to [JANUS], the whole world looks like an open page. with a leap of faith, their skills in [POTIONEERING] grows a little stronger. for [THIRTY-FIVE] years, they have survived a world of magic with both their [SENSITIVE] and [UNPREDICTABLE]. they work as a [CHEF], but if they could change their fate, theyโd want to [BE A NORMAL AND GOOD PERSON]
(im siwan, he/him, human) ... ย inspired by the likes of ( jay jo, todoroki, simon, shinjiro aragaki, naruto. )
born in selphia, the youngest child to a small and cultish family of wizards. during a rebellion around his fourth year of life, disgruntled workers summoned a nebulous spirit to wreak havoc on their oppressors. a large feline creature with batlike wings and a blood toll to collect.
his family was hired to banish this spirit from its control of the area. with no alternatives but their eye on the prize they marked janus with permanent engravings then sought to lock the beast away.
used as a vessel at the age of 4 years old, janus became a container for the beast and his family become heralded legends.
for years after his family treated him terribly. anything he did was blamed on his fate and the evil that was locked inside. they blamed everything on him. but since they planned to one day learn a way to unlock him to release the spirit inside and harness the power for themselves, they kept a close eye on him.
when he was old enough, janus was sent to a shrine that held favor with his family to receive further spiritual and magical training.
for years here he stayed. treated no better, perhaps even worse, due to the darkness inside.
eventually he did make some friends of the devout who visited there to pray frequently. many of which would regularly tell him he deserved kindness and freedom. all of which told him something foreign to him; he was not a monster.
eventually he built up enough courage to run away with one of his closest friends since living there.
once out in the world he began life for the first time on his own.
he worked many jobs and kept to himself. he lived in fear that people would realize he was the evil vessel he had experienced so much grief over for so many years.
currently he works as a chef in not 1 but 2 giovanniโs (head chef in one and filling in for a missing position in another), he worked his way up from a waiter and learned the trade diligently.
โI think there is something around here that is โฆ wibbly,โ she said for lack of better words. There was a glimmer around a patch of rocks that had (either naturally or by human involvement) been set into a perfect circle. Time within the circle moved five seconds slower than outside the circle, and her stomach did flips when she went from outside to in and vice-versa.ย
She crouched down, the hem of her dress dragging in the mud. She pulled up the hem and fished around in her bag for a scrap length of rope and tied the dress up, revealing long, pale legs with bright red scars that had yet to fade from time and exposure to the weather. She didnโt care about that. She only cared about the wibbliness.ย
โBe careful,โ she warned, holding her hand out to the person coming up at her side.ย โFive seconds may not seem like a lot, but it can change the bake of bread, and it can change the flight of birdsโฆโ she murmured, flicking a rock into the circle, watching as it disappeared for five seconds and then reappeared, as though there was a pause between the outside of the circle and the inside of the circle.ย
Leticia looked up, staring at the sky and with a melodic whistle, she summonedย Yatagarasu, her three-legged familiar and sent it towards the circle, only to watch it veer sharply away before it entered the circle. She frowned.ย โAll right, so it goes up further than I hopedโฆโ she sighed and took out a map, sketching out the circle of stones so she could begin to mark the strangeness.ย โI donโt know what it is or why it is - but itโs interesting, donโt you think?โย
sheโs well aware of how in over her head she is. itโs a feeling sheโs keen to never feel again, notwithstanding the frequency she often experiences it at regardless.ย โi am being careful,โ she maintains coarsely, defensive of her flaws, fascinated at her potential prospects. and though she said so, she steps forward with what seems like very little care. her boots sinking into the ground with the surety of her steps. her pupils shadow the rock as it flickers in and out of existence.ย
โfascinating,โ she mutters under her breath.ย โthis kind of innate magic isnโt something to be feared.โ the confidence with which she says it defies how completely unfounded it is. as the woman begins her drawings, maria risks a closer look.ย โcan it be replicated? or contained.โ both questions seem posed to herself.ย
the women came here together but maria was quickly losing herself in the mystery.ย โhow did you know this was here?โ after yatagarasu, she tries for herself, shifting fluently into the form of a long eared owl and flying high into the sky above the rocks. she dives forward into it recklessly. as though she hits a wall of mud, she sludges forward, stomach churning and wings flailing until sheโs spit out the other side. shrieking and chittering, when she next touches the ground sheโs back where she started. back in human form, next to atlas, feeling poorly but intrigued.
โi wonder if prolonged exposure could help with the effects. or the sea sickness iโm feeling.โ she looks at her friend.ย โdoes anyone else know about this place yet?โย
the front of a creased envelope, stamped with the drawing of a dove perchedย on a half moon. @chocalafolie.
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐,
ย ย ย hey. i sent this to your grandma because, well, she might know where you are. itโs been years. isnโt it crazy to think about how much time has passed? iโve been thinking about the past a lot lately. maybe thatโs just a sign of my impending doom, 30 years old soon means incoming gray hairs and midlife crisis. i donโt make the rules.
ย ย ย i know itโs probably really odd. a letter from me. a letter at all. the truth is, i donโt know how to talk to you anymore. and asking for your phone number from your grandma sounds like a death sentence to my reputation. well, the one i left behind anyway. so. howโve you been? i heard you left the village. i donโt keep up with the news about you or anything but itโs kind of hard to miss. my auntie and the old ladies around there, they talk. i guess even when i was a kid they talked. i didnโt understand it at first, but i learned. there was a point that my summers were never the same thanks to you. maybe you know thatโs not a compliment, but iโm trying to let those be bygones.ย
ย ย ย the point of this whole letter isnโt to drag up old shit. or even to stir up the pot with my rose colored glasses. the point is that everything is that the whole damn world is going crazy and no one is doing anything about it....
ย ย ย in all these years, iโve never tried to find you. but iโve never forgotten you. and now thereโs something i think only you can help me with. so if you donโt want to talk to me again after all that shit last time, i understand. but if thereโs a chance we can stock pile it and do some mental gymnastics to put it aside and work together instead... i want to take that chance.
ย ย ย if youโre up for it, meet me soon. iโll leave my address on a seperate slip in the evelope. tell no one where i live. you can come any time. be there or be square.ย
to [MARIA ALVAREZ], the whole world looks like an open page. with a leap of faith, their ability of [ANIMAL MORPHING] ย grows a little stronger. theyโre pledged to the [NO HOUSE] to defend the enchanted lands of cagliostro with their [ENGRAVED STONE]. for [TWENTY EIGHT] years, they have survived a world of magic with both their [RESOURCEFUL] and [CONNIVING]. they work as a [HEAD OF HR FOR THE NON-PROFIT, @MAGIC MATTERS], but if they could change their fate, theyโd want to [REINVENT THE WHEEL (so to speak) AND UNLOCK THE LIMITATIONS OF MAGICAL APPLICATION]ย
ave maria. government name ( ย maria rayne alvarez. ย ) ( lovingly nicknamed, lovie. ) head of hr for magic matters group, a full service assistance program for magic and mortal folk in . mmg is a non-profit subsidary, created and ran by isaiah lutz of considine ltd
(daniela nieve, she/her, spirit warrior)ย ,,, inspired by the likes of ( the major. edward elric. kaylee frye. ellen ripley. albus dumbledore. elsa. )
she grew up in a low-class neighborhood, to a single mother. though men came in and out of their lives none ever stayed for long.
from a young age she learned how to independent and provide, picked up slack that her mother couldnโt. from anything, from meals on her own to learning how to be handy around the house. she had a hobby of tinkering and a passion for magic and often combined the two. throwing in a mixture of engineered parts to equal parts magic and seeing what would come out from it all.
getting into magic she had no business messing with at a young age, her mother barely kept her under thumb. it only worked thanks to their close bond. honestly as much as her mom raised her, she raised her mom right back. codependence and imbalance, their relationship was more of a friendship than a mother-daughter relationship in some ways.
after her mother grew ill in her teenage years, she began to search for any means to help reverse the grasp it took on their combined lives. through her experimentation she met a lot of push back from her mother at first. but then things got desperate,,,,
by the end, through complex means of alchemy, medicine and prayer, she resorted to extremes to โfixโ her mother. attempting a spell well beyond her means and probably the bounds of the universe (not to mention the morality of it all), she ended up making her motherโs condition worse before making it better.
doctors and powerful wizards who took a look at the condition scorned her for meddling in things she shouldnโt.
itโs was a battle both she and her mother lost in the end.
years of working, not dealing with trauma, developing obsessions put her through school at the top of her class. when it came to going to college she managed to get loans to put herself through a higher education.
being the first in her family to reach that level to her knowledge, she worked her ass off. any time she came close to failing she once again went through any means necessary to come out on top of it.
maybe you can notice the pattern of someone willing to go to extremes. she began to notice it around that time and being self aware did not make this one any better.
after graduating college she joined a business leading in the magical field and attempted to work her way up.
from entry level, she was bounced anywhere they had open positions low on the rung for a few years.
thereโs plenty of stories about what happened next.
see she started moving up pretty quickly, promoted quickly. there was rumors that she was sleeping around with a higher up at first, rumors that she was cursing people into bad luck and weaponizing the opportunities it made.
of course, the rumors that she was climbing her way up through the bedroom compounded when she was spotted with the ceo late at night more than a few times and at least it was a nonmagical reason.
the ceo had a wife,,, so naturally when rumors started going wild, she was quietly transferred out of the company, to a subsidiary they owned.
now she works as a head of department for a nonprofit they own, in a different district. no one knew her there but wouldnโt you know it, the rumors were even louder at this place than the one before. how a 20 something year old, beautiful woman suddenly walked into a position so many other, arguably more qualified people were seeking,,, the stories tell themselves.
she uses the cries to her advantage. she leverages it where she can.
never giving up on her dreams and passions despite being warned to, she still practices stretching the grounds of magic to attempt greater tings with magic than warned she should. with the right mix of alchemy and magic, she aims to make become a famous wizard, known for a great many magical feats. the least of which might just be reversing death, life curing magic, practical engineering through magic and anything else she can push herself to cook up.
(her mother gave her the nickname lovie technically because thatโs all sheโd call her. many close friends call her lovie but not everyone. stranger, coworkers, or the usual not so close friend still call her maria.)
as written by (ren, 24, they/them gmt+2) (luver boy#8289)
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