memories must be beyond and horror she could imagine. Likewise, London doesn’t know who rescued her, and she’d rather not look into the past to try and find out. She’s satisfied where she is.
Her rescuers brought her to the Constantine’s, who were more than glad to take her in and raise her to work as an informant for them; especially when it seemed to come so naturally to her. She turned down all of their offers of becoming any kind of informant though, instead choosing to “waist” her powers as a black marked clerk. She would have been perfect as an information clerk; it wouldn’t have been anything dangerous for her, but London is done sharing secrets. Even if she doesn’t know quite why, she will never use her powers to give away information that can be used. Only she will use her powers, to find a particularly good deal, or buyer. And only to someone she trusts absolutely will she tell about a secret she’s found.
London prefers to watch people. She spends every day doing it, listening in on conversations, or pretending to be asleep while she's still got one eye cracked. People are interesting things, they amuse her. She likes them, and likes watching them. London doesn’t remember the chance she got at a normal childhood, and she never got a chance to grow up in the world, to learn about how it function, or how normal people act. She had to learn it all at once, and she did that by keeping her mouth shut and listening. London can get much more out of it that other people too, because of her power, and because she’s trained herself to be sensitive in other ways so she can pick up more clues as to what exactly the secrets are. It’s become a habit now. Even if she doesn’t care about the secrets around her, to stop she’d have to consciously force herself. She doesn’t mind because London finds is fascinating: the chaos and intrigues and little dramas. Life is so vibrant and crazy, such a contrast to what she grew up with, even if she doesn’t consciously know that. She likes the dramas, the tragedies and the victors, and she likes the little things. Friends teasing each other, people being happy or annoyed. She likes watching the politics of the families. Her view of things is different because of her powers.
Watching is what London does, it helps with her jobs, and besides there’s not much else left for her to do. She’s resolved not to use her powers to do any real investigating, or to really talk about what she knows. The no talking goes both ways as well. Lon thinks of herself somewhat like a biologist, documenting animal behavior. It helps her cope if things get to be too much, because she can remove herself, making it impersonal. If a situation that she’s watching starts to upset her she can tell herself that it doesn’t matter. And it provides a good excuse not to talk to people. Spilling the secrets might change the situation and she doesn't want that. Interfering is the worst no-no when documenting behavior. It changes the situation artificially, makes the next actions “fake.” It’s a cold way of dealing with her problems, but she’s convinced herself it works, so it does. London has to take care of herself somehow; she’s a pretty messed up kids and she was never going to be able to lead a normal social life anyway. At least this way she can amuse herself.
London has already spoken too much, given too many secrets away, disrupted and ended to many lives, sold too much of her soul to the people to brainwashed her. It’s fitting that she’s quiet now. She’s making up for it. Or maybe it’s not karma, maybe London is just an awkward antisocial person. She will talk when she needs to, or when she’s addressed, but otherwise she only talks to the few friends that she’s managed to make. She'd much rather let her friends talk to the strangers, because she just doesn't like talking to strangers. She’s so awkward, she hates how it makes her feel. And most of the people in the world are strangers to London. She has a very small friend group. Friends are hard for London just because she’s such an introvert. She can look stuck up because of how silent she is, making her hard to approach. That, and because London is a sarcastic asshole on the inside. Once somebody gets to know here all they’ll hear will be sarcasm and snippy comments. People may amuse her, but London isn’t much of an optimist. She knows that life isn’t just peaches and that must of humanity is downright stupid. Once London is comfortable with someone enough to talk freely the image of the cute, laid-back, quiet girl disappears. Her favorite activity in the whole world is whispering sarcastic comments to her friends, and then leaving it up to them to talk to other people. If she's in private she'll be mellower, but sometimes she just can't stop herself from making a few comments.
London is very protective of her friends. Only rarely are they the butt of her sarcasm, and she never means it in a hurtful way. The only time that she’ll be very loud to strangers is if she’s defending her friends, and once she’s mad London will try to take on someone twice her size. London barely ever gets angry enough to get reckless like that though, and in the absence of adrenaline, she could be called a coward. London knows she’s pathetic in a fight, so she’ll always run. Even if she’s supposed to be protecting something she’ll abandon it and come back later with reinforcements. London figures that even if she held her ground she’d still fail at protecting it, so she might as well save herself the beating.
London is a rather small person. She stands about 5’3’’, which is only a little shorter than average, but she doesn’t have much presence. She folds in on herself around other people, avoiding attention, and she had very little muscle mass because she despises and avoids exercise. Her fashion choices also make her look closer to twelve than to eighteen. She’s not the most up-to-date and would always rather wear sweatpants than something nicer. Most of her wardrobe seems to be baggy sweatshirts and an assortment of hats. She likes lots of yellow and grey, and she likes lime and cherry snow-cones. Her hair is cut short and usually pretty fluffy, thus the hats, so she doesn’t have to deal with it. It’s a normal medium brown that matches dark hazel eyes and tan skin that hits at a southern European heritage. The short hair combined with her wardrobe and her rather flat figure makes it nearly impossible to tell she’s a girl. And that exactly how London likes it because “she’s” not. London is actually gender neutral. She doesn’t make a big deal about it because the people who she talked to regularly understand and she doesn’t really care if other people are wrong. London likes confusing people with her gender, just to mess with societal norms. Besides having no discernible gender, the most noticeable thing about London is how she looks like she’s about to fall asleep on her feet. People always ask if she’s feeling okay and London can be found “sleeping” almost anywhere, listening to all the conversations around her. Only rarely does London actually fall asleep in public though, because being unconscious around other people makes her a little uncomfortable.
Evona Sarevi
Evona was sold when she was five months old. At least that's what the trainer told her. Who knows if that was accurate? Nobody ever cared to tell her how old she was. The trainer took her in as infant and raised her with six other children, all of them special in some way. Evona was a theia, one of the other children was the son of somebody important. She don't remember who. She was sold again when she was six and she never saw him again. She was sold to GRAIL. It was much harder for her to tell time in the labs because they brainwashed her and tampered with her memory. They erased any positive emotions she might have had and left hate and pain. The scientists took her apart piece by piece and tried to fit her back together. They took her right thumb, and then that hand and arm in painful pieces. They replaced it with a prosthetic, dexterous and strong, but fake none the less. And then they took her eye in an experiment on her powers. They were particularly interested when they found out about her powers. That was when the experiments really started. Evona can heighten or mute her own senses and the sensed of other near her it only works on the basic five, sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing. But she can also affect a theias powers if their powers are closely linked with their senses. That interested the scientists very much because, theoretically, it meant her powers could work on plenty of important people. So they began to train her and control her by sticking needles into her brain and changing things. Evona still gets crippling migraines, especially when she tries to remember what happened during that time. Everything is very confusing. They made her into a weapon and they used her. The stronger she got, the more she fought against them and the more they tampered with her mind. They knew exactly where to stop to make sure she never lost what they had taught her, and she can still remember what it feels like to blind somebody with her powers or snap their neck. But she will never know who she killed for them. The Engelkonigs recused her from GRAIL after eight or nine years, she thinks. She didn’t know how they did it or if they even meant to save her. But she owes them everything. Not just her freedom, but her happiness as well. She was a weapon and puppet but they accepted her and gave her a life and a purpose; guarding Aloysius. She owes the Engelkonigs her life, and her death. She will be proud to die for them when the time comes. Evona met Aloysius in the first days after the Engelkonigs pulled her out of the labs.They sent her to the rehabilitation center in Fallodswell, where he was. They played cards together once or twice while she relearned how to act and live. Eventually she moved back to the main house to finish her rehabilitation and to train as a member of the family. Fighting, protecting, being a soldier, that was easily. It was muscle memory. But Evona had to figure out who she was, and it wasn’t easy after being treated like an animal for fifteen years. She didn’t want to let her past control her, but she couldn’t help being wary and slow to trust. At first she tried to force herself to do things, talk to people and travel. She tried to create different persona's to find one that would fit. She found she likes mango snowcones, a flavor she associates with a fond memory, the first time she go to go and explore the world by herself. It wasn’t until she was assigned to Aloysius that she really started becoming comfortable with herself. When Aloysius started acting up and his mother decided to find him a guard, she was the obvious choice. She already knew about his predicament, and she’d even met him before. Aloysius wasn’t very happy to see her. He was angry that she’d gotten better and stronger and was there to protect him, something he couldn’t do for himself. He acted out, did things to spite her make her angry or hurt. He tried to get rid of her, but she bore it out. Nothing could be worse than being in the labs. Aloysius was annoying, not agonizing. Things culminated in a huge fight, but afterwords they started to get along better. Evona could understand and sympathize with him. She knew his pain, being trapped and poked with needles all the time. So she stopped trying to make him do things or stay put, and she started following him. Not his mother’s orders. That also helped her find herself. She realized he didn’t have to try. She certainly wasn’t doing it for anybody else, and if it didn’t make her comfortable and happy, there was no point. She decided that the only person she owed anything to was Aloysius. If he needed her to act a certain way she would, but otherwise, she wasn’t going to try to be something. She became more indrawn, but in a peaceful way. She wasn’t isolating herself. Evona talks mostly only to Aloysius, and that doesn’t bother her. They get along with a minimum of problems. And after so many years together, he’s not hard to talk to. She’s not the most cheerful or energetic of people, but neither is he. She’s a pessimist, and cynical. Her view of the world is colored dark by pain that will haunt her for the rest of her life. She has some triggers and some rough days, where the pain comes back. But she’s been through hell, and not many people can deal as well as she does. It’s not so bad, most of the time. She certainly looks much better. She’d be unrecognizable from the skinny girl the doctors tortured. Evona is strong, she short for a girl, at about 5’2’’, but sturdily built, muscular and curvy. Evona wouldn’t win any beauty contest, but she’s not unattractive, in her own way. Her hair used to be brown, but it turned white from her trauma. She keeps it short so it doesn’t get in her way. Growing up in the labs, she never learned to be sentimental about her hair, or touchy about her appearance. She’s learned how to make herself look nice, but she’ll only do it if it’s necessary. Her eyes are a clear blue color. The skin around her left eye that they took is darkened with scar material. From far away you cannot discern the different between her two eyes, but close up its easy to see that something is off about that eye, and on closer inspection, you can see it’s mechanical. It was a risk for the scientists, taking it out, and the only reason that Evona can still see out of it is because of her powers. She uses it as much as she can, so she can do her best work for Aloysius, but sometimes she just can’t use it. If she’s having a particularly hard day, or if her migraines come back, she’ll be found wearing an eye-patch, or dark sunglasses instead.
Yasmin Mitsuki Gumynho Engelkonig
Bloodline
Aura: Aura color FFAA88, smelling of chai
Tattoo: A nine tailed fox
Ability : To leave her body, Age : 35
Family: Kai-tchan(mother), Laureen (sister), Saiken (father)
Reserved and poised with a noblewoman's grace, Yasmin is just what she was brought up to be. A queen's power surrounds her like a cloak. She is gracious and calm and capable of anything that she is called upon to do. Yasmin has been molded and sculpted and taught to be ideal noblewoman from all angles, shrouded in mystery and beauty. The mystery was necessary; there are many, many things that a noble woman cannot give away, many family secrets to preserve and pasts to cover. But the beauty was natural. Kai-tchan, wife to Lord Saiken was known for her beauty, so it was no surprise when her two daughters grew to be beautiful as well. The three women share the same silky pale skin and inky hair. Yasmin's hair falls past her waist in soft waves. Brushed; it shines like water at night. Her eyes are the almond shape of her people, but unlike the rest of her family they are bright amber, as forthcoming as a mirror and yet it seems, able to look through you. They peer out of her mask and under yours. Her gaze shows a strength that you don't expect to see, one hidden under poise and grace. The one thing she does not have is the fragility of a lady; she traded it for the strength of one. Yasmin is taller than her mother and willowy, her build all but hidden under draping cloaks and dresses. Her whole figure is striking. Her beauty, her pride and her elegance removing her from others, but the little things; her clenched fist, her smile when she truly means it, making her human, making her the same as anybody. Yasmin knows how to win affection and respect, she knows how to play political games and she knows how to blackmail and threaten without a second thought. She was taught all of that, and more. She was taught how to be a leader and a strategist, how to be kind and cruel, how to protect herself and defend her Family. Yasmin is much more than just a pampered, well-read Lady. She is more that some would think a Lady could be, but she comes from another culture, where these things are demanded, where threats are exchanged right under polite society, danger hidden in plain sight. Her Theia blood comes from her mother. Kai-tchan was born as a 'commoner'; she built her path up, paved by her beauty and her power, as a theia and as a true Lady. At first Kai-tchan was looked down on. She was born a regular person, a commoner, and they thought this unorthodox childhood for a future lady would be a weakness, but it became her family's strength. She saw things a different way, allowed and encouraged things that the other houses would have forbidden. Despite everything that Yasmin and her sister Laureen did, their mother never disapproved. Yasmin was a fighter when she was younger, ruthless and misguided. She would come home with black eyes and split lips and broken bones. Her father, like any other nobleman was horrified, saying she was a disgrace, but Kai-tchan smiled and said that Yasmin was learning ladies strength and how to defend herself. Kai-tchan taught her daughters never to be ashamed. But it wasn't just a mother's unlimited love; she saw her daughters' as tools. Something that would have humiliated any other family Kai-tchan saw as a useful aspect, something she could exploit in the future for the good of the house. And so it was that when a seventeen-year-old Yasmin was found with her lover, a commoner girl from the poor part of the city, her mother was pleased. Lord Saiken hissed and spat about disappointment and dishonor and a reputation to keep up, but Kai-tchan gracefully drew him aside and told him that it was not a curse, but a boon to the family. Yasmin could now marry for the advantage of the family without any complaints. A nobleman from another house wouldn't even notice that his wife had a female lover and if he did, there was nothing he could do about, and really no reason for him to care either. Seiken grumbled, but soon dismissed it, having a lesbian daughter was far less important the then other house business he had to attend do. While marriages were set up for Laureen and her, Yasmin was left to her own devices, until she fell in love with her sister's fiancé. Yasmin doesn't distinguish between the sexes when it comes to love, she likes people in general. Her first love just happened to be a girl. Yasmin was beautiful enough and knew how to use her charms to seduce him, despite his moral issues. When she was found with him, even Kai-tchan could only shake her head. It was scandalous, outrageous! She had wronged her house, destroyed her good reputation and both her and her sisters wedding. Her father despaired, but her mother decided that not all was lost. She made deals with the nobleman's houses and constructed cover stories. Kai-tchan took her daughter aside and told her that from now on she had no choice but to completely become the perfect noblewoman that she had been taught to be. She had to be personable and fair and wise while staying removed, she had to cloak herself in mystery so those she dealt with in the future would not stumble upon any information that might ruin her. She even had to hide the fact she likes lemon and grape snowcones. Kai-tchan told her daughter that the noblewoman was already inside her. Her fighting will, her passion for love and her beauty, those were all part of the noblewoman she had to be. She just had to bring everything in place. The mask that she would wear for the rest of her life was not a lie, it was her true face, just one that was different from any face she'd worn before. Yasmin took on the mask with grace. She became a noblewoman to rival her mother, just a quick witted, calm, smart and resourceful. Just as strong and determined, just a graceful and beautiful, just a poised and deadly. Smaller, more delicate Laureen married again easily and became a mother before Yasmin though seriously of love again. But by that time Yamin could not leave her house. Kai-tchan was ill and Lord Saiken was falling deeper and deeper into depression as he watched his beloved wife die.It was Kai-tchan who had really run the Gumynho house, she who had become a legend. When she died, Yasmin's father was lost. Yasmin took over her mother's duties, getting the house together and helping her father to regain control. When Yasmin formally, if secretly -because nobody could know that the Lord wasn't in control all the time- gave the reins back to her father they organized a party to celebrate. It was there that Yasmin met Augustus. Nobody could understand or explain her attraction to the brutal, narcissistic leader of the Engelkönig Family. Many did not even know who he was or where he was from. He certainly was not from their society. His connection to the Gumynho house came through Kai-tchan, who had found the families when she researched her and her daughters powers. Kai-tchan had taught Yasmin as much as she could about her Theia powers, but it was only after she met Augustus that Yamin truly realized them to their full potential. She accompanied him back to his city and became his wife and the Godmother of the Engelkönig Family. He was murdered only a few years after them married, and Yasmin herself was only saved by Celeste, her daughter. If Celeste hadn't managed to kill the assassin he would have come after her and still her throat before she knew anything was wrong. She almost fled back to her family, but she stayed for her daughter, and her new family. she helped her brother-in law and his wife like she had helped her own father. In Gildargen she got her tattoo, a white fox, to represent her families symbol. It helped her control her power; leaving her body as a spirit, to move unseen and unheard through the world. It was a true noblewoman's gift, a tool that only one such as she could fully utilize, Kai-tchan had told her. Her power matched her, as her aura of light creamy orange gold did. If it were the color of her silk dress it would bring out the color in her skin and eyes. It's scent of chai hangs around her, present - to a delicate nose - even when her aura isn't. Everything about Yasmin says what she is; there is no hiding the fact that she is a true noblewoman.
Aura: Aura color FFAA88, smelling of chai
Tattoo: A nine tailed fox
Ability : To leave her body, Age : 35
Family: Kai-tchan(mother), Laureen (sister), Saiken (father)
Reserved and poised with a noblewoman's grace, Yasmin is just what she was brought up to be. A queen's power surrounds her like a cloak. She is gracious and calm and capable of anything that she is called upon to do. Yasmin has been molded and sculpted and taught to be ideal noblewoman from all angles, shrouded in mystery and beauty. The mystery was necessary; there are many, many things that a noble woman cannot give away, many family secrets to preserve and pasts to cover. But the beauty was natural. Kai-tchan, wife to Lord Saiken was known for her beauty, so it was no surprise when her two daughters grew to be beautiful as well. The three women share the same silky pale skin and inky hair. Yasmin's hair falls past her waist in soft waves. Brushed; it shines like water at night. Her eyes are the almond shape of her people, but unlike the rest of her family they are bright amber, as forthcoming as a mirror and yet it seems, able to look through you. They peer out of her mask and under yours. Her gaze shows a strength that you don't expect to see, one hidden under poise and grace. The one thing she does not have is the fragility of a lady; she traded it for the strength of one. Yasmin is taller than her mother and willowy, her build all but hidden under draping cloaks and dresses. Her whole figure is striking. Her beauty, her pride and her elegance removing her from others, but the little things; her clenched fist, her smile when she truly means it, making her human, making her the same as anybody. Yasmin knows how to win affection and respect, she knows how to play political games and she knows how to blackmail and threaten without a second thought. She was taught all of that, and more. She was taught how to be a leader and a strategist, how to be kind and cruel, how to protect herself and defend her Family. Yasmin is much more than just a pampered, well-read Lady. She is more that some would think a Lady could be, but she comes from another culture, where these things are demanded, where threats are exchanged right under polite society, danger hidden in plain sight. Her Theia blood comes from her mother. Kai-tchan was born as a 'commoner'; she built her path up, paved by her beauty and her power, as a theia and as a true Lady. At first Kai-tchan was looked down on. She was born a regular person, a commoner, and they thought this unorthodox childhood for a future lady would be a weakness, but it became her family's strength. She saw things a different way, allowed and encouraged things that the other houses would have forbidden. Despite everything that Yasmin and her sister Laureen did, their mother never disapproved. Yasmin was a fighter when she was younger, ruthless and misguided. She would come home with black eyes and split lips and broken bones. Her father, like any other nobleman was horrified, saying she was a disgrace, but Kai-tchan smiled and said that Yasmin was learning ladies strength and how to defend herself. Kai-tchan taught her daughters never to be ashamed. But it wasn't just a mother's unlimited love; she saw her daughters' as tools. Something that would have humiliated any other family Kai-tchan saw as a useful aspect, something she could exploit in the future for the good of the house. And so it was that when a seventeen-year-old Yasmin was found with her lover, a commoner girl from the poor part of the city, her mother was pleased. Lord Saiken hissed and spat about disappointment and dishonor and a reputation to keep up, but Kai-tchan gracefully drew him aside and told him that it was not a curse, but a boon to the family. Yasmin could now marry for the advantage of the family without any complaints. A nobleman from another house wouldn't even notice that his wife had a female lover and if he did, there was nothing he could do about, and really no reason for him to care either. Seiken grumbled, but soon dismissed it, having a lesbian daughter was far less important the then other house business he had to attend do. While marriages were set up for Laureen and her, Yasmin was left to her own devices, until she fell in love with her sister's fiancé. Yasmin doesn't distinguish between the sexes when it comes to love, she likes people in general. Her first love just happened to be a girl. Yasmin was beautiful enough and knew how to use her charms to seduce him, despite his moral issues. When she was found with him, even Kai-tchan could only shake her head. It was scandalous, outrageous! She had wronged her house, destroyed her good reputation and both her and her sisters wedding. Her father despaired, but her mother decided that not all was lost. She made deals with the nobleman's houses and constructed cover stories. Kai-tchan took her daughter aside and told her that from now on she had no choice but to completely become the perfect noblewoman that she had been taught to be. She had to be personable and fair and wise while staying removed, she had to cloak herself in mystery so those she dealt with in the future would not stumble upon any information that might ruin her. She even had to hide the fact she likes lemon and grape snowcones. Kai-tchan told her daughter that the noblewoman was already inside her. Her fighting will, her passion for love and her beauty, those were all part of the noblewoman she had to be. She just had to bring everything in place. The mask that she would wear for the rest of her life was not a lie, it was her true face, just one that was different from any face she'd worn before. Yasmin took on the mask with grace. She became a noblewoman to rival her mother, just a quick witted, calm, smart and resourceful. Just as strong and determined, just a graceful and beautiful, just a poised and deadly. Smaller, more delicate Laureen married again easily and became a mother before Yasmin though seriously of love again. But by that time Yamin could not leave her house. Kai-tchan was ill and Lord Saiken was falling deeper and deeper into depression as he watched his beloved wife die.It was Kai-tchan who had really run the Gumynho house, she who had become a legend. When she died, Yasmin's father was lost. Yasmin took over her mother's duties, getting the house together and helping her father to regain control. When Yasmin formally, if secretly -because nobody could know that the Lord wasn't in control all the time- gave the reins back to her father they organized a party to celebrate. It was there that Yasmin met Augustus. Nobody could understand or explain her attraction to the brutal, narcissistic leader of the Engelkönig Family. Many did not even know who he was or where he was from. He certainly was not from their society. His connection to the Gumynho house came through Kai-tchan, who had found the families when she researched her and her daughters powers. Kai-tchan had taught Yasmin as much as she could about her Theia powers, but it was only after she met Augustus that Yamin truly realized them to their full potential. She accompanied him back to his city and became his wife and the Godmother of the Engelkönig Family. He was murdered only a few years after them married, and Yasmin herself was only saved by Celeste, her daughter. If Celeste hadn't managed to kill the assassin he would have come after her and still her throat before she knew anything was wrong. She almost fled back to her family, but she stayed for her daughter, and her new family. she helped her brother-in law and his wife like she had helped her own father. In Gildargen she got her tattoo, a white fox, to represent her families symbol. It helped her control her power; leaving her body as a spirit, to move unseen and unheard through the world. It was a true noblewoman's gift, a tool that only one such as she could fully utilize, Kai-tchan had told her. Her power matched her, as her aura of light creamy orange gold did. If it were the color of her silk dress it would bring out the color in her skin and eyes. It's scent of chai hangs around her, present - to a delicate nose - even when her aura isn't. Everything about Yasmin says what she is; there is no hiding the fact that she is a true noblewoman.
Artemis Andromeda Pendragon-Hawthorne
Godmother of the Hawthorn Family, Queen of the Pendragons
Aura code: 0C4E32, the color of deep water,
Aura scent: pine sap.
Ability: To conjure living creatures out of ice
Age: 21
Kin: Pendragon bloodline
Tattoo: an eagle on her right shoulder blade
Artemis was normal. For twenty-one year’s her life was normal. She was average, not the oldest or youngest, the smallest or the biggest. She wasn’t forgotten or given great responsibility. She had her place, and it was a good place for her. It never seemed strange to her that her education revolved around the running of the Family. She wasn’t raised as a crook on the street, or an assassin. She saw the business side of things, transactions and deals that she knew were kept secretive for a reason, but it all seemed normal to her. Artemis was a good kid. Smart, lazy sometimes, bratty, but kind. She applied herself to her lessons and listened to her mother and followed Asias example and did as she was told. And then she snuck out her window to go party with her boyfriends. She learned that she likes raspberry and lime snowcones. It was exiting to her, being a “rebel”, seeing the “underworld” even if it was just a part of it. She knew there were darker things out there. Voids and killers and torture souls. She wasn’t exactly innocent or naïve, but most of it was just numbers and words or practice assignment to her. It was never odd the Artemis that she was taught to use her theia powers to fight. It was nice and all that she could make beautiful sculptures or ice cats to follow her around but could she make bigger ice beasts that would follow her command? That would protect her? Could she keep them in existence even when they were attacked? How hard did she have to concentrate? How many could she make, and how big were they? Asia had her practice until she could make an army of huge ice beasts that wouldn’t just collapse into puddles that would do what she needed them to, who could continue under their own power, make their own decisions and leave her side, to carry messages or scout or anything else the godparents required. Artemis took pride in what she could do, in her beautiful crystalline creatures. Of all her lessons she applied herself most to mastering her powers. But for all of that when it really comes down to fighting, Artemis was taught just to protect herself. She’s not a murderer but she knows when to be merciful and when she can’t be. She’s had to take lives for her family before, even though she never really saw the very messiest parts. Artemis stands a better chance in a fight than an average Joe, but she was trained to survive and get away, not to beat her opponent to a pulp in the name of victory. Fighting and killing doesn’t give her pleasure. She’s just as soon stay back. So she did. She was the one left to watch the manor while the rest of the Family attacked the Venatium, when the Hawthorns attacked. She got out of the frying pan and ran right into the fire. Fire that burned right through her ice and her home and her people and her life. Fire named Easter Hawthorne. He destroyed the family and he killed her. Her heart stopped. And then he restarted it and brought her back into a different life. She became his wife. A Godmother and a Queen. And a servant who’s will was bound to his. Artemis wasn’t taught to be a godmother. Her place was never that high, and she never expected it to be. All little girls would dream of becoming a regal Queen, but like this? Never. Artemis almost wished Easter had let her die fighting. But he hadn’t. And now fighting would be useless. She accepted that the day of her wedding. She wasn’t strong enough to attack so she would stay there, bow to Easter and do his bidding and earn his confidence. She woudl make a life for herself, and one day maybe she would eventually have the power to protect her people at least, if not to oppose the tyranny. The Pendragons raised Artemis with the expectation that she would eventually take some responsibility. She would be an advisor to the next godfather, or marry away and become the lady of a smaller house. The idea is not foreign to her, she understands the theory. It’s enough for her to get by on. No training could have prepared her for her current position anyway. She has to adapt to take what power she can, and to live under Easter’s rule. Artemis is caring and maternal towards her people. She wants nothing more than to protect them, however it may look. She worries that her people will feel that she has abandoned them, that she should be doing more. Artemis agrees. She thinks she’s weak for not acting out for them, whatever the sacrifice. But she’s scared to. She was just a little girl inside. Prepared for a normal life maybe, but not this. Isolated within the ranks of the Hawthorns, Artemis is becoming more independent. Homesickness for her friends and family is a growing ache, but there is little she can do. Her family is destined to grow large with Easter. Given time anything can become normal, and slowly this life will too. In ten years, the time before Easter will seem like just a dream and she will have all but forgotten that life can be different. She will grow to respect her husband, even if she never truly loves him. She will follow him where he asks and fight for her new Family.
Aura code: 0C4E32, the color of deep water,
Aura scent: pine sap.
Ability: To conjure living creatures out of ice
Age: 21
Kin: Pendragon bloodline
Tattoo: an eagle on her right shoulder blade
Artemis was normal. For twenty-one year’s her life was normal. She was average, not the oldest or youngest, the smallest or the biggest. She wasn’t forgotten or given great responsibility. She had her place, and it was a good place for her. It never seemed strange to her that her education revolved around the running of the Family. She wasn’t raised as a crook on the street, or an assassin. She saw the business side of things, transactions and deals that she knew were kept secretive for a reason, but it all seemed normal to her. Artemis was a good kid. Smart, lazy sometimes, bratty, but kind. She applied herself to her lessons and listened to her mother and followed Asias example and did as she was told. And then she snuck out her window to go party with her boyfriends. She learned that she likes raspberry and lime snowcones. It was exiting to her, being a “rebel”, seeing the “underworld” even if it was just a part of it. She knew there were darker things out there. Voids and killers and torture souls. She wasn’t exactly innocent or naïve, but most of it was just numbers and words or practice assignment to her. It was never odd the Artemis that she was taught to use her theia powers to fight. It was nice and all that she could make beautiful sculptures or ice cats to follow her around but could she make bigger ice beasts that would follow her command? That would protect her? Could she keep them in existence even when they were attacked? How hard did she have to concentrate? How many could she make, and how big were they? Asia had her practice until she could make an army of huge ice beasts that wouldn’t just collapse into puddles that would do what she needed them to, who could continue under their own power, make their own decisions and leave her side, to carry messages or scout or anything else the godparents required. Artemis took pride in what she could do, in her beautiful crystalline creatures. Of all her lessons she applied herself most to mastering her powers. But for all of that when it really comes down to fighting, Artemis was taught just to protect herself. She’s not a murderer but she knows when to be merciful and when she can’t be. She’s had to take lives for her family before, even though she never really saw the very messiest parts. Artemis stands a better chance in a fight than an average Joe, but she was trained to survive and get away, not to beat her opponent to a pulp in the name of victory. Fighting and killing doesn’t give her pleasure. She’s just as soon stay back. So she did. She was the one left to watch the manor while the rest of the Family attacked the Venatium, when the Hawthorns attacked. She got out of the frying pan and ran right into the fire. Fire that burned right through her ice and her home and her people and her life. Fire named Easter Hawthorne. He destroyed the family and he killed her. Her heart stopped. And then he restarted it and brought her back into a different life. She became his wife. A Godmother and a Queen. And a servant who’s will was bound to his. Artemis wasn’t taught to be a godmother. Her place was never that high, and she never expected it to be. All little girls would dream of becoming a regal Queen, but like this? Never. Artemis almost wished Easter had let her die fighting. But he hadn’t. And now fighting would be useless. She accepted that the day of her wedding. She wasn’t strong enough to attack so she would stay there, bow to Easter and do his bidding and earn his confidence. She woudl make a life for herself, and one day maybe she would eventually have the power to protect her people at least, if not to oppose the tyranny. The Pendragons raised Artemis with the expectation that she would eventually take some responsibility. She would be an advisor to the next godfather, or marry away and become the lady of a smaller house. The idea is not foreign to her, she understands the theory. It’s enough for her to get by on. No training could have prepared her for her current position anyway. She has to adapt to take what power she can, and to live under Easter’s rule. Artemis is caring and maternal towards her people. She wants nothing more than to protect them, however it may look. She worries that her people will feel that she has abandoned them, that she should be doing more. Artemis agrees. She thinks she’s weak for not acting out for them, whatever the sacrifice. But she’s scared to. She was just a little girl inside. Prepared for a normal life maybe, but not this. Isolated within the ranks of the Hawthorns, Artemis is becoming more independent. Homesickness for her friends and family is a growing ache, but there is little she can do. Her family is destined to grow large with Easter. Given time anything can become normal, and slowly this life will too. In ten years, the time before Easter will seem like just a dream and she will have all but forgotten that life can be different. She will grow to respect her husband, even if she never truly loves him. She will follow him where he asks and fight for her new Family.
Galaxy Tanya Hawthorne
Aura code: deep blue purple (330066)
Aura scent: heavy fog
Ability: sensing, creating and feeding of fear
Kin: Easter (brother), Carmen (sister)
Tattoo: none yet
Age: 10
once apon a time...
she was nice and happy and cute
and then she got kidnapped
she deaded
and they tortured her
and now she's psycho
and she kills ppl
and she has evil powers
and nobody lives happily ever after
Aura scent: heavy fog
Ability: sensing, creating and feeding of fear
Kin: Easter (brother), Carmen (sister)
Tattoo: none yet
Age: 10
once apon a time...
she was nice and happy and cute
and then she got kidnapped
she deaded
and they tortured her
and now she's psycho
and she kills ppl
and she has evil powers
and nobody lives happily ever after
Liuche (Luck) Vivien Candon
Con artist/scout
Aura Code: FF4105, neon orange
Aura scent: pineapple
Ability: To change into people and make identities for herself
Age: 18
Kin: distantly related to the Hawthornes
Tattoo: Totoro on the back of her thigh
Liuche was sent to Fallowell to live with her cousins when her parents couldn’t handle her anymore. She has always been a wild child and her abilities make it the easiest thing in the world for her. Not only can Liuche can change her face, body and age she can make a whole new identity for herself. A name and history, even old familiarity, a sense that the people she meets know her. She can make people sure that she’s a famous actress they’ve seen on TV before. Or she could change into somebody who already has an identity, take the shape of Easter Hawthorne and scare then witless. (regardless of what shape or gender she takes, she always likes all flavors of snowcones.) Her powers first appeared when she was four and her parents took her to Hawthorne Tower to get her tattoo from Mion. When she was seven they sent her back hoping that her aunt and the Godfather could teach her discipline along with their own children. It only encouraged her. She and Carmen became friends straight away. Liuche was younger and less versed on life in the families but she was wilder and more willing to take risks. She soon learned the ropes for herself, getting in and out of trouble, using her powers and influence of the Hawthorne name, borrowed from Carmen, when she had to. Liuche was too far removed to be considered bloodline but too close to be a member. She calls the Hawthorn children cousins but her mother was just a distant cousin of Mion who grew up friends with her, and Liuche actually has no real Hawthorn blood in her. At the same time she knows Easter and Carmen personally and is unwilling to be a bootlicker for her cousin, especially while Carmen is his right hand. She has contented herself by finding a place elsewhere in the underworld that the Families rule, while reporting in occasional as a scout. (She's be one of their best,with her power, if she applied herself, as she has been scolded many times by her boss). Lucky calls herself a Con artists but simply but she will do anything for the right price. Smuggling, burglary, drug dealing, liaison-ing. She might not be anybody’s first choice as a spy or assassin but she’ll do that too. On the streets she fits in. Everybody there is wild in their own way. School always bored Liuche but she isn’t dumb. She’s got her wits about her and she learned what she needs to, to get along. Particularly she’s got a head for figures, bookkeeping is one of her strengths. It needs to be when her business associates are cheaters and liars. The underbelly of the city has no real rules. She’s seen some things and done some things, The world is dark and full of terrors la la la. None of that bugs her. She doesn’t have to be morose and serious; the world is a game to her, cruel but still amusing. And her favorite player is Carmen. Carmen is her hobby, and her best friend,a nd she is Carmens Luck. The first time she met Carmen she called her Luck and since then Luck and Lucky have become just as much her names as Liuche. Lucky is the name she mostly goes by on the street. It’s anonymous and good for business.
Lucky was Carmen's close friend before her father died and her baby sister was kidnapped and her other sister was sent away. Lucky missed Cecily too most because corrupting her innocence was fun. The loss of Carmens innocence wasn’t nearly as fun. But Lucky is stuck with her. Carmen is Carmen, even if she is a killer now. And she needs her Luck more than ever, to remind her to laugh. They delight in annoying each other and almost killing each other for kicks, but they can barely go a day without talking. For someone who has no official position in the Family she spends entirely too much time hanging around Carmen and bugging Easter. She’s more likely to be killed by Easter than any blood spattered criminal she works with. By far Lucky's favorite pastime is setting Carmen up with any cute person she sees. She loves flirting but it’s safer if Carmen does it. Lucky dated once, it didn’t work out. The one things she won’t stand is being taken advantage of. She will destroy anyone who tries. She won’t just kill them she will make sure the rest of their life is living hell with no escape.
Lucky sleeps with stuffed animals on her bed but there’s a loaded shotgun under her pillow and a knife on her nightstand. She can be utterly fierce and merciless when you get on her bad side,and her enemies won't just be facing a teenage girl; she can make herself an identity infinitely more terrifying. Scaring people by convincing them she’s Carmen is another of her favorite pastimes. A lot of Lucky's pastimes include messing with people and watching with evil glee. She’s the one that can make a dirty joke about anything and who will teach a five year old swear words. She loves having people around, She’s an extrovert and without crowds she’s shrivel up. She’s not afraid to talk to anybody from the foreigner to the shady guy everybody avoids. She’s prance up to one of the Nightingale twelve and tell them the most outrageous lie without batting an eyelid. Or tell them the truth and then run. She’s a daredevil and she doesn’t mind volunteering anybody else, especially Carmen, to be a daredevil with her.
When she’s not out of the street though you’ll find her curled up around her laptop watching anything animated; cartoons, anime, Disney, Dreamworks or Ghibli movies. She loves them. Lucky could be an anime character herself. Her hair is always so bright. Naturally a ginger blond, she dyes her hair new bright colors every so often. When she doesn’t have blue highlights or something else she keeps it a natural bright copper red so often that most people think that’s what her hair is naturally. She can change her hair with her power but she prefers to keep her natural cut and dye. Her hair cut is choppy with multiple lengths for her bangs, the rest of it falling to the bottom of her back. She manages to pull it off without looking messy or shabby and she’s proud of her unique haircut. When she’s doing something interesting her hair is the least of her concerns but in a classroom or other boring situation split ends can take up all of her attention. She’s a little shorter than average making her two inches shorter than Carmen, but she’s not beanpole thin; she has to watch her weigh and keep fit. What’s really important is that she can fit into Carmens clothes and make off with her expensive dresses. Her skin is pink rather than pale, especially in the winter when she loses most of her tan. Her eyes are blue behind the reddish fringe of hair, both then and her hair proclaiming mostly European parentage. Her features are defined but not sharp and her mouth is made to smirk. Lucky is a good compliment to Carmen. She isn’t gorgeous like her best friend but she’s still pretty. She can make herself look cute or hot depending on her mood, and she has her own style. She’s never been jealous, she doesn’t want to be beautiful in a ladylike, proper way. She’s rather wear what’s comfortable, whether it’s revealing or not. What other people think about her is their problem.
Aura Code: FF4105, neon orange
Aura scent: pineapple
Ability: To change into people and make identities for herself
Age: 18
Kin: distantly related to the Hawthornes
Tattoo: Totoro on the back of her thigh
Liuche was sent to Fallowell to live with her cousins when her parents couldn’t handle her anymore. She has always been a wild child and her abilities make it the easiest thing in the world for her. Not only can Liuche can change her face, body and age she can make a whole new identity for herself. A name and history, even old familiarity, a sense that the people she meets know her. She can make people sure that she’s a famous actress they’ve seen on TV before. Or she could change into somebody who already has an identity, take the shape of Easter Hawthorne and scare then witless. (regardless of what shape or gender she takes, she always likes all flavors of snowcones.) Her powers first appeared when she was four and her parents took her to Hawthorne Tower to get her tattoo from Mion. When she was seven they sent her back hoping that her aunt and the Godfather could teach her discipline along with their own children. It only encouraged her. She and Carmen became friends straight away. Liuche was younger and less versed on life in the families but she was wilder and more willing to take risks. She soon learned the ropes for herself, getting in and out of trouble, using her powers and influence of the Hawthorne name, borrowed from Carmen, when she had to. Liuche was too far removed to be considered bloodline but too close to be a member. She calls the Hawthorn children cousins but her mother was just a distant cousin of Mion who grew up friends with her, and Liuche actually has no real Hawthorn blood in her. At the same time she knows Easter and Carmen personally and is unwilling to be a bootlicker for her cousin, especially while Carmen is his right hand. She has contented herself by finding a place elsewhere in the underworld that the Families rule, while reporting in occasional as a scout. (She's be one of their best,with her power, if she applied herself, as she has been scolded many times by her boss). Lucky calls herself a Con artists but simply but she will do anything for the right price. Smuggling, burglary, drug dealing, liaison-ing. She might not be anybody’s first choice as a spy or assassin but she’ll do that too. On the streets she fits in. Everybody there is wild in their own way. School always bored Liuche but she isn’t dumb. She’s got her wits about her and she learned what she needs to, to get along. Particularly she’s got a head for figures, bookkeeping is one of her strengths. It needs to be when her business associates are cheaters and liars. The underbelly of the city has no real rules. She’s seen some things and done some things, The world is dark and full of terrors la la la. None of that bugs her. She doesn’t have to be morose and serious; the world is a game to her, cruel but still amusing. And her favorite player is Carmen. Carmen is her hobby, and her best friend,a nd she is Carmens Luck. The first time she met Carmen she called her Luck and since then Luck and Lucky have become just as much her names as Liuche. Lucky is the name she mostly goes by on the street. It’s anonymous and good for business.
Lucky was Carmen's close friend before her father died and her baby sister was kidnapped and her other sister was sent away. Lucky missed Cecily too most because corrupting her innocence was fun. The loss of Carmens innocence wasn’t nearly as fun. But Lucky is stuck with her. Carmen is Carmen, even if she is a killer now. And she needs her Luck more than ever, to remind her to laugh. They delight in annoying each other and almost killing each other for kicks, but they can barely go a day without talking. For someone who has no official position in the Family she spends entirely too much time hanging around Carmen and bugging Easter. She’s more likely to be killed by Easter than any blood spattered criminal she works with. By far Lucky's favorite pastime is setting Carmen up with any cute person she sees. She loves flirting but it’s safer if Carmen does it. Lucky dated once, it didn’t work out. The one things she won’t stand is being taken advantage of. She will destroy anyone who tries. She won’t just kill them she will make sure the rest of their life is living hell with no escape.
Lucky sleeps with stuffed animals on her bed but there’s a loaded shotgun under her pillow and a knife on her nightstand. She can be utterly fierce and merciless when you get on her bad side,and her enemies won't just be facing a teenage girl; she can make herself an identity infinitely more terrifying. Scaring people by convincing them she’s Carmen is another of her favorite pastimes. A lot of Lucky's pastimes include messing with people and watching with evil glee. She’s the one that can make a dirty joke about anything and who will teach a five year old swear words. She loves having people around, She’s an extrovert and without crowds she’s shrivel up. She’s not afraid to talk to anybody from the foreigner to the shady guy everybody avoids. She’s prance up to one of the Nightingale twelve and tell them the most outrageous lie without batting an eyelid. Or tell them the truth and then run. She’s a daredevil and she doesn’t mind volunteering anybody else, especially Carmen, to be a daredevil with her.
When she’s not out of the street though you’ll find her curled up around her laptop watching anything animated; cartoons, anime, Disney, Dreamworks or Ghibli movies. She loves them. Lucky could be an anime character herself. Her hair is always so bright. Naturally a ginger blond, she dyes her hair new bright colors every so often. When she doesn’t have blue highlights or something else she keeps it a natural bright copper red so often that most people think that’s what her hair is naturally. She can change her hair with her power but she prefers to keep her natural cut and dye. Her hair cut is choppy with multiple lengths for her bangs, the rest of it falling to the bottom of her back. She manages to pull it off without looking messy or shabby and she’s proud of her unique haircut. When she’s doing something interesting her hair is the least of her concerns but in a classroom or other boring situation split ends can take up all of her attention. She’s a little shorter than average making her two inches shorter than Carmen, but she’s not beanpole thin; she has to watch her weigh and keep fit. What’s really important is that she can fit into Carmens clothes and make off with her expensive dresses. Her skin is pink rather than pale, especially in the winter when she loses most of her tan. Her eyes are blue behind the reddish fringe of hair, both then and her hair proclaiming mostly European parentage. Her features are defined but not sharp and her mouth is made to smirk. Lucky is a good compliment to Carmen. She isn’t gorgeous like her best friend but she’s still pretty. She can make herself look cute or hot depending on her mood, and she has her own style. She’s never been jealous, she doesn’t want to be beautiful in a ladylike, proper way. She’s rather wear what’s comfortable, whether it’s revealing or not. What other people think about her is their problem.
Robbin Azro
Family member
Aura Code: B40404 Muave (and dangerous)
Aura scent:of river clay
Ability: telekinesis
Age: 16
Tattoo: The One Ring around his left thumb
Robbin is average in build and high, just a little on the smaller side. Athletics aren’t his strong suite. He dislikes getting sweaty and dealing with all the jocular competitions. Also he sucks at most sports and it’s humiliating. Robbin is pretty average looking but with delicate “pretty” features that some would call feminine and large hazel eyes. He needs glasses but they give him a headache, pushing on the sides of his head and his nose, so he only wears them when he has to. His hair is fluffy and brown and looks like it needs to be cut. Robbin doesn’t like how he looks with his hair short. He’d rather have it falling over his forehead even if it gets in his eyes when he’s reading.
Robbin is introverted, a bit shy. He isn’t antisocial or mean, he just won’t seek out any crowds. He’d rather have a few good friends than a lot of acquaintances that take up time an energy without being meaningful. He’s calm and quiet, a good listener and a good place for advice. He isn’t overly analytical, but he likes to think of himself as smarter, or at least more sophisticated and mature that the average fighter. His power is his mind in that sense, and concerning his theia power. He’s telekinetic. He can move practically anything with his mind and he has a few other tricks up his sleeve that he’s still practicing.
Robin is left handed and a huge nerd, hence the tattoo ring on his left thumb. He won’t tell anybody that it’s from a book if they aren’t literate enough to know it already. He can be a bit of a snob about that, and about conventions. Grammar and spelling matter to Robbin. Everybody misspells his name and he can be heard muttering corrections under his breath about any number of conventions. Gender, on the other hand, doesn’t matter to Robbin. He would go as a “they” but that’s grammatically incorrect and English doesn’t have any other gender neutral pronouns. So he doesn’t make a fuss and in the end it doesn’t really change anything.
He can be rather vague sometimes, like he’s daydreaming, but he isn’t an air-head. He pays attention, even if it bores him. He’s too shy and polite to be outspoken with people he doesn’t know well, so he’ll just sit there and wait. If it’s somebody he cares about he won’t interrupt them anyway because he actually will care. Robbin can be a like a mother hen, as Balian has pointed out. He’s very caring and likes mothering people, taking care of them and telling them to comb their hair. He tries to eat healthy, but he prefers pineapple and blue raspberry snow-comes and he indulges himself sometimes. Somehow he gravitated toward Balian Gracling when he first came to the Hawthornes. He wouldn’t have though they would get along so well, but Balian’s energy compliments his sedate nature, and Robbin would have been tempted to mother him even if they weren’t buddies. Robbin’s parents had connections with the Hawthorn family. They were part of their larger network, though they lived elsewhere. They got into some trouble when Robbin was six and brought him to Hawthorn Tower to keep him safe. He sees them regularly, but lives with the main Hawthorn family, somewhat like a boarding school. He’s comfortable with the Hawthornes and loyal but maybe not quite as dedicated to the Godfather as some. His favorite thing about the Family is their library collection. Grand future plans don’t interest him so much, but he will do what Easter orders.
Aura Code: B40404 Muave (and dangerous)
Aura scent:of river clay
Ability: telekinesis
Age: 16
Tattoo: The One Ring around his left thumb
Robbin is average in build and high, just a little on the smaller side. Athletics aren’t his strong suite. He dislikes getting sweaty and dealing with all the jocular competitions. Also he sucks at most sports and it’s humiliating. Robbin is pretty average looking but with delicate “pretty” features that some would call feminine and large hazel eyes. He needs glasses but they give him a headache, pushing on the sides of his head and his nose, so he only wears them when he has to. His hair is fluffy and brown and looks like it needs to be cut. Robbin doesn’t like how he looks with his hair short. He’d rather have it falling over his forehead even if it gets in his eyes when he’s reading.
Robbin is introverted, a bit shy. He isn’t antisocial or mean, he just won’t seek out any crowds. He’d rather have a few good friends than a lot of acquaintances that take up time an energy without being meaningful. He’s calm and quiet, a good listener and a good place for advice. He isn’t overly analytical, but he likes to think of himself as smarter, or at least more sophisticated and mature that the average fighter. His power is his mind in that sense, and concerning his theia power. He’s telekinetic. He can move practically anything with his mind and he has a few other tricks up his sleeve that he’s still practicing.
Robin is left handed and a huge nerd, hence the tattoo ring on his left thumb. He won’t tell anybody that it’s from a book if they aren’t literate enough to know it already. He can be a bit of a snob about that, and about conventions. Grammar and spelling matter to Robbin. Everybody misspells his name and he can be heard muttering corrections under his breath about any number of conventions. Gender, on the other hand, doesn’t matter to Robbin. He would go as a “they” but that’s grammatically incorrect and English doesn’t have any other gender neutral pronouns. So he doesn’t make a fuss and in the end it doesn’t really change anything.
He can be rather vague sometimes, like he’s daydreaming, but he isn’t an air-head. He pays attention, even if it bores him. He’s too shy and polite to be outspoken with people he doesn’t know well, so he’ll just sit there and wait. If it’s somebody he cares about he won’t interrupt them anyway because he actually will care. Robbin can be a like a mother hen, as Balian has pointed out. He’s very caring and likes mothering people, taking care of them and telling them to comb their hair. He tries to eat healthy, but he prefers pineapple and blue raspberry snow-comes and he indulges himself sometimes. Somehow he gravitated toward Balian Gracling when he first came to the Hawthornes. He wouldn’t have though they would get along so well, but Balian’s energy compliments his sedate nature, and Robbin would have been tempted to mother him even if they weren’t buddies. Robbin’s parents had connections with the Hawthorn family. They were part of their larger network, though they lived elsewhere. They got into some trouble when Robbin was six and brought him to Hawthorn Tower to keep him safe. He sees them regularly, but lives with the main Hawthorn family, somewhat like a boarding school. He’s comfortable with the Hawthornes and loyal but maybe not quite as dedicated to the Godfather as some. His favorite thing about the Family is their library collection. Grand future plans don’t interest him so much, but he will do what Easter orders.
Borya Krutikov
Member of the Krutikov Family
Aura: 0B0719, a blue so dark it is nearly indistinguishable from black, smells like white pines
Tattoo: a bird on his lower back
Ability: manipulating sound waves
Kin: Vitaly and Dimitry (triplets), Lav (older brother)
Age: 16
Borya Krutikov carries an impressive name and an impressive genealogy. It’s a legacy that most people think he can never live up to, because Borya was born blind. He and his two brothers are the topic of many discussions. Not only are they triplets, not only are they related to the Godfather, but each of them is handicapped. Borya is blind, Dmitri is deaf and Vitaly is mute. To compound matters, they are hardly ever seen alone. They constantly accompany each other, and they are constantly touching. Physical contact lets Vitaly communicate with them mentally, which is their best form of communication many times because Borya cannot see their sign language and Dmitri cannot hear spoken language. Contact is also how they help Borya navigate. They direct him through combination of holding hands or linking arms, and numerous small nudges that have almost become like a code to let Borya know what is around him. At sixteen years old the triplets have become accustomed to the glances and whispers. The gossips don’t understand and they never will, so for the most part, their opinions matter very little. The three get on surprisingly well, not because they don’t fight, but because they have to rely on each other even when they are mad. Their relationship is different from friendship, it’s more subconscious and automatic. The way they feel about each other is like the way people feel about themselves. Dmitri and Vitaly are different people, but their existences are not separate. Borya needs Dmitri and Viatly, they are his eyes. Being a triplet is a part of his identity. Without them he’d be dismissed and ignored, but with his brothers help an encouragement Borya doesn’t have to be useless. People’s derision and the way they looked down on him used to stop him. They refused to take him seriously, and used his blindness to their full advantage. He failed over and over again, getting himself and his siblings into trouble every time, with the authorities or the godfather or rivals. They narrowly escaped jail because the authorities always underestimate them, and Lev and his guards saved them from death countess times. But Vitaly and Dmitri and Lev still supposed him so Borya refused to give up. He learned by trial and error to use people’s underestimation to his advantage. He will never be a fighter, but Lev proved long ago to the triplets that physical skills aren’t the only important things. All three of them can be very useful as informers. People let their guards down around the triplets, they think they can sneak up on Borya or do something in front of Vitaly that he’ll never be able to repeat. But even if Borya doesn’t see the person behind him Dmitri will, and even if Dmitri doesn’t hear what is said around him, Borya will, because they are always together. Their powers make it even easier for them to spy. Vitaly can speak to his brothers telepathically, with physical contact, relaying secrets. Dmitri can see all, through his painted eyes, scattered around the house and the city. And Borya can manipulate sound waves, allowing him to hear whispered conversations from across a park. The one thing he cannot do yet with his powers is echolocation, but he’ll keep working. Never having been able to see, not being able to see doesn’t bother him, what bothers him is the other things he cannot do, and how he has to rely on his brothers. He’s done that for his whole life as well, and most of the time he tries not to think about it, because there’s not much he can do. But echolocation is something he can work on, so he can always be found making strange sounds and then guessing what things look like. Borya has a lot to prove. People don’t have high expectations for him and his brothers, and his aim is to change that. So the more is able to do, the faster he can use echolocation, the better. Borya isn’t a dedicated person in the usual manor, but he has a lot of determination and he’ll go after things aggressively. His biggest liability, beside his lack of sight obviously, is his temper. When Borya gets mad, he becomes reckless, stubbornly continuing down a path regardless of the consequences. Subsequently he doesn’t take threats or scolding’s very well, he’ll just start yelling back, whether it’s the Godfather or a bounty hunter. He’s improved a lot at navigating the world of the Krutikov’s, and keeping out danger. Now if he gets in trouble, it’s mostly likely because of his temper, and not a mistake. Anyone who knows Borya even a little can’t be surprised though. He’s not very cuddly. Borya has so much energy and he can’t work it off on any physical pursuits. Instead he just snarks, or yells, at everybody. Nothing satisfies his bitterness like making a sarcastic comment about a solemn occasion and his first suggestion in any incident is to “just kill them.” When in doubt that’s the first order he always tried to make. But Borya needs his sarcastic asshole commentary to cover the fact that he’s more sensitive that he’d care for most people to know. He doesn’t want people to know how weak he is, how easily they could take advantage of his lack of sight, or how he can’t run of a flight of stairs without puffing. He puts in so much work just to keep up with everybody else, and in those sorts of things, he has no hope of being above average. To people he doesn’t know Borya doesn’t seem very multifaceted; He’s just a little bit of an asshole. His closer friends, and especially his sibling know how to read Borya though. And when he’s comfortable enough to relax around someone and be open, he actually becomes more neutral, and nicer. It’s the opposite of what most people, who are formal and polite with acquaintances and strangers. It has to do with the boys unconventional modes of communication, but also because ethic triplets are so close. Borya won’t let anyone hurt his brothers, nothing gets him madder that a slight, or threat directed at Vitaly or Dmitri. Even if he can’t protect them himself, he’ll still be ready to go into battle on their accounts. It’s not as if he considers himself older or more responsible though, more like he’s just the loudest. The triplets each take care of each other equally. Trading off who will be the “responsible” one. For the most part, if one of them steps up then the other two will follow his lead, but they do clash occasionally. When they do fight it can be traumatizing for anyone who witnesses it. Borya can be perfectly wretched to his brothers when he’s angry at them. As bad as it can sound though, fights can’t change their relationship, it’s too deep seeded. And sooner or later the anger will boil off and be forgotten. It doesn’t really matter what horrible things they say or do, because the next day it will be forgotten and won’t matter. They will be as close as ever again, leaving everybody confused about how their moods can change so fast. As different as the triplets can be, they all look like mirror images of each other. They share the same pale skin and pointed nose. They all three make similar expression, even though their thoughts and emotions might not be the same. Boryas raised-eyebrows wide-eyes look is just the same as Vutaly’s and Dmitri’s though his might indicate incredulity where his brother’s would indicate surprise. They have the same platinum blond hair. Borya’s is cut longer than his brothers, so it’s not as fluffy, and his bangs fall over his eyes. Their eyes are the only things about them that don’t match, the little detail all the more striking because of that. Where his brother’s eyes are amber colored, and golden hazel, Boryas eyes are a light blue, clouded and blank. They can’t be describes a beautiful, in the same way that most blue eyes can be. He can feel how his blank gaze disconcerts people, he feels how it makes them shifty. Boryas frame in thin, he’s near managed to retain much muscle, and he’s over average height, like his brothers. They are not perfectly the same height, and as they grow the tallest one changes, but difference in their heights is never more than a few centimeters.
Aura: 0B0719, a blue so dark it is nearly indistinguishable from black, smells like white pines
Tattoo: a bird on his lower back
Ability: manipulating sound waves
Kin: Vitaly and Dimitry (triplets), Lav (older brother)
Age: 16
Borya Krutikov carries an impressive name and an impressive genealogy. It’s a legacy that most people think he can never live up to, because Borya was born blind. He and his two brothers are the topic of many discussions. Not only are they triplets, not only are they related to the Godfather, but each of them is handicapped. Borya is blind, Dmitri is deaf and Vitaly is mute. To compound matters, they are hardly ever seen alone. They constantly accompany each other, and they are constantly touching. Physical contact lets Vitaly communicate with them mentally, which is their best form of communication many times because Borya cannot see their sign language and Dmitri cannot hear spoken language. Contact is also how they help Borya navigate. They direct him through combination of holding hands or linking arms, and numerous small nudges that have almost become like a code to let Borya know what is around him. At sixteen years old the triplets have become accustomed to the glances and whispers. The gossips don’t understand and they never will, so for the most part, their opinions matter very little. The three get on surprisingly well, not because they don’t fight, but because they have to rely on each other even when they are mad. Their relationship is different from friendship, it’s more subconscious and automatic. The way they feel about each other is like the way people feel about themselves. Dmitri and Vitaly are different people, but their existences are not separate. Borya needs Dmitri and Viatly, they are his eyes. Being a triplet is a part of his identity. Without them he’d be dismissed and ignored, but with his brothers help an encouragement Borya doesn’t have to be useless. People’s derision and the way they looked down on him used to stop him. They refused to take him seriously, and used his blindness to their full advantage. He failed over and over again, getting himself and his siblings into trouble every time, with the authorities or the godfather or rivals. They narrowly escaped jail because the authorities always underestimate them, and Lev and his guards saved them from death countess times. But Vitaly and Dmitri and Lev still supposed him so Borya refused to give up. He learned by trial and error to use people’s underestimation to his advantage. He will never be a fighter, but Lev proved long ago to the triplets that physical skills aren’t the only important things. All three of them can be very useful as informers. People let their guards down around the triplets, they think they can sneak up on Borya or do something in front of Vitaly that he’ll never be able to repeat. But even if Borya doesn’t see the person behind him Dmitri will, and even if Dmitri doesn’t hear what is said around him, Borya will, because they are always together. Their powers make it even easier for them to spy. Vitaly can speak to his brothers telepathically, with physical contact, relaying secrets. Dmitri can see all, through his painted eyes, scattered around the house and the city. And Borya can manipulate sound waves, allowing him to hear whispered conversations from across a park. The one thing he cannot do yet with his powers is echolocation, but he’ll keep working. Never having been able to see, not being able to see doesn’t bother him, what bothers him is the other things he cannot do, and how he has to rely on his brothers. He’s done that for his whole life as well, and most of the time he tries not to think about it, because there’s not much he can do. But echolocation is something he can work on, so he can always be found making strange sounds and then guessing what things look like. Borya has a lot to prove. People don’t have high expectations for him and his brothers, and his aim is to change that. So the more is able to do, the faster he can use echolocation, the better. Borya isn’t a dedicated person in the usual manor, but he has a lot of determination and he’ll go after things aggressively. His biggest liability, beside his lack of sight obviously, is his temper. When Borya gets mad, he becomes reckless, stubbornly continuing down a path regardless of the consequences. Subsequently he doesn’t take threats or scolding’s very well, he’ll just start yelling back, whether it’s the Godfather or a bounty hunter. He’s improved a lot at navigating the world of the Krutikov’s, and keeping out danger. Now if he gets in trouble, it’s mostly likely because of his temper, and not a mistake. Anyone who knows Borya even a little can’t be surprised though. He’s not very cuddly. Borya has so much energy and he can’t work it off on any physical pursuits. Instead he just snarks, or yells, at everybody. Nothing satisfies his bitterness like making a sarcastic comment about a solemn occasion and his first suggestion in any incident is to “just kill them.” When in doubt that’s the first order he always tried to make. But Borya needs his sarcastic asshole commentary to cover the fact that he’s more sensitive that he’d care for most people to know. He doesn’t want people to know how weak he is, how easily they could take advantage of his lack of sight, or how he can’t run of a flight of stairs without puffing. He puts in so much work just to keep up with everybody else, and in those sorts of things, he has no hope of being above average. To people he doesn’t know Borya doesn’t seem very multifaceted; He’s just a little bit of an asshole. His closer friends, and especially his sibling know how to read Borya though. And when he’s comfortable enough to relax around someone and be open, he actually becomes more neutral, and nicer. It’s the opposite of what most people, who are formal and polite with acquaintances and strangers. It has to do with the boys unconventional modes of communication, but also because ethic triplets are so close. Borya won’t let anyone hurt his brothers, nothing gets him madder that a slight, or threat directed at Vitaly or Dmitri. Even if he can’t protect them himself, he’ll still be ready to go into battle on their accounts. It’s not as if he considers himself older or more responsible though, more like he’s just the loudest. The triplets each take care of each other equally. Trading off who will be the “responsible” one. For the most part, if one of them steps up then the other two will follow his lead, but they do clash occasionally. When they do fight it can be traumatizing for anyone who witnesses it. Borya can be perfectly wretched to his brothers when he’s angry at them. As bad as it can sound though, fights can’t change their relationship, it’s too deep seeded. And sooner or later the anger will boil off and be forgotten. It doesn’t really matter what horrible things they say or do, because the next day it will be forgotten and won’t matter. They will be as close as ever again, leaving everybody confused about how their moods can change so fast. As different as the triplets can be, they all look like mirror images of each other. They share the same pale skin and pointed nose. They all three make similar expression, even though their thoughts and emotions might not be the same. Boryas raised-eyebrows wide-eyes look is just the same as Vutaly’s and Dmitri’s though his might indicate incredulity where his brother’s would indicate surprise. They have the same platinum blond hair. Borya’s is cut longer than his brothers, so it’s not as fluffy, and his bangs fall over his eyes. Their eyes are the only things about them that don’t match, the little detail all the more striking because of that. Where his brother’s eyes are amber colored, and golden hazel, Boryas eyes are a light blue, clouded and blank. They can’t be describes a beautiful, in the same way that most blue eyes can be. He can feel how his blank gaze disconcerts people, he feels how it makes them shifty. Boryas frame in thin, he’s near managed to retain much muscle, and he’s over average height, like his brothers. They are not perfectly the same height, and as they grow the tallest one changes, but difference in their heights is never more than a few centimeters.
Ristolav Koat
Torpedo
Aura: 13111, almost black, smells of iron sulfate
Ability: becoming numb to pain for short periods of time
Tattoo: skull on his back
Kin: Vernon Koat (step father)
Age: 23
Ristolav killed his stepfather when he was fourteen and went to prison for three years. It should have been twenty, but strings were pulled. Rist’s step-father, Vernon, worked for the Krutikov family, and when his boss found out that fourteen year old had killed his man, he investigated. Rist interested him. He obviously wasn’t a normal child, if he’d managed to kill Vernon. So the boss offered Rist a deal, he would become his benefactor, get him out of prison, train him, give him a job and a home, if Rist became his subordinate and pledged his services and loyalty to the Kurtikov Family. Rist agreed. He is loyal to the Family, not out of attachment or a sense of duty, just because he’s never had motivation or reason to question orders. His loyalty is absolute, but it’s arbitrary. He could be working for the Krutikovs or the Government or the Vespa’s. It’s all the same to him, he doesn’t care who he kills, or who he kills for. Rist doesn’t care much for other people in general. He’s quite self-centered in that aspect. He’ll only get involved if it has to do with his job, because then it’s his problem as well. He’s not particularity attached to anything, except for the job itself. The thrill of it always entertains him. Interacting with people doesn’t so much. While he does have some friends he doesn’t tent to form the same kind of emotional bonds as normal people too. Seeing others pain has never bothered him, and he considers himself superior to most people. He defers to bosses but he doesn’t consider himself below them. It’s more like he’s removed from the hierarchy. Rist can be unpredictable with following orders, like he has less impulse control that most people. He’ll let his temper get away from him and mill innocent bystanders or abandon the job the totally to do something different. When confronted about it he has no real explanation. He’s never questioned his thinking and others concerns don’t bother him. He might be a hassle to deal with, but Rist makes it worth their while by being a superb fighter. He had a talent for it, the raw power and necessary mindset, even before his benefactor started teaching him technique. Stealth and tactics aren’t his forte and he never had formal education past middle school, but he’s spent uncounted hours training and fighting. On a job his impulsiveness helps him make split second decisions and act fast. Both important attributes to him because his métier is strength, not speed. He’s brutal and efficient, his preferred tactic to push through anything, leaving a path of destruction behind. He’s ruthless and cruel, taking no prisoners. He’s force to be reckoned with, stronger than he looks, and much more determined. More importantly, pain doesn’t stop him. His power allows him to ignore nonfatal wound, to punch with a broken fist or run on a stabbed leg. It also lets him ignore muscle strains, allowing him to use more strength and keep going longer than other fighters. His build is naturally lean and tall, but he’s built muscle from long years of abusing them. His nose has been broken almost too many times to count. Even as a child his sense of smell was bad, but now Rist can’t smell anything. Somehow his face has managed to stay mostly intact. His skin is layered in scars, but he’s so pale anyway it’s hard to tell from far away. Messy blond hair and bright green eyes give him warm good-looks. The crooked nose and jaunty smile make him more alluring, which Rist find frankly annoying. For the most part he can interact normally, hiding his more violent tendencies, but he is not as warm as his appearances would suggest. He acts aloof, cold and uninterested to most people. Though he can fake a sincere smile, an icy glare is his more natural expression. Especially when strangers approach, or somebody tries to hit on him. Rist can’t taste very well become of his nose and he usually doesn’t enjoy snow cones, but sometime he gets a craving, then any flavor will do. Rist isn’t a complicated man. Understanding him comes down to figuring out one truth. Not that that will help deal with him. Rist will be a killer until he dies, and who know when that will be. With his power he’s not afraid of pain, and he’s defiantly not afraid to die. He may enjoy his life but he doesn’t value it very much, he only cares that he goes out fighting. So, a will to live or not, it’s going to take an awful lot to bring him down.
Aura: 13111, almost black, smells of iron sulfate
Ability: becoming numb to pain for short periods of time
Tattoo: skull on his back
Kin: Vernon Koat (step father)
Age: 23
Ristolav killed his stepfather when he was fourteen and went to prison for three years. It should have been twenty, but strings were pulled. Rist’s step-father, Vernon, worked for the Krutikov family, and when his boss found out that fourteen year old had killed his man, he investigated. Rist interested him. He obviously wasn’t a normal child, if he’d managed to kill Vernon. So the boss offered Rist a deal, he would become his benefactor, get him out of prison, train him, give him a job and a home, if Rist became his subordinate and pledged his services and loyalty to the Kurtikov Family. Rist agreed. He is loyal to the Family, not out of attachment or a sense of duty, just because he’s never had motivation or reason to question orders. His loyalty is absolute, but it’s arbitrary. He could be working for the Krutikovs or the Government or the Vespa’s. It’s all the same to him, he doesn’t care who he kills, or who he kills for. Rist doesn’t care much for other people in general. He’s quite self-centered in that aspect. He’ll only get involved if it has to do with his job, because then it’s his problem as well. He’s not particularity attached to anything, except for the job itself. The thrill of it always entertains him. Interacting with people doesn’t so much. While he does have some friends he doesn’t tent to form the same kind of emotional bonds as normal people too. Seeing others pain has never bothered him, and he considers himself superior to most people. He defers to bosses but he doesn’t consider himself below them. It’s more like he’s removed from the hierarchy. Rist can be unpredictable with following orders, like he has less impulse control that most people. He’ll let his temper get away from him and mill innocent bystanders or abandon the job the totally to do something different. When confronted about it he has no real explanation. He’s never questioned his thinking and others concerns don’t bother him. He might be a hassle to deal with, but Rist makes it worth their while by being a superb fighter. He had a talent for it, the raw power and necessary mindset, even before his benefactor started teaching him technique. Stealth and tactics aren’t his forte and he never had formal education past middle school, but he’s spent uncounted hours training and fighting. On a job his impulsiveness helps him make split second decisions and act fast. Both important attributes to him because his métier is strength, not speed. He’s brutal and efficient, his preferred tactic to push through anything, leaving a path of destruction behind. He’s ruthless and cruel, taking no prisoners. He’s force to be reckoned with, stronger than he looks, and much more determined. More importantly, pain doesn’t stop him. His power allows him to ignore nonfatal wound, to punch with a broken fist or run on a stabbed leg. It also lets him ignore muscle strains, allowing him to use more strength and keep going longer than other fighters. His build is naturally lean and tall, but he’s built muscle from long years of abusing them. His nose has been broken almost too many times to count. Even as a child his sense of smell was bad, but now Rist can’t smell anything. Somehow his face has managed to stay mostly intact. His skin is layered in scars, but he’s so pale anyway it’s hard to tell from far away. Messy blond hair and bright green eyes give him warm good-looks. The crooked nose and jaunty smile make him more alluring, which Rist find frankly annoying. For the most part he can interact normally, hiding his more violent tendencies, but he is not as warm as his appearances would suggest. He acts aloof, cold and uninterested to most people. Though he can fake a sincere smile, an icy glare is his more natural expression. Especially when strangers approach, or somebody tries to hit on him. Rist can’t taste very well become of his nose and he usually doesn’t enjoy snow cones, but sometime he gets a craving, then any flavor will do. Rist isn’t a complicated man. Understanding him comes down to figuring out one truth. Not that that will help deal with him. Rist will be a killer until he dies, and who know when that will be. With his power he’s not afraid of pain, and he’s defiantly not afraid to die. He may enjoy his life but he doesn’t value it very much, he only cares that he goes out fighting. So, a will to live or not, it’s going to take an awful lot to bring him down.
Libra
Assassin of the Nightingale Family
Aura: D8F78, translucent yellow smells of chlorofluorocarbons
Ability: Creation of a virtual (imaginary) computer and database system he accesses through his mind.
Tattoo: A molecular diagram on the inside of his right arm, just below his elbow.
Kin: Unknown
Age: 24
Libra is the most awkward assassin you are likely ever to meet, most of him at odds with other parts of him. Not many people bother to learn about his history. It all sounds rather tame and boring. Born Conlan West in the Nordic land of eternal snow (he doens't like snowcones, and likes ice-cream instead) and Wifi, he grew up in a normal house, went to school, and started training. It didn’t take long for people to realize how great an athlete he was and start trying to recruit him. But he couldn’t go with any of them, Libras path was decided for him before he could walk. He went with Libra when he was eight to formally start his training, but she had started mentoring him before that. Libra was his mentor for nearly his whole life. Until she vanished when he was seventeen. Two months later the Nightengale Godmother brought him to Gildargen and told him he was her successor. Libra will laugh about a memory of school or bring up a point he remembers from his training or something his old mentor said. Nobody really cares or pays attention and he’s not especially secretive. That exactly what he wants. Because, if someone were to look closer, there are holes in his stories. He never mentions his family and barely talks about the old Libra even though the 12 and many people in the Family knew her. If anyone starts asking questions, even innocent ones, he immediately changes the subject. The one thing that a perceptive person can tell without too much trouble is that he really misses the old Libra. He’d never say so but she was like a second mother to him. One who understood him. People always thought Libra was some kind of crazy genius, since they had no idea about his power. MICoF is all in his head (MICoF is what he calls his virtual computer. It stands for My Imaginary COmputer Friend, but he’ll never admit it.) It’s hard to do everything just in his head. It’s much easier for him if he visualizes MICoF’s interface as a regular computer, though one without any coding. So he finds screens, walls, sunglasses, broken computers. He’ll just sit and stare at them for hours, unmoving, since he doesn’t need a mouse or anything, sometimes talking to himself. And if that wasn’t enough to make peole think he was crazy, they couldn't understand how he could be so smart in some ways and so not in others. He wasn’t a savant or autistic, he was just so normal. Without MICof Libra's mind is pretty average. He likes learning, but he never had to do much real work in school. His powers give him mental access to pretty much anything a computer can do. Spelling, definitions, the laws of physics, trigonometric functions. He was always bored in class because he wasn’t learning the way other students were. It wasn’t like he could get away without thinking. It was just different for him. Mostly he was bored because he didn’t have to be stressed. Everybody else was studying, but tests were easy for him. Even the things that MICoF couldn’t do weren’t as hard because he could focus on them without having to worry about other stuff. Artistic pursuits would have come easily to him if he’d been interested, just like athletics do. MICoF could help a little with the mental side of things, warning about an opponent’s probable next move or analyzing statistics. But the coordination and reflexes, speed and strength were all Libra. He tried harder in training that anything else because he couldn’t rely on MICoF and he liked being able to do it by himself. Libra is well built, muscled and tall, but still flexible and silent on his feet. He can be pretty intimidating, as tall as he is. He certainly looks the part of a killer. His neutral face makes him look lazily dangerous and menacing. Until he starts grinning, then he looks as adorable as a six foot man possibly can. Libra has pale Nordic skin and spikey copper blond hair. His eyes are bright green and sharp. For all his mass, Libra is still perfectly coordinated. He might be awkward, but never clumsy. You see, Libra is a dork. He doesn’t lack confidence or courage and somehow he avoided being painfully embarrassing about things, but he’s not always smooth. He’s a little bit oblivious to the more subtle social cues, especially when his friends are all very good at keeping secrets. Libra dorky in a likable way, when he gets excited about something, or doesn’t quite know how to react. He’s aware of it to a point “I’m RDJ in my head, but Castiel in real life” but he’s not about to change. Libra is amusing, at least to himself, in a dry, sarcastic kind of way. He is casual about making friends, just suspicious enough to keep himself safe. He seems pretty chill for an assassin, but with a heavy dose of cynicism. He kills people for money after all, and sleeps fine at night. When he on a mission he turns serious. He can’t take the time to interface with MICoF like he normal does so it’s all much more internal. Mentally he’s running much closer to the machine-like part of him and human things become less important. He turns colder, more logical and precise and calculating. The opposite happens when he gets angry though. When he’s really furious he becomes dangerously reckless and destructive. He’s much more dangerous that way, unpredictable and illogical. And his fighting doesn’t suffer. It’s all muscle memory, he can operate almost on autopilot. All in all, friendly nerd, menacing figure, robotic assassin or raging berserker, Libra is someone you want on your side.
Aura: D8F78, translucent yellow smells of chlorofluorocarbons
Ability: Creation of a virtual (imaginary) computer and database system he accesses through his mind.
Tattoo: A molecular diagram on the inside of his right arm, just below his elbow.
Kin: Unknown
Age: 24
Libra is the most awkward assassin you are likely ever to meet, most of him at odds with other parts of him. Not many people bother to learn about his history. It all sounds rather tame and boring. Born Conlan West in the Nordic land of eternal snow (he doens't like snowcones, and likes ice-cream instead) and Wifi, he grew up in a normal house, went to school, and started training. It didn’t take long for people to realize how great an athlete he was and start trying to recruit him. But he couldn’t go with any of them, Libras path was decided for him before he could walk. He went with Libra when he was eight to formally start his training, but she had started mentoring him before that. Libra was his mentor for nearly his whole life. Until she vanished when he was seventeen. Two months later the Nightengale Godmother brought him to Gildargen and told him he was her successor. Libra will laugh about a memory of school or bring up a point he remembers from his training or something his old mentor said. Nobody really cares or pays attention and he’s not especially secretive. That exactly what he wants. Because, if someone were to look closer, there are holes in his stories. He never mentions his family and barely talks about the old Libra even though the 12 and many people in the Family knew her. If anyone starts asking questions, even innocent ones, he immediately changes the subject. The one thing that a perceptive person can tell without too much trouble is that he really misses the old Libra. He’d never say so but she was like a second mother to him. One who understood him. People always thought Libra was some kind of crazy genius, since they had no idea about his power. MICoF is all in his head (MICoF is what he calls his virtual computer. It stands for My Imaginary COmputer Friend, but he’ll never admit it.) It’s hard to do everything just in his head. It’s much easier for him if he visualizes MICoF’s interface as a regular computer, though one without any coding. So he finds screens, walls, sunglasses, broken computers. He’ll just sit and stare at them for hours, unmoving, since he doesn’t need a mouse or anything, sometimes talking to himself. And if that wasn’t enough to make peole think he was crazy, they couldn't understand how he could be so smart in some ways and so not in others. He wasn’t a savant or autistic, he was just so normal. Without MICof Libra's mind is pretty average. He likes learning, but he never had to do much real work in school. His powers give him mental access to pretty much anything a computer can do. Spelling, definitions, the laws of physics, trigonometric functions. He was always bored in class because he wasn’t learning the way other students were. It wasn’t like he could get away without thinking. It was just different for him. Mostly he was bored because he didn’t have to be stressed. Everybody else was studying, but tests were easy for him. Even the things that MICoF couldn’t do weren’t as hard because he could focus on them without having to worry about other stuff. Artistic pursuits would have come easily to him if he’d been interested, just like athletics do. MICoF could help a little with the mental side of things, warning about an opponent’s probable next move or analyzing statistics. But the coordination and reflexes, speed and strength were all Libra. He tried harder in training that anything else because he couldn’t rely on MICoF and he liked being able to do it by himself. Libra is well built, muscled and tall, but still flexible and silent on his feet. He can be pretty intimidating, as tall as he is. He certainly looks the part of a killer. His neutral face makes him look lazily dangerous and menacing. Until he starts grinning, then he looks as adorable as a six foot man possibly can. Libra has pale Nordic skin and spikey copper blond hair. His eyes are bright green and sharp. For all his mass, Libra is still perfectly coordinated. He might be awkward, but never clumsy. You see, Libra is a dork. He doesn’t lack confidence or courage and somehow he avoided being painfully embarrassing about things, but he’s not always smooth. He’s a little bit oblivious to the more subtle social cues, especially when his friends are all very good at keeping secrets. Libra dorky in a likable way, when he gets excited about something, or doesn’t quite know how to react. He’s aware of it to a point “I’m RDJ in my head, but Castiel in real life” but he’s not about to change. Libra is amusing, at least to himself, in a dry, sarcastic kind of way. He is casual about making friends, just suspicious enough to keep himself safe. He seems pretty chill for an assassin, but with a heavy dose of cynicism. He kills people for money after all, and sleeps fine at night. When he on a mission he turns serious. He can’t take the time to interface with MICoF like he normal does so it’s all much more internal. Mentally he’s running much closer to the machine-like part of him and human things become less important. He turns colder, more logical and precise and calculating. The opposite happens when he gets angry though. When he’s really furious he becomes dangerously reckless and destructive. He’s much more dangerous that way, unpredictable and illogical. And his fighting doesn’t suffer. It’s all muscle memory, he can operate almost on autopilot. All in all, friendly nerd, menacing figure, robotic assassin or raging berserker, Libra is someone you want on your side.
Rialtzo Dividi
Lieutenant of the Norcross
Aura code: completely clear (CCCCCC)
Aura scent: very faint scent of sand
Ability: nullifying their powers
Age: 23
Kin: none known
Tattoo: winged serpent on the back of her left shoulder
Rialtzo does not remember anything before she woke up in New Zealand when she was about five years old. Somebody must have taken care of her and taught her what she knew about survival, but her guess is as good as anyone’s. As a child she barely spared it any thought, and by the time she had the resources to find out, she decided she didn’t want to know. She already had a family she loved, by then. Rialtzo’s first three years weren’t easy. She fended for herself on the streets with only occasional help from a local gang of humans. All of the theias she came in contact with gave her a wide berth, and if given the chance, some of the Families even tried to hunt her. Knowing nothing about theias and auras, she had no idea why. It was because her aura is clear, invisible, even when she is experiencing high emotion, and only accompanied by the scent of sand blowing in the wind, an inconspicuous smell, easily lost in the stronger perfumes of the city. So the other theias assumed she was a void. After living on the street for three years, her life changed in the most unlikely way. She met Loki Norcross when she was eight and, as children do, they played together. Rialtzo didn't notice the time passing; she had no curfew. But Loki's Family came looking for him as it got dark. When Rialtzo recognized hunters who had tried to kill her before, she fled. They caught her, and seeing no aura assumed she was a void who could have hurt Loki. They were prepared to kill her, until Loki stepped in and stopped them, convicting them that she was a regular theia. When she was brought back to the Norcross house the Godmother pronounced this true, and gave Rialtzo her tattoo, a winged serpent on her back. Rialtzo was raised by the Norcross and trained to become a hunter. Her experience on the streets gave her independence and self-confidence and a hardiness of body that made her a good fit as a hunter. Her powers sealed the deal, she was the perfect weapon in a hunt. Rialtzo’s powers allow her to sense other theias and voids nearby, and to nullify their powers, essentially turning them into regular humans. Because her powers were use useful Rialtzo took part in many more hunts that other third class hunters, earning herself promotions and making it increasing necessary that she be able to fight. Rialtzo wasn’t a warrior, but she was always a survivor and she picked up the necessary skills, learning to become comfortable with a gun in her hand. She became the hunter instead of the prey. More importantly she gained a place, surrounded by friend and family. After he saved her, she and Loki grew up together. Loki was her first friend, and became her closest friend. She gave him council and supported him through his affair with Berlin and Tai, the death of his parents, becoming the godfather and Tai's kidnapping. He and Tai became her family, and later Alastor, Thane and Lyra did as well. They are a close nit group, and as much as Rialtzo would do for the Norcross Family, who she’s pledged her loyally to, she would go to much farther length for those four. Rialtzo, Thane and Alastor became the core of the Family, Loki’s friends and supports, and eventually his lieutenants. Rialtzo is a straightforward person. She has no problem stepping up, but it isn’t power she wants. She want to protect her family. Rialtzo will always fight for her Family. That's one thing that you can always count on, no matter how it may look or how bad it gets, Rialtzo will stand beside the Norcross and her friends. She is a quite person, even inconspicuous at times, but she’s not shy. Rialtzo would not have been able to survive as a godfather, but works well as a lieutenant. Her loyalty cannot be questioned and she handles responsibility well. She’s organized, giving clear orders and keeps her head when she needs to. She’s a softer hand than Thane or Alastor, but not lax. She’s steadfast without being overbearing, and if she pushes her subordinates it’s because she knows they can do it. Rialtzo is very much a pragmatic person. As much as she can, she tries not to let herself get carried away by emotions. She tries to stay calm and reasonable, working around problems or accepting things and moving on. When she has a grudge she’ll be angry, but only loud in private. Rialtzo was never as adventurous as others, she already knows what the world is like out there. She she’d rather play it safe, even if that gets her called a coward. Rialtzo has learned to be a social creature, and with that she struggled with her self image. Its bean a process, trying to teach herself that the opinions and recognition of other people don't need to shape who she is and what she thinks of herself. She was shy when she first came to the families, and easily ignorable, unless somebody wanted something from her. Rialtzo had to grow to the understanding that she knows her own faults and strengths more than anyone else. She has always been critical on herself and others, but over time she's worked to only be critical of the things that are actual faults- like how she needs to apply herself more in training, or speak up more. And she's stopped letting others demean her too. Physically Rialtzo is only average for a theia in the Families. Maybe because of malnutrition as a child, Rialtzo has always been short and of light muscular build. Without strength, her best asset is her speed, and she’s had plenty of practice running away. When she was first taken in to the Norcross she took great pride in becoming plump, but now she works to keep herself fit. In appearances Rialtzo is still fairly average. Her skin is a few shades darker than most of the Norcross, hinting at her Italian roots. Her eyes are dark, their color identifiable as a navy blue, from close up. They have always seemed large in her face, especially when she was a child and skinnier than she should have been. Loki tells her that it makes her look like an owl- but in a good way, he assures. Her hair is fine and wispy. Usually its length is somewhere between shoulder length and a pixy cut. When it’s short it fluffs around her head, so the best length is just long enough to tame by putting it up in a ponytail, but not long enough that it becomes a hassle
Aura code: completely clear (CCCCCC)
Aura scent: very faint scent of sand
Ability: nullifying their powers
Age: 23
Kin: none known
Tattoo: winged serpent on the back of her left shoulder
Rialtzo does not remember anything before she woke up in New Zealand when she was about five years old. Somebody must have taken care of her and taught her what she knew about survival, but her guess is as good as anyone’s. As a child she barely spared it any thought, and by the time she had the resources to find out, she decided she didn’t want to know. She already had a family she loved, by then. Rialtzo’s first three years weren’t easy. She fended for herself on the streets with only occasional help from a local gang of humans. All of the theias she came in contact with gave her a wide berth, and if given the chance, some of the Families even tried to hunt her. Knowing nothing about theias and auras, she had no idea why. It was because her aura is clear, invisible, even when she is experiencing high emotion, and only accompanied by the scent of sand blowing in the wind, an inconspicuous smell, easily lost in the stronger perfumes of the city. So the other theias assumed she was a void. After living on the street for three years, her life changed in the most unlikely way. She met Loki Norcross when she was eight and, as children do, they played together. Rialtzo didn't notice the time passing; she had no curfew. But Loki's Family came looking for him as it got dark. When Rialtzo recognized hunters who had tried to kill her before, she fled. They caught her, and seeing no aura assumed she was a void who could have hurt Loki. They were prepared to kill her, until Loki stepped in and stopped them, convicting them that she was a regular theia. When she was brought back to the Norcross house the Godmother pronounced this true, and gave Rialtzo her tattoo, a winged serpent on her back. Rialtzo was raised by the Norcross and trained to become a hunter. Her experience on the streets gave her independence and self-confidence and a hardiness of body that made her a good fit as a hunter. Her powers sealed the deal, she was the perfect weapon in a hunt. Rialtzo’s powers allow her to sense other theias and voids nearby, and to nullify their powers, essentially turning them into regular humans. Because her powers were use useful Rialtzo took part in many more hunts that other third class hunters, earning herself promotions and making it increasing necessary that she be able to fight. Rialtzo wasn’t a warrior, but she was always a survivor and she picked up the necessary skills, learning to become comfortable with a gun in her hand. She became the hunter instead of the prey. More importantly she gained a place, surrounded by friend and family. After he saved her, she and Loki grew up together. Loki was her first friend, and became her closest friend. She gave him council and supported him through his affair with Berlin and Tai, the death of his parents, becoming the godfather and Tai's kidnapping. He and Tai became her family, and later Alastor, Thane and Lyra did as well. They are a close nit group, and as much as Rialtzo would do for the Norcross Family, who she’s pledged her loyally to, she would go to much farther length for those four. Rialtzo, Thane and Alastor became the core of the Family, Loki’s friends and supports, and eventually his lieutenants. Rialtzo is a straightforward person. She has no problem stepping up, but it isn’t power she wants. She want to protect her family. Rialtzo will always fight for her Family. That's one thing that you can always count on, no matter how it may look or how bad it gets, Rialtzo will stand beside the Norcross and her friends. She is a quite person, even inconspicuous at times, but she’s not shy. Rialtzo would not have been able to survive as a godfather, but works well as a lieutenant. Her loyalty cannot be questioned and she handles responsibility well. She’s organized, giving clear orders and keeps her head when she needs to. She’s a softer hand than Thane or Alastor, but not lax. She’s steadfast without being overbearing, and if she pushes her subordinates it’s because she knows they can do it. Rialtzo is very much a pragmatic person. As much as she can, she tries not to let herself get carried away by emotions. She tries to stay calm and reasonable, working around problems or accepting things and moving on. When she has a grudge she’ll be angry, but only loud in private. Rialtzo was never as adventurous as others, she already knows what the world is like out there. She she’d rather play it safe, even if that gets her called a coward. Rialtzo has learned to be a social creature, and with that she struggled with her self image. Its bean a process, trying to teach herself that the opinions and recognition of other people don't need to shape who she is and what she thinks of herself. She was shy when she first came to the families, and easily ignorable, unless somebody wanted something from her. Rialtzo had to grow to the understanding that she knows her own faults and strengths more than anyone else. She has always been critical on herself and others, but over time she's worked to only be critical of the things that are actual faults- like how she needs to apply herself more in training, or speak up more. And she's stopped letting others demean her too. Physically Rialtzo is only average for a theia in the Families. Maybe because of malnutrition as a child, Rialtzo has always been short and of light muscular build. Without strength, her best asset is her speed, and she’s had plenty of practice running away. When she was first taken in to the Norcross she took great pride in becoming plump, but now she works to keep herself fit. In appearances Rialtzo is still fairly average. Her skin is a few shades darker than most of the Norcross, hinting at her Italian roots. Her eyes are dark, their color identifiable as a navy blue, from close up. They have always seemed large in her face, especially when she was a child and skinnier than she should have been. Loki tells her that it makes her look like an owl- but in a good way, he assures. Her hair is fine and wispy. Usually its length is somewhere between shoulder length and a pixy cut. When it’s short it fluffs around her head, so the best length is just long enough to tame by putting it up in a ponytail, but not long enough that it becomes a hassle
Rosie Tesiel
family member
Aura code: B404AE, a pinkish purple
Aura scent: phosphate
Ability: healing
AgeL 17
Kin: idk
Tattoo: a Rose on the heal of her right foot
Rosie has always been the odd one. At home she’s the one who isn’t a criminal mastermind and at school she’s the one who is. She’s a blend of both worlds and she barely realizes when the traits that she has acquired don’t match her situation. Rosie was raised as a Norcross, but she distanced herself from the Family business as she grew, especially any parts that had to do with blood and pain. Rosie can speed up the healing process exponentially just by touching somebody who’s hurt. If she concentrates she can focus on key things, like closing the hole in a big vein before she mends the skin and muscle. But she has to know what she’s doing for that. Since her power first showed itself and her aunt gave her a tattoo everybody has been pushing her to become a medic. That would have been perfect for her. She could have grown up to be a caretaker and helped her younger siblings, even if she didn’t want to learn to fight or hunt. But Rosie can’t stand the sight of injuries. That one little thing has shaped her life more than anything else. Her family couldn’t believe her. She was a natural born, pre-made healer. They were so used to pain that they couldn’t understand why it made her queasy. And the more they pushed her the worse it got. She started being more freaked out about it until she was having anxiety attack every time she went to the infirmary. Every time she got hurt practicing her family would keep her in the infirmary for hours, trying to teach her how to take care of similar injuries. That just made her anxiety worse, not only was she hurt herself, which was enough to give her a panic attack, she was also in one of the most stressful environments for her. So Rosie stopped doing any activities that could get her hurt, even if she used to enjoy them. Her parents finally conceded but it didn’t take long for her to stop feeling triumphant and start feeling left out. She was jealous of her siblings. When she got in a fight with her younger brother and he beat her thoroughly with skills that she couldn’t remember anymore she decided she was done. Instead of avoiding certain things she started avoiding the family all together. She got herself into a nearby private school (not necessarily the legal way) and started doing normal things. She took up photography and copied popular trends. “Fake it until you make it.” Rosie has no problems lying, she’s had so much practice it comes naturally now. When she was younger she did it to protect herself and her family. She couldn’t tell her friends that she was in the Norcross. As soon as she could, Rosie left the Families all together. She moved to a British boarding school, where she could live mostly in a human society and, make up anything she wanted about her life back home. (She’ll say her school was in London, but it wasn’t. She lies for the exercise of it, and she doesn’t even have to make up a story to lie about that. She’s got the London accent down pat and she’ll make an effort to keep it that way even when she returns to New Zealand.) Rosie flourished. She was beautiful and interesting, making her immediately popular at her school. She made friends, joined a photography club, found a boyfriend and kept up with trends. She could never stand to go to a psychologists to get help for her anxieties so she tried different methods to fix them on her own. It didn’t matter cheesy or embarrassing they were as long as she could lie and cover them up. So she started doing yoga and philosophical things. Eventually her family history caught up with her life, but not in a way she considered bad, necessarily. She started handing out with shadier crowds, where she fit right in, in a strange way. She hit it big when she started dealing in drugs. She was already an accomplished liar, and nobody would suspect Rosie of being criminal. Besides, she didn’t care much if she got caught. Compared to her home town, the humans 'lords' of the underground of Kingston were easy to deal with. And she could never bring herself to be worried about cops. Rosie is in her own little world, like every teenager is at one point, and she has yet to outgrow it. She’s not as perceptive or empathetic as she could be if she tried, and she can be cynical, especially about bigger problems that she’s removed from. She focuses on the little things, for better or worse. She can be a drama queen about it. Like any teenager she can be moody, but she has enough cause to be happy and satisfied. She’s comfortable and confident in herself and she can adapt well. If she didn’t have anxiety problems she would have been a good medic. She’s motivated enough, and caring enough. Even as a criminal, she was always the mother hen of the group, lying to keep them out of trouble, and making sure nobody ever overdosed. Rosie is a pretty good looking girl, if she does say so herself. And she’s got a good fashion sense. Her eyes are a warm amber brown, lighter than most brown eyes. Rosie like them, they are interesting eyes. Even with the glasses, which she switches out for contacts when she can. Her hair is a warm brown color and long enough to stay behind her shoulders when she brushes it back. She bleached it blond in Britain, but it’s grown out enough that just the tips are a lighter color now. She played sports at her boarding school, and she’s ended up running a lot, for excursive, or to escape. She’s athletic enough, but couldn’t be considered all that strong. Especially compared to the trained fighters and hunters in her Family. She’s a fairly average height and build, standing 5’6 and weighting around 130 pounds. Rosie wasn’t much of a fighter anyway. She remembers just enough judo, form her childhood, to defend herself if need be, but she really dislikes hurting people with her hand or feet, not for moral reasons, just because it could trigger her anxiety. Tasers or guns are always a more appealing option.
Aura code: B404AE, a pinkish purple
Aura scent: phosphate
Ability: healing
AgeL 17
Kin: idk
Tattoo: a Rose on the heal of her right foot
Rosie has always been the odd one. At home she’s the one who isn’t a criminal mastermind and at school she’s the one who is. She’s a blend of both worlds and she barely realizes when the traits that she has acquired don’t match her situation. Rosie was raised as a Norcross, but she distanced herself from the Family business as she grew, especially any parts that had to do with blood and pain. Rosie can speed up the healing process exponentially just by touching somebody who’s hurt. If she concentrates she can focus on key things, like closing the hole in a big vein before she mends the skin and muscle. But she has to know what she’s doing for that. Since her power first showed itself and her aunt gave her a tattoo everybody has been pushing her to become a medic. That would have been perfect for her. She could have grown up to be a caretaker and helped her younger siblings, even if she didn’t want to learn to fight or hunt. But Rosie can’t stand the sight of injuries. That one little thing has shaped her life more than anything else. Her family couldn’t believe her. She was a natural born, pre-made healer. They were so used to pain that they couldn’t understand why it made her queasy. And the more they pushed her the worse it got. She started being more freaked out about it until she was having anxiety attack every time she went to the infirmary. Every time she got hurt practicing her family would keep her in the infirmary for hours, trying to teach her how to take care of similar injuries. That just made her anxiety worse, not only was she hurt herself, which was enough to give her a panic attack, she was also in one of the most stressful environments for her. So Rosie stopped doing any activities that could get her hurt, even if she used to enjoy them. Her parents finally conceded but it didn’t take long for her to stop feeling triumphant and start feeling left out. She was jealous of her siblings. When she got in a fight with her younger brother and he beat her thoroughly with skills that she couldn’t remember anymore she decided she was done. Instead of avoiding certain things she started avoiding the family all together. She got herself into a nearby private school (not necessarily the legal way) and started doing normal things. She took up photography and copied popular trends. “Fake it until you make it.” Rosie has no problems lying, she’s had so much practice it comes naturally now. When she was younger she did it to protect herself and her family. She couldn’t tell her friends that she was in the Norcross. As soon as she could, Rosie left the Families all together. She moved to a British boarding school, where she could live mostly in a human society and, make up anything she wanted about her life back home. (She’ll say her school was in London, but it wasn’t. She lies for the exercise of it, and she doesn’t even have to make up a story to lie about that. She’s got the London accent down pat and she’ll make an effort to keep it that way even when she returns to New Zealand.) Rosie flourished. She was beautiful and interesting, making her immediately popular at her school. She made friends, joined a photography club, found a boyfriend and kept up with trends. She could never stand to go to a psychologists to get help for her anxieties so she tried different methods to fix them on her own. It didn’t matter cheesy or embarrassing they were as long as she could lie and cover them up. So she started doing yoga and philosophical things. Eventually her family history caught up with her life, but not in a way she considered bad, necessarily. She started handing out with shadier crowds, where she fit right in, in a strange way. She hit it big when she started dealing in drugs. She was already an accomplished liar, and nobody would suspect Rosie of being criminal. Besides, she didn’t care much if she got caught. Compared to her home town, the humans 'lords' of the underground of Kingston were easy to deal with. And she could never bring herself to be worried about cops. Rosie is in her own little world, like every teenager is at one point, and she has yet to outgrow it. She’s not as perceptive or empathetic as she could be if she tried, and she can be cynical, especially about bigger problems that she’s removed from. She focuses on the little things, for better or worse. She can be a drama queen about it. Like any teenager she can be moody, but she has enough cause to be happy and satisfied. She’s comfortable and confident in herself and she can adapt well. If she didn’t have anxiety problems she would have been a good medic. She’s motivated enough, and caring enough. Even as a criminal, she was always the mother hen of the group, lying to keep them out of trouble, and making sure nobody ever overdosed. Rosie is a pretty good looking girl, if she does say so herself. And she’s got a good fashion sense. Her eyes are a warm amber brown, lighter than most brown eyes. Rosie like them, they are interesting eyes. Even with the glasses, which she switches out for contacts when she can. Her hair is a warm brown color and long enough to stay behind her shoulders when she brushes it back. She bleached it blond in Britain, but it’s grown out enough that just the tips are a lighter color now. She played sports at her boarding school, and she’s ended up running a lot, for excursive, or to escape. She’s athletic enough, but couldn’t be considered all that strong. Especially compared to the trained fighters and hunters in her Family. She’s a fairly average height and build, standing 5’6 and weighting around 130 pounds. Rosie wasn’t much of a fighter anyway. She remembers just enough judo, form her childhood, to defend herself if need be, but she really dislikes hurting people with her hand or feet, not for moral reasons, just because it could trigger her anxiety. Tasers or guns are always a more appealing option.
Gaedi Kwan
Aura: Bronze red (994411) smells like smoke
Tattoo: black band around his right wrist
Ability; to absorb energy from an outside power-source and use it to his own means.
Kin: Heyoung Kwan (Mother, diseased)
Age: 18
What is it that you think of when you think of a monster? Is it just their foul deeds, or is the cruel smile they wear as the hurt and destroy? And what if that smile isn't meant, can you be a monster sometimes, and a regular boy the rest of the time? Maybe each person should be judged for themselves. Each person's story should be listened too, even a monster, if that is what we can call him. You wouldn't know it to look Gaedi Kwan. His appearance reveals nothing of what's inside him. Outwardly he looked innocent and childish, even when he first came to the city of the Theais. Since then he's grown a lot, his height catching up and making him taller than average, instead of shorter than average, for a Korean. Its still possible to mistake him for being younger than he is, because he's retained his fine stature, but Gaedi not quite so petit anymore. His skin is creamy and smooth, except where it is puckered with scar tissue. His light complexion throws his eyes into sharp relief. Unlike most of his countrymen they are dark green- a tribute to a father he never met. They are the first clue of the monster; flat and dull, they look as if the life left them when his mother died. The only emotions they showed for a long time were his anger, or apathy. Now they are softer, a little bit warmer. When Gaedi was still happy they shone like two little lights. His mother used to tell him how beautiful they were every day. His hair is dark brown black with a few streaks of orange in it, from when he used to die it. Its feathery and soft looking, always ruffled up into spikes by the wind. Apart from dying his hair, he never payed it much attention, so it's often long and messy. He's cute, soft looking. If he had wanted he could have been a child actor, but that probably never crossed his mind. Gaedi's slight stature makes people underestimate him, but he can pack a punch. Physically he is pretty average for someone his size. He dislikes doing grunt work, and will try to find a way around it. So compared to some of the family members or other Theias who have been working or training all their lives, he is not that strong. He was never the kind of person who would solve something with brute force anyway. But as a child, until he was nearly thirteen he took martial arts classes. Though he didn't practice for a while, he remembered enough to put up a good fight. And once he joined the Ravenscroft he started up again. He knows how to use his own attributes so his lack of brute strength isn't debilitating. But that is not what makes him deadly; Gaedi has the element of surprise, his has his own smarts, and most of all, he has his powers as a theia. His power is what makes a monster off a normal boy. Simply put, he has the power to absorb energy into his body and use it for his own means. But there isn't anything simple about it, or what came with it. He can suck the force out of a hurricane and use it to destroy a city block. If he's on his guard, not much can hurt him, anything else he can absorb when or before it hits him. Gaedi can absorb energy, in the form of electricity, heat, radiation, or movement. He can suck out a person's soul and absorb it like a void. It sounds almost too powerful, and it is. Gaedi cannot control it, he doesn't even try. With his power comes the monster. It only ever brings bad and destruction. Gaedi used to fight to keep it away from him, pushing it away inside his own body. It terrified him and he still hates it. Because with it, his power brings bloodthirsty, uncontrollable rage; it turns him into a merciless killer. Every time he was in danger or angry his power would activate and take him over, turning Gaedi into a different person. He can't use his powers without becoming that other person. It's almost like Gaedi is schizophrenic and there are two people living inside his mind, a normal boy and a madman with terrible powers. After his powers first activated he wanted nothing to do with it, he never wanted it to activate again. He had this huge power that he could never use for himself, or for good. It could only be used to cause pain and destruction for him and for people that he had never even met. Before his power showed itself, Gaedi's life was normal. His mother was single, but she worked as a lawyer so they always had enough money. Gaedi was just a normal, happy kid. He liked raspberry snow-cones. Until one night he came home late from a friend's house. He and his mom had a big fight, and his powers activated. After that he didn't know what he was doing. Every light bulb in their apartment broke and the electricity went out in their whole apartment building. The temperature plummeted as Gaedi sucked the heat out of the air. He killed his mothers boyfriend first, as he came home from work. When all their windows shattered a neighbor came over to investigate. He got there in time to see innocent looking Gaedi covered in blood, a knife in his hand and sparks crawling over his skin as he ate his mother's soul. She screamed once and then her body collapsed, looking hollow, broken, more than dead. Then Gaedi rounded on the man. He hurled the knife and a bolt to electricity at the same time, stopping his heart before he had time to bleed to death. Then, without a chance to fully wake up and realize when he had done Gaedi collapsed. The police found him sleeping almost peacefully in the middle of a bloody, destroyed apartment, the scene of a triple murder. Somehow the police could find no evidence against Gaedi so they released him. Nine-year-old Gaedi couldn't take it, so he suppressed his memories, forgetting about almost everything. He forced himself to forget how his mother had died and what he could do. All that he was left with was the lingering horror and grief and the instinct to lie low and isolate himself. Somehow, subconsciously he realized that if he attracted attention the police might reinvestigate and charge him with murder, or if they found him living on his own they might stick him in the foster system, just giving him the chance to hurt more people. After Gaedi was released by the police he had nowhere to go. His apartment was destroyed and the manager wouldn't have let him come back even if he did have money. Gaedi found a home and a job with Kanjae, an old friend of his mothers. She was the owner of a restaurant and she took him in, in exchange for work. Gaedi lived with her and worked as a delivery boy, but he didn't neglect his studies. Instead he threw himself into his schoolwork in an effort to distract himself. For five years Gaedi lived like that. He didn't have any friends; he only talked to reply to customers or teachers. But his hard work did pay off in some aspects. He hardly had time to think about his mother or anything else, Gaedi was the top student in his class and all of Kanjae's customers spoke highly of him. Then, a few months before his fifteenth birthday Gaedi stopped suppressing his memory. It wasn't a conscious thing, one night he heard an old report on his mother's death and everything came back to him. His memory as a whole improved. Gaedi had been suppressing his whole memory, and he hadn't realized it because he couldn't remember his memory being better before, and despite having horrible memory Gaedi was still the top student in his class. But when everything came back he abandoned his school and his job, leaving only a note to Kanjae. Gaedi didn't know what to do with himself, he just knew he had to get out, get away from his memories. He fled to America, searching desperately for something to get rid of his power, to get it out of him. He was lost, alone in a huge world and removed from it by pain and fear and anger and grief. For nearly a year he wandered, surviving by thievery and trickery, until he heard of the theias in New Zealand. They became his only hope. These people knew what they were, what it meant to be a theia, to see souls and have powers. If anybody could get rid of his power, it would be them. If they didn't kill him first. Gaedi was 'taken in' by Angel Ravesncroft, who used his power to force Gaedi into controlling his own power. He never learned how to truly control his power, but with the help of a tattoo- a slim black band around his right wrist- Gaedi learned to stop his power from ever activating. Slowly he became part of the Family. Gaedi is not a social person, after his mother death he shut himself off, and forgot how really interact. Gaedi says close to Angel, the Godfather with who he's made a precariously balanced 'deal' of allegiance. Angel has tortured him and saved him and he's one of the few people Gaedi really knows anything about and one of the few people who knows Gaedi.Over the years Gaedi has matured and become more responsible. He's more self-assured, less scared of his power now, and more powerful because he has finally been able to move on. Gaedi continued his training in martial arts and could be a black or brown belt by now. He's has had to relearn how to live with people, and though he will never be a people person, he is much better than he has ever been. Sure, as little kid he had friends, but when he pulled away from the rest of the world, he lost them. Gaedi really changed after his mother's death. He became apathetic and cold. Only when he had is 'workface' on was he anything but grumpy. When Gaedi used to work for Kanjae everybody though he was an adorable little gentleman. He was curious and polite and nice. It was just on the surface, but his smile seamed to light up his whole face, turning back the clock to when he was nine again. Otherwise, he didn't care. He trained himself not to care, but he wasn't a naturally mean person. He justified it by thinking that he was staying away from people for their own good. Inside he never stopped grieving for everything he'd lost, including his own way of life. And he was lonely. It hit him hard to grow up so fast and go from being a normal, happy loved little boy to a hermit. Now he's on his way to mending. He may never be whole and right, but Gaedi isn't a bad person, he's just a broken one. He doesn't enjoy others pain, he's not a bully. He's not a monster. Is that what you think of when you see him?
Tattoo: black band around his right wrist
Ability; to absorb energy from an outside power-source and use it to his own means.
Kin: Heyoung Kwan (Mother, diseased)
Age: 18
What is it that you think of when you think of a monster? Is it just their foul deeds, or is the cruel smile they wear as the hurt and destroy? And what if that smile isn't meant, can you be a monster sometimes, and a regular boy the rest of the time? Maybe each person should be judged for themselves. Each person's story should be listened too, even a monster, if that is what we can call him. You wouldn't know it to look Gaedi Kwan. His appearance reveals nothing of what's inside him. Outwardly he looked innocent and childish, even when he first came to the city of the Theais. Since then he's grown a lot, his height catching up and making him taller than average, instead of shorter than average, for a Korean. Its still possible to mistake him for being younger than he is, because he's retained his fine stature, but Gaedi not quite so petit anymore. His skin is creamy and smooth, except where it is puckered with scar tissue. His light complexion throws his eyes into sharp relief. Unlike most of his countrymen they are dark green- a tribute to a father he never met. They are the first clue of the monster; flat and dull, they look as if the life left them when his mother died. The only emotions they showed for a long time were his anger, or apathy. Now they are softer, a little bit warmer. When Gaedi was still happy they shone like two little lights. His mother used to tell him how beautiful they were every day. His hair is dark brown black with a few streaks of orange in it, from when he used to die it. Its feathery and soft looking, always ruffled up into spikes by the wind. Apart from dying his hair, he never payed it much attention, so it's often long and messy. He's cute, soft looking. If he had wanted he could have been a child actor, but that probably never crossed his mind. Gaedi's slight stature makes people underestimate him, but he can pack a punch. Physically he is pretty average for someone his size. He dislikes doing grunt work, and will try to find a way around it. So compared to some of the family members or other Theias who have been working or training all their lives, he is not that strong. He was never the kind of person who would solve something with brute force anyway. But as a child, until he was nearly thirteen he took martial arts classes. Though he didn't practice for a while, he remembered enough to put up a good fight. And once he joined the Ravenscroft he started up again. He knows how to use his own attributes so his lack of brute strength isn't debilitating. But that is not what makes him deadly; Gaedi has the element of surprise, his has his own smarts, and most of all, he has his powers as a theia. His power is what makes a monster off a normal boy. Simply put, he has the power to absorb energy into his body and use it for his own means. But there isn't anything simple about it, or what came with it. He can suck the force out of a hurricane and use it to destroy a city block. If he's on his guard, not much can hurt him, anything else he can absorb when or before it hits him. Gaedi can absorb energy, in the form of electricity, heat, radiation, or movement. He can suck out a person's soul and absorb it like a void. It sounds almost too powerful, and it is. Gaedi cannot control it, he doesn't even try. With his power comes the monster. It only ever brings bad and destruction. Gaedi used to fight to keep it away from him, pushing it away inside his own body. It terrified him and he still hates it. Because with it, his power brings bloodthirsty, uncontrollable rage; it turns him into a merciless killer. Every time he was in danger or angry his power would activate and take him over, turning Gaedi into a different person. He can't use his powers without becoming that other person. It's almost like Gaedi is schizophrenic and there are two people living inside his mind, a normal boy and a madman with terrible powers. After his powers first activated he wanted nothing to do with it, he never wanted it to activate again. He had this huge power that he could never use for himself, or for good. It could only be used to cause pain and destruction for him and for people that he had never even met. Before his power showed itself, Gaedi's life was normal. His mother was single, but she worked as a lawyer so they always had enough money. Gaedi was just a normal, happy kid. He liked raspberry snow-cones. Until one night he came home late from a friend's house. He and his mom had a big fight, and his powers activated. After that he didn't know what he was doing. Every light bulb in their apartment broke and the electricity went out in their whole apartment building. The temperature plummeted as Gaedi sucked the heat out of the air. He killed his mothers boyfriend first, as he came home from work. When all their windows shattered a neighbor came over to investigate. He got there in time to see innocent looking Gaedi covered in blood, a knife in his hand and sparks crawling over his skin as he ate his mother's soul. She screamed once and then her body collapsed, looking hollow, broken, more than dead. Then Gaedi rounded on the man. He hurled the knife and a bolt to electricity at the same time, stopping his heart before he had time to bleed to death. Then, without a chance to fully wake up and realize when he had done Gaedi collapsed. The police found him sleeping almost peacefully in the middle of a bloody, destroyed apartment, the scene of a triple murder. Somehow the police could find no evidence against Gaedi so they released him. Nine-year-old Gaedi couldn't take it, so he suppressed his memories, forgetting about almost everything. He forced himself to forget how his mother had died and what he could do. All that he was left with was the lingering horror and grief and the instinct to lie low and isolate himself. Somehow, subconsciously he realized that if he attracted attention the police might reinvestigate and charge him with murder, or if they found him living on his own they might stick him in the foster system, just giving him the chance to hurt more people. After Gaedi was released by the police he had nowhere to go. His apartment was destroyed and the manager wouldn't have let him come back even if he did have money. Gaedi found a home and a job with Kanjae, an old friend of his mothers. She was the owner of a restaurant and she took him in, in exchange for work. Gaedi lived with her and worked as a delivery boy, but he didn't neglect his studies. Instead he threw himself into his schoolwork in an effort to distract himself. For five years Gaedi lived like that. He didn't have any friends; he only talked to reply to customers or teachers. But his hard work did pay off in some aspects. He hardly had time to think about his mother or anything else, Gaedi was the top student in his class and all of Kanjae's customers spoke highly of him. Then, a few months before his fifteenth birthday Gaedi stopped suppressing his memory. It wasn't a conscious thing, one night he heard an old report on his mother's death and everything came back to him. His memory as a whole improved. Gaedi had been suppressing his whole memory, and he hadn't realized it because he couldn't remember his memory being better before, and despite having horrible memory Gaedi was still the top student in his class. But when everything came back he abandoned his school and his job, leaving only a note to Kanjae. Gaedi didn't know what to do with himself, he just knew he had to get out, get away from his memories. He fled to America, searching desperately for something to get rid of his power, to get it out of him. He was lost, alone in a huge world and removed from it by pain and fear and anger and grief. For nearly a year he wandered, surviving by thievery and trickery, until he heard of the theias in New Zealand. They became his only hope. These people knew what they were, what it meant to be a theia, to see souls and have powers. If anybody could get rid of his power, it would be them. If they didn't kill him first. Gaedi was 'taken in' by Angel Ravesncroft, who used his power to force Gaedi into controlling his own power. He never learned how to truly control his power, but with the help of a tattoo- a slim black band around his right wrist- Gaedi learned to stop his power from ever activating. Slowly he became part of the Family. Gaedi is not a social person, after his mother death he shut himself off, and forgot how really interact. Gaedi says close to Angel, the Godfather with who he's made a precariously balanced 'deal' of allegiance. Angel has tortured him and saved him and he's one of the few people Gaedi really knows anything about and one of the few people who knows Gaedi.Over the years Gaedi has matured and become more responsible. He's more self-assured, less scared of his power now, and more powerful because he has finally been able to move on. Gaedi continued his training in martial arts and could be a black or brown belt by now. He's has had to relearn how to live with people, and though he will never be a people person, he is much better than he has ever been. Sure, as little kid he had friends, but when he pulled away from the rest of the world, he lost them. Gaedi really changed after his mother's death. He became apathetic and cold. Only when he had is 'workface' on was he anything but grumpy. When Gaedi used to work for Kanjae everybody though he was an adorable little gentleman. He was curious and polite and nice. It was just on the surface, but his smile seamed to light up his whole face, turning back the clock to when he was nine again. Otherwise, he didn't care. He trained himself not to care, but he wasn't a naturally mean person. He justified it by thinking that he was staying away from people for their own good. Inside he never stopped grieving for everything he'd lost, including his own way of life. And he was lonely. It hit him hard to grow up so fast and go from being a normal, happy loved little boy to a hermit. Now he's on his way to mending. He may never be whole and right, but Gaedi isn't a bad person, he's just a broken one. He doesn't enjoy others pain, he's not a bully. He's not a monster. Is that what you think of when you see him?
Shouichirou Yue Sakayama
Godfather of the Sakayama Family
Aura code: DF0101, a scarlet red, brighter than blood,
Aura scent: sticky sweet, like cough syrup
Tattoo: circle design on his shoulder
Ability: controlling bio-electric impulses in other living beings.
Kin:
Age: 28
Shouichirou Sakayama knew he was destined for great things from the beginning. He grew up the “chosen one”, the first in line, the little prince. He was beautiful and interesting, mysterious in ways; a perfect idol for the Sakayamas. The Sakayama family is old noble blood, and they’ve never forgotten it. Even in the middle of crime and death, they demand honor and elegance. They are deadly beauty. And Shouichirou is the impersonation of that. He is their king, sitting on his thrown with the power of fate wrapped around his hands, deadly and beautiful. Shou was never sheltered, from a young age he was taught how to fight and how to lead. Just as importantly he was taught how to use his power, and given his tattoo, crossbones over his left eye. Shou can control bioelectric imposes which means he can control people. He can control their hearts and nerves and brains. He can stop someone’s heart or paralyze them or put them in agonizing pain or do a million other things. And he was traine din physical combat as well. He’s shortish, a whole three inches shorter than Rin, and he doesn’t build muscle mass like Rin can. He can’t be considered weak though, he stays lanky and elegant, despite his height. And he makes up for being small with his presence. Shou is brilliant and colorful, even if he wasn’t beautiful as he is he’d turn heads. But he is beautiful, and he knows it. His eyes are a startling green, their color coming from his European mother. His features are a combination fine his father’s fine Japanese features and his mother’s stronger features. And they are expressive. He can go from overjoyed to mischievous to furious and each one of his emotions can affect the whole room. Shou isn’t one to hide his emotions. If he’s sad he makes sure everyone knows, when he’s happy he wants everyone to be happy with him and if something makes him angry then they’ll deal with the consequences right then and there. Shou knows the impact he makes on others and it makes him preening and vain and meticulous about his appearance. He can spend an hour doing his hair and dressing himself, and he’s always got jewelry; rings or neckless, and his earing. His fashion sense is a little bit questionable, but who’s going to bring that up to the Godfather? Especially as temperamental as he can be. As a child Shou kept his hair long, but in one of his first fights his hair was cut off. His retribution was bloody, and he got a surprising amount of it in his hair. When he restyled his hair short, he also died it a bright red as a final victory. He would be just as beautiful as before with short hair, colored with the blood of his enemies. In many ways Shou is impulsive, but once something has earned his hate he does not forget and he does not forgive. And so, his hair remains the same bright red thirteen years later. The original statement fades, but at this point he could not imagine himself any differently. His red hair is just as much a part of his as his red aura. It matches is eccentric temperament. Red is obviously Shou's color, except he only like blue raspberry snow-cones. Shou was raised to be a king, and he’s not bad at his job, but sometime he needs his family to make sure that his dramatic flair and flighty nature don’t get in the way. It’s a good thing that he’s in charge of things more generally, because he’s good at keeping everything straight, and advising, but he’s less organized when it comes to making his one specific plans. He ends up scrapping them half way through, or just making them up on the fly for the beginning. He’s gotten quite good at it from years of practice, and most of the time his plots somehow seam to work, but it can be frustrating for those involved. His best and most used plan is just to kill everybody and make the whole problem go away. He also refuses to factor who he’s dealing with into his decision, and instead acts on his whims. He might poison a business associate just to see the expression on their face when he tells them. And then he might give them the antidote, or he might not. Conversely, sometimes he takes a liking to someone; a business partner, or even rival, because he like their hair, or how they act amuses him, or they have any interesting backstory. He’ll confuse them with his favors, then pout to no end if they betray or take advantage of him, and Nade or Rin give the order to kill them. Shou refused to be sorry for his eccentricities. He can be quite hypocrite about it too. If Rin or Nade accidentally poisons someone with a bottle that he left out then he’ll chastise them for not being careful, or he’ll yell at Rin for killing someone unnecessarily, even though Shou might have done the same thing himself. Despite that all, Shou does take his job seriously, and he will always take responsibility for his Family and their protection. Trying to hurt one of his Family members, especially one of his loved ones is the type of thing that will earn a person his hatred for the rest of their life. And that is not a position someone wants to be in because if he wants someone dead, it’s only a matter of time. Shou can be absolutely rootless and cruel. Blood and death don’t bother him. Either it’s someone he cares about and he’ll give everything to protect them, or he doesn’t care and he’d just soon kill them as look at them. There’s very little middle ground. With that in mind, Shou doesn’t seem like the family man, but he actually can be very affectionate, to the point of being overprotective sometimes. Shou can hardly ever be found without at least of his closest friends, Nadeshiko, Rin or even Len, because they are his advisers as well has his family. And he may not spend as much time with his children or his younger siblings, but he loves them just as much. He’s so proud of them, and he’ll never miss a chance to brag about his kids, or Len to anyone who’ll listen. Shouichirou Sakayam can be quite a character, but all in all he’s done well with his life. He grew up a powerful little prince, with his two best friends. His first and best friend was Nadeshiko, and Rin made them the perfect trio. He was solid, in comparison to their impulsiveness. Shou’s two companions only made him stronger, with their influence and power added to his own, there was nothing they couldn’t to. And his family did not hesitate to use that power. He was exposed to everything, violence, crime and all the strange ways the Sakayama family works. He began fighting when he was ten, and was made Vanguard when he was fifteen. It was not supposed to be so much a heavy responsibility as an extension of his training, and it was a good thing that he had the training. He took full responsibility for the position when we was seventeen, and married Nadeshiko when he was eighteen. They were young, but nobody could dispute how close they were, and there was no way that would change. Shou’s love for Nade is not romantic, but he would still do anything for her. A year after their marriage tragedy struck. A rival family attacked and they declared war. Shou’s parents were killed at the Sakayamas were defeated. Shou was left to pick up the pieces, and he almost failed, His anger got the better of his and he attacked in revenge and almost died. He swore that he would wait, as painful as that would be, and he would make the Sakayama house as powerful at his had ever been, and then he would attack and have his retribution. And he held to his word.
Aura code: DF0101, a scarlet red, brighter than blood,
Aura scent: sticky sweet, like cough syrup
Tattoo: circle design on his shoulder
Ability: controlling bio-electric impulses in other living beings.
Kin:
Age: 28
Shouichirou Sakayama knew he was destined for great things from the beginning. He grew up the “chosen one”, the first in line, the little prince. He was beautiful and interesting, mysterious in ways; a perfect idol for the Sakayamas. The Sakayama family is old noble blood, and they’ve never forgotten it. Even in the middle of crime and death, they demand honor and elegance. They are deadly beauty. And Shouichirou is the impersonation of that. He is their king, sitting on his thrown with the power of fate wrapped around his hands, deadly and beautiful. Shou was never sheltered, from a young age he was taught how to fight and how to lead. Just as importantly he was taught how to use his power, and given his tattoo, crossbones over his left eye. Shou can control bioelectric imposes which means he can control people. He can control their hearts and nerves and brains. He can stop someone’s heart or paralyze them or put them in agonizing pain or do a million other things. And he was traine din physical combat as well. He’s shortish, a whole three inches shorter than Rin, and he doesn’t build muscle mass like Rin can. He can’t be considered weak though, he stays lanky and elegant, despite his height. And he makes up for being small with his presence. Shou is brilliant and colorful, even if he wasn’t beautiful as he is he’d turn heads. But he is beautiful, and he knows it. His eyes are a startling green, their color coming from his European mother. His features are a combination fine his father’s fine Japanese features and his mother’s stronger features. And they are expressive. He can go from overjoyed to mischievous to furious and each one of his emotions can affect the whole room. Shou isn’t one to hide his emotions. If he’s sad he makes sure everyone knows, when he’s happy he wants everyone to be happy with him and if something makes him angry then they’ll deal with the consequences right then and there. Shou knows the impact he makes on others and it makes him preening and vain and meticulous about his appearance. He can spend an hour doing his hair and dressing himself, and he’s always got jewelry; rings or neckless, and his earing. His fashion sense is a little bit questionable, but who’s going to bring that up to the Godfather? Especially as temperamental as he can be. As a child Shou kept his hair long, but in one of his first fights his hair was cut off. His retribution was bloody, and he got a surprising amount of it in his hair. When he restyled his hair short, he also died it a bright red as a final victory. He would be just as beautiful as before with short hair, colored with the blood of his enemies. In many ways Shou is impulsive, but once something has earned his hate he does not forget and he does not forgive. And so, his hair remains the same bright red thirteen years later. The original statement fades, but at this point he could not imagine himself any differently. His red hair is just as much a part of his as his red aura. It matches is eccentric temperament. Red is obviously Shou's color, except he only like blue raspberry snow-cones. Shou was raised to be a king, and he’s not bad at his job, but sometime he needs his family to make sure that his dramatic flair and flighty nature don’t get in the way. It’s a good thing that he’s in charge of things more generally, because he’s good at keeping everything straight, and advising, but he’s less organized when it comes to making his one specific plans. He ends up scrapping them half way through, or just making them up on the fly for the beginning. He’s gotten quite good at it from years of practice, and most of the time his plots somehow seam to work, but it can be frustrating for those involved. His best and most used plan is just to kill everybody and make the whole problem go away. He also refuses to factor who he’s dealing with into his decision, and instead acts on his whims. He might poison a business associate just to see the expression on their face when he tells them. And then he might give them the antidote, or he might not. Conversely, sometimes he takes a liking to someone; a business partner, or even rival, because he like their hair, or how they act amuses him, or they have any interesting backstory. He’ll confuse them with his favors, then pout to no end if they betray or take advantage of him, and Nade or Rin give the order to kill them. Shou refused to be sorry for his eccentricities. He can be quite hypocrite about it too. If Rin or Nade accidentally poisons someone with a bottle that he left out then he’ll chastise them for not being careful, or he’ll yell at Rin for killing someone unnecessarily, even though Shou might have done the same thing himself. Despite that all, Shou does take his job seriously, and he will always take responsibility for his Family and their protection. Trying to hurt one of his Family members, especially one of his loved ones is the type of thing that will earn a person his hatred for the rest of their life. And that is not a position someone wants to be in because if he wants someone dead, it’s only a matter of time. Shou can be absolutely rootless and cruel. Blood and death don’t bother him. Either it’s someone he cares about and he’ll give everything to protect them, or he doesn’t care and he’d just soon kill them as look at them. There’s very little middle ground. With that in mind, Shou doesn’t seem like the family man, but he actually can be very affectionate, to the point of being overprotective sometimes. Shou can hardly ever be found without at least of his closest friends, Nadeshiko, Rin or even Len, because they are his advisers as well has his family. And he may not spend as much time with his children or his younger siblings, but he loves them just as much. He’s so proud of them, and he’ll never miss a chance to brag about his kids, or Len to anyone who’ll listen. Shouichirou Sakayam can be quite a character, but all in all he’s done well with his life. He grew up a powerful little prince, with his two best friends. His first and best friend was Nadeshiko, and Rin made them the perfect trio. He was solid, in comparison to their impulsiveness. Shou’s two companions only made him stronger, with their influence and power added to his own, there was nothing they couldn’t to. And his family did not hesitate to use that power. He was exposed to everything, violence, crime and all the strange ways the Sakayama family works. He began fighting when he was ten, and was made Vanguard when he was fifteen. It was not supposed to be so much a heavy responsibility as an extension of his training, and it was a good thing that he had the training. He took full responsibility for the position when we was seventeen, and married Nadeshiko when he was eighteen. They were young, but nobody could dispute how close they were, and there was no way that would change. Shou’s love for Nade is not romantic, but he would still do anything for her. A year after their marriage tragedy struck. A rival family attacked and they declared war. Shou’s parents were killed at the Sakayamas were defeated. Shou was left to pick up the pieces, and he almost failed, His anger got the better of his and he attacked in revenge and almost died. He swore that he would wait, as painful as that would be, and he would make the Sakayama house as powerful at his had ever been, and then he would attack and have his retribution. And he held to his word.
Taiyo Okimura
Aura code: FFF8000, a sparkling gold
Sura scent: silver
Ability: Copying abilities (not powers)
Age: 24
Tattoo: tiger on his bicep
Kin: idek
Taiyo has a lot of energy. He always has to be doing something, and preferably something physical. Sports and fighting are two of his favorite activities because he's fiercely competitive, and he’s good at it. Like really good. His theia power allows him to master most any given activity in a short time, as long as he’s being taught by somebody good. And he can pick up any special skills his opponent has and used them against him. He’s gotten used to winning, and it makes him cocky. His inflated ego makes him even more confident that he’d normally be. He’s a total extrovert, drinking in the energy of other people and making jokes and generally enjoying it all. He’s friendly and outgoing and amusing, and being cute doesn’t hurt, so Taiyo has no trouble making friends. As confident as he is, Taiyo ignores the fact that he could possibly be wrong and he doesn’t care what other people think. Most of the time he forgets to worry about it. One of his favorite pastimes is making his friends embarrassed in public. If he wants to go talk to someone who he thinks looks really cool, he’s drag them along and march right up to them, no matter who the person is. Taiyo is open to anything, his favorites are always strawberry snow-cones, though. He’s also the friend that can make an innuendo out of everything. And telling him, “People can hear” will just make him yell whatever inappropriate comment he’s about to make even louder. And he doesn’t even try to hide his nerdyness. When he’s not beating people Taiyo puts his energy into fanboying, or just generally being loud and energetic and annoying his friends. A lot of things amuse Taiyo and once he’s interesting, it becomes an obsession until he’s learned everything he can. If he doesn't like somebody or appreciate something though, instead of being negative about it he'll be sarcastically excited. The problem is that he reacts with near perfect sarcasm, so it’s almost impossible to tell if he’s being serious or not. Taiyo doesn’t even really mean to do it, but he has complete control of his expression. It’s a skill he picked up along the way, and it makes him a wonderful actor. But it also means that his friends are always kept guessing about how sincere he is. His acting abilities are a great source of confidence because, while there’s not much he’s afraid to do, there are a few things that he wouldn’t want his friend to see. Like if he was really upset, for example. Taiyo would go to his best friends, if he needed support, but he wouldn't want the rest of the group to know. He thinks he can’t do his “job” if his friends see him sad. And he think his job is to support everybody else and make sure they’re happy. He dislikes seeing other people sad, and unnecessary drama gets on his nerves. He doesn’t exactly know how to cheer people up, but by a combination of just generally being amusing and distracting and giving hugs he somehow manages to cheer people up. His general tactic is “cheer up friend, look how cool this is. Look how cool I am. Don’t be sad, I’m here!” Taiyo grew up in the Sakayama families, and when we was first brought to live at the house he was a little overwhelmed. It didn’t help that his parents were gone a lot, but he had his cousin Toru to keep him company, and he soon made friends. With his skills he's become an integral soldier,so he runs a lot of missions, which means he’s seen a lot of violence. At first it freaked him out and he isolated himself and turned grumpy, but he eventually became acclimated to it, which in his case was a good thing. On a mission he becomes just as focused as when he’s competing, or when he’s found something new to obsess over. As frivolous as he might seem in his free time, Taiyo has no problem buckling down and getting the job done, whatever might be required of him. Taiyo has the common Japanese stature, making him on the short side, compared the European men. But he’s is strong and fast and his form is just as good as somebody who’s spent exponentially longer training. His small stature almost enhances his energetic presence. Taiyo certainly isn’t hard to look at. His hair varies in length depending on how lazy he is about cutting it, but most of the time its long enough to be just a little bit spikey in the front. He’s got an earring in his left ear and if his hair stars to cover it, he knows it time to do something about that. His skin is tanned, so only his most recent scars are visible, a fact that makes him pout because he likes showing off his war-badges. His features are cute and made for smiling and he’s always taking selfies.
Sura scent: silver
Ability: Copying abilities (not powers)
Age: 24
Tattoo: tiger on his bicep
Kin: idek
Taiyo has a lot of energy. He always has to be doing something, and preferably something physical. Sports and fighting are two of his favorite activities because he's fiercely competitive, and he’s good at it. Like really good. His theia power allows him to master most any given activity in a short time, as long as he’s being taught by somebody good. And he can pick up any special skills his opponent has and used them against him. He’s gotten used to winning, and it makes him cocky. His inflated ego makes him even more confident that he’d normally be. He’s a total extrovert, drinking in the energy of other people and making jokes and generally enjoying it all. He’s friendly and outgoing and amusing, and being cute doesn’t hurt, so Taiyo has no trouble making friends. As confident as he is, Taiyo ignores the fact that he could possibly be wrong and he doesn’t care what other people think. Most of the time he forgets to worry about it. One of his favorite pastimes is making his friends embarrassed in public. If he wants to go talk to someone who he thinks looks really cool, he’s drag them along and march right up to them, no matter who the person is. Taiyo is open to anything, his favorites are always strawberry snow-cones, though. He’s also the friend that can make an innuendo out of everything. And telling him, “People can hear” will just make him yell whatever inappropriate comment he’s about to make even louder. And he doesn’t even try to hide his nerdyness. When he’s not beating people Taiyo puts his energy into fanboying, or just generally being loud and energetic and annoying his friends. A lot of things amuse Taiyo and once he’s interesting, it becomes an obsession until he’s learned everything he can. If he doesn't like somebody or appreciate something though, instead of being negative about it he'll be sarcastically excited. The problem is that he reacts with near perfect sarcasm, so it’s almost impossible to tell if he’s being serious or not. Taiyo doesn’t even really mean to do it, but he has complete control of his expression. It’s a skill he picked up along the way, and it makes him a wonderful actor. But it also means that his friends are always kept guessing about how sincere he is. His acting abilities are a great source of confidence because, while there’s not much he’s afraid to do, there are a few things that he wouldn’t want his friend to see. Like if he was really upset, for example. Taiyo would go to his best friends, if he needed support, but he wouldn't want the rest of the group to know. He thinks he can’t do his “job” if his friends see him sad. And he think his job is to support everybody else and make sure they’re happy. He dislikes seeing other people sad, and unnecessary drama gets on his nerves. He doesn’t exactly know how to cheer people up, but by a combination of just generally being amusing and distracting and giving hugs he somehow manages to cheer people up. His general tactic is “cheer up friend, look how cool this is. Look how cool I am. Don’t be sad, I’m here!” Taiyo grew up in the Sakayama families, and when we was first brought to live at the house he was a little overwhelmed. It didn’t help that his parents were gone a lot, but he had his cousin Toru to keep him company, and he soon made friends. With his skills he's become an integral soldier,so he runs a lot of missions, which means he’s seen a lot of violence. At first it freaked him out and he isolated himself and turned grumpy, but he eventually became acclimated to it, which in his case was a good thing. On a mission he becomes just as focused as when he’s competing, or when he’s found something new to obsess over. As frivolous as he might seem in his free time, Taiyo has no problem buckling down and getting the job done, whatever might be required of him. Taiyo has the common Japanese stature, making him on the short side, compared the European men. But he’s is strong and fast and his form is just as good as somebody who’s spent exponentially longer training. His small stature almost enhances his energetic presence. Taiyo certainly isn’t hard to look at. His hair varies in length depending on how lazy he is about cutting it, but most of the time its long enough to be just a little bit spikey in the front. He’s got an earring in his left ear and if his hair stars to cover it, he knows it time to do something about that. His skin is tanned, so only his most recent scars are visible, a fact that makes him pout because he likes showing off his war-badges. His features are cute and made for smiling and he’s always taking selfies.
Laertes Severin Valentine
The shadows are not very good company, as Severin learned many
times over while he tried to adjust himself to the life of godfather.
And not any godfather, the Godfather of the Valentines. His job is not
one many would envy him for. He certainly never envied Michael of it.
But he has always known that if he is the best candidate, then it is his
responsibility to take the job. And it is plain to see that Severin has
always been the best candidate, better that Michael, with his mind
corrupted and broken by powers he only though he could control. The
whole Family is made up of actors and liars, and none are better than
the bloodline. Michael and Sevarin and their siblings were
born into it, their parents and surroundings sculpting them from day
one. But it goes deeper than that. Valentine blood flows in their veins.
There has never be any chance of escape or another life for them. The
Valentines are too marked, too twisted, to be able to live any other
way. In some ways that makes them lucky. So finely adapted to their
surroundings, they have a much better chance of surviving and succeeding
than anyone who wasn’t born there. The Valentine House is a maze of
politics and games, made and played by liars and cheaters and ruled over
by sick kings as trapped and confused as anyone else. Only
to outsiders does the Family look sleek and whole. To the others the
Family shows a unified face of regal politeness. They all wear a mask
that shows nothing of the turmoil within. A mask that extends so that
even from the inside the corruption is not easily visible. They look
organized and sleek, the discipline implemented by Michael when he was
Godfather still in place Michael demanded utmost discipline. One wrong word, or wrong thought might bring him down on your head.
Michael was a power to be reckoned with. In a house of snakes, he had
outwitted them all, disposing of his parents and older brother and
putting himself on the throne, such as it may be, of the ValentinesHe
disposed of Severin too, but not effectively. And old friend of his
mothers, sworn to look after her youngest son, found out the plot in
time to steal Severin away from Michael, and to send him to safety. The
act of benevolence lost the old woman her life, but it was not a waist,
it was a trade for Severins. He was twelve at the time, and already
clearheaded and mature enough to know that he couldn’t run. Pinnacle
Manor was his only home. Still, the old woman’s sacrifice would mean
nothing if Michael killed him. He compromised, staying away for three
years. Putting on masks would never be hard for him and Severin
disguised himself easily, walking among other Theias. It was there that
he truly learned what it mean to walk among the shadows. He had gotten
his tattoo from his mother years before, and had been training since
then. But under the protection of his parents he had never really needed
to use his powers. Now they were dead and Severin was cut off from any
other help that could come from his Family. He had a name and address, a
contact the old woman had given him, and little else besides. The
contact turned out to be all he could hope for and more. Severin won’t
speak of those years. He won’t say where he went or who taught him, or
how he came back such a different person. Whoever helped him bestowed on
him a wonderful blessing and a horrible curse. They
taught him the full extent of his powers and forced on him the hard
world he lived in and the cruelties necessary to survive. They gave him
his greatest weakness and his greatest strength. It was from them that
Severin learned to live among the shadows and the ghosts. For that is
his power. Severin has the power to command wraiths and to make them do
his bidding. The spirits of the dead are not easy to control. Ghosts
have their own power, and ghosts, Severin has concluded, them must be.
He has no proof, but he has no proof otherwise either. They are formless
shadows that can go places and do things that no human or theia can.
Severins power demands great sacrifice to control them. He has to give
them energy and life. To raise the dead and summon them, to give himself
the power to command them and give them the power to do what he asks,
he must sacrifice his life: His blood, his flesh, his soul and his
thoughts. Each wraith demands a bit of one. There are cuts on Severins
hands and wrists that never close. They drip continuously for the ghosts
he commands, and even when they do not, there is hardly enough time
between his summonings to let them heal. Severin has no choice, so to
him it’s worth it. The great power that his wraiths bring is the only
power he can have. And it is a valuable power indeed. Michael’s ability
to read minds might have been the best power a godfather of the
Valentines could have. In the nest of lies he could keep the games
straight and watch out for himself. Severin only had the deductive
powers of a regular human, but at least his mind isn’t twisted. And
wraiths serve as the best informers anyone could hope for. They overhear
everything and see everything, and they tell Severin without bias. They
surround him with their whispers day and night, leading him forward,
warning him, and even teaching him. But the one thing they cannot show
him is how to act, how to lead. Their company does nothing for that.
When Severin needs them most, they have no whispers of advice. He had
to make his only progress in that aria, and doggedly, slowly, he has. He
learned he likes neither ice cream nor snowcones. In the meantime,
while he figures out how to people, Severin is not in jeopardy. His
position and life are secure, his wraiths will protect him to the last.
They would not let somebody else steal his life when it gives them so
much power. Especially when they have yet to collect their debt. Severin’s
greatest secret isn’t one he guards jealously, it’s simply one nobody
knows to ask about, one nobody would know to even think of. He has kept
the full reach of his powers to himself. Other may have guessed as what
he can do, but no other living soul knows for sure. Most Valentines,
most theias, would never even believe that ghosts could exist. So
Severin’s two loyalist followers are known only to him. Two, just as his
brother had, but his are dead. Seshin and Kagai, he has named them, for
they forgot their human names long ago. They give Severin the safety
and power he needs to stay on top in the Valentine Family. They are his
most powerful wraiths and his most dedicated. They will stay with
Severin his entire life, and then it will be they who kill him. Because
he has promised his heart and his soul to them. In a way, they already
have them, but they are sharing with Severin, keeping him alive. Severin
knows that his promise means he will not live to be old. While his soul
may grow as he does, his heart will get weaker, and dedicated as his
wraiths are, Seshin and Kagai are not very charitable. Armed with their
power, after his year away, Severin traveled back to Pinnacle Manor to
find his place under his brother. There, under the threat of death,
Severin learned how to think. He was raised for the first twelve years
of his life, as the prized son. He was his mother’s little boy and he
was, to an extent, spoiled. He was not accustomed to living on the
streets, or being treated as he was under Michael. He had to give up
almost everything. He’d already lost his home and his family, and then
he had let go of his own name. He became Severin Vale, losing his first
and his last names. Though, in truth, he lost the name Laertes when
Michael tried to murder him. Even when he became the godfather he was
never as comfortable with his real name. To everybody else he might have
become Laertes again but to himself Severin stayed Severin. Of course
Michael and his loyalists knew it was him. Severin did not try to hide;
that would seem even more suspicious and cause more questions. At first
most people just ignored him. They understood that the confusing beehive
of politics could hide things, like why the boy was accepted so readily
into the Family, and he did not bug anyone much. But Severin had to get
used to the loss of his privileges. He had to learn not to stick out,
all the while knowing that by right and responsibility he should have
been the godfather. Severin was beaten down, he was used and tricked and
scorned. He could have tried to beat them at their own games, to get
respect, to rise in the rank, but he didn’t. He needed to keep away from
his brother’s notice. So Severin learned to follow orders, to duck his
head and hide his name and think about anything but what he wanted to do
to them. In nearly seven years as an unsung member of
the Valentines Severin talked to his brother very little. After five
years he truly started waiting for his brother to die. He waited and
watched and little by little he pushed himself up. He knew when Michael
died he would have to be more than just a kid to claim leadership. He
would have to have some manner of respect and power already. And so he
tricked and bribed and blackmailed those people he needed on his side to
turn the rest to him. And when Michael did die, killed not by an enemy
but by his own hand, Severin did not face great opposition. He did face a
dilemma within himself. Severin could not stand the cruel organized way
his brother ruled. Had been beaten down by it for too long, and had
seen it beat down too many others. Creating chaos out of it would have
been relief, a smug satisfaction, like a child destroying something out
of spite. But at the same time, his own brand of insanity would not let
him change the organization, for chaos makes him jumpy, he hates it; he
can’t see what’s coming. For all his logic and planning Severin is sick
and insane just as Michael was. Severin had no close friend as he grew
up, only his wraiths, and their company was almost worse than nothing.
Even before, when Severin lived with his parents he was taught to be
cautious, and afterwords, living under the brother who had tried to kill
him, he had that much more reason to be so. Severin learned not to
trust anyone. Even with his wraiths he watches himself. He
perfected the stereotypical aloof Valentine mask. In public he will be
coldly polite. If he’s angry or has a problem he will act on it in
private. And then he would be coldly furious. He would show them no
mercy or empathy. Severin will not hesitate to kill or maim. Morals
don’t plague him and the pain of others doesn’t bother him. Towards most
people, Severin is apathetic. He just doesn’t care. He
uses them, twists them and then drops them. If it’s not towards somebody
he needs to be mindful of for political reason, we won’t even bother
being polite. Severin doesn’t generally like people, he doesn’t trust
them. And he doesn’t like it when things don’t go his way. He doesn’t
want to get hurt if he has a friend and they die, or betray him. He
doesn’t really have friends. That doesn’t mean that he can’t, it just
means he probably won’t. He cares about some people, like his remaining
siblings and even if he does not show his feelings very well, Severin
will do a lot for them. And sitting atop the Valentine spider’s web that
means something. He would not act much different towards them though.
They’d only be able to tell by the little things, like that he talked
more to them, or got angry at them for being reckless. He wouldn’t be
friendly, but the biggest clue that he’s more comfortable around his
siblings is that he’ll share snide remarks with them sometimes, and be
sarcastic instead of stoic. There’s no “other side” of him to show. Of
course there are things that nobody else sees, but that is different.
Over time Severin has made progress, he’s not an outcast anymore. He has
his siblings and other allies now. But still, Seshin and Kagai could
be considered his closest companions in a way. They know everything
there is to know of Laertes Severin Vale Valentine. Seshin and Kagai
will never betray him. They will never follow another person, they are
bound, not by honor or any human emotion, but by Severins powers and the
rules of their existence. They only see Severin, and hear only his
commands. They are deaf and blind to any other humans. Besides the
necessary business associates, and his family Severin tens to avoid
people. He does know what to do with them. As useful as they can be
dealing with the innocent is hard. It’s like dealing with children,
almost sickening to him. They are too much of a contrast to Severin,
sick as the rest of his family, full to the brim with the lies and
betrayals, and political games. Unsure if he’s even on his own side
sometimes. Severin is Valentine mind and soul. But not in body. Michael
was fair and pale gold, intriguing and angelically beautiful. Thin and
dramatic and untouchable. He embodied his own image and yet was the very
opposite of it at the same time. He was the perfect prince, the
classical hero. Severin shares little with his brother, and almost
nothing in appearance. Severin is stockier and more muscled, where his
brother was just skin and bones. He isn’t fragile, he does his own
fighting. He’s shorter too, at 5’ 10’’ he stand an inch shorter than his
brother did, but he makes up for it with his presence. Instead of being
airy and brilliant Severin is darker, more commanding. He embodies
something heavier, more down to earth, His skin is the same pale, but
it’s not perfect, it has its blemishes and scars. He has not cared for
it as Michael did. Severin is vain in some ways, but not especially
about his appearance. His hair is dark, unlike the rest of his siblings.
It is a dark, dark brown, black in most lights. However much Severin
doesn’t give a crap, he knows that other people do care about what he
looks like, so while his hair is long, it’s not messy. The way it flops
into his face adds to his image without detracting from his looks.
Severin didn’t escape without some touch of his family, and it’s visible
in his proud, fine features. Admittedly his twice-broken nose is
something that would be totally foreign of Michael, and Severins
features, or any of the rest of him, aren’t nearly as flamboyant, but
surprisingly, He’s actually good looking in his own way. Severins
appearance isn’t something you notice about him until you really think
about it. His face doesn’t command eyes, it’s his presence, and his
politicians voice that commands attention. Severin’s voice is silky and
strong, it has a way of helping him convey an idea even when he doesn’t
exactly know which words to use. He’s trained himself to easily lose the
verbal pauses so many other can’t shake. It took dedication, and some
frustration, because when he was younger, “Uhh,” was a habit of his, but
it was worth it, almost as much as it was worth it to teach himself to
listen and to change his thoughts. Severin seems like a very grey-scale
individual. Light skin, dark hair, grey clothes. But his eyes, hidden
under his hair are an astonishing green. They don’t jump out at you, or
contain anything special in their depths, but it’s a pretty,
complimentary shade none the less. Green seems to be the only color that
can match Severin. It’s even in his aura. The Valentine auras show the
broken nature of the family. And Severin didn’t escape that. His aura
is a pale indigo green, almost a minty color, but it’s cracked. Running
through it are shots of a white grey. It’s not a calming color,
something about it seems dirty, like the bright orange of a fungus, or
the dull brown of mold. It’s the color of dead things, almost the color
of the pale shadows of his wraiths. That, more than anything else, more
that the green of his eyes or the reflected green in his aura, more than
his face surrounded by his dark hair, more than the polite mask that
has become his attitude, that death grey represents him. Don’t ever
underestimate Severin or his family. His bloodline is sick and his
Family is corrupt, but even those may be reasons to fear. Sometimes
Severin may not act it, but he is Michael’s brother and Markus’s son. He
is a Valentine, who walks with the dead.