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❄ Name |Athello Leander Tyr ❄ Nicknames |~ ❄ Age |22 ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |6'2" ❄ Weight |160lbs ❄ Physique |Lean Muscle ❄ Eye Color |Ever-changing like the sky. One minute they're a sky blue, the next they're a stormy gray. ❄ Hair Color |Soft blond, much like his mother's golden lochs.
Calm and collective in any given situation, a quick-thinker so-to-speak; however, underneath lies a temper like his Father that if he were to be pushed too far, it would rain hail-fire. Otherwise he's rather reserved, an observer of nature and the daily struggle with a thoughtful expression, contemplating his next adventure.
❄ Likes
•Sightseeing •Sunny Afternoons •Skydiving
❄ Dislikes
•Sunburns •Over-Crowded Streets •Salads
❄ Hopes |To not only see the whole world, but to at least meet his mysterious father as well as find a significant other to travel alongside. ❄ Fears |The possibility of a dark age and having to lead a war effort to prevent such.
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❄ Bio |Cynthia Tyr was the reason Zeus broke his promise to Hera. She was a short, well-rounded German woman with lochs like threaded gold and eyes of steel gray that captured Zeus' that fateful day that he entered her local tavern in a human form, looking for a brief escape from his duties on Mt Olympus. He sure was in for a ride, too, for despite her somewhat-innocent looks and high-pitched voice, this woman was an attention-demanding maniac that Zeus couldn't get enough of, so he stayed with her for quite some time.
That is, until he noticed that her belly was suspiciously larger than her normal pudge, and not in the she-gained-a-little-sense: Cynthia was pregnant, and Zeus had screwed up big time. It was on that note that he had to leave, because to stay would be too intimate, and he would be breaking the law if he raised the child with her, so it was best to leave before the infant came to be--so he did.
Curse, and curse the man Cynthia did, and the fact that she had figured out "Hericules" true identity on her own didn't alleviate her rage any, either.
Like most of her family did when they had a crushing event occur in their lives, she decided to sell her tavern and move to start a new life elsewhere, and it just happened to be as far as the United States of America. Cynthia had always wanted to try the city life, open up a little German chocolate store in the midst of New York and live happily there. Well Cynthia did not expect two things when she moved: her chocolate shop to be the huge success that it was and that her son would grow to hate the city (which didn't make any sense to her). The boy claimed he loved solitude and somewhat quiet places, like the beach for instance. And yet he was conflicted at the same time; he claimed he wanted to see the world, to walk among the crowds of Paris even though he loathed crowds the most. Why she gave birth to such an odd son she did not know, but she loved him unconditionally as any good mother would and rose him fit and proper.
Thankfully he didn't grow to hate chocolate like she feared he would since he was always around it in her shop, but he did not care for the other thing that she loved the most: good German beer (he thought alcohol was disgusting and pointless). She didn't expect her son to take such a liking to learning the languages of others. It was not that he was good at learning languages rather quickly that shocked her, it was his goal to learn every language and then visit each region that spoke such language so that he could test his abilities int he language's own birthplace, although he also just wanted to travel because he loved the outside world itself.
As much as she loved her son, she knew that she would not see him often, and even when he had taken courses in several universities (one in Germany, his homeland, one in Russia, England, Thailand, and France) she expected a brief return because each time he kissed her talked of all that he had seen, she knew that he was already geared up to fly off again, fly off into the sky to watch over it all like a true son of Zeus.
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❄ Hobbies
•Sketching a Scenery •Soliciting •Studying foreign languages he does not know.
❄ Theme |"You are the Moon" ❄ Left Unmentioned |Will be discovered through the role-play itself, for you've read enough!
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❄ Name |Alejandro Momoa ❄ Nicknames |Al ❄ Age |Twenty ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |6'1" ❄ Weight |178lbs of muscle! ❄ Physique |Lean, muscular; click on the cropped image below to view full size for depth ❄ Eye Color |Seafoam Green ❄ Hair Color |Silver
❄ Species |Aquatically-advanced Human ❄ Ethnicity |Puerto Rican ❄ Orientation |Bisexual; seke ❄ Occupation |Lifeguard
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The opposite of Irrylath: extremely nice, friendly to strangers, and easy to talk to. In other words, he's incredibly outgoing and a great listener.
•Receiving the cold shoulder •Studying/any kind of research •Lies and slander •Sacrilege
❄ Hopes |To find someone to spend the rest of his days with in a home of their own; hopes to move out of his mother's mansion soon. ❄ Fears |Falling into poverty or ending up without a significant other.
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❄ Bio |When Alejandro was six years of age, his father walked out on them. Then, his mother was a painter just rising to fame for some of her most creative pieces. It was hard on them at first money-wise, but since the upraise in sales of her work they didn't have it as bad. It mainly sucked that Alejandro was so young at the time, and the area they lived in didn't make the cost of living any better (Hawaii is an expensive place to live). On the upside, however, he did get a lot of time with his practically stay-at-home mother as well as playtime with other kids his age. This is what led to his discovery for his affinity with water, and he the beginning of his constant craving to be near the ocean.
It was when Alejandro turned ten that his mother hit the jackpot with her latest project, several critics calling it a "masterpiece." The struggle to maintain a healthy household in Hawaii wasn't so bad then, and eventually they got to a point where his mother could afford to spoil herself.
When he was thirteen, his mother had a major change in her artistic vision: she went down the nude painting route, except instead of mainly focusing on muscular men and beautiful females as most did, she chose to paint men who were blessed with childish or "cute" features, her first source of practice young Alejandro, of course, and it was after she had held an art show of her many paintings of him that they started to live more lavishly interior-wise.
As Alejandro aged into his teens, life got a heck of a lot easier for them, with him expanding on his athletic abilities to the point where he was no longer considered "cute" to the mother and her a change in perspective. She knew that she needed to move to a new atmosphere, yet she also wanted to stay on an island where lots of people were not only for her "vision," but for Al's sake since he took such a heavy liking to the beach life. That being said, when this new island opened up for immigration, his mother jumped on the chance to abscond there, knowing full and well that it had great promise to increase in population in no time.
And it was a great decision on her part. Alejandro got the chance to meet new island waters-lovers like himself, and she an opportunity to find new "cute" models as she still hadn't given up on her "cute men" vision. She disguised this by sending out word that she was looking for particularly attractive men to clean the manor. The catch? They had to wear a maid dress as their uniform, thus, leading to her known title as "The Mistress."
Alejandro, on the other hand, hadn't changed since boyhood. In fact, the only difference really is his intention to get a job and actually help his mother out a little for once since she'd been providing him on her own for long. Well, that and his wish for a significant other to share a place of their own with (of course it would have to be within his budget, though ♥).
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❄ Hobbies
•Swimming, obviously •Trying out new mint-flavored deserts •Greeting strangers for the heck of it/hanging with old buddies
❄ Theme |"Cake By the Ocean" ❄ Left Unmentioned |I forgot to mention that he carries a Swiss Army knife in his pocket for emergency situations, and his powers are described as thus: he's kind of like a half-dolphin, half-human person, so he can communicate through sonar and swim beneath the water surface for a long period of time. However, he does have to break surface eventually for another intake of breath (he does not have gils, which is also much like a dolphin).
❄ Name |Asigawa Sakura Yuu ❄ Nicknames |Tink~! ♥ ❄ Age |Twenty-one (can vary though) ❄ Gender |Female
❄ Height |5'1" ❄ Weight |95lbs ❄ Physique |Slim and slightly toned; click on image below for full size view ❄ Scars/Tattoos |A small, magenta Pisces symbol (♓) on her right side at the hip. ❄ Eye Color |Robin's Egg Blue ❄ Hair Color |Silvery Gray
Bubbly and outgoing, but also an introvert at heart when it really comes down to it. It's hard for her to self-disclose, and most especially to men, too. An utter feminist to a T.
❄ Likes
•Cute girls •Cute treats/desserts •Cute outfits (especially skirts) •Any type of mathematics •Cute jewelry designs •Really anything "cute" (xD!)
❄ Dislikes
•Rude people •Most men (mainly older "creeps" though) •***** and perverted people •Brussels sprouts and other greens like peas ("yuck!") •Visiting her "family" •Her father
❄ Hopes |To find the perfect gal to be her mate! ❄ Fears |Losing the rainbow healing stone.
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❄ Bio |When Asigawa was five months in the fae community, she made the executive decision to have her memory wiped and sent to live with the human family to the forest to protect the diamond land. They were a newly wed couple that didn't mind receiving a baby at their door step, odd as it was, and saw her as a gift from God. So they cared for her like she was one of their own, although this was mainly the mother later on. When Asigawa had reached her teenage years, the human father had begun to act strange around her when the family had finally come to terms that Asigawa was definitely not "normal." For instance, she still had yet to menstruate and lacked any hormonal signs (had flawless skin with no markings; a perfect creamy tone). It was as if the sun didn't effect her one bit. Well, besides make her skin glow, of course. She looked more lively when outside among any form of plant.
It was when she turned sixteen that something strange occurred. A lump had begun to form between her shoulder blades, and at first she chose to ignore it when it was smaller, but when it grew to the size of a golf ball she got a little concerned. Confused at what to do, she reached out to the mother about it. She did what any normal mother would do: make a doctor appointment. This appointment was a curious one indeed, too, because while he knew not what the issue was, the doctor discovered that she had no heart and had no idea what made her tick. He claimed she was like a zombie and promptly freaked out. The mother was more of a calm woman, so she didn't share his emotions, but she couldn't deny her confusion regarding the situation. Something was definitely up with her daughter, and she was determined to find out.
They didn't have long to wait, either. Over the course of six days, the lump had gotten so large that on the six it had ceased to exist, and large flower bloomed in its place. Alarmed, Asigawa did the best she could to hide it with a large shirt for the school day, but later ended up confiding in her Biology partner in hopes that maybe he could help her. What he did find scared her at first, but she eventually got over it as time passed on. Apparently she had boxed shaped cells--just like a plant--and even inhaled oxygen (they did a little kissing experiment to figure this one out, but that's besides the point). The flower fell apart after a month or so, but the whole ordeal remained a mystery to her for years as it would come and go each June.
For her dad, her unique being was a different story, unfortunately.
Over the years that her adoptive parents had raised her, her father had undergone some changes in his views and morals. For instance, he started to care less and less about people and would even ignore the mother from time-to-time. The only thing he wanted to do when he came home from work was sit down on the couch and watch the sports updates or games, and harass the mother for dinner of course. Asigawa didn't know how nor why she put up with it for as long as she did, but she was happy for her when she finally left soon after her little freak discovery.
However, why the father had to fight to keep her was ridiculous. She wanted to go with the mother, not stay with him! But the man was so insistent that Asigawa had to stay for her mother's sake. Cry she did that day, and for months after she continued to, but that didn't make her situation any better. Nor stop the explicit advances from the father. Two years of torture she suffered with him, hating herself and wondering if all men turned out like him when they grew older.
It was when the house went under foreclosure because he couldn't pay all the bills himself, that Asigawa was able to escape him because of a strange girl that came out of the forest for her, calling to her to return to her birth community. Asigawa knew she was unlike the humans, but she didn't know that the parents weren't her birth parents, so when she came to this magical land of fae folk and was told that parents aren't necessarily a thing in that land, she was very confused about herself as a being. Evidently she had made the decision beforehand to join a human family, a decision that made her want to gag because what was she thinking then, but then understood when the old winter faerie explained their situation to her. After this, she felt terrible that she had let the house go under foreclosure, and felt even worse when the faerie informed her that trolls were planning to buy the place. However, he gave her an ultimatum to redeem herself that she could not refuse: she could take their most precious stone, "the rainbow healer," which is the source of her healing abilities today, and go somewhere far with it when they're forced to vacate due to the trolls. He explained to her that since she had lived among the humans, she knew things that they did not and was less vulnerable out there than her community, so it was very important that she continue to live with the humans rather than travel with her true community, although she did get to stay with them temporarily while the trolls processed their purchase and searched for their hidden community and whatnot. It was during this time that the fae folk had begun to pack and search for a new home, plan the biggest move in fae history, while Asigawa searched for an island of sorts to live on for a while, the perfect getaway from trolls.
And that's how she found [insert island name] after their grand opening, and has been staying there since, guarding the "rainbow healing stone."
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❄ Hobbies
•Shopping for cute things! •Making friendship bracelets (or jewelry in general)! •Gardening
❄ Faceclaim |Noumi Kudryavka from Little Busters! ❄ Theme |"Electric Love" ❄ Left Unmentioned |•Power: has a "healing touch," although this is limited to minor injuries and not extremities like loss of use in limbs or such; ie, cannot bring someone out of a coma or cure a mental illness, either. As a summer faerie, she has a way with jewelry and/or any craftsmanship involving sparkly, pretty, or "wow" materials--but mainly jewelry, so she tends to make friendship bracelets and the like quite often for her friends. •Faeries do not get pregnant; they populate via the flowers on their backs. The females bloom in their respected birth month and the males fingers' become sticky with pollen to pollinate the flower-wings during their birth months. •Faeries' specialties differ depending on the season they were planted in. •Winter faeries are the rarest, while spring are the most common type. Summer are the happiest, most flamboyant faeries.
❄ Name |Haruka Hitomiji ❄ Nicknames |Haru ❄ Age |Seventeen ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |5'5" ❄ Weight |130lbs ❄ Physique |Light, slim, somewhat muscular; click on image below to view full ❄ Eye Color |Crimson ❄ Hair Color |Strawberry Blond
❄ Species |Magi ❄ Ethnicity |Japanese American ❄ Orientation |Homosexual; uke ❄ Occupation |Runic Mage
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Kind of aloof, much like a cat, but takes his missions seriously when he has one. Really happy and extra-kind to strangers when he is on a shopping trip, though; that is, unless the salesperson messes up--then he can get feisty.
❄ Likes
•Cats •Old spellbooks or books in general •Teriyaki anything
❄ Dislikes
•Ignorance •Absolute Failure •Too much sugar
❄ Hopes |To master all the runes and live into old age so that he can pass on his knowledge to a future pupil. ❄ Fears |Dying young and unaccomplished.
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❄ Bio |High school was a breeze for the kid that had the opportunity to skip three grades in elementary school. That being said, the teen entered college at an astonishing fifteen years, and is now rocking through the second half of his sophomore year at Samhain at seventeen--recently turned of course.
His parents had been born in the town of Samhain like their forefathers and took after them, so likewise Haruka was born in the town and never intends to move, just like his parents. On the contrary, though, he does wish to travel for a little, pick up a couple magical missions or something to see some sights other than the town he knows at the back of his hand. He loves the people and how exciting each day is, but he still wants to see the rest of the world--to see how normal humans live, or discover supernaturals like himself that are hiding out, unaware of a safe place to go like their town.
Those are things he doesn't intend to do until he graduates, though, completely content with where he is currently, working at Witch Way? Although, if the chance arises to study abroad or go on a trip with a group of students, he may just join that bandwagon if possible. For now he's simply enjoying his student break and keeping up with the town gossip, basking in the craziness that is every single night in Samhain while guarding the Codex from shifty eyes.
The Codex is another story in question, but not one that can easily be told. In fact, it is hard to tell what one doesn't know, and that is how and why he has this book. It's like a bible that can't be shared in his opinion, and a language that few can understand, if anyone other than himself at all. It's a language that he can see the English translations in his head, yet not share with others. It's like a knowledge he has, yet doesn't have at the same time. Like the angels and Josie in Welcome to Nightvale. To be brief, it's a book that called to him from the meadow, emulating bits of light and darkness in one mass on a stand. And when he had removed it from the stand, the intricate stand disappeared in a flash, and he was blown to his buttocks, staring in awe at the beautifully designed in red, gold and blue ink cover. He knew then that he had to guard it in his mind, for some reason, but what exactly the book was he did not know; all he could do was study it.
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•Reading spellbooks; training •People-watching •Shopping
❄ Faceclaim |96Neko from Vocaloid ❄ Theme |"Wishmaster" ❄ Left Unmentioned |•He's the kind of guy that actually loves shopping in general, whether it be for new supplies, accessories, outfits, or just to window-shop--the act in itself is entertaining to him (which is odd for a guy). •Power: fights offensively and defensively using the power of runes, symbols that he studied and earned the right to use from the Runic Codex that he guards.
TO BE DETERMINED
Kurisuchin Saiyuki
So I apologize for taking forever to finish this because I didn't know what to do about the history. But in the end I made it the history for my base character in this guild I'm working on, so the history could be a moot-point or interchangeable anyways.
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❄ Name |Irrylath Logan Renaissance ❄ Nicknames |Logan, "Iron" (alias when in red uniform), "Quick Silver" (an alias when in blue uniform), or "Red Dawn" (his maid name). ❄ Age |Nineteen ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |5'7" ❄ Weight |143lbs ❄ Physique |Lean, muscular; click here to view a larger image ❄ Scars/Tattoos |Two huge, red demon wings are tattooed on his back to cover up the jagged whiplash scars from his father. ❄ Eye Color |Ruby/crimson ❄ Hair Color |Changes from light brunette to blond to white to red, depending on his mood.
❄ Species |Half-demon ❄ Ethnicity |~ ❄ Orientation |Pansexual ❄ Occupation |Bounty Hunter and Maid for Alejandro's mother
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Cold at most times, and especially to strangers. He's a lone wolf kind of guy, so getting a chance to know him is slim-to-none unless you play a role in his current mission somehow. He cares more about money and revenge on his twisted father more than anything. He's a huge introvert in public and any conversations for the matter. Keeps things to himself a lot; very secretive.
•His father •Spending money •Wasting bullets •Criminals •Hard work for little pay •Being approached by others
❄ Hopes |To find his father. ❄ Fears |Never finding his father/dying without this accomplished.
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❄ Bio |As a child, Irrylath lived in the Underworld with his single father, Krionskei. The mother, Willow, left them when she found the chance to return to the world of the living and escape Krionskei's demonic domain. Because of this, it seemed to Irrylath that his parents' relationship was a forced one on his father's part being that he can be quite the nasty fellow, yet at the same time the care he remembers from his mother's brief time with him told him otherwise. It's a mystery still unsolved to this day, but Irrylath has no intentions of trying to find his intermittent mother--at least not anytime soon he doesn't. While she would be a lovely person to try and reconnect with, his current story is one of revenge for his cruel father.
Krionskei was, as most would say, an abusive father: he quite literally "whipped Irrylath into shape," telling him lies about the human race--and his mother, of course--and how he must follow in his father's footsteps like a good son, become a bounty hunter to cleanse the Underworld of all useless demons. The later made sense to Irrylath since weak demons were no demons at all, however killing them wouldn't make the Underworld any better. He'd much rather eradicate criminals on the human realm, which is precisely what led him to his position as a bounty hunter today, although he is a merciless one just like his father. Money is essential to life on the corrupt planet of Earth, so no criminal lives would be spared if it got in the way of his attainment of prize. Because of this, Irrylath tends to live cheaply.
Krionskei left Irrylath when he sixteen to go on his biggest hunt yet: a weak yet highly intelligent demon by the name of Unochi had escaped through a dark void to the human realm to build an army of simpletons in hopes of taking over the already corrupt planet. He hasn't been seen or heard of since, and most demons beloved that the greatest bounty hunter of all time had died up there in the battle. However, Irrylath is one of the few who refuses to accept this hypothesis. For his eighteenth year, Irrylath not only continued his training in the ways of the bounty hunter, but also researched all he could on the weak demon and his father's group's travels until the day came that half of his group returned with the head of Unochi. His father was not a part of them, but they reassured him that he was alive and well, taking up missions to destroy higher level demons that aimed to manipulate the humans just as Unochi did.
So his father had abandoned him after all, a suspicion that he'd had since the rumors of his death had begun when he turned seventeen. Irrylath had expected this was the case from the get-go, but that didn't mean that he wanted it to be true. Because of this, and the fact that he left no word for Irrylath, he decided to go out and find the brute demon on his own and deal out the blow he should have a long time ago to the sick demon known as his father. If he could share all the nasty things that demon did to him, said to him, he would if he had the will to; but he didn't, so he stuck to hunting him down instead in hopes to kill his father at his own favorite game, a self-assigned bounty for an unwanted head.
The current whereabouts of Krionskei are unknown, but after a time of heavy hunting in the United States, Irrylath came across an old demon pal of his father's from his childhood in the Underworld after he'd made a little bit of a name for himself, and this demon told him of a rumor that Krionskei was hiding out on this island [insert island name here], one of which Irrylath had never heard of but was sure going to find. He had thanked the demon with a little sack of gold, which was hard for him to do of course, but also necessary at the same time.
That's how he got to where he is today in this rather tiny apartment complex, dealing out justice to criminals in this otherwise decent city, still in search of his twisted father. He's settled down a little since he's sure that the old fart is indeed in this city, however the hunt for his father is still strong on his priority list.
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•Counting money •Scavenging for wanted signs •Researching his father's location
❄ Faceclaim |Rufus Wilde from Grand Chase ❄ Theme |"Paper Moon" ❄ Left Unmentioned |Powers: (Note: these are particular special moves that he pulls off in battles if necessary. Important: "Red Fire" is the soul demonic aura in which each of his bullets are infused with to ensure a killing impact is made when hit by them. It will consume the human body on the outside if inserted into them, making his bullet wounds fatal.)
•"Make it Rain" - Logan summons a dark void above him to shoot into for a raining effect of bullets. This is a quick escape when enemies are coming in close all around him, and can be quite effective. •"Explosive Shot" - Logan throws out six stick grenades that he immediately shoots out to make mini explosions of "red fire." •"Expunge" - A melee attack with all his weapons, or simply an explosion of "red fire" from within himself to send his enemies flying backward. This, however, causes great stress on his body so he only does it when in a dire emergency.
Weapons: Nether blade (for emergencies and decapitating), a soul arbiter (for an extremely high rate of fire, much like that of a machine gun), and his two trusty eyeteeth (demonic magic-enhanced pistols). Loads of bullets and stick grenades for ammunition are also always on him.
See my test forum for these because there are too many!
❄ Name |Narenei Kisari ❄ Nicknames |Heart ❄ Age |Twenty (can vary) ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |5'6" ❄ Weight |125lbs ❄ Physique |Lean, somewhat toned ❄ Scars/Tattoos |Both ears are pierced twice, including a cartilage piercing, and he has a tattoo of a small heart with tiny white wings on either side of it between his shoulder blades on the back. Also, there's a single silver-ball end piercing about 2 inches beneath his right collar bone (*seen in images). ❄ Eye Color |Gradient Fire Reds ❄ Hair Color |Htun
❄ Species |Human ❄ Ethnicity |Japanese American ❄ Orientation |Homosexual; uke ❄ Occupation |Waiter
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Kind, generous, a little girly at times, spazzy, a clutz, timid, and jumpy. All in all, he's kind to strangers yet also distant in conversation. Narenei does not talk to someone unless they talk to him; he's an introvert.
❄ Likes
•Listening to music that has a deep meaning •Reading manga on his MAC •Snacking on steamed buns
❄ Hopes |To find a boyfriend for once as well as truly master the cello in the sense that people are moved by his performance (wants to perform in an adult orchestra some day, or a band as the electric pianist). ❄ Fears |Rejection, people making fun of him, saying the wrong thing (hence why he doesn't like to approach people--has very high communication apprehension), and coming out to his parents because of their strict Catholic views.
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❄ Bio |Temari and Kaynin experienced a falling-out due to too many arguments when Narenei was three years old, and ended up divorcing after a few months of separation. Ever since then, Narenei has been thrown back-and-forth between the two every other year, staying at his dad's estate for the longest periods when his mother would ask him too many questions about his father during his stays at her apartment. At his mother's, there's more of a warm atmosphere due to her cooking and smaller available space, but less time for being a recluse in his room on the computer as she actually makes him go out with her quite often. The father's house is the complete opposite, being that there's a lot more space and a cooler atmosphere since he's hardly home half the time and Narenei gets to do as he pleases (doesn't have to do house-hold chores like his mom makes him do sometimes, too).
Besides all this, he's never been in a public school system before, still doing computer work in a K-12 program (his parents taught him the basics when he was real young, and then it advanced into computer work when technology became advanced to that point). On a side note, he's a closet homosexual that came to terms with this when he dabbled in gay pornography a couple years back after clicking the wrong ads one day.
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❄ Hobbies
•Same as likes! •Playing his cello or the school piano •Hanging around the park
❄ Faceclaim |Shin from Amnesia ❄ Theme |"A Light that Never Comes" ❄ Left Unmentioned |His most prized possession is his crimson Stradivarius cello from his father, and he carries a dare-devil themed pocket knife for safety when he walks around his mother's neighborhood. Nowadays Narenei is temporarily staying with his father while going for a degree from an online university, saving up what little he does make at a local grocery store. He also has asthma, but it's never really a problem unless he's walking for far too long or climbing too many stairs; attacks are rare for him.
❄ Name |Illarion Leonid Orlov ❄ Nicknames |Patch, Orlev (or Eagle), Buffy, Leo, Illiad, Mr. Stiff ❄ Age |25 ❄ Gender |Male
❄ Height |6'3" ❄ Weight |215lbs ❄ Physique |Muscular to an extent (not body-builder worthy). ❄ Scars/Tattoos |Scratch across his right eye from a past fight (behind the eyepatch). He is blind in that eye. ❄ Eye Color |The blind eye is a cherry-wood brown while his left is gold-brown. ❄ Hair Color |Sable
❄ Species |Human ❄ Ethnicity |Russian (American) ❄ Orientation |Pansexual ❄ Occupation |Model for Wilhelmina Models
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A rather reserved man that believes in true love despite his tough appearance and outlook. He's patient and willing to put up with a lot of obstacles to get what he wants, and he tries his best to steer clear of fights. One could call him an introvert that socializes when necessary for his high-maintenance job, but at the end of the day he isn't a man of many words, although there is kindness behind his scary, quiet stoic appearance. Tends to stick to people the longer he is acquainted with them, depending on how open he is to them, that is.
❄ Likes
•Classical music •Playing the organ •Physical training (he's a PT stud ya'll)
❄ Dislikes
•Bullies •Expected outcomes in mangas •Sugary stuff (unless it's organic/bittersweet)
❄ Hopes |To settle down with a significant other like a normal person would, move out of his current living situation: a lonely apartment with only his friends for company every once and a while. ❄ Fears |Losing anymore family members than he already has, or people close to him (and there aren't many as he's a rather reserved man).
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❄ Bio |The seventh grade was both the best and worst year of Illarion's life. It was the worst because his selfish mother had moved the family to join the immigration hype to America, land of the free, leaving all of his friends behind. Plus, she had also wanted nothing to do with her extended family that would continue to live there for a while, including his father's. There were benefits though, as there always are. The move had a significant effect on his personality that was both for the better and the worse: he ceased to be the obnoxious, rude little boy he was with his gang-like friends back in Russia. Since he had knew no one and felt he could connect with no one, being that he came from Russia, he reverted to a makeshift introvert and left his extrovert persona in the dust, choosing to keep to himself and observe the interactions around him. He became a better study because of this, and since he had no one to talk to, he eventually turned to the Internet to search for an escape, another way to occupy himself when he didn't have homework (he didn't get nearly as much homework as he had back in Russia, although then he had ignored the work anyways and simply accepted the zeros without a care). This was how he discovered the world of manga and anime, and would later delve into the weirder genres in high school.
Of course some kids did approach him, as there are always those students who are excited by new kids. However, because he knew his past friends' personalities so well, it was easy for Illarion to see through their facades, so he reflexively shoved them away. Curiously, there was one girl who always watched him, but she didn't approach him until he started high school, and it was because they had literally bumped into one another, the classic books fall to the ground and apologies fill the air scene.
He remembered the way her glasses had turned sideways and her face had reddened. It was after that day that he noticed she had just about every class with him that year, including the advanced ones. She was the perfect girl, he thought later on after actually attempting to befriend her. Many adventures they had for the first two years in high school, and it was unfortunately when he had finally gathered up the nerve to ask her out on a date, not as a friend, that she had told him that her crush had agreed to go out with her after she listened to her only girlfriend's advice to make the first move. He was crushed, yes, yet he also happy for her, shaking off her question of "so what did you want to share with me?" with a "it's nothing now; we have much to plan to make your date perfect."
At the end of his sophomore year of high school, Illarion delved into the yaoi genre, curious about what was with Savannah's obsession with it.
Junior year he confessed his new obsession to Savannah, and she had promptly squee'd and glomped him, professing that now they had to have "yaoi sleepovers" and that he had to take a quiz to find out whether he was "top or bottom," and what kind. Of course he had to calm her obnoxious butt down because it was rather embarrassing in the middle of the hallway, and he proclaimed that he was still totally heterosexual, but she had raised her brows at him and claimed him as "in denial" ever since. And she didn't let it go, either. She planned blind dates with local boys she would find online for him the rest of that year, and didn't stop until he started modeling.
The modeling started when Illarion saw an ad in the paper--that his dad had whacked him with for ignoring his offer to go watch a football game--for a tall man to model for a local men's suits store. Little did he know that others would like his look so much, that he would receive emails to pose for other companies. Eventually he reached the popular magazine level, and it was at that point that people started recognize him in the school and it became such an annoying big to-do for him that he nearly dropped out. And he would have, too, if it hadn't of been for Savannah reminding him that it was his last year then, to just stick it out for a little longer. If not for himself then at least for her.
So he did just as she recommended, and they had a somewhat wonderful end to their high school days, still holding those yaoi sleepovers and even holding up the declining anime club by using his face as the head (other students really wanted to join then). When they had graduated, Illarion had spent his summer hanging with Savannah while also planning to move to California to finally accept the really big offers he had pushing off in favor of finishing high school normally, and she preparing for Yale.
They had said their good-byes to one another when August had rolled around as expected, promising to keep in touch and meet up again some day. Somewhere along the road of her young adulthood, Savannah had ended up in Ariel's friend group, and then in California herself only to reconnect with Illarion. After a while of vacationing with just the two of each other--she told her husband to leave her alone for a week of two (yeah, she ended up marrying her high school sweetheart two years later)--she saw an opportunity that she was surprised she hadn't seen before and, wanting to surprise Illarion into remembering the good old days, she set up yet another blind date, this time between an actual friend of hers and him, feeling that this time it might actually work out.
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❄ Hobbies
•Creating new workout routines •Collecting manga (and still reading) •Listening to soft instrumental compositions
First of all, I'd like to apologize for my slowness. School has recently started up again, and already I've been swamped left-and-right with work. On top of that, I recently had drill and that set me back significantly on my work pile as well (because it took up so much unexpected time). I know that some of you (mainly Eddie) have been waiting on me for a while, and I had originally intended to attend to that this night (it's already past midnight though, so I can hardly call it "night" now), but unfortunately my other matters took longer than expected and unexpected errands popped up for me as well. Be it as it may, I will get back to you upon the morrow once my art projects are completed (because I refuse to do them last minute on Thursday, and I also have to paint on Thurs for the other art project anyways). If you should respond by Thurs, I should be able to get back to you during my night class if not earlier (although I doubt the latter since I will be busy painting).
Again, I apologize for all of my delays, but just know that gaia never leaves the back of my mind!
❄ Name |Sǐwáng Yue ❄ Nicknames |Yuze, Lù, Lim, even Moon ❄ Age |Since the beginning of China ❄ Gender |Typically Male
❄ Height |6' (varies by mood) ❄ Weight |190lbs (also varies) ❄ Physique |Muscular, step-up from lean ❄ Scars/Tattoos |A hundred lashings on his back and black tribal markings from his wrist to his shoulders. ❄ Eye Color |Vibrant Violet ❄ Hair Color |Midnight black
❄ Species |God of Natural Death and the Moon ❄ Ethnicity |Chinese ❄ Orientation |Pansexual ❄ Occupation |Maintaining his Earthen district and overseeing the moon's phases.
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Yue is surprisingly quiet for a god. He wasn't boisterous or all-powerful like his peers, and far-from bloodthirsty like the other death and/or war gods. Preferred to let "nature take its course," as his specific deathly domain entailed. On the off chance that this lonely god had a worshipper, he would often leave them gifts.
❄ Likes
•Nature •Curious inventions of humans •Soft melodies
❄ Hopes |He had hoped to become the one god of death during the Downsize Movement, but ended up burying himself instead. ❄ Fears |Vanishing into nothingness or banishment to the eternal abyss.
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❄ Bio |During the Qin Dynasty, the emperor of the heavenly realm had decided that there were too many variations of gods for domains that should only have one overseer, so he set up a war between all the minor gods and goddesses to claim the only title of their domain.
While Yue could've plead for exemption cause of his dominion over the moon, he felt his role in the death domain was vital and partook in the war anyway. He knew he couldn't win with how little worshippers he had - due to his lack of care to advocate for them - so he opted to drinking one of the sacred elixirs out of sheer desperation. This, naturally, angered the emperor the moment he found out one of the six were missing, so he sent out for Yue to be severely punished.
These elixirs represented the elements in their purest form. Should one drink it, that element would be controlled by them as easily as it is to breathe. On the other hand, it would put the element out of balance if not contained. Being that Yue had consumed the green elixir, Earth's nature would take over the planet if the god ceased to exist.
The emperor of the heavens - that Yue had no place in to begin with - had the death god captured so he could serve him a hundred lashings in quick successions, the scars of which would never heal. Yue eventually managed to escape, only to end up trapped within his only refuge - mossed-over stone temple within a distant land's forest. Several of the death gods had cornered him there and, knowing they could not beat him, chose to trap him there for eternity instead, the temple forcibly sunken into the Earth Yue loved so much.
There he was cursed to remain until some outside force might set him free, otherwise forgotten by the gods and humans alike as the years passed on.
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❄ Hobbies
•Reading artistic titles •Studying nature's oddities •Trying out vegetable dishes
❄ Faceclaim |Some Chinese Video game ❄ Theme |"White Moon", & "Night song" ❄ Left Unmentioned |In modern America, this temple is heavily mossed-over and some parts eroded. Multiple landslides have completely uncovered the front over the years, the deteriorating door ajar, but the only inhabitant remains in eternal sleep within the walls. Only a blood sacrifice upon the center altar can awaken Yue.
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❄ Name |Kire Auclair ❄ Nicknames |Yue or Gray ❄ Age |Nineteen ❄ Gender |Depends (biologically male)
❄ Height |5'7" ❄ Weight |120 lbs ❄ Physique |Lean with some muscular definition mostly a twink lmao ❄ Scars/Tattoos |A little cloud birthmark on his right hip, and some faded cuts up his left arm from where he used to cut himself. Also has a little gray heart tattoo on the high point of his right cheek, and pierced ears (two holes on the lobe and one industrial). ❄ Eye Color |Cool Gray ❄ Hair Color |Warm-cool Gray
❄ Species |Demi-god ❄ Ethnicity/Race |Chinese and French ❄ Orientation |Is unsure ❄ Occupation |Gas station manager
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Aloof, lofty, and semi-optimistic. He likes to pretend the glass is half-full, but he knows deep down that it's half-empty. He's rather reserved, but will speak when spoken to. Can snap if pushed too far, but generally knows to keep his mouth shut when it matters. Tends to bottle things up, and spaces out a lot, much like he's daydreaming about a faraway future yet to come.
❄ Likes
•Neutral tones and clothes •Vanilla ice cream and scents •Cross jewelry •Beach ASMRs
❄ Dislikes
•Smoking (can't shake the addiction) •Sudden sounds •Running •Nightmares
❄ Hopes |To get into a university with his bestie. Wants a good job so he doesn't have to struggle in the slums. ❄ Fears |Being homeless and on the run, or never changing. He also fears the unknown and the seemingly prophetic dreams he's been having.
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❄ Bio |Born to a Chinese Frenchwoman named Waristeera, Kire was put up for adoption soon after he was named thanks to the woman's controlling mother. Waristeera was only eighteen, and her mother thought it disgraceful to have a child out of wedlock, and especially on her lonesome. So she had the child erased from their family history and sent to an orphanage. He'd since then been through a select few foster homes, but mostly spent his time at his original placement.
Kire had gone through cycles of mental phases and several identity crisis' before he graduated from high school. His only solace was Fatima, a fellow orphan around his age who he'd first met at his second foster home. She was sent back with him when they'd caused a scene at the low-end public middle school they attended at the time, and hadn't been sent to another foster home since.
Upon graduation, the duo were kicked out of the orphanage and forced to live on the streets until they could find a place that would accept them at their age (most apartments were 21+). Kire was glad they'd had the foresight to get a part-time job as teens, but it wasn't enough to keep them in an apartment building. So he had to find a higher wage, which lead him to the local gas station, a position only available to adults. He worked hard to get a manager position six months later, and frequented the library during his off time so he could study and apply for college scholarships.
Strange happenings began to occur about a month into his job at the gas station, and he learned a month later that Fatima faced similar situations at her library page job (Kire loved distracting her whenever he visited said library). But the worst event was the burning of the orphanage. So many memories in that place, regardless of how dastardly the experience was. They were just grateful only a few kids were injured in the end.
But then the nightmares started, and Kire wished his regular lucid dreams would return. When he wasn't shown the burning orphanage and running from some unknown giant being, he was in some kind of flaming hell from hence he could not escape. There was a caged angel with head-wings calling to him for freedom, but he chose to run away instead each time. The reoccurring nightmares were so strong that he was tempted to cut again - something he promised Fatima he would never resort to, no matter how much the visions pained him.
Kire wants the nightmares to stop, and Fatima wants all their weird hallucinations to end (Kire just thinks he's daydreaming the strange creatures that pass by the gas station, or wave to him from the beach waters). They fear it's only a matter of time until the visions cross into reality...
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•Reading library books •Walking the beach shore •Watercolor painting •Card games
Bull-headed, strong-willed, and the epitome of an Aries. She puts up a tough front to keep herself from getting hurt, but will open up to someone she trusts. Then she'll be her true, talkative self who relishes in physical attention. She's open-minded and cures staunch traditions, that of which cost her the love of a mother.
❄ Likes
•Tarot •Mochas and hot chocolate •Flowing drape-like shirts
❄ Dislikes
•People who take advantage •Feeling weak •Peas and beats
❄ Hopes |To meet her other half and maybe have a family. She wants a normal life with a decent income. ❄ Fears |Losing what little she has, but especially her best friend, Kire.
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❄ Bio |Similar to Kire, Fatima was another child born to a traditional family who thought having a child out of wedlock was a disgraceful shame, so she was put up for adoption. Fatima was lucky enough to get into a foster home for a while when she hit elementary school, but those days came to an end after she met Kire and got up to some business in middle school. The nice foster home life had made her weak, but being sent back gave her the drive to change, and her stubborn mind kept her going.
After she was kicked out of the orphanage with Kire, she took up a library page position in place of her previous coffee shop job, while Kire applied for a small gas station. They struggled for a while to find a place to stay, but their hard work paid off in the end when they were finally able to secure a place that accepted eighteen year olds. The apartment building was definitely home to some shady folk, but it was a step up from the streets, and the low rent enabled her to be able to study and apply for college scholarships since she didn't have to pick up a second job.
During the year they spent working and applying, Fatima would see odd things like a giant cat with wings (?). Some large animals that should've been in a zoo or in her dreams, which were also becoming a little too warped even for her usual. The worst of which was a mysterious voice promising her a future where she wouldn't have to worry about her safety dancing at night, or whether she and Kire were going to have enough to eat again.
And she'd be lying if she said the deal wasn't tempting.
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•Tarot or tea readings •Meditating •Dancing
❄ Faceclaim |Unknown ❄ Theme |"Dance with Fire" and "Mother Earth" ❄ Left Unmentioned |Sometimes she street performs in fancy dance attire, helping her to connect with the ancestors she could only dream of ever meeting.
