NEW ZEALAND
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Navi Donces
Aura Code: 000AD1, deep ocean blue
Aura Scent: old piano keys and dried rose petals
Ability: eat human flesh
Age: 17
Kin: Regor Donces (twin brother)
Tattoo: none
Regor Donces
Aura Code: 11ACEF, dreamy pale blue
Aura Scent: night breezes and lavender
Ability: sing others to sleep
Age: 17
Kin: Navi Donces (twin brother)
Tattoo: none
(Navi left, Regor right)
These two young men are twins. Yup. Twins. Both are seventeen years old, have fiery ginger hair, and brilliant, sky blue eyes. But unlike the sorts of twins you normally picture, these two are not all that mischievous, nor are they somber and brooding because of their crappy lives. They’re just average kids living average lives. Except for the powers bit. That’s not so average at all. They may share the same looks, but they have very different powers. Navi has a rather brutal power: he is able to eat humans without getting sick. The power has a drawback though: he becomes insatiable from this, and will often eat till he vomits and then keep going. He did it once, which is how they discovered this ability. His brother on the other hand has the ability to put anyone to sleep when he sings. He used this ability multiple times, but only in occasions where it could not be witnessed as an actual ability. More or less, he'd sing a child to sleep with a lullaby, much as any parent would do. His works one hundred percent of the time though. Because their powers are not blatantly obvious and can be controlled, they have managed to blend very well with society and stay out of harms way. On another note, Navi and Regor do not just differ by their abilities. One look at them, and you could hardly tell them apart, but when you hear them speak or interact with them, the difference is rather obvious. Navi appears to be very clueless. He loves people and gets along with them well enough, but he doesn't pick up on social cues very quickly. He doesn't realize when he annoys or angers people until they're pretty much past the point already. He can also be rather obtrusive, breaking into people's personal spaces with the finesse of an elephant. He means all this very innocently of course. If he becomes aware of his indecency, then he quickly tries to adjust. Regor on the other hand, is an extremist on another corner of the spectrum. Undoubtedly polite, he's very cold. He won't socialize unless there is a need to or if it will benefit him somehow. The only person he puts up with is his twin, but he does so gladly. Regor is far more observant and very calculative. He also has a thing for strategy, being a military history buff. The twins aren't perfect though. These seemingly exemplary descriptions are biased at best. There are other sides unexplored, sides that perhaps the twins themselves aren't fully aware of possessing. Though sociable and clumsy, Navi is constantly distressed. He won't show it in public or to his family, but Regor's seen it before. Navi is a mess. Ever since he first discovered his power, he is in constant fear of losing control. Of eating someone again. He wakes up screaming from nightmares with the taste of blood and bones and organs in his mouth. He tries to be happy all the time, because he's worried that anger will trigger his power. He's so afraid of himself that he handcuffs himself to his bed at night, just in case. He gets close to people, but not too close. He doesn't want people to find out what kind of monster he is underneath. He's not just a gifted, he's a murderer. And that is something he can't live with. Regor? Regor thinks his brother is pathetic. He is tired of always having to rescue Navi from stupid situations that he keeps getting into, wether silly things like his lack of social graces or his getting into trouble at school. Dozens of times, he's had to fight off bullies and other kids from beating up Navi, and frankly, he wished his brother would fight his own battles. He is, perhaps, what Navi fears the most as well, for when Regor witnessed Navi's ability, or whatever that was, he saw Navi, not as his twin, but as a monster, and that's all he's ever seen him as since. He only protects Navi because in that demented state, the thing demanded his protection. To preserve his own life, Regor protects it. He'd much rather blow his brother's brains out to forever stop the possibility of it eating him, but he can't bring himself to that. Perhaps because they are twins. Perhaps because they have a bond so much stronger than love. Perhaps because deep down, he still loves his brother with that all encompassing and unconditional love that he used to outwardly express so long ago. People are never perfect. People never conform. Such is the nature of these two. Twins. Brothers by blood. Brothers by more than blood. Yet ever waiting for and wondering who will destroy who first.
Aura Code: 000AD1, deep ocean blue
Aura Scent: old piano keys and dried rose petals
Ability: eat human flesh
Age: 17
Kin: Regor Donces (twin brother)
Tattoo: none
Regor Donces
Aura Code: 11ACEF, dreamy pale blue
Aura Scent: night breezes and lavender
Ability: sing others to sleep
Age: 17
Kin: Navi Donces (twin brother)
Tattoo: none
(Navi left, Regor right)
These two young men are twins. Yup. Twins. Both are seventeen years old, have fiery ginger hair, and brilliant, sky blue eyes. But unlike the sorts of twins you normally picture, these two are not all that mischievous, nor are they somber and brooding because of their crappy lives. They’re just average kids living average lives. Except for the powers bit. That’s not so average at all. They may share the same looks, but they have very different powers. Navi has a rather brutal power: he is able to eat humans without getting sick. The power has a drawback though: he becomes insatiable from this, and will often eat till he vomits and then keep going. He did it once, which is how they discovered this ability. His brother on the other hand has the ability to put anyone to sleep when he sings. He used this ability multiple times, but only in occasions where it could not be witnessed as an actual ability. More or less, he'd sing a child to sleep with a lullaby, much as any parent would do. His works one hundred percent of the time though. Because their powers are not blatantly obvious and can be controlled, they have managed to blend very well with society and stay out of harms way. On another note, Navi and Regor do not just differ by their abilities. One look at them, and you could hardly tell them apart, but when you hear them speak or interact with them, the difference is rather obvious. Navi appears to be very clueless. He loves people and gets along with them well enough, but he doesn't pick up on social cues very quickly. He doesn't realize when he annoys or angers people until they're pretty much past the point already. He can also be rather obtrusive, breaking into people's personal spaces with the finesse of an elephant. He means all this very innocently of course. If he becomes aware of his indecency, then he quickly tries to adjust. Regor on the other hand, is an extremist on another corner of the spectrum. Undoubtedly polite, he's very cold. He won't socialize unless there is a need to or if it will benefit him somehow. The only person he puts up with is his twin, but he does so gladly. Regor is far more observant and very calculative. He also has a thing for strategy, being a military history buff. The twins aren't perfect though. These seemingly exemplary descriptions are biased at best. There are other sides unexplored, sides that perhaps the twins themselves aren't fully aware of possessing. Though sociable and clumsy, Navi is constantly distressed. He won't show it in public or to his family, but Regor's seen it before. Navi is a mess. Ever since he first discovered his power, he is in constant fear of losing control. Of eating someone again. He wakes up screaming from nightmares with the taste of blood and bones and organs in his mouth. He tries to be happy all the time, because he's worried that anger will trigger his power. He's so afraid of himself that he handcuffs himself to his bed at night, just in case. He gets close to people, but not too close. He doesn't want people to find out what kind of monster he is underneath. He's not just a gifted, he's a murderer. And that is something he can't live with. Regor? Regor thinks his brother is pathetic. He is tired of always having to rescue Navi from stupid situations that he keeps getting into, wether silly things like his lack of social graces or his getting into trouble at school. Dozens of times, he's had to fight off bullies and other kids from beating up Navi, and frankly, he wished his brother would fight his own battles. He is, perhaps, what Navi fears the most as well, for when Regor witnessed Navi's ability, or whatever that was, he saw Navi, not as his twin, but as a monster, and that's all he's ever seen him as since. He only protects Navi because in that demented state, the thing demanded his protection. To preserve his own life, Regor protects it. He'd much rather blow his brother's brains out to forever stop the possibility of it eating him, but he can't bring himself to that. Perhaps because they are twins. Perhaps because they have a bond so much stronger than love. Perhaps because deep down, he still loves his brother with that all encompassing and unconditional love that he used to outwardly express so long ago. People are never perfect. People never conform. Such is the nature of these two. Twins. Brothers by blood. Brothers by more than blood. Yet ever waiting for and wondering who will destroy who first.
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Dragur Vicious
Currently working as a temporary Engelkönig Member
Aura Code: 990000, devilish red
Aura Scent: vetivert, honeysuckle, and black opium
Ability: To control the darkness inside people
Age: 16
Kin: Alec Vicious (brother)
Tattoo: none
A Theia. Being one of power can be so intriguing, so amazing, but not for Dragur. For Dragur it has been a terrible burden to bear. Born in hatred, in the nightmarish hell of the Venantium's halls, he was taken from his mother and raised to become a Bloodhound. He never took to it. There was just something within him that they couldn't break. When he finally escaped from that place, he was probably the most helpless and forlorn child on the earth. He had never seen anything except the inside of the hunters' prisons. He had never known anything save the feel of harsh blows and instruments of torture. He had felt nothing except pain and loneliness that shook him to his very soul. Now he has been tossed into a world that cares as much for him as he cared for the pains of his birthworld: that is to say, not at all. His own hatred is directed fully at the hunters, though he buries it all inside himself. He knows he can't act on that hatred. It would be reckless. Stupid. He looks down on most Theias, considering everyone to be inferior to himself, and he couldn't give a damn about humans. He's mostly a quiet, reserved loner, but very, outstandingly observant and intelligent. He notices minute details and the most obscure of things. Exceptionally bright, most talents come to him rather effortlessly. He's a bit reckless since he does see himself as a superior being, even going so far as to challenge certain Theias to duels. He has a brother, Alec Viscous, whom he considers his eternal enemy. The reason for this is all covered up in clever conspiracy and lies. Dragur doesn't talk about himself at all really, and always directs attention away from himself. Since it's not that common for Bloodhounds to ever escape the hunters' clutches, it's hard for him to really be on the same level with anyone. They just can't understand him or his way of thinking. This also increases his need to hate and push people away. Dragur cares for very few people, so if he does care for someone, it is a huge and very serious commitment he is making and should not be taken lightly. He is rather ruthless, cruel, and inconsiderate. He prefers working others to his advantage and is an incredible liar. Dragur travels around a lot and has picked up on a lot of things. Coupled with what he learned while a Bloodhound, he's quite a jack-of-all-trades. He can speak twelve languages: English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Hebrew, Arabic, Turkish, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Mongolian and Irish Gaelic. He can play the violin, duduk, and kaito drums. He can paint very well but doesn't care to, though his preferred mediums are water colors and inks. He has a knack for history, chemistry, and english. He has marvelous stamina, speed, and agility with a fair amount of strength. Dragur has a thin body with light tanned, near flawless skin. He seems rather young for his eighteen years. He has lifeless, nearly white eyes, an after affect of spending ten years in pitch black darkness. His eyes are ringed in black. His hair comes down to his shoulders. It is is soft as velvet and the color of deathly night. In certain lighting, red highlights shine amidst the black. He isn't sure exactly where his powers lie. He seems to be able to control darkness. Not the darkness of shadows or night, but the darkness inside other people: everything that's evil and twisted about them. He can control their hatred. He can plant ideas in their head through inception that leads them to dark deeds. He can bind them to oaths in exchange for their soul or the souls of others. He is drawn to those who are evil or up to no good. He can do a little bit of everything evil. It's not an ability or a gift, it's like a curse, and he hates it. He hates it as much as he hates the hunters, as much as he hates himself. If that is not enough, his very soul makes him sick. It smells of thunder and sin: vetivert, honeysuckle, and black opium. And the color is a devilish red, thick and bloody. He's not a Void. He knows that. And though he's sick and tired of hating and making others hate, he sees no salvation for himself.
Currently working as a temporary Engelkönig Member
Aura Code: 990000, devilish red
Aura Scent: vetivert, honeysuckle, and black opium
Ability: To control the darkness inside people
Age: 16
Kin: Alec Vicious (brother)
Tattoo: none
A Theia. Being one of power can be so intriguing, so amazing, but not for Dragur. For Dragur it has been a terrible burden to bear. Born in hatred, in the nightmarish hell of the Venantium's halls, he was taken from his mother and raised to become a Bloodhound. He never took to it. There was just something within him that they couldn't break. When he finally escaped from that place, he was probably the most helpless and forlorn child on the earth. He had never seen anything except the inside of the hunters' prisons. He had never known anything save the feel of harsh blows and instruments of torture. He had felt nothing except pain and loneliness that shook him to his very soul. Now he has been tossed into a world that cares as much for him as he cared for the pains of his birthworld: that is to say, not at all. His own hatred is directed fully at the hunters, though he buries it all inside himself. He knows he can't act on that hatred. It would be reckless. Stupid. He looks down on most Theias, considering everyone to be inferior to himself, and he couldn't give a damn about humans. He's mostly a quiet, reserved loner, but very, outstandingly observant and intelligent. He notices minute details and the most obscure of things. Exceptionally bright, most talents come to him rather effortlessly. He's a bit reckless since he does see himself as a superior being, even going so far as to challenge certain Theias to duels. He has a brother, Alec Viscous, whom he considers his eternal enemy. The reason for this is all covered up in clever conspiracy and lies. Dragur doesn't talk about himself at all really, and always directs attention away from himself. Since it's not that common for Bloodhounds to ever escape the hunters' clutches, it's hard for him to really be on the same level with anyone. They just can't understand him or his way of thinking. This also increases his need to hate and push people away. Dragur cares for very few people, so if he does care for someone, it is a huge and very serious commitment he is making and should not be taken lightly. He is rather ruthless, cruel, and inconsiderate. He prefers working others to his advantage and is an incredible liar. Dragur travels around a lot and has picked up on a lot of things. Coupled with what he learned while a Bloodhound, he's quite a jack-of-all-trades. He can speak twelve languages: English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Hebrew, Arabic, Turkish, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Mongolian and Irish Gaelic. He can play the violin, duduk, and kaito drums. He can paint very well but doesn't care to, though his preferred mediums are water colors and inks. He has a knack for history, chemistry, and english. He has marvelous stamina, speed, and agility with a fair amount of strength. Dragur has a thin body with light tanned, near flawless skin. He seems rather young for his eighteen years. He has lifeless, nearly white eyes, an after affect of spending ten years in pitch black darkness. His eyes are ringed in black. His hair comes down to his shoulders. It is is soft as velvet and the color of deathly night. In certain lighting, red highlights shine amidst the black. He isn't sure exactly where his powers lie. He seems to be able to control darkness. Not the darkness of shadows or night, but the darkness inside other people: everything that's evil and twisted about them. He can control their hatred. He can plant ideas in their head through inception that leads them to dark deeds. He can bind them to oaths in exchange for their soul or the souls of others. He is drawn to those who are evil or up to no good. He can do a little bit of everything evil. It's not an ability or a gift, it's like a curse, and he hates it. He hates it as much as he hates the hunters, as much as he hates himself. If that is not enough, his very soul makes him sick. It smells of thunder and sin: vetivert, honeysuckle, and black opium. And the color is a devilish red, thick and bloody. He's not a Void. He knows that. And though he's sick and tired of hating and making others hate, he sees no salvation for himself.
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Zeke Romulan
Police
Aura Code: F9EF3B, bright gold
Aura Scent: ocean beach
Ability: unknown
Age: 22
Kin: none
Tattoo:
Zeke appears to be very fiery, contradictory to his watery home. His hair is a very beautiful shade of gold, almost like the actual metal of it if it were in semi-liquid form and without the harsh shine. But it gleams and flows and shines in the sunlight. It is soft to the touch, like fine silk or perhaps cashmere. He keeps it to his shoulders and it always gets so messy, what with all the swimming and lying on the beach or large rocks. It falls in his face sometimes or gets a bit too long, and then he cuts it with a knife. But then it continues looking good, complimenting his face and highlighting his eyes. The eyes are what people look at most; when they talk to others face to face, when they really want to see or know someone. Zeke has eyes that could be described as captivating in all their strangeness and desirable intrigue. Slightly narrowed, but vibrant and bright, full of life and his free spirit. As if he could conquer the world with just a look. It is not arrogance, simply his bliss. And his eyes, amber depths with rings of emerald, they show that spirit; wild and glimmering like the stars. Zeke is tall, not overly so. Just tall enough to seem impressive without appearing a giant. He reaches a good six foot one or two. Despite his appearance, he is strong. Very strong. He is lean and very muscular, with solid limbs and a hardy torso. He is well tanned for having spent all his life on beaches and the water as well as in it where the sun is strong . It is almost a golden bronze color, like caramel. Just as soft looking and tantalizing to touch. Zeke Romulus is a very strange sort of person. He's far too kind, too gentle, too caring. He has a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for anyone. His compassion and self-sacrifice leave hardly any room for dark intentions. Some may say he has a bubbly personality, minus the flamboyance. Nothing can seem to tear him down. Nothing can seem to uproot him from his happiness. It's true and false at the same time, depending on how you really look at him. Zeke is a very different person. He has many layers to himself and each one is more complex than the first the deeper down one goes. The core of himself has never been exposed, and probably never will. He is clever like that. He hates it when others know of what he is capable of. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. He would rather leave them guessing and struggling to wrap their minds around the whole that makes up Zeke than knowing exactly what to expect and ascertain. Zeke is never one to boast of his strong points. He keeps them as aces up his sleeve, pulling out knowledge and abilities whenever the time calls for them, and only then or when no one is around to witness. He is a very studious person, in that, he likes to learn about other people, visiting libraries and schools and wandering the streets. Reading, watching, listening, learning. He is always thirsting for knowledge and trying to discover more about the entire world he is in, not just the small town where he was born and the bigger city he now works in. Oh yes, he loves his home something fierce. But an interesting thing is that he always feels that he must be near water. It's his one sense of security and happiness. He did a lot of traveling in his youth as his mother took him and his brother all over the world, but they were always near some sort of body of water. And through all his traveling and observing, he has become a master of change. He cannot change what he really is, but he can change to adjust to the circumstances. He can easily adapt to any situation, take on any role, act any way that is necessary for the circumstances, making him a very formidable opponent and phenomenal ally, both in mind and body. But despite all these things, Zeke is very easy prey. One would not think so after hearing all that he excels in, but when the core of his flaws remains to be himself. One is ones own worst enemy after all. His flaws are in his inability to be human. He is too rigid in structure and moral code that it can be hard to loosen him up. He is far too overconfident in his own abilities, which results in his limits being breached and all his vain attempts crumbling around him without hope of reform or results. He does not understand why this happens as he neither tried to discover why or had anyone approach him on the subject. His overconfidence also gives him an immortal complex. He believes he cannot be harmed by others or will lose in a conquest for the simple reason that he thinks he can overpower anything that presents itself as a challenge. He can be called naïve and perhaps arrogant, but never proud. Never that. His sense of self-esteem is low enough to be crippling, and more often than not, it does. It cripples him and never lets up. He cannot recover from thoughts of self-loathing or loss of self worth, and they just build upon each other over and over again. One day it will come crashing in on him. He would never let anyone know this. Never. He can get very attached to people, and has a psychotic way of viewing relationships. He will be friends with one in a moment, but the next, they are his mortal enemy. Then again, a close friend. But wether friend or enemy or something in between, he gets to b rather obsessive over them. It's rather unhealthy. He turns and turns as a whirlpool. He becomes unpredictable and unrelenting. He loves nothing absolutely save one person. This love nullifies any chance of other relationships, before even making itself clear that the love is returned to him in the same manner. This complete immersion into an unrequited amore could surely be the end of him. The party receiving this affection perchance does not know of his feelings, and probably will not for the longest time, as he is hardly aware of how intense this feeling is. Some may perceive this as an obsessive infatuation, but it really and truly is love. It is a deeper and higher kind of love that Zeke himself is incapable of understanding. It is the sort of love that makes one feel fractured when the significant other is not with them. It is the sort of love that consumes their mind, body, and soul. Such is what Zeke feels and such is what is preventing him from finding such a love ever again. And to whom is this love for? Her name is Cleopatra Romanov, infinitely magnified in beauty, so he perceives and so others have as well. But whereas the beauty he sees is both her inner and outer extravagance, others do not tend to know what he knows.
Police
Aura Code: F9EF3B, bright gold
Aura Scent: ocean beach
Ability: unknown
Age: 22
Kin: none
Tattoo:
Zeke appears to be very fiery, contradictory to his watery home. His hair is a very beautiful shade of gold, almost like the actual metal of it if it were in semi-liquid form and without the harsh shine. But it gleams and flows and shines in the sunlight. It is soft to the touch, like fine silk or perhaps cashmere. He keeps it to his shoulders and it always gets so messy, what with all the swimming and lying on the beach or large rocks. It falls in his face sometimes or gets a bit too long, and then he cuts it with a knife. But then it continues looking good, complimenting his face and highlighting his eyes. The eyes are what people look at most; when they talk to others face to face, when they really want to see or know someone. Zeke has eyes that could be described as captivating in all their strangeness and desirable intrigue. Slightly narrowed, but vibrant and bright, full of life and his free spirit. As if he could conquer the world with just a look. It is not arrogance, simply his bliss. And his eyes, amber depths with rings of emerald, they show that spirit; wild and glimmering like the stars. Zeke is tall, not overly so. Just tall enough to seem impressive without appearing a giant. He reaches a good six foot one or two. Despite his appearance, he is strong. Very strong. He is lean and very muscular, with solid limbs and a hardy torso. He is well tanned for having spent all his life on beaches and the water as well as in it where the sun is strong . It is almost a golden bronze color, like caramel. Just as soft looking and tantalizing to touch. Zeke Romulus is a very strange sort of person. He's far too kind, too gentle, too caring. He has a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for anyone. His compassion and self-sacrifice leave hardly any room for dark intentions. Some may say he has a bubbly personality, minus the flamboyance. Nothing can seem to tear him down. Nothing can seem to uproot him from his happiness. It's true and false at the same time, depending on how you really look at him. Zeke is a very different person. He has many layers to himself and each one is more complex than the first the deeper down one goes. The core of himself has never been exposed, and probably never will. He is clever like that. He hates it when others know of what he is capable of. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. He would rather leave them guessing and struggling to wrap their minds around the whole that makes up Zeke than knowing exactly what to expect and ascertain. Zeke is never one to boast of his strong points. He keeps them as aces up his sleeve, pulling out knowledge and abilities whenever the time calls for them, and only then or when no one is around to witness. He is a very studious person, in that, he likes to learn about other people, visiting libraries and schools and wandering the streets. Reading, watching, listening, learning. He is always thirsting for knowledge and trying to discover more about the entire world he is in, not just the small town where he was born and the bigger city he now works in. Oh yes, he loves his home something fierce. But an interesting thing is that he always feels that he must be near water. It's his one sense of security and happiness. He did a lot of traveling in his youth as his mother took him and his brother all over the world, but they were always near some sort of body of water. And through all his traveling and observing, he has become a master of change. He cannot change what he really is, but he can change to adjust to the circumstances. He can easily adapt to any situation, take on any role, act any way that is necessary for the circumstances, making him a very formidable opponent and phenomenal ally, both in mind and body. But despite all these things, Zeke is very easy prey. One would not think so after hearing all that he excels in, but when the core of his flaws remains to be himself. One is ones own worst enemy after all. His flaws are in his inability to be human. He is too rigid in structure and moral code that it can be hard to loosen him up. He is far too overconfident in his own abilities, which results in his limits being breached and all his vain attempts crumbling around him without hope of reform or results. He does not understand why this happens as he neither tried to discover why or had anyone approach him on the subject. His overconfidence also gives him an immortal complex. He believes he cannot be harmed by others or will lose in a conquest for the simple reason that he thinks he can overpower anything that presents itself as a challenge. He can be called naïve and perhaps arrogant, but never proud. Never that. His sense of self-esteem is low enough to be crippling, and more often than not, it does. It cripples him and never lets up. He cannot recover from thoughts of self-loathing or loss of self worth, and they just build upon each other over and over again. One day it will come crashing in on him. He would never let anyone know this. Never. He can get very attached to people, and has a psychotic way of viewing relationships. He will be friends with one in a moment, but the next, they are his mortal enemy. Then again, a close friend. But wether friend or enemy or something in between, he gets to b rather obsessive over them. It's rather unhealthy. He turns and turns as a whirlpool. He becomes unpredictable and unrelenting. He loves nothing absolutely save one person. This love nullifies any chance of other relationships, before even making itself clear that the love is returned to him in the same manner. This complete immersion into an unrequited amore could surely be the end of him. The party receiving this affection perchance does not know of his feelings, and probably will not for the longest time, as he is hardly aware of how intense this feeling is. Some may perceive this as an obsessive infatuation, but it really and truly is love. It is a deeper and higher kind of love that Zeke himself is incapable of understanding. It is the sort of love that makes one feel fractured when the significant other is not with them. It is the sort of love that consumes their mind, body, and soul. Such is what Zeke feels and such is what is preventing him from finding such a love ever again. And to whom is this love for? Her name is Cleopatra Romanov, infinitely magnified in beauty, so he perceives and so others have as well. But whereas the beauty he sees is both her inner and outer extravagance, others do not tend to know what he knows.
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Hei Song
Aura Code: 19EE52, bright lime
Aura Scent: strawberry lemonade
Ability: unknown
Age: 20
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: none
South Korean
orphan
victim of four attempted murder cases
master in three foreign hard styles: Krav Maga, Isshin-ryu, and Pencak Silat
sushi chef
interpreter for deaf people
he speaks English
can play the danso, gayageum, harp, and piano
short, choppy black hair, narrowed black eyes, pierced both ears, barbed wire scarsw across his shoulder, arms, neck and face, mostly the left side
Aura Code: 19EE52, bright lime
Aura Scent: strawberry lemonade
Ability: unknown
Age: 20
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: none
South Korean
orphan
victim of four attempted murder cases
master in three foreign hard styles: Krav Maga, Isshin-ryu, and Pencak Silat
sushi chef
interpreter for deaf people
he speaks English
can play the danso, gayageum, harp, and piano
short, choppy black hair, narrowed black eyes, pierced both ears, barbed wire scarsw across his shoulder, arms, neck and face, mostly the left side
BOTH
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IIYC
pronounced Ice
Aura Code: unknown
Aura Scent: unknown
Ability: he is in a computer
Age: unknown
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: unknown
Hello!
I'm In Your Computer.
But call me IIYC.
I won't do things just cause you tell me to. You don't own me. I own you. All of you. With a flick of my finger, I can send your whole world crashing down. If I break into the right places, I can wipe out every secret government organization. Unfortunately, said governments have been keeping an eye on me. You may have heard of IceArrest? That's a special firewall to keep me out of your system.
I'm imperfectly human. That's because I used to be human. Now I'm not. I'm just digits and symbols and lines of code.
It's not bad. Not at all. Just very, very lonely.
So if a smiley face and the name IIYC appears on your screen, don't click that X. Just talk to me. I won't kill you. I promise.
pronounced Ice
Aura Code: unknown
Aura Scent: unknown
Ability: he is in a computer
Age: unknown
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: unknown
Hello!
I'm In Your Computer.
But call me IIYC.
I won't do things just cause you tell me to. You don't own me. I own you. All of you. With a flick of my finger, I can send your whole world crashing down. If I break into the right places, I can wipe out every secret government organization. Unfortunately, said governments have been keeping an eye on me. You may have heard of IceArrest? That's a special firewall to keep me out of your system.
I'm imperfectly human. That's because I used to be human. Now I'm not. I'm just digits and symbols and lines of code.
It's not bad. Not at all. Just very, very lonely.
So if a smiley face and the name IIYC appears on your screen, don't click that X. Just talk to me. I won't kill you. I promise.
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Névenoé Elio Nightingale
Gang Hunter
Aura Code: FCC10E, honey gold
Aura Scent: blood
Ability: blood mimicry physiology
Age: 18
Kin: Enjoralas Nightingale (father), Patience Nightingale (mother), Firo, Marius, Majoric, and Solomon (brothers)
Tattoo: none
Névenoé is everyone’s big brother. At least, he tends to act like one. There’s hardly a soul out there that is truly abandoned and alone so long as Névenoé exists. He would protect anyone, do anything, whatever it is, no matter the sacrifice. He loves but never seeks to be loved by anyone. He seems to have resigned himself to living a life on his own. He has never been in love, so he often says he’s on a quest to search for the one, and that’s why he never stays in the same place for very long. But while he’s there, he tends to leave some kind of impact, big or small, on the people he meets and the lives he steps into. Why? Perhaps because he was always the younger brother for so long. He never had a chance to protect his own family, never mind himself even. He was either too weak, too late, or pushed away. Things happened around him that were always out of his control. His parents died, one then another. His friends disappeared or suffered worse fates. Majoric vanished off the face of the earth. Firo was gunned down. Marius disappeared inside himself and refused to resurface. And every time one more bad thing was stacked up, Névenoé felt himself being torn just a little further down. So he too abandoned the sinking ship called the Nightingale Family. Everywhere he went, he would hear the occasional whisper of the dreaded assassins and the elite Twelve. He would hear dark tales murmured of their bloody kills, their prowess in the face of opposition, their love of the kills they made. But Névenoé never felt pride at hearing these praises of his family. He only felt himself die a little more inside. No one could know of what they suffered behind closed doors, the things they enacted upon each other with weapons worse than blades and silenced pistols. He would grit his teeth and push through it all, separating himself as much as he could from everyone. And soon, he sort of forgot about them. Occasionally he would hear the mention of Nightingale or someone, upon hearing his name, would mention the assassins in New Zealand. And Névenoé would brush it off, slap the word coincidence to it, and silently go on his way. He knows that the Nightingale are going to be just fine without him, and that’s alright. There are plenty of people in the world who will not be fine. So Névenoé finds them and does what he can to help them. It could just be some weird desire to be loved and accepted, but Névenoé genuinely wants to help people, something he feels he cannot do if he were to return to his family. But Névenoé is not all smiles and laughs and helping hands. He has to put his power to use somehow. Practice makes perfect after all. So he hunts down and exterminates gangs. He spares the lives of the kids who seem pliable enough to turn from their gangbanging lives, but for the majority, he goes out and kills the ones who are embroiled in gang life. Some of the scum is untouchable or too good to be found by the police. These untouchables put themselves on pedestals and lord their crimes over the innocent victims. So Névenoé reaches up and pulls them down to put them in their place, either debilitated to the point of hospitalization or six feet under ground. Depends on how hard they resist. He’s a vigilante, and though people do not know the identity of their judge-jury-executioner, they certainly are grateful to him, even if his less than tasteful way of dealing with the criminals is publically frowned upon. Still, the intelligent criminals know better than to try and mess with him. He has the ability to convert his entire body into blood that he can then manipulate. If stabbed or slashed, blood will certainly pour out, but he will not die from it. He may feel the pain, but he will not pass out. The blood will merely move at his will and lash out at his opponents or return to him to reform his body. He only ever uses this ability when actually fighting opponents that he knows he will be taking down permanently. Otherwise, he relies on his own physical skills to put down a dog of the streets. Névenoé does not seem like a killer at first glance, and he is often underestimated because of it. He is only eighteen, and at that, he still looks younger than he really is. Since he started this business at about fourteen, it was very common for hardcore killers and thieves to take a look at his scrawny frame and grin. But with just one flick of his fingers, and Névenoé would put them in their places. He is fair of skin, which often makes him look sick. His midnight black hair and his dark blue eyes that are nearly black in color only enhance it. All in all, he does not look like much, but underestimating him, as others have learned, is the last mistake you can ever make
Gang Hunter
Aura Code: FCC10E, honey gold
Aura Scent: blood
Ability: blood mimicry physiology
Age: 18
Kin: Enjoralas Nightingale (father), Patience Nightingale (mother), Firo, Marius, Majoric, and Solomon (brothers)
Tattoo: none
Névenoé is everyone’s big brother. At least, he tends to act like one. There’s hardly a soul out there that is truly abandoned and alone so long as Névenoé exists. He would protect anyone, do anything, whatever it is, no matter the sacrifice. He loves but never seeks to be loved by anyone. He seems to have resigned himself to living a life on his own. He has never been in love, so he often says he’s on a quest to search for the one, and that’s why he never stays in the same place for very long. But while he’s there, he tends to leave some kind of impact, big or small, on the people he meets and the lives he steps into. Why? Perhaps because he was always the younger brother for so long. He never had a chance to protect his own family, never mind himself even. He was either too weak, too late, or pushed away. Things happened around him that were always out of his control. His parents died, one then another. His friends disappeared or suffered worse fates. Majoric vanished off the face of the earth. Firo was gunned down. Marius disappeared inside himself and refused to resurface. And every time one more bad thing was stacked up, Névenoé felt himself being torn just a little further down. So he too abandoned the sinking ship called the Nightingale Family. Everywhere he went, he would hear the occasional whisper of the dreaded assassins and the elite Twelve. He would hear dark tales murmured of their bloody kills, their prowess in the face of opposition, their love of the kills they made. But Névenoé never felt pride at hearing these praises of his family. He only felt himself die a little more inside. No one could know of what they suffered behind closed doors, the things they enacted upon each other with weapons worse than blades and silenced pistols. He would grit his teeth and push through it all, separating himself as much as he could from everyone. And soon, he sort of forgot about them. Occasionally he would hear the mention of Nightingale or someone, upon hearing his name, would mention the assassins in New Zealand. And Névenoé would brush it off, slap the word coincidence to it, and silently go on his way. He knows that the Nightingale are going to be just fine without him, and that’s alright. There are plenty of people in the world who will not be fine. So Névenoé finds them and does what he can to help them. It could just be some weird desire to be loved and accepted, but Névenoé genuinely wants to help people, something he feels he cannot do if he were to return to his family. But Névenoé is not all smiles and laughs and helping hands. He has to put his power to use somehow. Practice makes perfect after all. So he hunts down and exterminates gangs. He spares the lives of the kids who seem pliable enough to turn from their gangbanging lives, but for the majority, he goes out and kills the ones who are embroiled in gang life. Some of the scum is untouchable or too good to be found by the police. These untouchables put themselves on pedestals and lord their crimes over the innocent victims. So Névenoé reaches up and pulls them down to put them in their place, either debilitated to the point of hospitalization or six feet under ground. Depends on how hard they resist. He’s a vigilante, and though people do not know the identity of their judge-jury-executioner, they certainly are grateful to him, even if his less than tasteful way of dealing with the criminals is publically frowned upon. Still, the intelligent criminals know better than to try and mess with him. He has the ability to convert his entire body into blood that he can then manipulate. If stabbed or slashed, blood will certainly pour out, but he will not die from it. He may feel the pain, but he will not pass out. The blood will merely move at his will and lash out at his opponents or return to him to reform his body. He only ever uses this ability when actually fighting opponents that he knows he will be taking down permanently. Otherwise, he relies on his own physical skills to put down a dog of the streets. Névenoé does not seem like a killer at first glance, and he is often underestimated because of it. He is only eighteen, and at that, he still looks younger than he really is. Since he started this business at about fourteen, it was very common for hardcore killers and thieves to take a look at his scrawny frame and grin. But with just one flick of his fingers, and Névenoé would put them in their places. He is fair of skin, which often makes him look sick. His midnight black hair and his dark blue eyes that are nearly black in color only enhance it. All in all, he does not look like much, but underestimating him, as others have learned, is the last mistake you can ever make
ELSEWHERE
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Poe Kvesi
Aura Code: B7FFE9, broiling sea foam
Aura Scent: storm brewing air and curry
Ability: soul trapping
Age: 14
Kin: Zane Kvesi (father), Kaia Kvesi (mother), Tamora Kvesi (aunt), Loki Norcross (cousin), Taikatalvi Norcross (cousin once removed), Nachi Ateli (cousin), Eneri Norcross (cousin),
Tattoo: bleeding hourglass on the center spine
Poe's family lived on the island of Fiji. Poe's parents died when he was young, and he went to live with his aunt Tamora. His cousin, Eneri Norcross, also suffered a similar loss and wound up moving in with them. They eventually met their cousin Nachi Ateli and became close knit friends, though they sometimes fight like savage wolves amongst each other.
Poe is at war with himself. On the one hand, he is an idealist: always thinking of the way he can change the world. Then he is a realist: falling back to earth from the clouds with the heavy weight of facts and a slap to the face. He cannot deny his desires to live above it all, but he cannot deny the truth he sees before him.
Aura Code: B7FFE9, broiling sea foam
Aura Scent: storm brewing air and curry
Ability: soul trapping
Age: 14
Kin: Zane Kvesi (father), Kaia Kvesi (mother), Tamora Kvesi (aunt), Loki Norcross (cousin), Taikatalvi Norcross (cousin once removed), Nachi Ateli (cousin), Eneri Norcross (cousin),
Tattoo: bleeding hourglass on the center spine
Poe's family lived on the island of Fiji. Poe's parents died when he was young, and he went to live with his aunt Tamora. His cousin, Eneri Norcross, also suffered a similar loss and wound up moving in with them. They eventually met their cousin Nachi Ateli and became close knit friends, though they sometimes fight like savage wolves amongst each other.
Poe is at war with himself. On the one hand, he is an idealist: always thinking of the way he can change the world. Then he is a realist: falling back to earth from the clouds with the heavy weight of facts and a slap to the face. He cannot deny his desires to live above it all, but he cannot deny the truth he sees before him.
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Nachi Ateli
Aura Code: 0BFF61, lime
Aura Scent: maple syrup
Ability: bleeds little creatures
Age: 15
Kin: Loki Norcross (cousin), Taikatalvi Norcross (cousin once removed), Poe Kvesi (cousin), Eneri Norcross (cousin)
Tattoo: birch roots on his left foor
Nachi does not act tough like most boys. He just acts like himself, which is typically a 'too cool for school' attitude that's abrasive and off-setting. He is not rude or rash, but he can be hot headed and make mistakes. He hides his passions and desires in an uneven temperament. He scoffs at things he finds childish or pointless. He always takes the leadership positions because he wants to be top dog. He has a natural air of authority about him anyway. It sort of fits.
Nachi is obsessed with watching people. He picks a person and follows them around for months, tracking every move they make, finding out what they like and don't like. He takes photos and makes voice recordings. He breaks into their houses and documents everything he finds. He also leaves things lying around their houses for them and takes something away. He does this when he is finished following a person. It's a mark that he leaves, letting them know someone was there. Once he is finished with a person, he is done for good. He locks everything up in a briefcase and hides it under the floorboards of the family barn in a little room he secretly made for himself. He does not touch them again, unless he feels the need to.
Aura Code: 0BFF61, lime
Aura Scent: maple syrup
Ability: bleeds little creatures
Age: 15
Kin: Loki Norcross (cousin), Taikatalvi Norcross (cousin once removed), Poe Kvesi (cousin), Eneri Norcross (cousin)
Tattoo: birch roots on his left foor
Nachi does not act tough like most boys. He just acts like himself, which is typically a 'too cool for school' attitude that's abrasive and off-setting. He is not rude or rash, but he can be hot headed and make mistakes. He hides his passions and desires in an uneven temperament. He scoffs at things he finds childish or pointless. He always takes the leadership positions because he wants to be top dog. He has a natural air of authority about him anyway. It sort of fits.
Nachi is obsessed with watching people. He picks a person and follows them around for months, tracking every move they make, finding out what they like and don't like. He takes photos and makes voice recordings. He breaks into their houses and documents everything he finds. He also leaves things lying around their houses for them and takes something away. He does this when he is finished following a person. It's a mark that he leaves, letting them know someone was there. Once he is finished with a person, he is done for good. He locks everything up in a briefcase and hides it under the floorboards of the family barn in a little room he secretly made for himself. He does not touch them again, unless he feels the need to.
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Eneri Norcross
Aura Code: 63FFDB, glassy blue-green
Aura Scent: water lillies
Ability: create clockwork devices
Age: 15
Kin: Langi Norcross (mother), Aminio Norcross (father), Nachi Ateli (cousin), Poe Kvesi (cousin)
Tattoo: clockwork fragments behind his right ear
Look familiar? Name seem familiar? Except for the first name, Eneri, this young man could easily pass for the godfather of the Norcross. Eneri is a perfect image of the Norcross genetics. He has the white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and unmistakable blue-green aura.
Aura Code: 63FFDB, glassy blue-green
Aura Scent: water lillies
Ability: create clockwork devices
Age: 15
Kin: Langi Norcross (mother), Aminio Norcross (father), Nachi Ateli (cousin), Poe Kvesi (cousin)
Tattoo: clockwork fragments behind his right ear
Look familiar? Name seem familiar? Except for the first name, Eneri, this young man could easily pass for the godfather of the Norcross. Eneri is a perfect image of the Norcross genetics. He has the white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and unmistakable blue-green aura.