Aisthesis
Dmitri Krutikov
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Aura Color: honey-and-cream, a pale gold
Aura Code: EBC78C
Aura Scent: freshly cut wood
Ability: can see out of any eye he draws
Age: 16
Kin: Vitaly and Borya (triplets), Lev (older brother)
Tattoo: skeleton and scythe on left side between neck and shoulder (PIC)
Sweet, shy Dmitri, always feeling a few steps behind; the world has locked him out of its music, so you can't blame him for feeling lost and left out. Though honestly, he wouldn't know he was deaf if others hadn't let him know that they had a sense he lacked; sign language comes so naturally to him that it boggles him to think others communicate differently. He's fairly good at reading lips but he still makes mistakes, so he doesn't rely on that; most of the time he will carry around a pencil and notepad, since the majority of the world can't sign. He's become an expert at reading facial expressions, too; since words won't tell him a person's emotions, he has to count on their body language instead, the crossing of arms and cocking of hips and furrowed brows and bared teeth. This reliance on facial cues has made him quite people-smart, and he's more in tune empathically than the average person. Dmitri becomes very easily excited, sometimes to the extent that his intensity can be too much. It's unexpected from him because he seems so kind and timid at first, but once you get to know him he won't hold back. He has an array of hobbies, none that he's really mastered, but he's always willing to try new things. He's very touchy-feely; he likes giving hugs and holding hands and cuddling. He likes cotton candy snow cones, but he's a little curious about blue raspberry types. He's not a great leader, but he's a very firm supporter for the things he believes in and the people he cares about. It's strange, then, to imagine that he belongs to the ruthless Krutikov family, because he just doesn't... fit. He's too nice. Too squishy. But it's best not to underestimate Dmitri. He sees everything. Literally. At least, he sees everything he chooses to see. Dmitri's ability is that whenever he draws an eye, he can see out of it. Whether it be pencil on paper or a scar on someone's body or paint on a dark alleyway wall, all he has to do is infuse it with his power, and it will serve him. He's the hundred-eyed monster; his little works of art are all over the city and even beyond from those times he'd traveled outside his home, and his eyes have given him more information than he's needed at times. Sure, it's not like they alert him when they sense something happening, but combine his free time and his lack of noise stimulation and you've got a guy who knows how to manage having hundreds of eyes. Dmitri looks like his siblings, Vitaly and Borya, but of course; the three of them are triplets, him being the youngest. He shares their pale skin and soft white hair that falls in neat swathes around his youthful face. The most noticeable physical difference is his eyes; his are a golden hazel, while his siblings have blue or red eyes. It's one way to tell the triplets apart.
Aura Code: EBC78C
Aura Scent: freshly cut wood
Ability: can see out of any eye he draws
Age: 16
Kin: Vitaly and Borya (triplets), Lev (older brother)
Tattoo: skeleton and scythe on left side between neck and shoulder (PIC)
Sweet, shy Dmitri, always feeling a few steps behind; the world has locked him out of its music, so you can't blame him for feeling lost and left out. Though honestly, he wouldn't know he was deaf if others hadn't let him know that they had a sense he lacked; sign language comes so naturally to him that it boggles him to think others communicate differently. He's fairly good at reading lips but he still makes mistakes, so he doesn't rely on that; most of the time he will carry around a pencil and notepad, since the majority of the world can't sign. He's become an expert at reading facial expressions, too; since words won't tell him a person's emotions, he has to count on their body language instead, the crossing of arms and cocking of hips and furrowed brows and bared teeth. This reliance on facial cues has made him quite people-smart, and he's more in tune empathically than the average person. Dmitri becomes very easily excited, sometimes to the extent that his intensity can be too much. It's unexpected from him because he seems so kind and timid at first, but once you get to know him he won't hold back. He has an array of hobbies, none that he's really mastered, but he's always willing to try new things. He's very touchy-feely; he likes giving hugs and holding hands and cuddling. He likes cotton candy snow cones, but he's a little curious about blue raspberry types. He's not a great leader, but he's a very firm supporter for the things he believes in and the people he cares about. It's strange, then, to imagine that he belongs to the ruthless Krutikov family, because he just doesn't... fit. He's too nice. Too squishy. But it's best not to underestimate Dmitri. He sees everything. Literally. At least, he sees everything he chooses to see. Dmitri's ability is that whenever he draws an eye, he can see out of it. Whether it be pencil on paper or a scar on someone's body or paint on a dark alleyway wall, all he has to do is infuse it with his power, and it will serve him. He's the hundred-eyed monster; his little works of art are all over the city and even beyond from those times he'd traveled outside his home, and his eyes have given him more information than he's needed at times. Sure, it's not like they alert him when they sense something happening, but combine his free time and his lack of noise stimulation and you've got a guy who knows how to manage having hundreds of eyes. Dmitri looks like his siblings, Vitaly and Borya, but of course; the three of them are triplets, him being the youngest. He shares their pale skin and soft white hair that falls in neat swathes around his youthful face. The most noticeable physical difference is his eyes; his are a golden hazel, while his siblings have blue or red eyes. It's one way to tell the triplets apart.
Kali
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Age: 18
Kin: Shiva (twin brother), other GRAIL twins (siblings)
Tattoo: wings of arms on her back (PIC)
- fierce and afraid; it is because she is so afraid of losing herself and everything important to her (including loved ones) that she is so fiery
- very protective with the strength and anger to back up her threats
- can go into a murderous frenzy if provoked, and she is very easily provoked; sometimes she may head blindly into situations where she does not have the advantage, and only her will to survive and conquer has saved her multiple times in the past
- only shiva can really calm her
- snow cones can die as far as she's concerned but she does like dark dark chocolate ice cream
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Age: 18
Kin: Shiva (twin brother), other GRAIL twins (siblings)
Tattoo: wings of arms on her back (PIC)
- fierce and afraid; it is because she is so afraid of losing herself and everything important to her (including loved ones) that she is so fiery
- very protective with the strength and anger to back up her threats
- can go into a murderous frenzy if provoked, and she is very easily provoked; sometimes she may head blindly into situations where she does not have the advantage, and only her will to survive and conquer has saved her multiple times in the past
- only shiva can really calm her
- snow cones can die as far as she's concerned but she does like dark dark chocolate ice cream
Kion Alecksander Ravenscroft
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Aura Color: very pale salmon
Aura Code: FABEC4
Aura Scent: coconut and freshly baked bread
Ability: none yet
Age: 4
Kin: Angel Ravencroft (father), Lethe Ravencroft (mother), Khione Ravencroft (sister)
Tattoo: none yet
Mischief. That's what he does. He's pretty smart, though he doesn't put it to good use, unless someone counts making bridges out of forks and spoons useful. He likes to experiment with everything, and that's how he's discovered most of life's rules. For example, things that fall from a ten-story building will make a huge splat when they hit the ground. Also, terrorizing people by releasing spiders into a bathroom is likely to get them angrily chasing after you. He lives life eagerly, always wanting to learn things as long as they're exciting. The lives of frogs interest him. Arithmetic? Not so much. The world of Theias intrigues him too, but only the exciting parts, like the powers and Voids and fighting, not the politics amongst the mafia families. If he's passionate about anything, it's a scattered love, because his brain jumps around to so many of the weird things in the world that he can hardly focus. He does love his family, though, and why wouldn't he? Angel and Lethe have been nothing but good to him, and Khione is the perfect partner in crime. Deep down, there's a part of him that fears - and knows - that he will lose them to some violent situation some day. After all, that's how most family heirs live their lives. But in the meantime he pushes away thoughts of the future, saving them for another time when he's more ready to handle them. He looks just like his father, minus the strange eyes. His are a more normal color, dark blue and vivid. His hair is the same soft, spiked black, and he's already a few inches taller than Khione. His aura is more subtle than either of his parents', with its pale pink color, like salmon, and its soft sweet scent of bread and coconut. He has not really discovered snow cones yet, since he's a little too young to handle them responsibly.
Aura Code: FABEC4
Aura Scent: coconut and freshly baked bread
Ability: none yet
Age: 4
Kin: Angel Ravencroft (father), Lethe Ravencroft (mother), Khione Ravencroft (sister)
Tattoo: none yet
Mischief. That's what he does. He's pretty smart, though he doesn't put it to good use, unless someone counts making bridges out of forks and spoons useful. He likes to experiment with everything, and that's how he's discovered most of life's rules. For example, things that fall from a ten-story building will make a huge splat when they hit the ground. Also, terrorizing people by releasing spiders into a bathroom is likely to get them angrily chasing after you. He lives life eagerly, always wanting to learn things as long as they're exciting. The lives of frogs interest him. Arithmetic? Not so much. The world of Theias intrigues him too, but only the exciting parts, like the powers and Voids and fighting, not the politics amongst the mafia families. If he's passionate about anything, it's a scattered love, because his brain jumps around to so many of the weird things in the world that he can hardly focus. He does love his family, though, and why wouldn't he? Angel and Lethe have been nothing but good to him, and Khione is the perfect partner in crime. Deep down, there's a part of him that fears - and knows - that he will lose them to some violent situation some day. After all, that's how most family heirs live their lives. But in the meantime he pushes away thoughts of the future, saving them for another time when he's more ready to handle them. He looks just like his father, minus the strange eyes. His are a more normal color, dark blue and vivid. His hair is the same soft, spiked black, and he's already a few inches taller than Khione. His aura is more subtle than either of his parents', with its pale pink color, like salmon, and its soft sweet scent of bread and coconut. He has not really discovered snow cones yet, since he's a little too young to handle them responsibly.
Lyra Evelyn Norcross
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Aura Color: neon yellow
Aura Code: CEFF05
Aura Scent: sea salt and old rocks
Ability: control of a black widow tattoo on her right inner wrist
Age: 28
Kin: Loki Norcross (brother) Taikatalvi Norcross (nephew)
Tattoo: black widow on left inner wrist (PIC)
Lyra has always appeared weak. It's in her pale skin, her small size, the way she walks a little slower than everyone else, pants a little harder when she's forced through strenuous exercise. The anemia she was born with ravaged her body, and by the time her parents sent her to a medical facility in Canada when she was five, they thought she was as good as dead. But she didn't die. Miracles happen, even in the world of medicine, and while she wasn't cured entirely, the treatment she received made her stronger. Strong enough to realize that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in a bed in a room with white walls and gentle hands, and so she escaped. She was still young. She knew who her parents were but wasn't exactly sure where they lived. And she knew she was a Theia; she had the tattoo on her wrist to prove that. Well, two tattoos. When Lyra was young, a black mark began to form on her right inner wrist. At first her parents thought she had just been drawing on herself, but it was permanent, and it began to take the definite shape of a spider. When she was four it had fully formed, and it even had a red hourglass on its back. The black widow was much larger than normal black widows were, and the parents were perplexed. Then it started moving around on her body, and they became somewhat horrified, somewhat amused. They weren't sure what the spider was capable of, but they knew it was Lyra's ability manifested a little early, so they quickly placed a tattoo on her other wrist. It was identical to the spider tattoo she already had; they thought it was fitting. Lyra had learned how to use the spider while she was in the hospital. She named it Petra, and she found that it was able to not only crawl around her body like a mobile mark just under the skin, but that it could also go off her body. She taught it to pick locks and even bite people, though when its venom killed some of the nurses, she quickly taught it to stop. It was just like a normal black widow, but bigger, and completely flat; if you brushed your hand over it, you wouldn't be able to feel it at all. On the wall it looks like it was drawn or painted there, until it begins to move around and freak out anyone in the vicinity. And it obeys Lyra's every word. When she was strong enough, she used Petra's help to leave the facility, and she began her life on her own. She didn't want to return back home. Not only did she not know how to get there, but she also felt a certain hatred toward her parents, who had just left her in the hospital and had never come back. She found a fulfilling life on her own, anyways. For a few years she stayed with humans who were amazed at her ability but also frightened by it, and they made no secret of their disgust of her. She stumbled upon a few lone Theias as well. She found early on that her surname meant something to them, but her coloring didn't spark interest until her brother Loki became godfather. Of course, she didn't know anything about what was going on at home during the time she was wandering, but the whispers of her family always intrigued her. She built her life up from a runaway to a teenager that self-studied to a young woman with a respectable job in design. And it was then that she began to forgive her family. Perhaps it was because all her other friends were starting families of their own, but she suddenly felt homesick. She went back and contacted all her former Theia friends, trying to find out where, exactly, the Norcross family lived. And then she found them. Lyra shares the same odd coloring as her brother Loki: silvery white hair, vibrant turquoise eyes, fair skin. Hers is a little paler due to her sickness, but the resemblance is there. She has a naturally athletic body that didn't reach its full potential due to her being weak and unable to exercise much, but she's still quite agile. She likes snow cones a lot, particularly coca-cola and Ramuné flavored snow cones, which she will usually eat instead of drinking the actual soda. She looks very serious all of the time; when she smiles, it's gentle, and her laughs are soft and few. Her demeanor makes her seem a little intimidating to others, but once you get past the stern, seemingly cold exterior, you'll meet her more friendly side. She is very protective of those she cares about and quite untrusting, and she's quite awkward sometimes, too. No one really taught her how to socialize or do anything at all, so she just manages life her own way. She is very much an independent person, but she hates feeling lonely, so she enjoys spending time with strangers. It won't take her long to adapt to whatever new environment she's thrown into. Her aura is noticeable, neon yellow, and it smells of the beach: sea salt and old rocks.
Aura Code: CEFF05
Aura Scent: sea salt and old rocks
Ability: control of a black widow tattoo on her right inner wrist
Age: 28
Kin: Loki Norcross (brother) Taikatalvi Norcross (nephew)
Tattoo: black widow on left inner wrist (PIC)
Lyra has always appeared weak. It's in her pale skin, her small size, the way she walks a little slower than everyone else, pants a little harder when she's forced through strenuous exercise. The anemia she was born with ravaged her body, and by the time her parents sent her to a medical facility in Canada when she was five, they thought she was as good as dead. But she didn't die. Miracles happen, even in the world of medicine, and while she wasn't cured entirely, the treatment she received made her stronger. Strong enough to realize that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in a bed in a room with white walls and gentle hands, and so she escaped. She was still young. She knew who her parents were but wasn't exactly sure where they lived. And she knew she was a Theia; she had the tattoo on her wrist to prove that. Well, two tattoos. When Lyra was young, a black mark began to form on her right inner wrist. At first her parents thought she had just been drawing on herself, but it was permanent, and it began to take the definite shape of a spider. When she was four it had fully formed, and it even had a red hourglass on its back. The black widow was much larger than normal black widows were, and the parents were perplexed. Then it started moving around on her body, and they became somewhat horrified, somewhat amused. They weren't sure what the spider was capable of, but they knew it was Lyra's ability manifested a little early, so they quickly placed a tattoo on her other wrist. It was identical to the spider tattoo she already had; they thought it was fitting. Lyra had learned how to use the spider while she was in the hospital. She named it Petra, and she found that it was able to not only crawl around her body like a mobile mark just under the skin, but that it could also go off her body. She taught it to pick locks and even bite people, though when its venom killed some of the nurses, she quickly taught it to stop. It was just like a normal black widow, but bigger, and completely flat; if you brushed your hand over it, you wouldn't be able to feel it at all. On the wall it looks like it was drawn or painted there, until it begins to move around and freak out anyone in the vicinity. And it obeys Lyra's every word. When she was strong enough, she used Petra's help to leave the facility, and she began her life on her own. She didn't want to return back home. Not only did she not know how to get there, but she also felt a certain hatred toward her parents, who had just left her in the hospital and had never come back. She found a fulfilling life on her own, anyways. For a few years she stayed with humans who were amazed at her ability but also frightened by it, and they made no secret of their disgust of her. She stumbled upon a few lone Theias as well. She found early on that her surname meant something to them, but her coloring didn't spark interest until her brother Loki became godfather. Of course, she didn't know anything about what was going on at home during the time she was wandering, but the whispers of her family always intrigued her. She built her life up from a runaway to a teenager that self-studied to a young woman with a respectable job in design. And it was then that she began to forgive her family. Perhaps it was because all her other friends were starting families of their own, but she suddenly felt homesick. She went back and contacted all her former Theia friends, trying to find out where, exactly, the Norcross family lived. And then she found them. Lyra shares the same odd coloring as her brother Loki: silvery white hair, vibrant turquoise eyes, fair skin. Hers is a little paler due to her sickness, but the resemblance is there. She has a naturally athletic body that didn't reach its full potential due to her being weak and unable to exercise much, but she's still quite agile. She likes snow cones a lot, particularly coca-cola and Ramuné flavored snow cones, which she will usually eat instead of drinking the actual soda. She looks very serious all of the time; when she smiles, it's gentle, and her laughs are soft and few. Her demeanor makes her seem a little intimidating to others, but once you get past the stern, seemingly cold exterior, you'll meet her more friendly side. She is very protective of those she cares about and quite untrusting, and she's quite awkward sometimes, too. No one really taught her how to socialize or do anything at all, so she just manages life her own way. She is very much an independent person, but she hates feeling lonely, so she enjoys spending time with strangers. It won't take her long to adapt to whatever new environment she's thrown into. Her aura is noticeable, neon yellow, and it smells of the beach: sea salt and old rocks.
Timshel
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Aura Color: dark indigo
Aura Code: 24006B
Aura Scent: sweet, almost sickly honey
Ability: control and have a symbiotic relationship with hornets
Age: 20
Kin: who knows
Tattoo: ribcage over his right ribcage (in picture)
Sweet as honey. That's how Timshel seems as first. There's that charming smile, that type of smile you'd expect on any well-groomed politician's soon, a smile that reeks of ingenuity and status. Polite words, good posture, nicely combed hair. Sometimes he even dresses the part. It's not really a sham. It's not like you can't be all of this, the poster boy for changing the world, and be a chaotic mess at the same time. Timshel's got charisma; he's the one you want to be around, the one who's always having a good time, the one who gets bored and restless easily. He'll flatter and compliment you as easily as if he were commenting on the weather, and he can make the most reluctant carry out a risky task that will only benefit him in the end. The fact that he is classically handsome doesn't hurt, either. Tall, athletic, slender. Straight, well-kempt blonde hair, clean pale skin, bright green eyes that always seem all sorts of excited. At twenty years old, he's got a very masculine face, strong-boned and determined. Not that his face is very memorable, but it's his expression, his smile, the tilt of his eyebrows and the glint of his teeth, that make him stick around in people's minds for long after they've encountered him. Of course, stick around him for long enough and you'll get the feeling that something's not quite right. The image of the well-to-do boy blends right into the psychopath who will break anything and everything just to see what lies inside. Though he's not violent. Not necessarily. Nor is he dangerous, really. Not most of the time, at least. Being dangerous and violent attract attention, and while Timshel does enjoy the occasional bout of spotlight, it's just too exhausting to constantly have to escape prying eyes. Exploring the world and destroying bits and pieces of it is much more fun when you don't have to hide. He can be idealistic, though he is apathetic about many issues others would consider important. And he can make friends. Maybe he can even love. It's hard to categorize him, really. Is he unpredictable and impulsive, or does he carefully manipulate everything his way? Does he genuinely like you, or is he planning the right way to use you? Timshel just likes being Timshel. His body is a hive, literally; hornets of all species live within him and around him, feasting on his body and giving him nutrients in return, fulfilling his every command. Hornets aren't bees, but he likes to think of himself as a giant flower. He's as pretty as one, anyways.
Aura Code: 24006B
Aura Scent: sweet, almost sickly honey
Ability: control and have a symbiotic relationship with hornets
Age: 20
Kin: who knows
Tattoo: ribcage over his right ribcage (in picture)
Sweet as honey. That's how Timshel seems as first. There's that charming smile, that type of smile you'd expect on any well-groomed politician's soon, a smile that reeks of ingenuity and status. Polite words, good posture, nicely combed hair. Sometimes he even dresses the part. It's not really a sham. It's not like you can't be all of this, the poster boy for changing the world, and be a chaotic mess at the same time. Timshel's got charisma; he's the one you want to be around, the one who's always having a good time, the one who gets bored and restless easily. He'll flatter and compliment you as easily as if he were commenting on the weather, and he can make the most reluctant carry out a risky task that will only benefit him in the end. The fact that he is classically handsome doesn't hurt, either. Tall, athletic, slender. Straight, well-kempt blonde hair, clean pale skin, bright green eyes that always seem all sorts of excited. At twenty years old, he's got a very masculine face, strong-boned and determined. Not that his face is very memorable, but it's his expression, his smile, the tilt of his eyebrows and the glint of his teeth, that make him stick around in people's minds for long after they've encountered him. Of course, stick around him for long enough and you'll get the feeling that something's not quite right. The image of the well-to-do boy blends right into the psychopath who will break anything and everything just to see what lies inside. Though he's not violent. Not necessarily. Nor is he dangerous, really. Not most of the time, at least. Being dangerous and violent attract attention, and while Timshel does enjoy the occasional bout of spotlight, it's just too exhausting to constantly have to escape prying eyes. Exploring the world and destroying bits and pieces of it is much more fun when you don't have to hide. He can be idealistic, though he is apathetic about many issues others would consider important. And he can make friends. Maybe he can even love. It's hard to categorize him, really. Is he unpredictable and impulsive, or does he carefully manipulate everything his way? Does he genuinely like you, or is he planning the right way to use you? Timshel just likes being Timshel. His body is a hive, literally; hornets of all species live within him and around him, feasting on his body and giving him nutrients in return, fulfilling his every command. Hornets aren't bees, but he likes to think of himself as a giant flower. He's as pretty as one, anyways.
Toby Tan
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Aura Color: white tinged with shimmers of gold
Aura Code: FFF5D5
Aura Scent: asphalt after rain
Ability: turning people into sheep
Age: 19
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: ram horns under collarbone (PIC)
Upon hearing his power, one might laugh. Turning people into sheep? Was the universe serious when it assigned him such an ability? Or did it just want a laugh? Either way, Toby Tan is not the type to let such a strange power go to waste. If anything, he's in love with it. He enjoys the literal poof that occurs when a confused sheep replaces the human that had been standing there moments before. He loves the bizarreness of it, the way it incapacitates the person in just the right way. Everyone deserves to be a sheep at least once in their life. His power is like the rest of him: a little weird, but bold in the way it's presented, and not at all something to be taken seriously. He's restless, always in need of something to happen. He'd rather bleed than sleep, and if there's some special event out there to go to, well, why not go? He can get bored easily, and there's a danger in that boredom that permits him to do things he really shouldn't do. As an information clerk for the Constantines, he's in the know about a lot of the things, and sometimes this knowledge leads him on the type of high-speed investigation he loves to put his brainpower to. Toby is charming and quite biased in who he likes and doesn't like, but he understands the need for diplomacy; he can be put to behave, though his patience will only stretch so far. He's got a wide network of acquaintances - an information clerk's got to have his connections, after all - but he also has his close friends. Then, of course, he has himself, the one person he trusts more than anyone. A job working with betrayals and secrets does that kind of thing to you. Appearance-wise, he can be pretty conspicuous, what with his half-Chinese, half-white heritage and his messy, dyed golden hair. He's tall and slim and can keep up pretty well athletically, though that isn't too important for someone who seeks information. Besides, he's always got his power.
Aura Code: FFF5D5
Aura Scent: asphalt after rain
Ability: turning people into sheep
Age: 19
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: ram horns under collarbone (PIC)
Upon hearing his power, one might laugh. Turning people into sheep? Was the universe serious when it assigned him such an ability? Or did it just want a laugh? Either way, Toby Tan is not the type to let such a strange power go to waste. If anything, he's in love with it. He enjoys the literal poof that occurs when a confused sheep replaces the human that had been standing there moments before. He loves the bizarreness of it, the way it incapacitates the person in just the right way. Everyone deserves to be a sheep at least once in their life. His power is like the rest of him: a little weird, but bold in the way it's presented, and not at all something to be taken seriously. He's restless, always in need of something to happen. He'd rather bleed than sleep, and if there's some special event out there to go to, well, why not go? He can get bored easily, and there's a danger in that boredom that permits him to do things he really shouldn't do. As an information clerk for the Constantines, he's in the know about a lot of the things, and sometimes this knowledge leads him on the type of high-speed investigation he loves to put his brainpower to. Toby is charming and quite biased in who he likes and doesn't like, but he understands the need for diplomacy; he can be put to behave, though his patience will only stretch so far. He's got a wide network of acquaintances - an information clerk's got to have his connections, after all - but he also has his close friends. Then, of course, he has himself, the one person he trusts more than anyone. A job working with betrayals and secrets does that kind of thing to you. Appearance-wise, he can be pretty conspicuous, what with his half-Chinese, half-white heritage and his messy, dyed golden hair. He's tall and slim and can keep up pretty well athletically, though that isn't too important for someone who seeks information. Besides, he's always got his power.
Valentina Caprice Valentine
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Aura Color: dark gray, the color of smog
Aura Code: 3A3A3A
Aura Scent: wasabi
Ability: can see relationship lines
Age: 17
Kin: Markus Valentine (father), Ethelreda Valentine (mother), Michael Valentine (brother), Severin Valentine (brother), Tenma Valentine (sister), Uriel Valentine (brother), Borachio Valentine (half-brother)
Tattoo: ginkgo leaves up her right arm (PIC)
She seems sweet when you look at her. Too sweet. Maybe a little shy, though not in the social sense - she's certainly outgoing. But shy as in unsure. Not confident. She's an innocent little thing, innocent and stupid and clumsy and so, so naive. She doesn't know the world. She's not a threat. She's just Valentina, the younger, softer sister of the cold Valentine godfather. But that isn't Valentina; that isn't Valentina at all. The real Valentina is cunning. She is cynical. She'll be all convincing smiles and giggles in front of your face, but the moment you leave the room that smile will fade, replaced by a default expression that can only be defined as murder and contempt. Only a handful of people very close to her see that cruel side, and she's held this front for as long as she could remember developing a personality. And for those who do know the truth, they don't know why. She isn't really sure, either, but she has her guesses on the secrets of her heart. There is a strategic sense to it, though; people tend to underestimate her. Compared to Severin, she's like a playful little puppy, and besides, people have enough on their hands dealing with her brother. Watching out for her as well is just too much. So she makes the work easier for them; she puts on her facade, and plots in the background where they aren't looking. She's very good at winning people's trust and hearts; in this world of politics and blood, people seem to like the stupid, seem to find reassurance in them. And when they look away, she strikes. She doesn't care in getting her hands dirty with murder; she has no choice, really. Her ability isn't one convenient for killing, but for getting information. She sees relationship lines, which does help with her front; while putting on that clueless face, she can step around the details of people's relationships and ask questions, filling in the missing gaps. Valentina has the golden coloring of her other brothers: soft blonde hair that falls in curls to her shoulders, and a blue gaze that looks summery when she's faking it, soulless when she's not. She's good at managing her appearance, and can turn the mature lines of her angelic face into a soft babyish look that people would more readily trust.
Aura Code: 3A3A3A
Aura Scent: wasabi
Ability: can see relationship lines
Age: 17
Kin: Markus Valentine (father), Ethelreda Valentine (mother), Michael Valentine (brother), Severin Valentine (brother), Tenma Valentine (sister), Uriel Valentine (brother), Borachio Valentine (half-brother)
Tattoo: ginkgo leaves up her right arm (PIC)
She seems sweet when you look at her. Too sweet. Maybe a little shy, though not in the social sense - she's certainly outgoing. But shy as in unsure. Not confident. She's an innocent little thing, innocent and stupid and clumsy and so, so naive. She doesn't know the world. She's not a threat. She's just Valentina, the younger, softer sister of the cold Valentine godfather. But that isn't Valentina; that isn't Valentina at all. The real Valentina is cunning. She is cynical. She'll be all convincing smiles and giggles in front of your face, but the moment you leave the room that smile will fade, replaced by a default expression that can only be defined as murder and contempt. Only a handful of people very close to her see that cruel side, and she's held this front for as long as she could remember developing a personality. And for those who do know the truth, they don't know why. She isn't really sure, either, but she has her guesses on the secrets of her heart. There is a strategic sense to it, though; people tend to underestimate her. Compared to Severin, she's like a playful little puppy, and besides, people have enough on their hands dealing with her brother. Watching out for her as well is just too much. So she makes the work easier for them; she puts on her facade, and plots in the background where they aren't looking. She's very good at winning people's trust and hearts; in this world of politics and blood, people seem to like the stupid, seem to find reassurance in them. And when they look away, she strikes. She doesn't care in getting her hands dirty with murder; she has no choice, really. Her ability isn't one convenient for killing, but for getting information. She sees relationship lines, which does help with her front; while putting on that clueless face, she can step around the details of people's relationships and ask questions, filling in the missing gaps. Valentina has the golden coloring of her other brothers: soft blonde hair that falls in curls to her shoulders, and a blue gaze that looks summery when she's faking it, soulless when she's not. She's good at managing her appearance, and can turn the mature lines of her angelic face into a soft babyish look that people would more readily trust.
Len Seiji Sakayama
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Aura Color: metallic blue 434D8E
Aura Scent: basil and alcohol
Ability: plants "curses" related to someone's power
Age: 24
Kin: Shouichirou Yue Sakayama (older brother)
Tattoo: compass on right inner wrist (PIC)
It's a little awkward to be around Len. He's quiet and serious. He'll stare blankly at your jokes while others laugh. He's the Sakayama godfather's brother, but he's not incredibly close to him; in fact, he's more of a lone wolf, always off doing something by himself in the corner. He works hard, to the point of you feeling bad if you're not working as well, but that's just the way he functions. If he's not keeping his mind busy, he'll fall apart. Len hates getting close to people; it's in his nature to stay distant, to keep people as far from his heart as possible. He's sensitive but he won't show it; he tries to pass of any expression of emotions as little personality quirks, which appear adorable and endearing rather than something to actually be concerned over. He refuses to have any conversations deeper than surface-level problems and strategizing mechanics regarding the family. He'll talk about death if it affects how much profit the Sakayamas gain, but not the dark aspects of grief and loss. He understands why people would do stupid things for love, but he'll turn away if you try to probe him about his thoughts or feelings. And so Len has faded into a machine-like role. It's hard to think of him as human. If he remained mysterious and intriguing, that'd be one thing, but Len doesn't do that. He just tries to appear boring. Boring and shallow and not very fun to be with or talk to - that's how he keeps himself safe. That's how he remains invulnerable, and invincible in his own way. It's a lonely life but of course he'd never admit that; loneliness is too human a trait. He wishes he could be like other people, and find the courage to open himself up and laugh and cry and talk of all the beautiful things in the world like a true human would. But he can't. It's easier and safer to be this way, to be no one's favorite, to be an effective cog. That's where he finds his value, in his work and his skills, and of course, his power. His ability is to place "curses" on people that relate to their power. To plant it, all he has to do is touch them; after that, whenever the victim uses their ability, they will experience a sort of blowback. If, for example, they have fire powers, they will be burned whenever they use their power. If they can read minds, they will not be able to stop themselves from blurting out things they'd rather not have other people hear. The curse is strongest when it's fresh, though it declines over time and will wear away completely after a week. It's a short term way of incapacitating his enemies, and in that short term he can quickly cook up a plan with the godfather to permanently crush their opponents. Len has a somewhat babyish face for his age, but that helps him look innocent and naive. Like the Sakayama bloodline, he is Japanese, but due to his half-European heritage, his hair is a more dusky brown rather than black, and his eyes look similar to the color of his aura - a dark gray-blue. He has very soft hair. He is tall and lean, despite his youthful face, and he can still fight; his power isn't very useful for offensive attacks, after all, so he trained over the years with how to use various weapons.
Aura Scent: basil and alcohol
Ability: plants "curses" related to someone's power
Age: 24
Kin: Shouichirou Yue Sakayama (older brother)
Tattoo: compass on right inner wrist (PIC)
It's a little awkward to be around Len. He's quiet and serious. He'll stare blankly at your jokes while others laugh. He's the Sakayama godfather's brother, but he's not incredibly close to him; in fact, he's more of a lone wolf, always off doing something by himself in the corner. He works hard, to the point of you feeling bad if you're not working as well, but that's just the way he functions. If he's not keeping his mind busy, he'll fall apart. Len hates getting close to people; it's in his nature to stay distant, to keep people as far from his heart as possible. He's sensitive but he won't show it; he tries to pass of any expression of emotions as little personality quirks, which appear adorable and endearing rather than something to actually be concerned over. He refuses to have any conversations deeper than surface-level problems and strategizing mechanics regarding the family. He'll talk about death if it affects how much profit the Sakayamas gain, but not the dark aspects of grief and loss. He understands why people would do stupid things for love, but he'll turn away if you try to probe him about his thoughts or feelings. And so Len has faded into a machine-like role. It's hard to think of him as human. If he remained mysterious and intriguing, that'd be one thing, but Len doesn't do that. He just tries to appear boring. Boring and shallow and not very fun to be with or talk to - that's how he keeps himself safe. That's how he remains invulnerable, and invincible in his own way. It's a lonely life but of course he'd never admit that; loneliness is too human a trait. He wishes he could be like other people, and find the courage to open himself up and laugh and cry and talk of all the beautiful things in the world like a true human would. But he can't. It's easier and safer to be this way, to be no one's favorite, to be an effective cog. That's where he finds his value, in his work and his skills, and of course, his power. His ability is to place "curses" on people that relate to their power. To plant it, all he has to do is touch them; after that, whenever the victim uses their ability, they will experience a sort of blowback. If, for example, they have fire powers, they will be burned whenever they use their power. If they can read minds, they will not be able to stop themselves from blurting out things they'd rather not have other people hear. The curse is strongest when it's fresh, though it declines over time and will wear away completely after a week. It's a short term way of incapacitating his enemies, and in that short term he can quickly cook up a plan with the godfather to permanently crush their opponents. Len has a somewhat babyish face for his age, but that helps him look innocent and naive. Like the Sakayama bloodline, he is Japanese, but due to his half-European heritage, his hair is a more dusky brown rather than black, and his eyes look similar to the color of his aura - a dark gray-blue. He has very soft hair. He is tall and lean, despite his youthful face, and he can still fight; his power isn't very useful for offensive attacks, after all, so he trained over the years with how to use various weapons.
Aries
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Aura Color: dull maroon-gray
Aura Code: 5F2626
Aura Scent: hot apple cider
Ability: addictive presence
Age: 23
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: snake curled around an apple, upper left arm (PIC)
The human embodiment of heaven. That's what they used to call him. Wherever he goes, he draws way too much attention. Part of it is his appearance. He's got a beautiful face that even the dirt and hardness of the streets couldn't destroy. Soft blue eyes that, despite his ability, make him look dead on the inside. A mess of blonde waves that lie about his face. He looks so sweet and innocent, like an angel. He has a lighter body build, so it doesn't look like he could hold his own in a fight, but most of the time he doesn't have to. His aura helps, too, for those that can see it. It's a color pleasing to the eyes, dull and dark, a mix of maroon and gray. It smells like hot apple cider, somewhat festive and reminiscent of home. And even if it weren't for his appearance, even if it weren't for his sweet aura, he would still turn heads. It's his ability, his addicting presence. Being near him makes one feel... well, excited. Alive. Looking him in the eye, speaking to him, capturing his attention at all feels like a gift. Like you're something special by taking up his time. But his touch is the best - and most fatal - part. His skin is a drug. It has drug-like effects. It relieves pain and gives the victim a feeling of intense pleasure and euphoria. It makes one feel happy and safe, as if no troubles or tragedy could possibly exist in the world. But when he pulls away, the pain returns. And it's even worse. The dark days look even darker, and suddenly the world feels meaningless without that. That touch, that presence. And he knows how to use it as a weapon, a tool, knows the effects his whispers have on unassuming minds. A stroke of the face, a few soft-spoken words, and he could lead a victim to suicide. Most of the ones he hunted were of the self-loathing type anyways, and he understood them, knew the ways they thought and how to convince them to do his bidding. He finds that having the victims kill themselves is one of the easiest ways to murder; it leaves behind little evidence and little suspicion to investigate further. His voice is persuasive. He tells victims that if they die, the heaven they reach will be just like the heaven on his skin, maybe even better. The personality he has developed is perfect for his job. People see him as calm, polite, observant. When he listens to you, he truly listens. That isn't just his ability; it's a genuine trait of his personality. He focuses all his attention on those he talks to. He's soft-spoken; he never shouts, never swears, and always speaks in a somewhat formal way. Love has lost most of its meaning to him. Most people don't love him, they love his presence, his skin, all the happiness that his ability could offer them. He can destroy the emotional well-being of anyone he takes to bed, but he's not the type to care. One could say he has a sweet tooth, because he likes all types of snow cones, though perhaps he's just cold. For the most part, his personality is hard to decipher. He hides a lot of what he feels and thinks. Around the other Twelve, he's certainly more open and honest, but he makes sure that he is never vulnerable. He doesn't suffocate himself in clothes anymore, but he still does wear gloves around the Nightingale house to avoid mishaps like the ones from his childhood. If anyone brushes up against his arm, that's their problem. No one calls him the human embodiment of heaven anymore, and that's a good thing. He can't think of a phrase that's farther from the truth.
Aura Code: 5F2626
Aura Scent: hot apple cider
Ability: addictive presence
Age: 23
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: snake curled around an apple, upper left arm (PIC)
The human embodiment of heaven. That's what they used to call him. Wherever he goes, he draws way too much attention. Part of it is his appearance. He's got a beautiful face that even the dirt and hardness of the streets couldn't destroy. Soft blue eyes that, despite his ability, make him look dead on the inside. A mess of blonde waves that lie about his face. He looks so sweet and innocent, like an angel. He has a lighter body build, so it doesn't look like he could hold his own in a fight, but most of the time he doesn't have to. His aura helps, too, for those that can see it. It's a color pleasing to the eyes, dull and dark, a mix of maroon and gray. It smells like hot apple cider, somewhat festive and reminiscent of home. And even if it weren't for his appearance, even if it weren't for his sweet aura, he would still turn heads. It's his ability, his addicting presence. Being near him makes one feel... well, excited. Alive. Looking him in the eye, speaking to him, capturing his attention at all feels like a gift. Like you're something special by taking up his time. But his touch is the best - and most fatal - part. His skin is a drug. It has drug-like effects. It relieves pain and gives the victim a feeling of intense pleasure and euphoria. It makes one feel happy and safe, as if no troubles or tragedy could possibly exist in the world. But when he pulls away, the pain returns. And it's even worse. The dark days look even darker, and suddenly the world feels meaningless without that. That touch, that presence. And he knows how to use it as a weapon, a tool, knows the effects his whispers have on unassuming minds. A stroke of the face, a few soft-spoken words, and he could lead a victim to suicide. Most of the ones he hunted were of the self-loathing type anyways, and he understood them, knew the ways they thought and how to convince them to do his bidding. He finds that having the victims kill themselves is one of the easiest ways to murder; it leaves behind little evidence and little suspicion to investigate further. His voice is persuasive. He tells victims that if they die, the heaven they reach will be just like the heaven on his skin, maybe even better. The personality he has developed is perfect for his job. People see him as calm, polite, observant. When he listens to you, he truly listens. That isn't just his ability; it's a genuine trait of his personality. He focuses all his attention on those he talks to. He's soft-spoken; he never shouts, never swears, and always speaks in a somewhat formal way. Love has lost most of its meaning to him. Most people don't love him, they love his presence, his skin, all the happiness that his ability could offer them. He can destroy the emotional well-being of anyone he takes to bed, but he's not the type to care. One could say he has a sweet tooth, because he likes all types of snow cones, though perhaps he's just cold. For the most part, his personality is hard to decipher. He hides a lot of what he feels and thinks. Around the other Twelve, he's certainly more open and honest, but he makes sure that he is never vulnerable. He doesn't suffocate himself in clothes anymore, but he still does wear gloves around the Nightingale house to avoid mishaps like the ones from his childhood. If anyone brushes up against his arm, that's their problem. No one calls him the human embodiment of heaven anymore, and that's a good thing. He can't think of a phrase that's farther from the truth.
Kaori Kita
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Aura Color: sunset orange
Aura Code: FB8E08
Aura Scent: sweet tangerines
Ability: invisible, unsensable weapon
Age: 25
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: fish scale patch on left hip (PIC)
- Unless you're Nadeshiko or one of the other onna-bugeisha she'll pretty much never get your name right/give you whatever name she wants (including nicknames)
- She's very pretty and mysterious so she seems like the type who will seduce and then kill you, but nope. She'll just straight up stab you
- Ability: She controls something she calls her "Moonlight," which is a weapon unseen and unheard to all but her, though of course her enemies can fell it if it smashes into them or slices them in two. To her, the Moonlight is a reflective surface that is flexible and can change into simple shapes, such as blades, spheres, and squares for her to sit on. It can become very small and then enlarge to the size of a person again, which is good if she wants to let it soar into someone's mouth and explode them from within. It flies around through her will, though it can't go too far from her.
Aura Code: FB8E08
Aura Scent: sweet tangerines
Ability: invisible, unsensable weapon
Age: 25
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: fish scale patch on left hip (PIC)
- Unless you're Nadeshiko or one of the other onna-bugeisha she'll pretty much never get your name right/give you whatever name she wants (including nicknames)
- She's very pretty and mysterious so she seems like the type who will seduce and then kill you, but nope. She'll just straight up stab you
- Ability: She controls something she calls her "Moonlight," which is a weapon unseen and unheard to all but her, though of course her enemies can fell it if it smashes into them or slices them in two. To her, the Moonlight is a reflective surface that is flexible and can change into simple shapes, such as blades, spheres, and squares for her to sit on. It can become very small and then enlarge to the size of a person again, which is good if she wants to let it soar into someone's mouth and explode them from within. It flies around through her will, though it can't go too far from her.
Nico Espiel
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Aura Color: pale baby blue
Aura Code: C1F2FF
Aura Scent: avocado and cucumber
Ability:
Age: 17
Kin:
Tattoo: that lil x on his forehead
cinnamon
got his arm chopped off when he was a lil boy and the st c peeps helped put him back together and gave him a neat new arm so now he loves them 4ever
fanboy, loves all the st c siblings, freaks out if they get into a fight with each other but LOVES seeing them getting into fights with other peeps because he totes cheers them on and is like "haha we'll win"
probably still a teen, like 17, filipino, tall n cute
idk his power yet, it might be something rly good but he's super unconfident and hates using it because he's afraid, and also he'd much rather observe than perform
he can be kinda mean. he thinks the st c's are the gods of the world so he's rude to other people. even if they aren't doing too well on the family hierarchy, he will still say they have the coolest people/best family dynamic/whatevs because he has that much loyalty to them
Aura Code: C1F2FF
Aura Scent: avocado and cucumber
Ability:
Age: 17
Kin:
Tattoo: that lil x on his forehead
cinnamon
got his arm chopped off when he was a lil boy and the st c peeps helped put him back together and gave him a neat new arm so now he loves them 4ever
fanboy, loves all the st c siblings, freaks out if they get into a fight with each other but LOVES seeing them getting into fights with other peeps because he totes cheers them on and is like "haha we'll win"
probably still a teen, like 17, filipino, tall n cute
idk his power yet, it might be something rly good but he's super unconfident and hates using it because he's afraid, and also he'd much rather observe than perform
he can be kinda mean. he thinks the st c's are the gods of the world so he's rude to other people. even if they aren't doing too well on the family hierarchy, he will still say they have the coolest people/best family dynamic/whatevs because he has that much loyalty to them