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Serendipity
Aura Code: salmon red
Aura Scent: water
Ability: creation
Age: 9
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
High in a clock tower or deep underground in an abandoned ruin, you can find a strange boy with the softest dark hair and fairest skin, sleeping silently on the floor, while the strangest and most phenomenal scenes like dreams fill the space around him, bringing life and light to every corner his presence can reach. Koi fish swim in the air. Floating candle flames illuminate chandeliers suspended by nothing. Where once was a bare wall is now a moving painting of dancing figures in a fantasy forest. Serendipity can create it all. Anything he decides or sets his mind to. He need only reach out and form what he desires, and it will be so. It will be real and permanent as himself. Serendipity can create, and what he creates, his rival, Tiana, destroys. Serendipity does not understand Tiana in many ways. She is his opposite, that much he gets. But her fixation on him is confusing. Why go after him when she knows they are opposites of each other? She mentioned before that she wanted to defeat him, but where they are in power levels, he is above her. In that, he thinks he has a basic grasp of her desires. So he lets her do as she pleases and he responds in kind. If she wants to get stronger and defeat him, he will not just let her. She will have to fight for it. That is how she will achieve her goal, and he is more than willing to help her, even if it will harm him in the process. Serendipity sees her as something of a kindred spirit and even, perhaps, as his best friend. They both have suffered loss and loss of love, and he can relate to her on that more than anyone else. She is also the only one who will acknowledge his existence. Despite having such an incredible and useful power, he remains in the background, never seen or heard. But Tiana is always seeking him out, always tearing down what he creates, spreading her destruction and telling it to his face. She throws at him the ashes of his heart and soul, and he sees this not as an insult, but as an affirmation that he exists and what he created was worth noticing. Worth destroying. And so she is his best friend, wether she knows it or not or even wants to be. This feeling he has towards his friend is only furthered by his inherent nature to deeply and truly love everyone and everything absolutely. He is incapable of hatred, or so he believes. And so, even this pain filled and demented girl is an object of his devotion and love. But unrequited love is a terrible burden. Serendipity never really knew true love before, at least not the sorts that most people are exposed to from their first moments onward. He was born as an experiment by volunteers, then submitted into the GRAIL for experimentation soon as they confirmed he had been born a theia. His powers were stunning. No one could have fathomed their complexity and scope. But he mastered them from an early age, creating replicas of things set in front of him by the testers before he moved on to make whatever it was that came to mind. When he was in the facility, his creativity was hampered by their demands. He was only allowed to create when a doctor was present and only during certain times. And even then, he was only allowed to create the articles they told him to create. Even still, in his free time, he defied them in his own way by creating as he pleased while he was alone in his cell during sleeping hours. He developed an incredible imagination, creating things never appearing to humans before. He invented his own creatures, foods, tastes, smells, colors, even entire worlds within the confines of his cell. But the more he grew and developed, the more the scientists began to fear his powers. Especially when one day he fashioned a weapon and began to play with it as one might shadow spar. Then the scientists cracked down on him harder. The tests increased and time for his 'playing' decreased. He was run ragged every day so that he would be too exhausted to create at night. He was put through rigorous and oftentimes painful experimentation to make up for what they had lost letting him create before. But after a time, the branch of GRAIL he was a part of was wiped out by theias. Serendipity walked away from the wreckage without much care or worry. He was five years old at the time. But then he wandered. Wandered and wandered all by himself. Sometimes he met people. Some intended good, others harm, but he never cared for people in general, for in general, they did nothing but ignore him. Forget he existed. moved on and abandoned him. But not Tiana. She lets him know that he is alive and needed. At least that is what he thinks.
-had his tongue cut out. cannot speak now. is not inhibited by this.
-incapable of understanding death in that he will never move on from it.
-really likes sleeping and dreaming. he does not like soft beds. he likes to sleep on hard floors with a thin blanket and a small pillow at the most
-goes everywhere barefoot. even in deep snow. he only ever wears a pair of dark shorts and a white tank top.
-reads Art of War and Nietzsche and The Illiad and other such things. often quotes those. or shakespeare.
-he is usually found in old clocktowers or cathedrals, high in the rafters and unexplored attics. he loves the sound of bells.
Aura Code: salmon red
Aura Scent: water
Ability: creation
Age: 9
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
High in a clock tower or deep underground in an abandoned ruin, you can find a strange boy with the softest dark hair and fairest skin, sleeping silently on the floor, while the strangest and most phenomenal scenes like dreams fill the space around him, bringing life and light to every corner his presence can reach. Koi fish swim in the air. Floating candle flames illuminate chandeliers suspended by nothing. Where once was a bare wall is now a moving painting of dancing figures in a fantasy forest. Serendipity can create it all. Anything he decides or sets his mind to. He need only reach out and form what he desires, and it will be so. It will be real and permanent as himself. Serendipity can create, and what he creates, his rival, Tiana, destroys. Serendipity does not understand Tiana in many ways. She is his opposite, that much he gets. But her fixation on him is confusing. Why go after him when she knows they are opposites of each other? She mentioned before that she wanted to defeat him, but where they are in power levels, he is above her. In that, he thinks he has a basic grasp of her desires. So he lets her do as she pleases and he responds in kind. If she wants to get stronger and defeat him, he will not just let her. She will have to fight for it. That is how she will achieve her goal, and he is more than willing to help her, even if it will harm him in the process. Serendipity sees her as something of a kindred spirit and even, perhaps, as his best friend. They both have suffered loss and loss of love, and he can relate to her on that more than anyone else. She is also the only one who will acknowledge his existence. Despite having such an incredible and useful power, he remains in the background, never seen or heard. But Tiana is always seeking him out, always tearing down what he creates, spreading her destruction and telling it to his face. She throws at him the ashes of his heart and soul, and he sees this not as an insult, but as an affirmation that he exists and what he created was worth noticing. Worth destroying. And so she is his best friend, wether she knows it or not or even wants to be. This feeling he has towards his friend is only furthered by his inherent nature to deeply and truly love everyone and everything absolutely. He is incapable of hatred, or so he believes. And so, even this pain filled and demented girl is an object of his devotion and love. But unrequited love is a terrible burden. Serendipity never really knew true love before, at least not the sorts that most people are exposed to from their first moments onward. He was born as an experiment by volunteers, then submitted into the GRAIL for experimentation soon as they confirmed he had been born a theia. His powers were stunning. No one could have fathomed their complexity and scope. But he mastered them from an early age, creating replicas of things set in front of him by the testers before he moved on to make whatever it was that came to mind. When he was in the facility, his creativity was hampered by their demands. He was only allowed to create when a doctor was present and only during certain times. And even then, he was only allowed to create the articles they told him to create. Even still, in his free time, he defied them in his own way by creating as he pleased while he was alone in his cell during sleeping hours. He developed an incredible imagination, creating things never appearing to humans before. He invented his own creatures, foods, tastes, smells, colors, even entire worlds within the confines of his cell. But the more he grew and developed, the more the scientists began to fear his powers. Especially when one day he fashioned a weapon and began to play with it as one might shadow spar. Then the scientists cracked down on him harder. The tests increased and time for his 'playing' decreased. He was run ragged every day so that he would be too exhausted to create at night. He was put through rigorous and oftentimes painful experimentation to make up for what they had lost letting him create before. But after a time, the branch of GRAIL he was a part of was wiped out by theias. Serendipity walked away from the wreckage without much care or worry. He was five years old at the time. But then he wandered. Wandered and wandered all by himself. Sometimes he met people. Some intended good, others harm, but he never cared for people in general, for in general, they did nothing but ignore him. Forget he existed. moved on and abandoned him. But not Tiana. She lets him know that he is alive and needed. At least that is what he thinks.
-had his tongue cut out. cannot speak now. is not inhibited by this.
-incapable of understanding death in that he will never move on from it.
-really likes sleeping and dreaming. he does not like soft beds. he likes to sleep on hard floors with a thin blanket and a small pillow at the most
-goes everywhere barefoot. even in deep snow. he only ever wears a pair of dark shorts and a white tank top.
-reads Art of War and Nietzsche and The Illiad and other such things. often quotes those. or shakespeare.
-he is usually found in old clocktowers or cathedrals, high in the rafters and unexplored attics. he loves the sound of bells.
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Whitney Evertree
Aura Code: C3DBD6, wintery blue
Aura Scent: rosemary, sage, and thyme
Ability: unknown
Age: 8
Kin: Viola Evertree (brother)
Tattoo: none
Whitney Evertree is the eight year old brother of Viola Evertree. From a young age, he has known nothing else really except screaming, fear, and pain. His brother often stepped in between him and his parent’s abuses, taking the brunt of things, but Viola could not always be there for him, and over time, Whitney stopped calling his brother’s name. He took things as they came, and eventually, came to understand why they happened and how he ultimately deserved them. It started when he was small, as his father would continually insist, for whatever reason is rational in his head, that Whitney is not his son and that he must be the result of his mother's infidelity. This isn't true, as much as Whitney often wishes he had a different father that he could run away to. No, he's stuck with the sick minded parents that he's got. There were men and women alike who looked down on him and his family and told Whitney he should know better, that his parents were troubled, and that he should report them. But Whitney knows they were lying and that they just wanted to hurt him and his family by tearing them apart. Family was all Whitney ever had. What were friends anyway? His brother was his friend, at least, Whitney always thought so. But then Viola would say things that made no sense. He had probably listened to those evil adults one too many times. He would talk about running away and leaving. It sounded like an adventure, and Whitney thought it would be fun. But when their mother caught wind of their musings, they were in big trouble. Whitney hated seeing his mom upset by the problems he made, so he quickly went against the idea of leaving. This just made Viola all the more determined, and Whitney grew very, very scared. Then, one day, Whitney’s mother tried to hurt him. She just snapped. It happened so fast, he does not really remember it anymore. But he was pretty sure she was trying to hurt him. And then she wasn’t. Then Viola was standing over her body while something metal stuck out of her head. And the two of them dragged themselves to a horrible museum full of scary people. The people were not exactly happy to take on the two kids, and Whitney hid away from them. Soon as Viola determined they were okay, Whitney was sent off to live with his father. First they lived in Japan, and then moved quickly to Siberia. Mr. Evertree gets in trouble with a lot of people, so he says. Whitney just stays quiet, at home or school, and tries to be a good boy. But sometimes, he isn’t as good as he tries to be, and his father gets very angry. Whitney gets angry too. He gets angry when people call him names or the kids at school take his lunch money or lock him in his locker or shove him into the frozen river and hold his head under till his lungs burn. But he can’t fight them. He knows it will be pointless. He has always been a very weak, sick thing. The only thing he can ever win against are maybe small animals. A rabid squirrel is rabid, but it is still smaller than him. He hates animals, and they seem to hate him in return. At least he can do what he wants to them. Even though he’s pale and sick and often limping around like some mangy dog, he will not be totally defeated. So long as he has two legs, he’s going to keep standing up and using them to move forward. Whitney has black hair with an indigo sheen to it and bright red eyes. That's why his father thinks he's not related. It's those demonic eyes. But they only wound up that way the day his powers first emerged. He can change the molecular density of things, able to phase through solid objects and withstand the greatest of impacts. Whitney is very shy and rather delicate in nature since his passion and fervor are bottled up. He acts very hesitant to do much of anything and he tends to be very mellow and mousey. He won't really stand up for himself anymore and gives in to anything anyone says. He is very easily pushed around, and he is the victim of many bullies. His aura is a wintery blue-gray and smells of rosemary, sage, and thyme.
Aura Code: C3DBD6, wintery blue
Aura Scent: rosemary, sage, and thyme
Ability: unknown
Age: 8
Kin: Viola Evertree (brother)
Tattoo: none
Whitney Evertree is the eight year old brother of Viola Evertree. From a young age, he has known nothing else really except screaming, fear, and pain. His brother often stepped in between him and his parent’s abuses, taking the brunt of things, but Viola could not always be there for him, and over time, Whitney stopped calling his brother’s name. He took things as they came, and eventually, came to understand why they happened and how he ultimately deserved them. It started when he was small, as his father would continually insist, for whatever reason is rational in his head, that Whitney is not his son and that he must be the result of his mother's infidelity. This isn't true, as much as Whitney often wishes he had a different father that he could run away to. No, he's stuck with the sick minded parents that he's got. There were men and women alike who looked down on him and his family and told Whitney he should know better, that his parents were troubled, and that he should report them. But Whitney knows they were lying and that they just wanted to hurt him and his family by tearing them apart. Family was all Whitney ever had. What were friends anyway? His brother was his friend, at least, Whitney always thought so. But then Viola would say things that made no sense. He had probably listened to those evil adults one too many times. He would talk about running away and leaving. It sounded like an adventure, and Whitney thought it would be fun. But when their mother caught wind of their musings, they were in big trouble. Whitney hated seeing his mom upset by the problems he made, so he quickly went against the idea of leaving. This just made Viola all the more determined, and Whitney grew very, very scared. Then, one day, Whitney’s mother tried to hurt him. She just snapped. It happened so fast, he does not really remember it anymore. But he was pretty sure she was trying to hurt him. And then she wasn’t. Then Viola was standing over her body while something metal stuck out of her head. And the two of them dragged themselves to a horrible museum full of scary people. The people were not exactly happy to take on the two kids, and Whitney hid away from them. Soon as Viola determined they were okay, Whitney was sent off to live with his father. First they lived in Japan, and then moved quickly to Siberia. Mr. Evertree gets in trouble with a lot of people, so he says. Whitney just stays quiet, at home or school, and tries to be a good boy. But sometimes, he isn’t as good as he tries to be, and his father gets very angry. Whitney gets angry too. He gets angry when people call him names or the kids at school take his lunch money or lock him in his locker or shove him into the frozen river and hold his head under till his lungs burn. But he can’t fight them. He knows it will be pointless. He has always been a very weak, sick thing. The only thing he can ever win against are maybe small animals. A rabid squirrel is rabid, but it is still smaller than him. He hates animals, and they seem to hate him in return. At least he can do what he wants to them. Even though he’s pale and sick and often limping around like some mangy dog, he will not be totally defeated. So long as he has two legs, he’s going to keep standing up and using them to move forward. Whitney has black hair with an indigo sheen to it and bright red eyes. That's why his father thinks he's not related. It's those demonic eyes. But they only wound up that way the day his powers first emerged. He can change the molecular density of things, able to phase through solid objects and withstand the greatest of impacts. Whitney is very shy and rather delicate in nature since his passion and fervor are bottled up. He acts very hesitant to do much of anything and he tends to be very mellow and mousey. He won't really stand up for himself anymore and gives in to anything anyone says. He is very easily pushed around, and he is the victim of many bullies. His aura is a wintery blue-gray and smells of rosemary, sage, and thyme.