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GEMINI ~ fc: sasha kichigina ~ CELOSIA18 ❈ INCENDIUM PRINCESS ❈ FEMALE❈ FIRE WIELDER
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❝ I no longer live. Not when he's dead. The only thing worthy of living
is gone; life has never been so useless. ❞
RUNANYA BALINJA
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& basilisk + 25 . . .
. . . shadow wielder + incendium
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I. MISANTHROPY
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II. DISCRIMINATION
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III. ABHORRENCE
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RHEA ~ Artemis ~ TSUKI22 ❈ OLYMPIAN ❈ FEMALE
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❝ I am there, waiting, watching, keeping to the shadows ❞
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AGLEA ~ fc: naomi scott ~ XENARINA
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❝ Power defines me. And I will never rest until I rise above everyone. ❞
H A L C Y O N - district 9 - E V E R YAPPEARANCE
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His dark windswept hair gave him an air of maturity, yet his eyes betrayed the uncertainties and fears he was feeling. His swirling orbs were glazed, unfocused even as they skirted past everyone. His world contained no one, and his eyes refused to meet every curious gaze that was thrown his way. No, he simply refused to reach out, knowing that he would only disappoint. And break them just as he had done to her.
As the sun showered its glittering rays on his skin, he shifted uneasily. His coppery brown skin gleamed, the lean muscles lining his arms and legs - the proof that he had trained relentlessly just to forget. He would've epitomized perfection, if it weren't for the broken gaze that held so much secrets.
BACKSTORY
He knew he had failed her.
Her helpless pupils dilated, her arms flailing wildly as they dragged her away. To goodness knows where. She had been hunting. Again. He knew her crave for adventures, he knew she was restless. He knew she had to get away from her family and hunting was her way to forget. He knew. Because he had grown up with her and he knew as well, it was his duty to protect her.
"Cyn..." She mouthed his name - the nickname she had given him playfully as they laid side by side, rejoicing in the mesmerizing scenery. But now, the voice that said it was panicked, vulnerable. So different from the gentle cheerful voice he had gotten so used to. And that scared him the most.
Impossibly, he turned away. Not because of fear, but by his own doubt. He knew what her fate would be, he knew how cruel he was being but what else could he do? He could only see the last fleeting glance of her terror before he bolted.
And now...
"Halcyon Ever."
He was reaped. And he had the chance to make amends, whether or not she would be there to watch him die.
A life for a life, right?
age: 21
sexuality: bisexual
height: 6'2
fc: timur simakov
[ self defense ]
[ depression ]
[ viciousness ]
[ kindness ]
~ fc: lorenzo zurzolo
~ H A D E S ~
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❝ I am there, waiting, watching, keeping to the shadows ❞
The scent of death, the wisps of spirits filled the air as he
breathed in the metallic tang slowly. This was his paradise
- one that he was forced to embrace, only because of his
fucking brother. The black obsidian floor shone with the
riches he had uncovered so deep underground. His throne,
his rightful crown gleamed as he stroked it with a thin
ghostly pale finger. Everything was silent. And he rejoiced
in the solitude.
He had learnt to forget so long ago; the bitterness, the
banishment, his longing for the ostentatious throne room
in Olympus, the gaudy colors, the marble encased statues...
Maybe he was better off in the Underworld, immersing
himself in the sorrows of the dead, having the company of
nothing but gloom and angst. Maybe it was his fate after all
- being the god of spirits and oh yeah, his new title - an
ásplachnos.
HIS POWERS
INVISIBILITY NECROMANCY RICHES
Amidst the shadows, The passing souls Beneath the surface
he cloaks himself, slumber for eternity lies irresistable riches.
with the pure chaotic embracing oblivion Glinting tantalizingly,
darkness, seamlessly. Keeper of souls. diamonds, rubies,
No one knows. Guardian of death. sapphires. All his.
H E B E the goddess of youth
~ fc: pan katya
❝ Is she even a goddess of youth? She doesn't look like it. ❞
❝ Aphrodite is way more beautiful than her. ❞
❝ How is she even fit to be here? ❞
❝ Funny she thinks she can protect humans. ❞
❝ Yeah when she can't even take care of herself. ❞
eleimon bisexual shy depressed vulnerable sweet
ℋ𝓣 he sun's magnificent rays showered on her glossy hair, the marble columns around complemented her somewhat sun-kissed skin. With a serene smile and eyes that radiated kindness, compassion, she epitomized the perfect picture of an angel. Her entire being was peace, her presence a comfort to most, yet at an closer look, one could discern the hints of sorrow, woven intricately behind those swirling orbs. The shattered memories. And the vulnerable pulsing soul.
𝓢he was alone. Nobody truly saw her as a goddess compatible to be the defender of mortals. She was just a normal being who perhaps had a gift of immortality but that was it. She couldn't summon electricity, couldn't evoke raging storms, couldn't manipulate machinery, couldn't charm and nor could she magically boost the growth of plants. Her powers were more of a gift, an offering to all, a sign of eternity. They were so so insignificant in juxtaposition to the other gods and goddesses...
𝓐nd so she closed herself off. The walls around her were thick and impenetrable, letting no one in, and letting no one out. She keeps those she has close to heart, fearing that one day she would lose everyone. Fearing that she would be left alone to wander the realms of Olympus aimlessly.
𝓗ate started burning bright and powerful. Hate towards the gods. And determination to live to see retribution.
twenty two ice wielder bisexual police officer keeper of peace
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Shouts.
That was what she heard before her pulse quickened, her
nerves tingling and her blood pulsing with adrenaline. The
sirens blared, their fluorescent colors blurring as she picked
up pace, racing towards the mass of onlookers. The
phantasmagoria of colors flashed past her, making her head
throb with the raucous excitement but she rejoiced in
everything. This was her passion. This was her responsibility.
Only when pursuing the impossible made her feel like she
was actually LIVING.
Yet, being the enforcer of the law doesn't mean she refrains
from the clandestine and illicit activities often frowned upon
by the society. More often than not, amidst the inky darkness,
one could discern a fleeting figure, lean and stealthy as she
scaled wall after wall, her fingers glowing with the icy light of
her powers. They weren't needed, definitely, but their mere
presence gave her a different kind of comfort that she hadn't
felt for years.
They belonged to her, and they would accompany her through
everything.
Nothing Althea does is for herself. The glittering diamonds,
the sacks filled to the brim with gold and twinkling with riches...
they were always distributed selflessly to those in need. True
enough, her outer appearance often marks her as indifferent,
ignorant, yet below her icy mask, her heart thrums, strong and
firm as she wanders through the realms of her existence,
oblivious to the surprise she would uncover very soon...
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Name: Althea Warneton Stats:
Age: 22 [ compassion ] ● ● ○ ○ ○ ○
Sexuality: bisexual [ selflessness ] ● ● ● ● ● ○
Face claim: bridget satterlee [ courage ] ● ● ● ● ● ●
Nickname: thea [ expressiveness ] ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○
Gender: female [ stubbornness ] ● ● ● ● ○ ○
Powers: cryokinesis [ deadliness ] ● ● ● ● ● ●
twenty female bisexual killer tribute district 7 ☭
Him.
She winced as his name was announced, slowly and deliberately
from the lips of the escort, reverberating in the air. The square
was eerily silent; no one knew what the name Briar Madeira meant
to her. No one knew why she clenched her fist tightly, licked her
cracked lips anxiously; no one knew why her shoulders were tensed
and why her gaze was unfocused. No one knew they were related.
Cassie didn't feel any love towards him, not when his mother had
been damn unfaithful, both to his dad, and to hers. She had grown
up despising the boy, refusing to acknowledge the bond between
them and refusing to sympathize when his parents died. Why
should she? It wasn't as if she needed to... hell, she didn't even
know them properly except for the occasional curt nods and the
burning stares she had thrown in their way since she found out
the truth. Their relationship, if there had ever been one, was only
full of contempt and his blissful ignorance. How naive.
But why was she so concerned all of the sudden? Why did she feel...
sparks of worry all of the sudden, especially as his eyes swept over
the audience, his lips set and his face grim? Why? She didn't have
more time to muse before the worst shock ever made her keel over
in dizziness.
No, no...
If she were to die, it would never be with him.
She never wanted to have anything, anything at all to do with him...
Fuck.
Cassiopeia Bellamy, the escort repeated as she struggled to dispel the horrifying thoughts of them both dying together. Him finding out
about her... about her parents... about the truth...
This is going to be a hell lot of fun.
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Name: Cassiopeia Bellamy Stats:
Age: 20 [ compassion ] ● ● ○ ○ ○ ○
Sexuality: bisexual [ determination ] ● ● ● ● ● ○
Face claim: natalia castellar [ deadliness ] ● ● ● ● ● ●
Nickname: cassie [ patience ] ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○
Gender: female [ loyalty ] ● ● ● ● ○ ○
ELLIPSIS ALAIN
↪ 17, female, pansexual, non-bender
The youngest princess of Spirit Kingdom,
the weight of her crown, perhaps it was
just too much...
fc: amelia zadro
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fc: lydia graham
May your 𝓐𝓝𝓒𝓗𝓞𝓡 be tight pirate earth wielder
your 𝓒𝓞𝓡𝓚 be
your be 𝓡𝓤𝓜 be spiced 25 asexual carpenter female
and your 𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓟𝓐𝓢𝓢 be true
The saltiness in the air, the swiftness of the sea breeze, the monotonous rocking of the ship, the sparkling blue seas... this was home, this was the anchor that held her in place after so many years of wandering aimlessly in Aeonian. This was the first place where she felt like she belonged.
Fumbling at the coarse wood in her palms, thousands of ideas ran through her head, whirling at high speed. So many abstract thoughts, so many possibilities, the rush of exhilaration... the sharp glinting knife embedded itself in the soft raw wood, slowly and deliberately, carving intricate swirls and loops reminiscent of the waves. In her world of motifs and art, there was only the serenity of blissfulness.
Yet, despite her sense of belonging, the woman still struggled to keep afloat. Amidst the chaos, amidst the raucous noise, she struggled to fit in, to forget her past and everything that ceased to haunt her. But no matter how much she tried, perhaps she would always be an outcast. Perhaps she would sink one day, perhaps her life would be ending soon, but before that, she would make this voyage on the Odyssey unforgettable.
She would hold on to the only family she had until her fingers couldn't bear the strain any longer. She would grit her teeth and love every one of the crew with all her heart until she finally slipped.
Into icy death... into oblivion...
"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Just in what they are.”
"Everyone sees what you appear to be,
few experience what you really are.”
INCIDENT WITNESS STATEMENT FORM
Statement Date: 12/02/2020
DETAILS OF WITNESSIncident Date: 12/01/2019
Name: WILL BAYNE
Address: 4605 Hanifan Lane
City: Atlanta
Home Phone: (404) 448 - 8284STATEMENT:
(Alright, let's start from the beginning - ) Just start and stop wasting my time you fucking asshole - (Right, sir, i would need your full cooperation for - ) Shut the hell up. I'm here, I'm cooperating. What do you fucking want?
(We will start with the basics first. What's your name?) Will Bayne. (And how old - ) Twenty four. (What relationshi - ) Roommates. He was my roommate in college. And anything further doesn't concern you. (Interrogation paused as the witness was given time to calm himself down)
(Sir, are you able to continue - ) Yes, just fucking get over with this. (What were you doing the night Leo Medina disappeared?) Spying. (Could you elaborate more on this?) I was spying. Don't you understand what spying is? The act of obtaining secret or confidential information or divulging of the same without the permission of the holder of the information. (Please don't make this difficult, Mr Bayne. I know this is mentally exhausting for yo - ) Shut up. Just ask whatever stupid questions you have and leave me alone. (Right. Who were you spying on?) Max and Name. They were having sex. Disgusting bastards, totally inexperienced, spit flying everywhere as if they couldn't get enough of each other... I'm glad though, Leo deserves someone so much better than that filthy woman, lying hoe. (Hold on, Name, as in Leo's girlfriend?) Yes. (What did you do next?) I left after a few minutes, and not gonna lie, the sounds they were making were just unbearable. So I headed back to the bar and grabbed a few drinks along with the others. I danced with Name for a while later and before you ask, yes, she was hot. But she's not my type, thank you very much. (What about Leo? Was anything unusual about him that night?) Unusual? He's always unusual. Leo's a unique, interesting, fun guy. He's compassionate and. I mean, he would always sympathize with me and we would share everything no matter how embarrassing it is... I just... (By unusual, I mean, different from usual. Was there anything off about him?) Off? I don't think so. He was a tad bit tipsy and that's all I guess. At least he was okay until he saw what Max did with his girl. Gods, he was damn angry. Guy literally yelled and threw everything within his reach. Crazy as hell. Soon everyone joined in, taking sides.. it was just pure chaos.
(Did you notice Leo leaving afterwards?) I took pictures of course. The scene was too precious to ignore. And then I saw him leaving through the back door and I followed him but he said he was alright. He - he said he just needed fresh air. Angel was there as well. They kissed I think, and I left them alone. The next thing I knew, he was gone. Just like this. He just vanished. And never came back. I never got to tell him how much he meant to me, how much I appreciated his support...
(Kid - ) It's all my fault. If I had stopped him, he wouldn't have disappeared. (Will - Mr Baynes - ) Shit, he could be dead and I - I (Will Baynes. Our interrogation is over now and you're free to go. If we have any further questions, we'll contact you as soon as possible.) Yes yes just leave me. (Thank you for your time.)You do solemnly swear that the evidence you shall give in this matter shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and may be presented to a magistrate or a judge in lieu of your sworn testimony at a preliminary examination. Any false statement you make that you do not believe to be true may subject you to criminal punishment as a class "A" demeanor.
THE ABOVE STATEMENTS WERE MADE BY ME OF MY OWN FREE WILL.
SIGNATURE:DATE: 12/02/2020 TIME: 6:45 PM
WITNESS:DATE: 12/02/2020 TIME: 6:45 PM
Statement Date: 12/02/2020
DETAILS OF WITNESSIncident Date: 12/01/2020
Name: SORAYA BELL
Address: 3028 Stronghill Road
City: Atlanta
Home Phone: (404) 448 - 8284STATEMENT:
(Alright, let's start.) Yes yes, oh officer, did they tell you how handsome you look in this suit? No? (Ms - ) Bell. I'm Soraya Bell. And you are? (I'm afraid my name doesn't concern both you and this interrogation.) Well damn, what do you want to know anyways?
(First of all, tell me your relationship with the victim Nadine Volkov.) Ohhh Nadine was such a sweet girl. Me and her and some other girls are always hanging out together during the weekends. And our outings are always so fun! We would grab ice cream, loads of chocolate, swoon at pretty boys near the shopping complex... (Where were you on the day of the incident?) Which incident? Nadine? Or Leo? (Nadine.) I was uhhh I can't remember to be honest, like I kinda have a memory of me and Name hiking through the jungles and bird-watching, wait. Was it that day or the day before? Sorry, I'm rather much of a scatter-brain, I really can't remember what I was doing, you see, my routine's pretty much the same: eating, sleeping, breathing, studying, hanging out with Name, Name and Nadine. (Were you with Nadine the day she was murdered?) No definitely not. I was nowhere near her house, that I am very certain of. But when her mom called me, I just had to go to her house; she sounded rather frantic and upset. I was shocked as well. Nadine. Beautiful, sweet Nadine was lying on the ground with blood pooling all around her. I couldn't scream, my thoughts were jumbled. Who could do such a thing to her? I mean, she's kind and doesn't really have enemies...
(What did you do afterwards?) I asked Mrs Volkov to phone the police of course. I'm not an idiot. You know, I'm taking Biology as my major and I know how to assess her injuries... From the looks of it, her second and third ribs were snapped and apparently, the knife punctured her stomach and her liver, and ohh yes, it damaged her lungs as well since her fingertips were bluish gray - the sign of oxygen deficiency. It must've been a painful death, she was suffocating before she died of blood loss and organ failure... (Hmm well interesting - what about Leo Medina? Did you know him?) Ermm, well, we kinda gossiped about him all the time, like, he's cute. And hot. But no, I was never personally acquainted with him but it seems that he and Nadine were friends so I guess. Well I don't know.
(Alright, thanks for your time, Ms Bell.) Thank you, have a wonderful day. (If we have more questions, we'll call you in. Keep in touch.) Definitely. I do hope that you catch the heartless murderer soon. He deserves a slow and painful death after all that he'd done to Nadine.You do solemnly swear that the evidence you shall give in this matter shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and may be presented to a magistrate or a judge in lieu of your sworn testimony at a preliminary examination. Any false statement you make that you do not believe to be true may subject you to criminal punishment as a class "A" demeanor.
THE ABOVE STATEMENTS WERE MADE BY ME OF MY OWN FREE WILL.
SIGNATURE:DATE: 12/02/2020 TIME: 8:45 PM
WITNESS:
"A little bit of childhood
that can never be lost.”
"I do not want to be treated like a princess,
I just want to be loved.”
EMBELLISHED BY
𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇
"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Just in what they are.”
"Everyone sees what you appear to be,
few experience what you really are.”
"A little bit of childhood
that can never be lost.”
"I do not want to be treated like a princess,
I just want to be loved.”
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine
rage the likes of which you would not believe.”
¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ ｄＩ𝓥ｉ𝐒ίᗝ𝓷 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•
𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟭
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
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𝐁 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃Dresses, clothes, makeup... they had always been her life - part of her.
Perhaps that was why she accepted the position as assistant of disguises despite knowing full well that Division was notorious for its violence and mysteries. Perhaps it was the ache and the hollow yearning for a family - a sense of belonging - that made her step away from the foster home whose whitewashed walls had quickly become suffocating, into a new home where assassins, scientists, geniuses and tech-savvy engineers dwelled and thrived.
Indeed, the naïve bubbly girl was never perfect for a job that witnessed countless bloodshed, gore and brutality. Yet, Division called out for her, just like they did for numerous convicted criminals - maybe she was not that different from them after all.
Or at least, she was slowly learning to become one of them - an innocent soul tainted by the darkness enveloping her as the days passed.
¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ ｄＩ𝓥ｉ𝐒ίᗝ𝓷 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•
𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟮
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
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𝐁 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃He could only remember the pain.
Years of hard work, of his staring at the computer screen until his vision got blurry and his eyes red and puffy - they couldn't be for nothing, right? It was almost ridiculous, how one single accident could rob him of his career, his life.
Crimson blood leaked out from beneath him, black spots dancing at the edge of his vision - he couldn't move, couldn't speak... Perhaps this was the end.
And he closed his eyes, embracing the darkness, only to open them a month later, strapped to a bed, machines sustaining his oh-so fragile life. He should've felt glad; grateful even for the second chance in life.
There was no one in sight. Not even a soul as he raised himself painfully.
Hello?
His eyes widened in horror, mouth opening and closing yet he could hear nothing.
Fuck - was he deaf? Or mute? He didn't know. The only thing he did know was that he was still screaming and struggling when the specialists came to take him away - to his new workplace.
A second chance in life: but he should've known the price he had to pay for it.
¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ ｄＩ𝓥ｉ𝐒ίᗝ𝓷 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•
𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟯
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
┌───
───┘
𝐁 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃He no longer knew what to feel.
The feeling of blood - slick and warm under his fingers, the feeling of control when he was the one with the knife, watching the light leave his victims' eyes... But instead of horror, he felt
Pleasure.
Exhilaration.
Since young, Jordan had been shaped into a weapon, honed for battles and built for violence. Never once did he questioned his sanity, never once did he questioned the morals of Division - what they made him do. Killing was part of him and he no longer felt the guilt churning in his gut whenever he performed his missions.
Many had looked at him and sighed, proclaiming his life completely wasted. A failure indeed.
But maybe all he needed was just a shot of warmth in his life, some hint of love peeking through the corners of the darkness enveloping him. A hug, some sunshine - perhaps they might soften his soul.
¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ ｄＩ𝓥ｉ𝐒ίᗝ𝓷 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•
𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟰
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
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𝐁 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃A ball of goof, spiced with blazing hot temper - that's just who Kylie is.
Many would've instantly dismissed the bubbly, seemingly empty-headed girl but apparently not Division. Instead, her natural instincts and her incredibly accurate read on people has earned her a spot as one of the recruit instructors, specifically one that is tasked to prowl amidst the crowd of new talents, handpicking only those she had deemed worthy to be part of Division.
Kylie isn't oblivious - she might not be the brightest but she pays attention to the details, noting every single change with her well-honed eyes. It isn't often one gets to hear laughter in the bleary compounds of the Division but the girl radiates positivity and pure joy whenever she goes. Whether it is heated yelling or raucous laughter, the recruit instructor is never a bore to be around with and definitely one of those whose mood would never be dampened by the gloomy atmosphere of her workspace.
¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ ｄＩ𝓥ｉ𝐒ίᗝ𝓷 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•
𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟱
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
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𝐁 𝐈 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃Perhaps it would be fitting to say that Liam's life had been spent seeking for attention.
It was never enough - no matter what he did, nothing could pry his parents away from their jobs and their heated passion with money. He had tried smoking, fell in love with it actually, the nicotine and the endless swirl of ashes an escape from reality for the boy.
He used to care a lot about what people thought of him, his days spent just to perfect his reputation and shape his personality but now? He found that he didn't care as much anymore, preferring to loiter around and just live his life to the fullest, whether it is drowning himself in alcohol or even flirting his way through malls.
His parents hadn't cared about him, so why should he care about anyone? Or care about himself at all?
And so he fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of corruption, his life spiraling out of control as he blatantly refused to anchor himself.
female twenty one bisexual three
───── THE ASSASSINNo one could ever know the mysteries buried and hidden under the layers of wealth.
The daughter of one of the richest businessmen in Sumner, Elektra has always been showered with lavish feasts, intricate jewelery and soft satin dresses. Yet she had never liked the attention. The gilded mansion of theirs felt like a prison, and no matter how beautiful it was - it sucked the air out of her, trapping her restless soul inside with endless etiquette lessons and the monotonous drawl of her tutors.
She wanted more - she had an entire fortune waiting for her, the glitters of her gold seemed to beckon to her, prompting her to do something with it. The ends of the world were waiting for her, the possibilities endless and the opportunities so vast. She could be anything, everything.
But somewhere in her mind, she opted for violence. The first time her skin came in contact with a knife, she felt the thrill of exilaration that changed the course of her life. The connection she felt to the sleek weapon: it was as if she had finally found her soulmate, the veil obscuring her vision clearing at once, leaving her breathless at the stark clarity of the world.
She was bored.
And young.
And she was ready for blood.
female 24 homosexual casteless
───── THE FORGOTTEN CHILDShe wasn't supposed to be born.
The moment she embraced the world, felt its swift winds on her tender skin, she was deemed homeless, useless even by her biological parents - the king and a commoner who fled the instant she had uttered her first cry. There was no love, no affection surrounding her childhood - only brutal training and the curious glances of the her fellow rebels who took her in as a valuable asset.
Leia had the eyes of her father, her willowy body holding the power and grace of a natural-born leader. Growing up amidst those shunned by both the general public and the upper castes, she was a lethal blade whose anger is honed perfectly - adequate to bring down the entire country with both her status and her viciousness.
She is quiet, yes - dangerously so. With her years of training, it isn't long before Leia marched into the palace, with the intent of burning the place down to the ground etched deeply in her head, ready to reclaim her crown. As the queen of Illea.
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𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝟬𝟬𝟲
𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . . . 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎
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𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃Thousands of veils covered Division, the secrets heavily guarded as he attempted to pry them away, layer by layer. He had the charm - a smile innocent yet dazzling enough to obtain information. He had the skills and the sharp instincts gifted to him since young. A spy through and through - disguised as a recruit.
He knew something was off: people were disappearing and Quincy - Fin's lips quirked slightly at the thought of his boss, her exasperated huffs and eye rolls - she had so generously offered him the opportunity to prove himself and he was never going to let that slide so easily.
So what if he was risking his own damn life? So what if he had to sacrifice his sleep to meet up with her to deliver his reports?
Fin knew maintaining his cover was never easy; but it was the electrifying thrill that had him yearning for more.
male twenty six bisexual casteless
───── THE REBELIt's no secret that Az was never raised to be a leader.
It had always been Kraz - Kraz that was calm and collected, Kraz that everyone had high hopes on - never him. But his life went to hell the day the rebellion was formed, when dozens of eyes were fixated on him: with hope, with fear and with obedience. He didn't know what to do, didn't know how to act like the perfect second in command the rebels pictured him as.
Leadership scared him more than he was willing to admit, and the distance slowly growing in between him and his childhood best friend drilled an irreplaceable hole in his heart. Az hated to admit this but he was losing his mind, piece by piece.
Not by becoming a hollow, empty shell but an emotionless killing machine, obeying a series of commands imputed into his mind by his own vulnerability.
Being part of the rebellion no longer felt like something he wanted to do - it became what he should do instead.
And Az no longer knew what he truly wanted and perhaps this was the only thing that he knew: he was no longer in control of his own life.
female twenty five bi three
───── THE HANDMAIDENIt has always been hard for her - watching over the royal children frolicking around with the realization that she would never have the chance to raise her own kids herself. It was poverty that had her turning to the palace: lavishness raining down on its inhabitants generously, the marble statues ethereal and rich wine trickling down the throats of the nobles, glasses clinking together in whimsical melodies. The palace was a stark contrast to her own home where the only sound one could decipher was the grumbling of their bellies. In indignation, in hunger and in sorrow.
Serene could hardly believe her own eyes at the ebony columns swirling around her, the crisp green grass cushioning the vast lands of Illea and at the opportunity presented to her, neatly wrapped up in a package. It was almost… too good to be true. In fact, it was in that pivotal moment that the girl left everything she used to be behind her, picking a new trail that burned bright and fierce, one that led her to the princes whom she would eternally serve.
The crossroads laid in front of her, unmoving. As if urging the girl to choose wisely. And she did, plunging herself into the one that promised luxury and rays of sunshine - the one that had her fate intertwining with Princess Seraphine’s no matter where she went.
female twenty two bisexual three
───── THE UNEXPECTEDEverything about her was unpredictable - she is an enigmatic turmoil of wonders, layers of her character spun intricately in her smile, perhaps radiating warmth, perhaps shining with unfaltering curiosity.
Mea is the light whisk of spring breeze, gentle yet unforgettable. As she breezes through the palace, absorbing its undiluted wealth and uncovering its buried secrets, she takes care to remain insignificant. Unimportant. Yet the girl leaves her mark, deep in the hearts of the royals, deep in the stone foundations of the palace. She waltzes into Enzo’s life, unexpectedly, just as her entire being was - ever the unexpected.
But now? It seemed that someone was wanting more from her; someone wanted her to compete for Enzo’s hand, to rule over Illea with her wisdom, her humor and her compassion. She loved Illea, yes, and she loved Enzo as a friend. But she couldn’t - the weight of the crown, the prospect of getting involved with the prince whom she cared deeply for as a friend - she couldn’t do this, couldn’t step up into the spotlights when her whole life had spent being in the sidelines.
Her gaze fell upon the man who had once been her friend, the prince who had once laughed and cried with her unashamedly. And for the first time in her life, she felt a crack forming and spreading within her. Swiftly, mercilessly.
"I don't give a fuck."
But not yet.
The trained assassin swept her dark eyes over the place, her delicate features carefully arranged into a sweet innocuous smile. In fact, she looked exquisite. Beautiful even. Her hair was swept upwards daintily, coiling and embellished by tiny gleaming clips that resembled the night sky. Her leather jacket shone under the dim lights, a lone golden chain rested serenely on her neck.
Her entire demeanor practically screamed wealth. Rich and spoiled and perhaps somewhat empty headed: that was how she presented herself to those curious wandering gazes. And she encouraged those false illusions, basking in their obliviousness and their naivety. This is going to be interesting.
The ostentatious palace was adequate to blow the sanity of any girl away - but not her. Its crystal chandeliers gleamed and its gilded walls glittered with luxury, the enigmatic, tastefully decorated ornaments giving the place an air of calmness. There he stood, his head ridiculously high, his crisp suit impossibly neat. Fools - they were all fools to be swooning over him.
Enzo Schreave.
She shouldn't be here.
Her steps felt heavy, every single one of them made the dread intensify in her heart. Everything felt wrong - the way her hair was styled, the way her dress flowed gently in waves of the palest blue... she was beautiful, but the thoughts that swirled in her mind - they were tangled together in the most hideous ways, her head throbbing with her every effort to keep a calm smile on her face.
The palace was no foreign place to her. In fact, she had practically grown up here, her every memory encompassing those elegant portraits, the jewels adorning the grand rooms, the steaming food and the polished cutlery... undoubtedly, she had left her mark on them as she raced through the silent hallways with Enzo, laughing and yelling without a care in the world.
Enzo -
The way his name surfaced in her mind was completely new. She could hardly believe the drastic change a single Report could have on her life. One sentence, just one and she found herself not looking at the palace with warmth filling her body but chilly fear. Who - who the hell had signed her up for this nightmarish ordeal? She couldn't extricate herself, she couldn't do anything at all when the reporter whom she had known so well glanced suspiciously at her, the gesture inconspicuous enough that no one except for her caught his unease. The question in his eyes: it made her gut churn with uncertainty just before his lips formed those words.
Mea Kensington.
Her entire world tilted sideways, the clamminess she felt snaking its way through her body... she felt like throwing up. She didn't dare to look at Enzo, didn't dare to utter a single sound when the Report was still airing to thousands, or even millions of people in Illea. Her dark lashes fluttered and her heart thumped violently. How would she face him? How could she tell him that she had absolutely no idea how her name got selected? Enzo meant the world to her and whenever he set his eyes upon her, she always felt unmistakable pride welling up from deep within her.
Yet, as she neared the couch where he was lounging, where his gaze fell upon her face once again, she felt the light inside her dimming, as if his eyes were depthless whirlpools aimed to suck away every beacon of hope that resided in her.
She merely averted her gaze.
"Your Highness," she curtsied, politely and gracefully. Her head remained on the ground, her posture radiating enigmatic power. But she knew the prince could see through her mask better than anyone else could. And she knew he could sense her conflicting emotions. But whether he interpreted them as nerves or something else, she didn't know. Mea knew the Selection had already put a strain to their relationship and as docile as the girl usually was, she vowed that she would make whoever that was responsible for this pay.
Whoever that did this to her - they would face the simmering wrath of the demon - the one howling with rage and fear inside her.
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twenty one · female · heterosexual · princess of kent · noble
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H U N T I N G T O N C H A R A C T E R S
- click on the pictures for more information -Wealth, luxuries and gold. Cladded in gems and satin, the island is a feverish dream of parties and wine. Dancers twirled across the room in frilly frocks, men in crisp suits charmed ladies with their seductive undertones, sparkling cocktail and delicate desserts balanced impeccably on crystal dishes...
Everything is a blur of bliss, every sensation making one's nerves spark with electrifying thrills. The Huntington Estate might be blessed with wondrous delights, yet there is no escaping the looming horrors and darker secrets buried deep within its foundations.
The opulent masks glittering enigmatically under the soft glows of those chandeliers only blind us from those sins committed by most dwelling on the island.
"We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken."
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I. BLAZING COLORS
II. THE PAINTING
III. IRRESISTABLE THIRST
AESA LEVI ━ female, 27 [ ☀ ] healer ━ CELIMOR
Aesa is the sun. The glowing light illuminating the white-washed skies. The first rays shimmering in the horizon, bold splashes of golden meeting the tender drips of pink and orange, embellished by tinges of bright red around the edges...
The ruler of the universe. The one body where the other planets revolve around - yet so fiery, so volatile. Indeed, one small flicker of her flames is deadly. It's sizzling, burning agony when the dormant core inside her exploded in infernos of red, yellow and white. She could be the center of destruction, of pain, yet she'd chosen to let her warmth trickle from between her fingertips, slowly and meticulously, bringing light and sunshine and blessings towards the poorer districts selflessly.
The magnificence in her bloodline has made her invaluable - a weapon even, in the eyes of many. But Aesa had long ago sworn an oath. To her ancestors. To the people whom she bore their last name.
━ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚂 ━
+ loyal, honest, driven, focused, determined
= conventional, stubborn, oblivious
- snarky, blunt, indifferent
♡ healing, herbs, nature, books
✗ stupidity, blasphemy, discrimination, vanity━━ She'd sworn to be a healer.
To do good and to do no harm. ━━
❝ Sometimes, I don't think I'm like everyone else. Maybe I've never been and will never be. ❞
AKANE ━ female, 18 [ ✴ ] you don't mess with me ━ FIRE PRINCESS
I. PROLOGUE
Embers sparked under her fingers, the swirls of white smoke that followed almost poetic under the dim glow of the chandelier. There she was - the sole living being in a hall full of treasures, secrets, and murmurs she picked up with her sharp ears as she pressed her face close to the tightly shut door.
The Avatar... war... air nomads... death...
Footsteps sounded. But she never shifted her position, her eyes fixated on the dark eyes that bore into her own coldly.
"Azulon," she nodded, her flames arching and flickering into shapes of burned down villages, scattered carcasses, and grotesque forms that seemed vaguely like beheaded humans.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
II. CHAPTER X
Dangerous.
There was no other word to describe the power she brought down upon the man who pleaded for mercy under her feet. Perhaps not as dangerous as her brother, but the raw power that sizzled in the air almost - just almost - rivaled the one she'd watched mesmerized every day.
And she closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of singing flesh, the faraway screams of the man significantly subdued under the sheer amount of heat that enveloped them.
Still, she didn't stop.
III. EPILOGUE
"What would you like to do when you grow up?"
Akane remembered the question from her father as clearly as if he just asked her that yesterday.
"I want to be like you," she replied unhesitatingly, her clear eyes never once leaving the wrinkled face of Sozin.
"And Azulon," she added after an inclination of her head.
Behind them, their mother stifled a sob as she pressed her lace handkerchief towards her mouth. The princess fingered the bow strapped to her lithe frame, her fingertips glowing with heat and determination.
Sozin showed the smallest hint of a smile.
"Well then," he waved his hand towards the door.
Dark eyes met her brown ones unflinchingly.
She never knew whether she answered that question correctly that day.
━━ Her blood, her soul, her breath
belonged to the Fire Nation. ━━
━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 ━
[ 名 ] akane
[ 年 ] 18
[ 性 ] cis-female, demisexual homoromantic
[ 顔 ] karen fujii
[ 国 ] fire nation princess
[ 家 ] fire nation royals
[ 力 ] fire bender
[ 強 ] loyal, honest, driven, focused
[ 弱 ] cunning, ruthless, competitive, merciless
❝ You're an idiot if you think I chose this life for myself. ❞
HA-NEUL ━ female, 28 [ ☄ ] revenge, revenge, revenge ━ AIR NOMAD
I. PROLOGUE
"Papa? What's fire like?"
Cold seeped through her torn mittens, the snow outside their shabby hut seemed to be a never-ending stream of crystals - except, it seemed to taunt her the more she tried to summon the image of a crackling hearth.
The man beside her lifted his wrinkly arms, covering her small hands with his own, heat seeping through her veins as she leaned closer into his embrace.
And he began whispering.
The wonders of glowing coal, the tinge of red amidst endless seas of black, the smell of cinnamon, hot tea, roast chicken...
She smiled, her eyes fluttering close. It seemed so real the moment they did, chasing away the bitter thoughts that flooded her mind just a moment ago.
Not long now, Agi*. She heard him say.
"Spring is coming."
II. CHAPTER X
She smelt fire before her eyes registered the scene in front of them. But it didn't smell of cinnamon or hot tea or roast chicken. Neither did she feel the same comforting warmth she imagined.
It smelt like death.
And she could see fear spreading through the eyes of her family. Her neighbours. Her people.
"Run, Agi," a low voice sounded, urgent and firm.
"But Papa-"
"The soldiers are coming. It's time for us to go. But you have a long life in front of you. Promise me you would avenge us. Promise me that you will find peace and justice somewhere else."
Footsteps neared.
Tears glistened in her eyes but she knew he was telling her the truth.
This wasn't the fire they talked about longingly during cold winter nights.
This fire was destined to kill. To destroy. To dominate.
"I love you, Ha-nuel."
His grip slipped as the world turned into a sea of crimson and gold.
III. EPILOGUE
She didn't know how long she'd been running. Through abandoned villages, ducking the low branches, a wisp of air sheltering her from breathing in the soot and toxic fumes that suspended in the air.
She'd heard the soldiers whisper among themselves earlier. The smoke would kill those who weren't burned.
But somehow, she kept going, her muscles burning but she was alive.
Alive and afraid.
Somewhere in the distance, a pair of cold eyes bore into her soul. She would kill that man.
Unspoken words choked her as her old home crumbled under layers of ashes.
"I love you too, Papa."
━━ She is a ghost
of the person she used to be. ━━
━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 ━
[ 名 ] ha-neul / hani
[ 年 ] 28
[ 性 ] cis-female, heterosexual
[ 顔 ] kim hye yoon
[ 国 ] air nomad residing amidst the southern water tribes
[ 家 ] no known family, more info
[ 力 ] air bender
[ 強 ] focused, skilled warrior, charming, determined, sarcastic, detailed
[ 弱 ] vengeful, self-deprecating, stubborn, inability to voice her emotions
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AKANE ( profile ) HA-NUEL ( profile ) YUAN JUN ( profile ) NAME ( profile )
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The reason I hold onto you
is because you're a part of me.
li yang
arrivan crown prince, 28, hetero
wielder of water and air.He was damn tired of pretending.
Born surrounded by lavishes and riches, Li was in every way the epitome of a prince, the jewel of the Arrivan royal family. For years, the gilded palace, the cloying perfumes filling the air, the lukewarm baths embellished with delicate rose petals and the rich suits with touches of golden threads had been part of him - his identity, his pride. For years, the boy had been contented being the crown prince of Arrivan. Why shouldn't he? He had siblings whom he deeply cared for, his parents who showered him with nothing but love. He was happy, grateful even.
Yet, as he grew, darkness began seeping into his clean pure soul. How Li yearned to return to the days when all that he saw was the opulent mask his parents wore every day instead of the morbid political schemes churning underneath their artificial smiles. He wasn't as oblivious as he pretended to be now; he was never the innocent cute boy he used to be anymore. Li saw everything and he absorbed them, pondering through the bloodthirsty strategies the queen had crammed in his mind calmly but never intending leaning towards that path of bloodshed.
Perhaps he would grow up into another version of his mother - people do tend to see him as the miniature of Queen Daiyu. To the public, he was a novelty, a mystery as he wandered through the realms of his existence, careful to hide his true self from almost everyone. It wasn't his pride, nor was it his insecurity.
It was his fear.
Fear that there might be a day when he discovered the truth that he was just as despicable and power-hungry as his ancestors. Fear that his true self wasn't as pleasant as he believed.
And perhaps he was letting his fear dominate his entire being way too much.
