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Eriacu Notus St. Cerveaux
Bloodline Kin
Aura Code: 99AAFF, soft blue-purple
Aura Scent: cherry wood
Ability: create acidic snow
Age: 19
Kin: Diablo St. Cerveaux (father), Evelyn St. Cerveaux (mother), Zeinken, Dilgan, and Luca St. Cerveaux (brothers), Anat St. Cerveaux (sister),
Tattoo: decaying, serpentine creature wrapping around left upper side to lower left hip
He is rather reserved and a bit hard around the edges, but he has a very sweet, gentle side... somewhere. His past was hard to him, not uncommon for Theias throughout history, but it seemed misfortune had a particularly cruel attraction to Eriacu. His gentle heart couldn't take it, and little by little, it grew cold and hard until nothing but a stone sat in his chest. Eriacu Notus St. Cerveaux was born the fifth and final child of the St. Cerveaux family, and he was once the sweetest, most loving little boy whose purity and innocence seemed eternal and true. It was not to last. His mother was slain before his eyes, his own life hung in the balance. He lived with survivors guilt buried in his soul. Everytime his father look at him, he could see pain in his eyes. Eriacu knew why. He is the only child in his family that looks like his mother, a replica of her to be exact. The same soft, brown hair, the same bright, violet-blue eyes. It killed his father to see him, and Eriacu had to bear that for years. It didn't kill his father literally. Poison did that, leaving him without parents when he was twelve and his older brother to rule them all. Then at fifteen, an unfortunate incident resulted in his brother shooting him on accident. He survived that as well, his heart turning more and more to ice. He continued on, his hand wrapped around a string as he held onto his true self with every bit of might he had left. But he was as weak as a house made of straw, just waiting for the wolves to blow it down. And tear it apart they did. His best friend, a boy riddled with misfortune much like himself, was his closest companion and greatest ally. They trained together, learned together, fought together. Then he too died. Eriacu lost himself that day. He stopped talking to his siblings. He stopped speaking his mind and facing the world as if it could possibly bring him happiness. He stopped smiling. He stopped being Eriacu. His family notices this and doesn't really know what to make of it. They have problems of their own. So he is left alone to steel his heart and shut himself in and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Eriacu's aura is a soft, blue-purple and smells like cherry wood. He has a tattoo of a decaying, serpentine creature. It wraps about his left ribcage to the lower side of his left hip. He has the power to make it snow an acidic snow. Whatever it lands on will slowly be eaten away. The process speeds up as more snow builds. Eriacu has very bizarre scars on his body from being caught in it himself during fights and training. Along with those are the multiple scars from the gunshot wounds he sustained as a boy.
Bloodline Kin
Aura Code: 99AAFF, soft blue-purple
Aura Scent: cherry wood
Ability: create acidic snow
Age: 19
Kin: Diablo St. Cerveaux (father), Evelyn St. Cerveaux (mother), Zeinken, Dilgan, and Luca St. Cerveaux (brothers), Anat St. Cerveaux (sister),
Tattoo: decaying, serpentine creature wrapping around left upper side to lower left hip
He is rather reserved and a bit hard around the edges, but he has a very sweet, gentle side... somewhere. His past was hard to him, not uncommon for Theias throughout history, but it seemed misfortune had a particularly cruel attraction to Eriacu. His gentle heart couldn't take it, and little by little, it grew cold and hard until nothing but a stone sat in his chest. Eriacu Notus St. Cerveaux was born the fifth and final child of the St. Cerveaux family, and he was once the sweetest, most loving little boy whose purity and innocence seemed eternal and true. It was not to last. His mother was slain before his eyes, his own life hung in the balance. He lived with survivors guilt buried in his soul. Everytime his father look at him, he could see pain in his eyes. Eriacu knew why. He is the only child in his family that looks like his mother, a replica of her to be exact. The same soft, brown hair, the same bright, violet-blue eyes. It killed his father to see him, and Eriacu had to bear that for years. It didn't kill his father literally. Poison did that, leaving him without parents when he was twelve and his older brother to rule them all. Then at fifteen, an unfortunate incident resulted in his brother shooting him on accident. He survived that as well, his heart turning more and more to ice. He continued on, his hand wrapped around a string as he held onto his true self with every bit of might he had left. But he was as weak as a house made of straw, just waiting for the wolves to blow it down. And tear it apart they did. His best friend, a boy riddled with misfortune much like himself, was his closest companion and greatest ally. They trained together, learned together, fought together. Then he too died. Eriacu lost himself that day. He stopped talking to his siblings. He stopped speaking his mind and facing the world as if it could possibly bring him happiness. He stopped smiling. He stopped being Eriacu. His family notices this and doesn't really know what to make of it. They have problems of their own. So he is left alone to steel his heart and shut himself in and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Eriacu's aura is a soft, blue-purple and smells like cherry wood. He has a tattoo of a decaying, serpentine creature. It wraps about his left ribcage to the lower side of his left hip. He has the power to make it snow an acidic snow. Whatever it lands on will slowly be eaten away. The process speeds up as more snow builds. Eriacu has very bizarre scars on his body from being caught in it himself during fights and training. Along with those are the multiple scars from the gunshot wounds he sustained as a boy.
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Gwaine Scrivener
Aura Code: 9FDA63, pastel field green
Aura Scent: iron, ash, and fresh breezes
Ability: control density of a space
Age: 23
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: coming soon
Gwaine Scrivener is the cheerful, playful member of the St. Cerveaux family. As a basic member, he does mostly chores, guard duty, and any other menial tasks. He used to be a soldier in the Nightingale Royal Army, but left for whatever reasons he doesn't feel like sharing. In fact, no one in the St. Cerveaux family seems to know this about him. If they did, they certainly wouldn't leave him at the position he is at. Maybe that's why he keeps quiet. He'd rather people left him be. At age nineteen, he doesn't really act that way, keeping a childlike part of him that always has to know something about the world that interests him or makes him curious. Yet despite that, he still maintains respect through his hard work and gentlemanlike manner. He's always wandering off somewhere, but he can usually avoid trouble. He had a pretty decent, according to him. He keeps his past to himself, always saying he has the future to look forward to. He feels very bad for the family and the constant state of depression that seems to hover over them all. He is deeply empathic to an almost dangerous degree. He also has an apparent crush on Anat St. Cerveaux, though that's never going to amount to anything. Gwaine's aura is a pastel, field green color that smells of iron, ash, and fresh breezes. He has the ability to control the density of a space, able to crush targets or even cause them to float. He can confine it or let it supersede a massive area. Gwaine is tall and very muscular, but he usually wears clothes to hide this. He has short, spiky black hair that is longer in the back. His eyes are a devilish red, but always bright.
Aura Code: 9FDA63, pastel field green
Aura Scent: iron, ash, and fresh breezes
Ability: control density of a space
Age: 23
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: coming soon
Gwaine Scrivener is the cheerful, playful member of the St. Cerveaux family. As a basic member, he does mostly chores, guard duty, and any other menial tasks. He used to be a soldier in the Nightingale Royal Army, but left for whatever reasons he doesn't feel like sharing. In fact, no one in the St. Cerveaux family seems to know this about him. If they did, they certainly wouldn't leave him at the position he is at. Maybe that's why he keeps quiet. He'd rather people left him be. At age nineteen, he doesn't really act that way, keeping a childlike part of him that always has to know something about the world that interests him or makes him curious. Yet despite that, he still maintains respect through his hard work and gentlemanlike manner. He's always wandering off somewhere, but he can usually avoid trouble. He had a pretty decent, according to him. He keeps his past to himself, always saying he has the future to look forward to. He feels very bad for the family and the constant state of depression that seems to hover over them all. He is deeply empathic to an almost dangerous degree. He also has an apparent crush on Anat St. Cerveaux, though that's never going to amount to anything. Gwaine's aura is a pastel, field green color that smells of iron, ash, and fresh breezes. He has the ability to control the density of a space, able to crush targets or even cause them to float. He can confine it or let it supersede a massive area. Gwaine is tall and very muscular, but he usually wears clothes to hide this. He has short, spiky black hair that is longer in the back. His eyes are a devilish red, but always bright.
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Iyo Rakastaya
Doctor
Aura Code: 000A35, dark navy
Aura Scent: crushed grapes
Ability: none (human)
Age: 24
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
Iyo is a genius. That's why he is valuable. That and that alone. Some can be useful while they are insane. Some can be dumb sheep and still serve a purpose. But Iyo is only useful while he is intelligent. For Iyo is no theia, and in a world run by superior humans and superpowered others, he is rather weak. But through it all, he found a use. Found a place where he excelled, and with that, he found that he could be useful. Desirable. He had a mind for science, for learning. Through the laborious support of a rather wealthy uncle, he was able to have all the private education he could desire. In that, he entered college at thirteen years old, and graduated at twenty as a doctor. He now serves the St. Cerveaux family with these skills, determined not to be ignored or devalued simply because he cannot breathe fire or turn minds with a command.
Despite being of incredible use to the St. Cerveaux and his desires to not be ignored or unused, he remains as a mere background figure in the family, only coming to prominence when an emergency calls for it. He spends most if not all of his time at his work, rarely ever leaving the infirmary. When he interacts with others, he listens rather than speaks, and has a very soft voice. A very unassuming individual, he is rather a typical St. Cerveaux member when it comes to his desire to help and his overall kindness and compassion. However, he gets rather too absorbed in his work for his own good.
Iyo does not look at all like a doctor is expected to. He is young and very youthful looking, without marks or blemishes on his darker skin. He has very spiky, dark brown hair almost to his shoulders. Tall and muscular, he has more the physique of an athlete than a scientist. He has bright, blue-gray eyes. He is very serious looking all the time from always being focused on something or lost in thought. But he is actually very cheerful. Reall
Doctor
Aura Code: 000A35, dark navy
Aura Scent: crushed grapes
Ability: none (human)
Age: 24
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
Iyo is a genius. That's why he is valuable. That and that alone. Some can be useful while they are insane. Some can be dumb sheep and still serve a purpose. But Iyo is only useful while he is intelligent. For Iyo is no theia, and in a world run by superior humans and superpowered others, he is rather weak. But through it all, he found a use. Found a place where he excelled, and with that, he found that he could be useful. Desirable. He had a mind for science, for learning. Through the laborious support of a rather wealthy uncle, he was able to have all the private education he could desire. In that, he entered college at thirteen years old, and graduated at twenty as a doctor. He now serves the St. Cerveaux family with these skills, determined not to be ignored or devalued simply because he cannot breathe fire or turn minds with a command.
Despite being of incredible use to the St. Cerveaux and his desires to not be ignored or unused, he remains as a mere background figure in the family, only coming to prominence when an emergency calls for it. He spends most if not all of his time at his work, rarely ever leaving the infirmary. When he interacts with others, he listens rather than speaks, and has a very soft voice. A very unassuming individual, he is rather a typical St. Cerveaux member when it comes to his desire to help and his overall kindness and compassion. However, he gets rather too absorbed in his work for his own good.
Iyo does not look at all like a doctor is expected to. He is young and very youthful looking, without marks or blemishes on his darker skin. He has very spiky, dark brown hair almost to his shoulders. Tall and muscular, he has more the physique of an athlete than a scientist. He has bright, blue-gray eyes. He is very serious looking all the time from always being focused on something or lost in thought. But he is actually very cheerful. Reall