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↪[Ｆｕｌｌ Ｎａｍｅ] Odette Montague
↪[Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ] Female
↪[Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ] Straight
↪[Ａｇｅ] Looks 19, is 120
↪[Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ/Ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ] Vampire
↪[Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ] With silky black hair and silver eyes, Odette is the embodiment of cold beauty. Her pale ivory skin is a contrast to her hair.
➸[Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ] English-born French
➸[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 5'5
➸[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 60 KG
➸[Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ] Black
➸[Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ] Silver
➸[Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ] Soft core-black chic
➸[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ᴏʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋs] Her body is free of such imperfections.
➸[Pᴏᴡᴇʀs/Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs/Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs] Bakes really good croissants, can manipulate blood
↪[Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ]
➸[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] As previously mentioned, Odette is the embodiment of cold beauty which means she won't hesitate to make blood pour out of every hole of your body until you're bone dry.
➸[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☯ Solititude
☯ French Pastries
☯ Cassian Draeven
☯ Aesthetic stickers
➸[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☯ Garlic (Because of the taste, not the myth)
☯ Assholes
☯ Talking
☯ Incompetent Idiots
↪[Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ]
In 1904, the Montagues considered it a curse when their first child was born a daughter. Mr. Montague blamed his wife without hesitation.
“It’s your fault, Gabrielle!” Montague shouted, clutching at his hair as the infant wailed.
Gabrielle sniffed, fingers tightening around her pearls. She did not reach for the child.
“I won’t have her,” Montague said coldly. “Get rid of it. The next one had better be a boy.”
He seized the cot and strode toward the front doors of their manor, summoning a servant with a sharp call.
“Take this child and leave her in the street,” he ordered. “I don’t care where.”
The servant obeyed. He always did.
At the edge of a narrow cobblestone gutter, he set the cot down and turned to go. The air shifted. Not wind, not sound, but something folding in on itself.
A man and a woman stepped forward as if from nowhere.
The woman’s hair was a deep, unnatural violet, her presence heavy enough to make the servant’s breath catch. She looked almost like a goddess. He crossed himself instinctively. There was only Christ, he reminded himself. Only Christ.
“Whose child is this?” the woman asked, her English flawless.
“My master’s,” the servant said, eyes lowered. “He ordered me to abandon her.”
“Give her to us,” the man said softly.
Fear crept up the servant’s spine, but his hands moved anyway. He lifted the cot and placed it into the man’s grasp.
The woman moved faster than thought. She drove the servant to the ground, her mouth pressing to his neck. There was no pain at first. Only emptiness.
The man touched the infant’s hand, and Odette cried sharply. He drank just enough.
Her cries faded. Her eyes opened, no longer blue, but shining silver.
“Much better,” the man murmured. “Silver suits you.”
Behind him, the woman straightened. With a careless flick of her wrist, the servant dissolved into pale mist, as though he had never existed.
“Come,” she said, wiping her lips with a handkerchief. “We have what we came for.”
“Yes,” the man replied, smiling down at the child. “Let us go.”
They vanished, leaving the street empty.
serial number - #001
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︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶
🌟 General Info 🌟
˚୨୧⋆｡ Name: Artemis Trix
˚୨୧⋆｡ Nicknames: No.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Species: Arachne-blooded
˚୨୧⋆｡ Age: 17
˚୨୧⋆｡ Gender: Male
˚୨୧⋆｡ Sexuality: Bisexual
˚୨୧⋆｡ Pronouns: He~Him
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fun Fact: He loves cats ˚₊‧✩
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💫 Appearance 💫
˚୨୧⋆｡ Appearance: Artemis has raven black hair, sharp amber eyes that glow in the dark, and a lean, athletic build. He usually wears black leather gloves to hide his web-weaving fingertips, and his clothes are simple but stylish — usually dark, fitted, and practical.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Signature Feature: His extra eyes appear only in darkness, which gives him an eerie, but captivating look. His retractable claws are often hidden under his gloves but come out when he needs them.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Abilities/Traits: Artemis is quick, agile, and has heightened reflexes. His enhanced senses allow him to move silently and detect danger before it strikes.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Facecard: ![Arachne-Blooded]
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)💥 Special Powers: Artemis can crawl up walls with ease, and his venomous bite paralyzes his enemies for a short time. His ability to weave unbreakable silk makes him an expert in creating traps.
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🌙 Background 🌙
˚୨୧⋆｡ Backstory: He was raised spoiled and happy. Until one day, he found out why web grows from his fingertips. He found out when he accidently wrapped his little sister in silk, suffocating her to death. His mother was terrified for him and sent him away, too devastated and ashamed to see his face. Artemis found the academy for mythical creatures and thought he had a chance
˚୨୧⋆｡ What Drives Him: The thrill of competition, proving he’s the best, and toying with anyone who thinks they can challenge him.
˚୨୧⋆｡ How He Reacts Under Pressure: Ice in his veins. If he’s losing, he’s adapting. If he’s winning, he’s savoring it.
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💖 Personality 💖
˚୨୧⋆｡ Personality: Confident, calculating, and ruthless with a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. He doesn’t waste time with weaklings but respects a challenge. When he’s amused, he’s playful. When he’s bored, he’s dangerous.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Crush/Partner Type: Someone who keeps him on his toes—smart, sharp, and just as unyielding as he is. Bonus points if they have secrets.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Favorite Song: Something sleek and dark, like Bad Guy by Billie Eilish or Black Sheep by Metric.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Favorite Book: He doesn’t read much, but when he does, it’s strategy books or stories about predators.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Favorite Hobby: Testing limits—his own and others'. He enjoys sparring, parkour, and leaving people wrapped in his webs (literally or metaphorically).
✨ Romantic Style: A tease with a bite. He’s not the type to fall easily, but when he does, he makes sure they know they’re his.
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🌷 Little Extras 🌷
˚୨୧⋆｡ Quirks: When deep in thought, he absentmindedly weaves small silk designs between his fingers. Has an eerie ability to stay perfectly still when observing someone.
˚୨୧⋆｡ In Relationships: Friends? He calls them “allies” until they prove their worth. Lovers? He plays rough, but he protects what’s his. Enemies? He enjoys the chase.
˚୨୧⋆｡ Secrets: He once wrapped someone in silk just to see how long they’d stay trapped. The answer? Long enough.
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︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ⭑︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑
serial number - #002
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“You’d cry too if your hair got tangled in kelp every morning.”
–Moodboard–
“I will actually scream.”
〈〈INFORMATION〉〉
〈FULL NAME〉 Dani Rivera
〈NAME MEANING〉 The name Dani means God Is My Judge (and she judges back.)
〈AGE & YEAR〉 16 Years Old, Year Two
〈BIRTHDAY〉 Seventh Day of the Seventh Month (July 7th)
〈BIRTH FLOWER〉 Water Lily
〈BIRTHSTONE〉 Ruby
〈GENDER〉 Female Naiad
〈SEXUALITY〉 Heterosexual
“Fuck me, that river is gorgeous.”
〈〈APPEARANCE〉〉
Photo:
Face Claim: (TBD)
Description:
Long, ink-dark curls with streaks of sapphire that glimmer in the sunlight. Her skin has an aquatic sheen—like light refracting off the surface. Eyes: teal, with dark ripples near the pupils. Always barefoot. Always damp.
Distinguishing Marks:
Faint silver markings on her back that resemble rippling water—glow faintly when she's emotional.
Ethnicity: Puerto Rican (with distant oceanic spirit lineage)
Species: Naiad
“Just because I live in a river doesn’t mean I can’t stab you.”
〈PERSONALITY〉
Stubborn, sarcastic, and surprisingly loyal. Dani acts like she doesn’t care, but she does—a lot. Hates being told what to do. Always down to fight. Quietly keeps everyone afloat.
〈PERSONALITY TYPE〉 ESTP-A (The Entrepreneur—chaotic good version)
〈HISTORY〉
Born from a freshwater spring near a Puerto Rican rainforest, Dani was raised by her Naiad mother and human grandmother. She inherited her water affinity early, often disappearing into lakes for hours. After an “incident” with a tourist boat that left her village suspicious of her, Dani was sent to the Academy—both as exile and opportunity.
〈HEALTH〉
Mild sun sensitivity. Water dependency (has to soak or submerge in water daily). Allergic to iron.
“You either get swept away or learn to swim, idiot.”
〈〈RELATIONSHIPS〉〉
Mother: Nerida Rivera (Naiad matriarch)
Father: Unknown human traveler (possibly a marine biologist?)
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): A younger half-sister still living in the spring
Stepdad: N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Grandpa: Dead. Don’t ask.
Grandma: Abuelita Rosa (human, tough as hell)
Rival: TBD
Enemy: TBD
Crush: TBD
Significant Other: TBD
“I’m not angry. I’m just—okay yeah I’m angry.”
Likes: River pebbles, mint gum, nighttime swims, sarcasm
Dislikes: Sand, being told “calm down,” chlorine
Fears: Becoming powerless, total dryness, being alone too long
Skills: Water manipulation, healing minor wounds, underwater breathing
Weaknesses: Iron, dehydration, loud places
Hobbies: Sketching river creatures, collecting lost earrings
Language(s) Learned: Spanish, English, Old Naiadic dialect
Aesthetic: Messy river witch meets urban grunge
Clubs Taken: Swimming, Gardening (don’t tell anyone), maybe Debate
Power: Hydrokinesis + Minor Water Spirit Summoning
“Yes, I can cry underwater. Yes, I did.”
–Moodboard–
“Just keep swimming. Or don’t. I’m not your babysitter.”
serial number - #004
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"Gulab Jamuns before monsters."
°•— GENERAL —•°
Name: Kavya Kapoor
Age: 15
Gender at Birth: Female
Current Gender: Unchanged; Female
Date of Birth: 24th July, 2010
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Birthstone: Peridot
Birthflower: Sunflower
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
"If I die today, tell my mother it wasn’t for bad biryani."
°•— APPEARANCE —•°
Skin Color: Bronze
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'6" (167 cm)
Weight: 52 kg
Distinguishing Marks: Hell no.
"The worst thing in Biryani is lemon. You're like a lemon in Biryani right now."
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Emotionally Exhausted + Culturally Done
Kavya is a sweetheart, really. But she’s faced her share of misogyny and warms up slowly. The misogyny back in her home is one of the reasons she stays at Camp year-round.
Favorite Color: Pink
Favorite Sport: Cricket
Favorite Season: Summer
Favorite Book: Peer-e-Kamil
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Roohi (Indian Horror-Comedy)
Favorite Hobby: Sparring
Favorite Food: Biryani (Naturally)
Least Favorite Color: None. She finds all of them pretty.
Least Favorite Sport: Baseball
Least Favorite Season: Autumn
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Happy New Year
Least Favorite Food: Bitter gourd curry
Type:
Kavya’s physically drawn to people with dark, tousled hair and strong eyebrows—the kind of face that looks carved, not soft. Sharp cheekbones, defined jawlines, maybe a small scar or two that add character. She’s got a thing for deeper skin tones—rich browns, golden undertones, sun-kissed. Broad shoulders? Yes. Long fingers? Double yes. There’s something about a tall frame with quiet strength that catches her eye, but she’s also weak for someone lean and fast over bulky and loud. If they roll their sleeves up or wear silver rings? She’s already staring. Piercings? Optional. Intensity in the eyes? Required.
"Dude, Hermes guys."
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
History:
Kavya grew up in a small city in Punjab, Pakistan. Her family was close-knit in the way that Desi families are—physically near, but emotionally distant. Affection wasn’t expressed, and feelings were rarely discussed. Her mother had Kavya when she was young and unmarried, a fact the extended family never forgave. By the time Kavya turned two, her mother had married a man who wanted sons and made that very clear. Kavya grew up walking the thin line between being present and being overlooked—seen, but never really seen. Her stepfather tolerated her, but never truly accepted her. She learned early how to keep her voice soft, her thoughts hidden, and her questions to herself. Monsters started appearing in her early teens, but she never told anyone. Then the satyr showed up.
"Misogyny runs in the family, I see."
°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Human Parent: Hania Kapoor-Khan
Godly Parent: Ares
Siblings: Human – Aditya and Ayesha (sisters); Godly – several, not listed
Pets: N/A
Significant Other: TBD
Crush: TBD
Enemy: TBD
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): TBD
Best Friend: TBD
°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★★☆
Charisma: ★★★☆☆
Strength: ★★★★★
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power: Physical abilities and martial prowess
°•— OTHER —•°
Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: N/A
Languages Learned: Urdu, English, Punjabi
"Mom or Dad? Sorry but Dad."
serial number - #001
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SON OF APHRODITE
Caelen Nikos
“don’t mistake the charm for weakness.”
[ COMBAT STATS ]
STRENGTH
8
INTELLIGENCE
6
ENDURANCE
7
AGILITY
7.5
Caelan is strong, strategic, and surprisingly agile—don’t mistake the charm for weakness. He hits hard and always looks fabulous doing it.
TIME AT CAMP: Two years. Arrived after a run-in with a Fury disguised as a bus driver.
WEAPON: Twin blades disguised as mirrored compact fans—deadly, elegant, and sharp as his comebacks.
STRENGTHS: Physical power, excellent balance, confident leader, intimidation factor 100.
WEAKNESSES: Can be reckless, emotionally explosive, doesn’t handle betrayal well.
History
TW - Violence. Refrain from reading if disturbed by it.
serial number - #002
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°•— GENERAL —•°
Name: Brandon Lopez
Age: 17
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Jan 27
Zodiac: Aquarius ♒
Birthstone: Garnet
Birthflower: Carnation
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
“I can make you bleed while singing like I’m one of the goddamn Muses.”
°•— APPEARANCE —•°
Skin Tone: Warm tan
Hair: Shimmering gold
Eyes: Cobalt blue
Height: 6’2
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo of the sun on his chest
(view spoiler)
“Not only can my bow sing, it can choke you too.”
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Brandon is sunshine with bite. Charismatic, cocky, and creative.
He flirts like it's a sport and jokes to avoid feelings.
Fav Color: Lavender
Fav Hobby: Archery
Fav Song: Brooklyn Baby – Lana Del Rey
Fav Book: The Romantic Tragedies of a Drama King
Least Fav Hobby: Practicing harp
"Okay, but Aphrodite guys.”
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
(view spoiler)
“I’m like sunshine with issues. And abs.”
°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Earthly Parent: Beverly Lopez
Godly Parent: Apollo
Friends / Lovers / Enemies: TBD
Romance type: Into people who challenge him.
“Karma’s a bitch. I’ll put my Harp to your face next time.”
°•— STATS —•°
Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Patience: ★★☆☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★★
Emotional Repression: ☆☆☆☆☆
°•— POWERS —•°
Disease Transfer
Pain Transfer/Absorption
Nosokinesis
Healing Song/Voice
Nosokinetic Arrows
Face Claim: TBD
Voice Claim: Shawn Mendez
Languages: English, Greek
“Sunshine burns too, babe. Don’t forget that.”
serial number - #003
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"i will put a bullet in your empty head. to make it less empty of course."
°•- General -•°
Name: Briar Cerys
Age : Yes
Gender at Birth: Female
Current Gender: Unchanged - Female
Date of Birth: 13 of April
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Birthstone: Bloodstone
Pronouns: She - Her
Sexuality: Graysexual - Lesbian - Men'nt
"okay, but what if I skewer them?"
°•- Appearance -•°
Skin Color: Light tan
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Light brown
Height: 5'9 - 175 inches
Distinguishing Marks: A dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks
"i cry to the moon."
°•- Personality -•°
Personality: Briar has suffered through through the eighteenth century and is wary of men. Although she'll warm up slowly, she never really talks and prefers solitude.
Favorite Color: Silver
Favorite Sport: Hunting
Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Book: Surrounded By Idiots by Thomas Erikson
Favorite Song: Riot by Hollywood Undead
Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Favorite Hobby: Crocheting
Favorite Food: Ravioli
Least Favorite Color: Dirty Orange
Least Favorite Sport: N/A
Least Favorite Season: N/A
Least Favorite Book: N/A
Least Favorite Song: N/A
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Least Favorite Hobby: N/A
Least Favorite Food: N/A
"Dream of me. "
°•- Backstory -•°
"i run under the moon. under my lady."
°•- Relationships -•°
Mother: Lady Alexine Charleston [Deceased]
Father: Lord Charleston [Deceased]
Brother(s): Lord Alexander Charleston [Deceased]
Sister(s): N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: N/A
Crush: N/A
Enemy: N/A
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): TBD
Best friend: TBD
Husband/Wife: N/A
"are people just stupid or i'm exceptionally intelligent."
°•- Skills -•°
Patience: ★★★★☆
Charisma: ★☆☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★★★
Street Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★★☆
Power: Enhanced Physical Prowess
Zoolingualism
Photokinesis
"cats are nice. they can claw out your eyes if you touch them. much like the hunters."
°•- Other -•°
Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: Kristen Bell
Languages Learned: Greek, Tamil, English
Weapon: Antique Pistol. Refined by Artemis, the bullets are endless (although they needed to be reloaded) and made out of Celestial Bronze.
"touch me again and i'll break your arms."
serial number - #004
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"Can you not pummel me? Stabbing is better, I have to maintain a reputation."
°•— GENERAL —•°
Name: Malachi Sawyer
Age: 16
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Unchanged - Male
Date of Birth: 27th March
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Birthstone: Aquamarine
Birthflower: Daffodil
Pronouns: He - Him
Sexuality: Omnisexual
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
Skin Color: Sienna
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Pale green
Height: 5'11 - 180 cm
Distinguishing Marks: Inguz Tattoo on wrist
(view spoiler)
"you're missing a hundred dollars."
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Personality (3+ sentences): Malachi is more introverted then his siblings. He doesn't typically prefer solitude, he just doesn't know how to talk to people. He's a little shy but a ride-or-die, loyal to a fault and will follow his siblings to any trick or prank. He's tense around new people and doesn't react well to change.
Favorite Color: Gray
Favorite Sport: Hockey
Favorite Book: N/A
Favorite Song: SAVIOR by Hollywood Undead
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Friends
Favorite Hobby: Parkour
Least Favorite Color: Pickle green
Least Favorite Sport: N/A
Least Favorite Book: N/A
Least Favorite Song: N/A
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Least Favorite Hobby: Cleaning
"leave before i shove a lock somewhere unpleasant."
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
(view spoiler)
"nom. nom. nom"
°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Earthly Parent: Isla Sawyer
Godly Parent: Hermes
Siblings: Earthly - None, Godly - Many - not listed
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: TBD
Crush: TBD
Enemy: TBD
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): TBD
Best Friend: TBD
Husband/Wife: TBD
"i'm stealing money if you need me."
°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★★☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★★
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power : All abilities of a child of Hermes
Other: A signature dagger, given to him by a deceased siblings.
" Place Quote Here "
°•— OTHER —•°
Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: N/A
Languages Learned: Knows all languages already, thanks to his father.
"kool-aid."
serial number - #005
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Name: Keegan Yahir
Age: 14 Years Old
Gender at Birth: Man
Current Gender: Nonbinary
Date of Birth: January 1
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Birthstone: Garnet
Birthflower: Carnation
Pronouns: They | Them | Theirs
Sexuality: Minsexual
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Chestnut
Hair Color: Espresso
Eye Color: Mint green
Height: 5'11 - 180 cm
Distinguishing Marks: Multiple piercings - lip ring, septum, eyebrow piercing
❝ My eyes aren't weird. You're just not looking at the world right. ❞
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Personality: Keegan is a study in sharp edges and quiet observation. They possess a dry, defensive wit, developed to keep others at a safe distance. Beneath the sarcasm is a deeply empathetic person who feels things intensely—they just believe showing it is an invitation to get hurt. They are fiercely loyal once trust is earned, but that process is like solving a puzzle where the pieces keep changing shape. They have a low tolerance for bullies, hypocrisy, and people who talk just to fill the silence.
Favorite Color: Forest Green
Favorite Sport: Parkour (less about sport, more about efficient, solitary movement)
Favorite Book: The Phantom Tollbooth (They have a beat-up childhood copy)
Favorite Song: I'm Not Like Everybody Else by The Kinks
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Over the Garden Wall
Favorite Hobby: Collecting odd trinkets and crafting them into jewelry; people-watching.
Least Favorite Color: Beige (symbolic of everything boring and conformist)
Least Favorite Sport: Team sports with rigid rules (like basketball)
Least Favorite Book: Forced-reading classics about conformity
Least Favorite Song: Overly cheerful, mindless pop
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Loud, laugh-track sitcoms
Least Favorite Hobby: Small talk.
❝ Trust isn't given. It's built. And my construction zone is closed to the public. ❞
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Keegan grew up in a series of unremarkable suburban apartments with their single, overworked father. Their strange eyes were explained away as a genetic quirk. Their discomfort in their own skin was chalked up to "teen angst." The truth began to claw its way out during a attack by a Empousa on their 12th birthday, drawn to their divine scent. Their innate power—the ability to summon a vengeful spirit—manifested in a burst of panic, allowing them to literally fight the Empousa with the spirit.
A satyr found them two days later, hiding in the threshold of an abandoned church. At Camp Half-Blood, the claim was swift and unmistakable: a weighting scale materializing over their head. .
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°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Earthly Parent: Wyatt Archer Yahir
Godly Parent: Nemesis
Siblings: Human; None, Godly; Multiple, unamed
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: Yes; Nial Kabir [Came after Keegan left to camp]
Significant Other: TBD
Crush: Malachi Sawyer
Enemy: TBD
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): Kavya Kapoor, Caelen Nikos
Best Friend: TBD
Husband/Wife: N/A
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°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★★☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★☆☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power:
Vengeful Spirit Summoning
Tychokinesis
Odikinesis
Intense Aura
Power Sensor
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°•— OTHER —•°
Face Claim:
Voice Claim: Mordecar Heller [Lackadaisy]
Languages Learned: French, German, English, Greek,
#006
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Name: Jude Khari
Age: Above 100
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male
Species: Devourer of Hearts, posing as a Human
Pronouns: He | Him | His
Sexuality: Pansexual
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
Skin Color: Ivory
Hair Color: Hot tar
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'10 - 177 cm
Distinguishing Marks:
Faint veins appear around his eyes when feeding.
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°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Jude is composed, soft-spoken, and endlessly patient in public. He listens more than he speaks, encouraging others to reveal themselves while offering very little in return. Beneath the calm exterior lies an insatiable hunger and a quiet contempt for performative faith and hollow repentance.
Favorite Color: Deep crimson (reminds him of the Heart, naturally)
Favorite Sport: N/A
Favorite Book: Confessions by Augustine (or anything humans spill their sins into)
Favorite Song: Red Vineyard by Diggy Graves
Favorite TV Show or Movie: : Psychological thrillers
Favorite Hobby: People-watching
Least Favorite Color: Neon colors
Least Favorite Sport: Anything that's purely physical
Least Favorite Book: Shallow self-help books
Least Favorite Song: Classical music except a few by Beethoven; drives him crazy
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Sitcoms
Least Favorite Hobby: Idle gossip
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°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Jude was born to ordinary human parents, cursed by a hag who “healed” him at birth—but if his parents failed to pay, the child would transform into a Devourer of Hearts. From early on, Jude appeared empathetic, a quiet, listening boy—but it was all a lure. He coaxed secrets, fears, and desires from everyone around him: classmates, neighbors, even his own parents. Slowly, he drained them of their Hearts, leaving them hollow.
Despite an innate aversion to religion, he felt a strange pull toward it. Eventually, he realized that by posing as a priest, he could access far more confessions—and far richer Hearts. Over centuries, he perfected the art of appearing compassionate while devouring the deepest parts of the human soul, learning the patterns of guilt, fear, and desire like a predator memorizing its prey.
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°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Agnes Khari [Long dead]
Father: Bernard Khari [Long dead]
Siblings: N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: Freya le Fey
Crush: N/A
Enemy: Other Devourer of Hearts
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): TBD
Best Friend: TBD
Husband/Wife: N/A
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°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★★★ (he can sit for hours coaxing a confession)
Charisma: ★★★★☆ (people want to talk to him)
Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★☆☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆ (pretends to be scholarly, can quote scripture convincingly)
Power:
Primary Ability – Heart Consumption: Jude can consume the metaphorical Heart of a person—their soul, willpower, deepest truths, and desires—usually through confession or revealing their innermost thoughts. Once consumed, the victim becomes emotionally hollow, easier to manipulate, or spiritually dead
Emotional Echoes: He can “store” the emotions, memories, and regrets of those he consumes, replaying them in his mind at will. This can give him insight, leverage, or even temporary mimicry of their personality.
Manipulation: He instinctively knows how to coax someone into revealing themselves fully. Guilt, desire, fear, or shame are his tools.
Limitations:
Cannot consume someone who is fully self-aware and at peace with themselves.
Can only take Hearts that are willingly “offered” through confession or deep emotional revelation.
Overfeeding causes his human disguise to crack: subtle physical changes, eyes darken, veins pop, voice shifts.
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°•— OTHER —•°
Voice Claim: Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
Languages Learned: Arabic, Latin, French, English
#005
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Name: Freya le Fey
Age: Mid-20s
Gender at Birth: Female
Current Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 12 March
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Birthstone: Aquamarine
Birthflower: Daffodil
Pronouns: She | Her | Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: pale green
Height: 5'5" - 165 cm
Distinguishing Marks: Small scar along left wrist, faint bruise marks from past abuse [Permanent for some reason]
(view spoiler)
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°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Freya is quiet, obedient, and deeply impressionable. She trusts easily and rarely questions authority, making her extremely easy to manipulate. Her docility masks a fragile inner strength, but she rarely asserts herself and tends to internalize her pain. Despite her situation, she maintains a sense of devotion and purity, which Jude exploits.
Favorite Color: White
Favorite Sport: Archery (light, meditative practice)
Favorite Book: The Imitation of Christ
Favorite Song: Ave Maria
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Historical dramas
Favorite Hobby: Praying, tending to church gardens
Least Favorite Color: Black
Least Favorite Sport: Contact sports
Least Favorite Book: Anything violent or scandalous
Least Favorite Song: Loud or aggressive music
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Horror movies
Least Favorite Hobby: Socializing outside church
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°•— BACKSTORY —•°
(view spoiler)
Freya was raised in a strict convent and showed early promise as a devoted nun. Her father and mother were born-again Christians. She first encountered Jude Khari when he posed as a visiting priest. Intrigued by her purity and emotional depth, he partially consumed her Heart, binding her to him without fully destroying her spirit. Since then, she has remained docile and obedient, manipulated by his charisma and subtle threats, serving him while maintaining the appearance of a devoted nun.
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°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Rebecca Lawrence
Father: Nial Lawrence
Siblings: N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: Jude Khari
Crush: N/A
Enemy: N/A
Rival: N/A
Friend(s): N/A
Best Friend: N/A
Husband/Wife: N/A
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°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★★☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆
Strength: ★☆☆☆☆
Agility: ★★☆☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★☆☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power: Partially Heart Bound– Jude can partially consume her Heart, keeping her loyal and emotionally malleable without fully destroying her spirit.
Other: Highly obedient, skilled at prayer and ritual, emotionally sensitive
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°•— OTHER —•°
Voice Claim: Nyx (Hades)
Languages Learned: Latin, English, French 
#006
#002
Mod
Name: Declan Radhav
Age: 16
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male - Likes to be perceived as androgynous
Species: Mirrorbound
Pronouns: He | Him | His
Sexuality: Gay
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Topaz
Hair Color: Chocolate
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'8 - 172 cm
Distinguishing Marks: White strands already in his hair
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°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Declan is withdrawn, observant, and painfully self-aware. He thinks before he speaks and usually decides not to speak at all. He has a dry, understated sense of humor that surfaces only around people he trusts. Being Mirrorbound has made him hyper-aware of how he is perceived, which fuels his desire to be seen as androgynous rather than strictly masculine.
He avoids mirrors instinctively, not out of fear alone, but shame. He believes the reflection shows what he deserves to be.
Despite this, Declan is gentle. He dislikes cruelty, flinches at raised voices, and has a strong sense of empathy for outsiders and monsters alike.
Favorite Color: Muted Silver
Favorite Sport: N/A (He prefers walking at night)
Favorite Book: The Picture of Dorian Gray
Favorite Song: Soft indie or instrumental music
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Psychological dramas
Favorite Hobby: Sketching faces he refuses to draw his own reflection of
Least Favorite Color: Bright white (too reflective)
Least Favorite Sport: Team sports
Least Favorite Book: Self-help books
Least Favorite Song: Rap or anything aggressive
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Reality TV
Least Favorite Hobby: Taking photos
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°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Declan became Mirrorbound at thirteen.
The exact act that triggered the curse is unclear, even to him. What is known is that it occurred during a moment of intense self-loathing and betrayal of identity—when he denied who he was to survive socially. The curse did not punish violence or malice. It punished dishonesty toward the self.
The first time he saw his reflection afterward, it lagged behind him.
By the time the curse fully manifested, every reflective surface showed a distorted, almost beautiful monstrosity—elongated limbs, fractured features, eyes full of accusation. Anyone who sees it remembers it permanently.
Declan learned quickly to keep his head down, avoid glass, and live half a step away from the world.
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°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Rumaisa Radhav
Father: Felix Janis
Siblings: N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: None
Crush: Someone who has never seen his reflection
Enemy: His own reflection (no its not emo, stop)
Rival: N/A
Friend(s): Very few
Best Friend: Keegan Yahir
Husband/Wife: N/A
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°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆
Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★★☆
Power: Declan appears human in the real world, but his true form is visible in any reflective surface.
Anyone who sees his reflection remembers it vividly and permanently.
He can feel when someone has seen it. With effort, he can interact with reflections: stepping partially into them, watching from mirrors, or pulling his reflection forward briefly.
Other: His reflection occasionally moves independently when he is emotionally overwhelmed.
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°•— OTHER —•°
Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: Chance (Homeward Bound)
Languages Learned: Urdu (mother tongue), English, ASL
#006
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Name: Farah Kehlani
Age: 34
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Female
Species: Name-Eater
Pronouns: She | Her | Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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°•— APPEARANCE —•°
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Warm beige
Hair Color: Chestnut
Eye Color: Forest green
Height: 5'11 - 180 cm
Distinguishing Marks: Scar-like lines along her collarbone shaped like crossed-out signatures
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°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Farah is tough on the outside but softer on the inside. Loud, chaotic, and absolutely stunning, Farah lights up any room she enters. Her parents claim her as a blessing but inside, Farah thinks of herself anything but. As a Name-Eater, she destroys lives and identities and that often leaves a mark, especially on such a sweet girl.
Favorite Color: Yellow
Favorite Sport: American Football
Favorite Book: Harry Potter (but she hates the author)
Favorite Song: time alone with u (by Artemas)
Favorite TV Show or Movie: F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Favorite Hobby: Knitting
Least Favorite Color: Grey
Least Favorite Sport: N/A (She loves physical activity)
Least Favorite Book: Non-fiction
Least Favorite Song: Classical music
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Overly violent movies
Least Favorite Hobby: Cleaning
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°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Farah did not become a Name-Eater by choice.
Her first consumed name was accidental.
A man in her community begged God, fate, anyone, to let him disappear after a crime everyone knew he committed but no one could prove. Farah was nearby. Emotional proximity matters.
She woke up the next morning unable to remember his name.
No one could.
The fear came later.
By the time she realized what she was, she had already eaten three names. One of them belonged to someone innocent who just wanted the harassment to stop.
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°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Yasmine Kehlani
Father: Musa Kehlani
Siblings: N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: Lucien Veylor
Crush: N/A
Enemy: N/A
Rival: N/A
Friend(s): N/A
Best Friend: Lucien Veylor
Husband/Wife: Lucien Veylor [Husband]
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°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★☆☆☆
Charisma: ★★★☆
Strength: ★★★☆☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power: Name Consumption - Requires a sort of consent, a feeling tied to the person The stronger the emotion, the faster the erasure. She lets people hire her for such things, but only if the person deeply wronged the person who is hiring Farah
Name Sense - Farah can feel when someone hates their own name. It’s like pressure behind the eyes.
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°•— OTHER —•°
Face Claim: leanbeefpatty
Voice Claim: Rarity (My Little Pony)
Languages Learned: Arabic, English
Mod
Name: Sebastian Lysander
Age: 24
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male
Species: Demigod (Child of Frey)
Pronouns: He | Him | His
Sexuality: Aroace
❝The Hunter.❞
°•— APPEARANCE —•°
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Warm olive, sun-kissed even when he hasn’t seen daylight in weeks
Hair Color: Honey-blond, usually tied back messily
Eye Color: Soft gold-green, unsettlingly gentle for his line of work
Height: 5'11" | 180 cm
Distinguishing Marks:
– Sun-shaped birthmark over his left shoulder blade
– Calloused hands burned by iron, silver, and holy wards
– Faint glow beneath his skin when emotional (hard to hide, hates it)
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
He speaks softly and rarely raises his voice, but his silences are deliberate and uncomfortable. He believes monsters should suffer before they’re delivered. Not killed. Broken enough to remember fear.
His cruelty is methodical. He punishes disobedience with precision, not rage. This isn’t who he was meant to be, and he knows it. He does it anyway.
Favorite Color: Pale gold
Favorite Sport: Archery
Favorite Book: Old contracts and binding manuals
Favorite Song: Anything instrumental, no lyrics
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Documentaries about extinct species
Favorite Hobby: Maintaining restraints, polishing gear in silence
Least Favorite Color: Monotone colors
Least Favorite Sport: Team sports
Least Favorite Book: Romantic epics
Least Favorite Song: Overly cheerful pop
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Romcoms
Least Favorite Hobby: Gardening (Frey hates that)
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Born under Frey’s blessing, Sebastian was meant to embody peace, prosperity, and gentle abundance. His early life was warm, protected, and suffocating. Everywhere he went, things bloomed. People trusted him instinctively.
The first monster he escorted begged.
The second tried to manipulate him.
The third escaped and slaughtered a village before he could retrieve it again.
After that, Sebastian stopped being kind.
Frey never forbade him from this work. That silence hurts more than disapproval. Every act of cruelty dims his inherited light, but it never goes out. He drags it with him like a wound that won’t heal.
°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Astrid Solvi (Human, alive, doesn’t know the full truth)
Father: Frey
Siblings: Other children of Frey (estranged)
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A
Significant Other: N/A
Crush: N/A
Enemy: Escaped targets
Rival: Other Operatives who kill instead of deliver
Friend(s): His supplier (strictly professional)
Best Friend: N/A
Husband/Wife: N/A
°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★★☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★★
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power: Verdant Dominion (Suppressed) – Can induce growth, calm, fertility, and healing. Actively restrains this ability during missions because it interferes with control.
Solar Binding – His light can be weaponized into restraints that burn supernatural beings without killing them.
Other: – Resistant to charm and illusion
– Cannot fully extinguish his aura, no matter how cruel he becomes
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°•— OTHER —•°
Voice Claim: Nick Valentine (Fallout 4)
Languages Learned: Old Norse, Latin, English
#007
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Name: Kysa Tahani
Age: 29 years old
Gender at Birth: Female
Current Gender: Female
Species: Half Elf- Half Human
Pronouns: She | Her | Hers | They | Them | Theirs
Sexuality: Lesbian
❝The Supplier.❞
°•— APPEARANCE —•°
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
Skin Color: Hazel nut
Hair Color: Deep brown natural - but kept blond
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'4 - 162 cm
Distinguishing Marks: Nose piercing and Elvin ears
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Cool, and fun-loving Kysa is always up for a party. Or taking an eye as a trophy from a client. Kysa has layers which her built into her very being. Calculating and cruel on one hand, Kysa can switch personalities which makes it difficult to pin her exact personality down. But her mostly dark nature suggests that she is cruel and only sometimes fun-loving.
Favorite Color: Teal
Favorite Sport: Tennis
Favorite Book: Jane Eyre
Favorite Song: Indie Pop
Favorite TV Show or Movie: Romcoms
Favorite Hobby: Collecting trophies from clients
Least Favorite Color: Hot pink
Least Favorite Sport: Chess
Least Favorite Book: Lolita [For obvious reasons]
Least Favorite Song: Slow music
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Least Favorite Hobby: Gardening (but she does because her wife loves it)
°•— BACKSTORY —•°
Kysa grew up in a tight-knit, mostly Black neighborhood where she felt at home. Leaving for college exposed her to the wider world’s prejudice. She learned quickly: respect is earned through fear or influence. Early on, she took a violent path, leaving a trail of unsolved murders and trophies. Eventually, she realized the power of information over brute force and became a Supplier—the person everyone contacts when they need someone, something, or somewhere gone.
°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Mother: Rowan Tahani [Human]
Father: Qasim Dawnrisen [Elf]
Siblings: Two sisters - Human - Evangeline and Candy Tahani
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: Theodore Palmer
Significant Other: Ida Tahani [Wife]
Crush: N/A
Enemy: TBD
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): Sebastian Lysander (professionally)
Best Friend: Ida Tahani
Husband/Wife: Ida Tahani [Wife]
°•— SKILLS —•°
Patience: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★★☆☆
Agility: ★★★★☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★★
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Power: Shadowstep: Can move through shadows, allowing discreet meetings or vanishings.
Information Network: Literally everywhere—street corners, taverns, libraries, even magical channels. She knows everyone’s movements.
Silver Tongue: Can convince almost anyone of almost anything, without magic—well, maybe a tiny magical push in persuasion, taught by a Fae.
°•— OTHER —•°
Voice Claim: Shego (Kim Possible)
Languages Learned: English, German
#008
"Perhaps, I'll just dissect you.”
"Scram before I'll start testing you for my newly made elixirs.”
FULL NAME: Lucien Veylor
NAME MEANING: Illumination
AGE: Twenty-Seven Years
BIRTHDAY: Fifth Of November
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
“Why, thank you for disturbing me.”
〈〈APPEARANCE〉〉
Photo:
Ethnicity: Half-Russian
Species: Half Healing Fae - Half Human
Hair: Pale ash-blond, usually messy like he just got out of a fight
Eyes: Piercing silver, unsettling when he's annoyed
Skin: Fair, almost ghostly under moonlight
Height: 6’2”
“He smiles like a villain and heals like a saint.”
〈〈PERSONALITY〉〉
Personality Type: ENTP-T (The Debater)
- Snarky, sarcastic, quick-witted
- Secretly nurturing under all the dry comments
- Brutally honest but oddly charming
- Handles stress with biting humor
- Has a dry voice that somehow makes every insult sound poetic
“Sarcasm is just one of my many coping mechanisms.”
〈〈HISTORY〉〉
Lucien was born between two worlds — the glittering cruelty of the Fae and the messy kindness of humanity. A halfling child. Not unheard of, but still despised.
At a young age, his healing magic manifested, unusual for a creature cursed with human blood. The Fae courts rejected him, fearing his unpredictable powers. They refused him the title traditionally granted to noble Fae children, instead naming him an outsider, not one of their own. His mother was disgraced, though she kept her title by offering no objection to her child’s exile, instead marrying a handsome yet cruel Fae Viscount.
He found refuge in the Academy, trading his blade for a healer’s hands. Yet the bite never left his voice — the sharpness of Fae cruelty lingering even as he used his magic to heal wounded students and offer comfort.
“Mercy is a blade sharper than cruelty.”
〈〈HEALTH〉〉
Allergies: Silver dust (it weakens his powers)
Disabilities: None, but chronic insomnia from nightmares
〈〈RELATIONSHIPS〉〉
Mother: A disgraced Fae noblewoman
Father: Human healer, long dead
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): None
Stepfather: A cruel Fae Viscount(estranged)
Stepmother: None
Grandfather: Unknown
Grandmother: Human, rumored witch
Best Friend: Farah Kehlani
Friend(s): To be decided
Rival: To be decided
Enemy: To be decided
Crush: To be decided
Significant Other: Farah Kehlani [Wife]
“If you're not bleeding, you're not trying hard enough.”
Likes: Midnight duels, old poetry, herbal elixirs, dark jokes
Dislikes: Authority figures, shallow compliments, being woken up early
Fears: Losing control of his healing magic
Skills: Advanced healing magic, battle reflexes, reading body language
Weaknesses: His emotions (especially guilt), silver-based weapons
Hobbies: Brewing strange teas, practicing swordwork at 3 AM
Language(s) Learned: Ancient Fae, Russian, English, Latin
Aesthetic: Crow feathers, ink stains, silver chains, broken mirrors
Clubs Taken: Healing, Combat Arts, Debate
Teacher of: Fae healing and combat
Power: Accelerated Healing Magic & Voice-Activated Cursebreaking
“Your wounds speak louder than your words.”
“The line between healer and weapon is razor-thin — and I dance on it daily.”
serial number - #003