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Linh Selene Spavin
Age: 21
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: #9FF781 (a light leafy green)
Aura Scent: a faint smell of mint and lily of the valley
Tatto Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: Glass manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: Noble Theia
Family: Spavin
Description: Pale. That's the first impression that Linh imprints into other people's minds about her. A slender woman who stands at the height of 5'6, Linh can be considered beautiful, with her long pale green hair and willowy frame.
Personality: A quiet, reserved, young woman, Linh is not one for many words. For most of the time, she does not speak unless she is spoken to. Though silent, Linh is not a cold person; underneath her shyness is a gentle and kind heart. Submissive and obedient, Linh does not seem to have much of an opinion of her own on anything; or at least so it seems. Reticent and unobtrusive, Linh tends keeps everyone out of her quiet little world.
History: A long time ago, Linh wasn't like this. She was once a happy, innocent, and outgoing little girl, closed up in her own fairy tale world. She had the perfect family: her father a wealthy man who was caring towards his wife and children, her mother the loving mother of two beautiful daughters. Everything was flawless, just like a reflection on a smooth glass window. One day, it all changed. She was only twelve then, riding a bike at the shores of a lake near her family's house, when she encountered a mysterious man. Her bike had tripped over a stone, and he came over, friendly and smiling, as if he was to help her. His smile seemed so kind it was deceiving, so she let him help her up and she laughed politely when he made awful joke about her falling. Then, suddenly, his attitude changed. It became aggressive, and he pushed her roughly against a tree nearby, his hand gripping onto her neck to the point it hurt. Naturally, she struggled; as she tried her best to fight back, she caught sight of her mother, screaming something as she ran towards her and the man. Then there was the water, overwhelming her lungs and sight as chaos irrupted. All the noise, all the figures, all the blankness in her mind seemed to twist and turn into something sinister. She almost welcomed the darkness when it embraced her. After she woke up, Linh learned that her mother had drowned to save her, the man who initially attacked her mysteriously disappeared. Blaming herself for her mother's death, Linh close herself into her own little world, shelling herself so that no one can hurt her again. Slowly she became distant with the rest of her family; though she still cares for them, nothing can ever be the same between them and her any more.
Kin: one sister spot open
Age: 21
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: #9FF781 (a light leafy green)
Aura Scent: a faint smell of mint and lily of the valley
Tatto Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: Glass manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: Noble Theia
Family: Spavin
Description: Pale. That's the first impression that Linh imprints into other people's minds about her. A slender woman who stands at the height of 5'6, Linh can be considered beautiful, with her long pale green hair and willowy frame.
Personality: A quiet, reserved, young woman, Linh is not one for many words. For most of the time, she does not speak unless she is spoken to. Though silent, Linh is not a cold person; underneath her shyness is a gentle and kind heart. Submissive and obedient, Linh does not seem to have much of an opinion of her own on anything; or at least so it seems. Reticent and unobtrusive, Linh tends keeps everyone out of her quiet little world.
History: A long time ago, Linh wasn't like this. She was once a happy, innocent, and outgoing little girl, closed up in her own fairy tale world. She had the perfect family: her father a wealthy man who was caring towards his wife and children, her mother the loving mother of two beautiful daughters. Everything was flawless, just like a reflection on a smooth glass window. One day, it all changed. She was only twelve then, riding a bike at the shores of a lake near her family's house, when she encountered a mysterious man. Her bike had tripped over a stone, and he came over, friendly and smiling, as if he was to help her. His smile seemed so kind it was deceiving, so she let him help her up and she laughed politely when he made awful joke about her falling. Then, suddenly, his attitude changed. It became aggressive, and he pushed her roughly against a tree nearby, his hand gripping onto her neck to the point it hurt. Naturally, she struggled; as she tried her best to fight back, she caught sight of her mother, screaming something as she ran towards her and the man. Then there was the water, overwhelming her lungs and sight as chaos irrupted. All the noise, all the figures, all the blankness in her mind seemed to twist and turn into something sinister. She almost welcomed the darkness when it embraced her. After she woke up, Linh learned that her mother had drowned to save her, the man who initially attacked her mysteriously disappeared. Blaming herself for her mother's death, Linh close herself into her own little world, shelling herself so that no one can hurt her again. Slowly she became distant with the rest of her family; though she still cares for them, nothing can ever be the same between them and her any more.
Kin: one sister spot open
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Lambda (Drest Yu)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: Once #240B3B (a blackish dark purple), his aura color has degraded to the #BE81F7 (a light lavender purple)
Aura Scent: a dusty suffocating smell with a hint of lavender.
Tattoo: There is a dragon tattoo of the same design on each of his lower arms and a tattoo that rings around his neck that says "Gone from this crazy world but not forgotten"
(Dragon design: http://guestideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Dragon-Tattoo-Designs-dragon-tattoo-designs-3.jpg
Neck tattoo design: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/006/6/6/neck_tattoo_lettering
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Ability: The ability to create thick sticky threads that can entrap theias which he uses to weave into giant spider webs
Race: Void
Description: With his pale skin and slim figure, it's easy to take Lambda as a female at first. Once you get a closer look though, it's clear that he is by no means female. He seems to have maintained his habit of wearing excessive amounts of jewelry despite his wasting, and since the fall of the Pendragons he has always been spotted in tattered and torn clothing.
Personality: Lambda is dead on the inside. He has no personality. He lives for the sake of being alive.
History: Drest Yu was once a happy young boy. He didn't belong to a family, but he would often visit his relatives who worked for the Pendragons with his family. Now they are all dead, and he is too. He might be walking, he might be breathing, but he no longer has a spirit of his own. Driven by pure instincts, Drest now is nothing more than a zombie, living only to stay alive.
Kin: Constance Long (cousin)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: Once #240B3B (a blackish dark purple), his aura color has degraded to the #BE81F7 (a light lavender purple)
Aura Scent: a dusty suffocating smell with a hint of lavender.
Tattoo: There is a dragon tattoo of the same design on each of his lower arms and a tattoo that rings around his neck that says "Gone from this crazy world but not forgotten"
(Dragon design: http://guestideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Dragon-Tattoo-Designs-dragon-tattoo-designs-3.jpg
Neck tattoo design: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/006/6/6/neck_tattoo_lettering
_by_expedient_demise-d36kpgo.jpg
Ability: The ability to create thick sticky threads that can entrap theias which he uses to weave into giant spider webs
Race: Void
Description: With his pale skin and slim figure, it's easy to take Lambda as a female at first. Once you get a closer look though, it's clear that he is by no means female. He seems to have maintained his habit of wearing excessive amounts of jewelry despite his wasting, and since the fall of the Pendragons he has always been spotted in tattered and torn clothing.
Personality: Lambda is dead on the inside. He has no personality. He lives for the sake of being alive.
History: Drest Yu was once a happy young boy. He didn't belong to a family, but he would often visit his relatives who worked for the Pendragons with his family. Now they are all dead, and he is too. He might be walking, he might be breathing, but he no longer has a spirit of his own. Driven by pure instincts, Drest now is nothing more than a zombie, living only to stay alive.
Kin: Constance Long (cousin)
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Chrome Riven Nielson
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #8904B1 (violet with a hit of grayness)
Aura Scent: A sweet scent of decay and ash entwined with a hint of lotus
Tattoo: a simple black and white lotus flower on her right shoulder
(Lotus design: http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/RcG/7bx/RcG7bx7cL.jpeg)
Ability: the ability to summon and manipulate skeletons
Race: Theia
Role: Gang Member
Gang: Flower and Ice
Description: A lithe young woman, it's hard to imagine her as someone possessing such a terrifying ability and a female capable of horrid actions. She has a graceful air about her, despite her black eye patch that covers her right eye, and her long flowing her seem to enhance the fragility of her form. But do not be tricked by her appearances; Chrome is anything but a delicate woman.
Personality: Chrome can be almost sadistic when it comes to combat. She enjoys the thrill of watching her opponents suffer while she toys with them. Almost none of her victims have an easy death, a fact that Chrome takes pride in. She is, however, a good tempered and kind person outside of fighting, and cares genuinely for the two Oneiroi siblings. She tends to fret over them a lot and often attempts to baby them if she is given the chance.
History: Chrome doesn't talk much about her history. She claims not to be a person to dwell on the past, and that pretty much shuts down any topic of conversation on her past. No one really knows where she's from, where she's been, and who she was. All that others know is that Chrome had lost her right eye and that she's now a cruel and cold woman who doesn't give a damn about anyone outside of the gang. As one of the earliest members in Flower and Ice, not many know how she came across the twins and decided to join their cause. All that is known is that Chrome has a fierce devotion to the two, and would not hesitate to rip out the throat of anyone who dares to go so far as to threaten them. In the gang, she is regarded with respect and fear for her loyalty to the Oneiroi siblings. She never questions their authority or orders, and anyone who does would find their own lives in danger for that.
Kin: Floretta Aeilia Neilson (half sister)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #8904B1 (violet with a hit of grayness)
Aura Scent: A sweet scent of decay and ash entwined with a hint of lotus
Tattoo: a simple black and white lotus flower on her right shoulder
(Lotus design: http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/RcG/7bx/RcG7bx7cL.jpeg)
Ability: the ability to summon and manipulate skeletons
Race: Theia
Role: Gang Member
Gang: Flower and Ice
Description: A lithe young woman, it's hard to imagine her as someone possessing such a terrifying ability and a female capable of horrid actions. She has a graceful air about her, despite her black eye patch that covers her right eye, and her long flowing her seem to enhance the fragility of her form. But do not be tricked by her appearances; Chrome is anything but a delicate woman.
Personality: Chrome can be almost sadistic when it comes to combat. She enjoys the thrill of watching her opponents suffer while she toys with them. Almost none of her victims have an easy death, a fact that Chrome takes pride in. She is, however, a good tempered and kind person outside of fighting, and cares genuinely for the two Oneiroi siblings. She tends to fret over them a lot and often attempts to baby them if she is given the chance.
History: Chrome doesn't talk much about her history. She claims not to be a person to dwell on the past, and that pretty much shuts down any topic of conversation on her past. No one really knows where she's from, where she's been, and who she was. All that others know is that Chrome had lost her right eye and that she's now a cruel and cold woman who doesn't give a damn about anyone outside of the gang. As one of the earliest members in Flower and Ice, not many know how she came across the twins and decided to join their cause. All that is known is that Chrome has a fierce devotion to the two, and would not hesitate to rip out the throat of anyone who dares to go so far as to threaten them. In the gang, she is regarded with respect and fear for her loyalty to the Oneiroi siblings. She never questions their authority or orders, and anyone who does would find their own lives in danger for that.
Kin: Floretta Aeilia Neilson (half sister)
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Krister Moris
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Mathilda "Hilda" Martí
Age: Unknown, presumably in her 20s
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #610B0B (dark maroon red)
Aura Colo Scent: volcanic ash
Tattoo: Red dragon tattoo on the back of her left shoulder
(Red dragon design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.
com/236x/f4/ed/fc/f4edfc3dc6792d8700f75c3cc19c7398.jpg)
Ability: Create and manipulate molten lava
Race: Theia
Role: Valkyrie
Family: Hawthorne
Description: A pale, ghost like creature, Hilda is a haunting figure. A lithe, petite female around average height, Hilda seems anything but strong. Her right eye was lost during a fight, and she covers the empty socket with a elaborate metallic eye patch that is rarely uncovered. Her silver left eye matches the color of her hair. It is unknown if she was born with the hair color or if it had turned silver due to other reasons.
Personality: Quiet. Submissive. Obedient. But strong. Mathilda is a woman of action rather than words. She is like the Godfather's shadow: silent and easily overlooked, but always there. Rarely does the woman speak; not many who have heard her words come to survive and tell the tale. Hilda does not question anything her Godfather or his family orders. There's no need for her to do so, after all. All she needs to do is take care of things and carry out any commands given to her. Nothing else matters, so long as she is allowed to flourish in silence.
History: Not much is known about her past; not even Hilda herself knows much about it. Not that she cares. The past can rot in history; what matters is the now, the happening.
Kin: ???
Age: Unknown, presumably in her 20s
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #610B0B (dark maroon red)
Aura Colo Scent: volcanic ash
Tattoo: Red dragon tattoo on the back of her left shoulder
(Red dragon design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.
com/236x/f4/ed/fc/f4edfc3dc6792d8700f75c3cc19c7398.jpg)
Ability: Create and manipulate molten lava
Race: Theia
Role: Valkyrie
Family: Hawthorne
Description: A pale, ghost like creature, Hilda is a haunting figure. A lithe, petite female around average height, Hilda seems anything but strong. Her right eye was lost during a fight, and she covers the empty socket with a elaborate metallic eye patch that is rarely uncovered. Her silver left eye matches the color of her hair. It is unknown if she was born with the hair color or if it had turned silver due to other reasons.
Personality: Quiet. Submissive. Obedient. But strong. Mathilda is a woman of action rather than words. She is like the Godfather's shadow: silent and easily overlooked, but always there. Rarely does the woman speak; not many who have heard her words come to survive and tell the tale. Hilda does not question anything her Godfather or his family orders. There's no need for her to do so, after all. All she needs to do is take care of things and carry out any commands given to her. Nothing else matters, so long as she is allowed to flourish in silence.
History: Not much is known about her past; not even Hilda herself knows much about it. Not that she cares. The past can rot in history; what matters is the now, the happening.
Kin: ???