Recently doing events around his book made Grant anxious, and not much made the investigative reporter feel nervous. Yet in his pursuit for justice for his sister he would endlessly put himself into dangerous situations with little care for his own safety, including doing a book reading and signing while deep into investigations of the Underground. âWho should I make it out to?â He asks the next person in the queue, holding out his hand for whatever they wanted him to sign for them.
Why was the line so ungodly long today? He had always stopped at this bookstore to grab a paper (and perhaps another funny looking pen if he felt like treating himself) before heading back to work. He had preferred to learn what shit he was getting himself into at the Union that day from the paper instead of endless news notifications that popped up on his phone. It was much cheaper to rip up compared to smashing a three hundred dollar in flabbergasted anger. Through all the days he had found himself regretfully picking up the news he had never seen this amount of people packed into the shop, he supposed it was good for business but he couldnât figure out the reason why? Maybe it was a sale he wasnât made aware of? Or the next preteen novel was just released? He was snapped out of his pensive spiral when he took a step forward and almost smacked into a table, âHuh?â was all he could muster when he was met with the expectant gaze of some...person sitting smack dab in the middle of the shop? Wait...
He looked down at the stack of books sat by the author and back up to the man before turning bright red in embarrassment, âThis isnât the line for check out is it?â
Rowan sat outside a small cafe, reclining in the chair as he watched the television through the window. He couldnât hear what they were saying, of course, but he knew what the reporter was talking about. The fire seemed as if it was only a few minutes ago. The smell of smoke still filled his nostrils to an extent, and the small burns served as a reminder that he was there. It served as a reminder of what was to come if he followed down the path of a hero. He took a sip of his water, locking eyes unintentionally with a passerby.
There was nothing âunintentionalâ in the way the attorney briskly approached Rowan, a troubled frown plastered on his face as he caught the younger manâs gaze. He took a seat- quite aggressively- at the other side of the small outdoor table without a word; which was odd for the man who never stopped talking. For a couple of long moments he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, as if he was carefully calculating what not to say.
A long and heavy sigh broke the tense silence, âThis is exactly why I refuse to agree to let you into the Union. Youâre a legal liability...Youâre a kid.â Although his words were sharp and meant to sting, the way Dimetreâs hands cupped the otherâs face to look him over for injuries showed his anger had stemmed from both worry and care.
every tuesday, instead of following the herd of hospital workers to the staff cafeteria, hugo spends his lunch break outside. most tuesdays, the hour and twenty minute break passes by uneventfully â as it should â with nothing but the chatter of birds to keep him company. it also helps that most people already know what hugo is like.
â excuse me â are you silasâs son ? â
today isnât most tuesdays. and the woman in front of him isnât most people.
he doesnât glance up as he turns to the next page of his newspaper. â no. sorry. â
â but â iâm sure that i â â she trails off before opening her mouth again. from his peripheral vision, hugo can see that sheâs attempting a smile. â come on. you know. silas bergman-ryu. from the heroes union. youâre the spitting â â
â no, â he repeats. â iâm the last heir of a long and illustrious line of villains and both of my parents died at the hands of the heroes union. the last thing i need while trying to eat my tuna sandwich is for some entitled stranger to insist that i somehow resemble the very man who put them in their graves, so why donât you fuck off the way you came â â he finally looks up to find that the woman has already been long gone, just as he expected. in the process, however, he meets the eyes of someone else who likely witnessed the whole exchange.
He wasnât entirely lucid to begin with, the hospital had shot him up with an ungodly amount of tranquilizer despite his loud protests. Perhaps he shouldnât have sniped back with âIâm not high strung- YOUâRE HIGH STRUNGâ because he was ninety percent sure the nurse had shoved another needle in his arm to end the argument. But now, after seeing one of the Ryu kids tell off an innocent patient, he knew he must be hallucinating.
He was made aware of his unnaturally long staring when the man called over to him with the same annoyed tone that he addressed the woman with. It took him a second to think up a witty response, scrunching up his nose in thought during the meantime. He sauntered over to the man and dropped a business card into his lap, âYouâre gonna need this- Uuuuuh...â Without hesitation he grabbed the other manâs face and looked him over, carefully tracing his features in order to pinpoint the missing name âAh! Hugo. Well Iâll be damned, youâre a fucking copy paste of your old man- I work with him, heâs a bit pretentious you know. I see where you got it from.â
His exasperated wails cut through the stiff air that hung through the Unionâs office. Headâs turned towards the ear splitting sound despite the fact this was a regular occurrence. It was normal to watch the resident attorney stalk around the building looking for his next prey to drag into his office and give an ear full too. The sound of cracking wood rebounded off the walls as he threw open an office door and stomped inside. The door slammed shut behind him and all went silent.
He yanked out a chair and threw himself into it with an exhausted huff. âIs he a fucking idiot?â He didnât actually expect her to answer, he just really needed to get that off his chest. âIâm guessing the bastard went into hiding after murdering his own fucking child in cold blood- Heâs gone off the rails.â He ran a hand through his hair tugging at the ends as his rant grew gradually more frantic. âDo you realize how much shit this has put the union in? It hit the fan and now weâre buried in it! I spent thirty minutes on the phone being called a myriad of curse words before they got so out of breath they had to hang up.â He threw his hands into the air and pulled them down over his eyes with an audible smack.
âHonestly I might just quit. Change my name and move to a different country.â
Dimetre Evans Darc has been identified as a twenty-five year-old resident with Sirenâs Voice/Sound Manipulation abilities. Their files indicate they work as the Lawyer and are closely linked with the heroes union. They have been known to be charming and hard headed, and knew the deceased because of corporate law relations. (1anc3a10t, she/her, 20, PST)
History:
-Dimetre was born into a rather large family, having five siblings. Three of which were five years older, one being his twin brother, and the last being ten years younger.
-His father is the founder of a phone company which would be the rpâs equivalent to Apple. His mother owns a large chain of hospitals.
-He grew up incredibly wealthy but was still force fed the ideals of saving money and working diligently.
-His ability of sound manipulation surfaced around the age of five when he accidentally muted his dad during an argument regarding popsicles. After his dad became quiet Dimetre began to panic and wouldnât stop screaming until the affects of his ability wore off.
-Sirenâs Voice awoke around the age of ten and was much harder to control. Whenever he desperately wanted something the ability would activate. His mother was the one to draw the connection between her husbandâs trance like actions and Dimetreâs sudden melodic voice. Instead of being angry she carefully taught Dimetre how to control it. (There are still times when the power will activate without Dimetre knowing. Generally these instances are connected to strong emotions.)
-He graduated law school, top of his class, at the age of twenty-three. Having connections with powerful people he landed a job at the Heroes Union as their lawyer.
-The news regarding Raul and Mateo has left him feeling both frustrated and betrayed. The backlash from other companies and the public is slowing decaying his confidence, he hopes that one day soon he wonât receive an angry phone call where heâs cussed out and blamed for something he canât control.
((He honestly had lived a very boring and privileged life.))
Personality:
Caring: Growing up in such a large family and having a job that created connections with many different people in their walks of life had taught Dimetre to understand that not everyone has gone through the same relatively good life he has. He always keeps his arms stretched out and door wide open if he runs into someone thatâs down on their luck, perhaps the pick-me-up from him is what could help get their life on the track they envisioned it to be? Heâs rather perceptive of others feelings and will act accordingly on them. If someone wants to rant heâll sit there and listen, and if someone needs a shoulder to cry on heâll be that stable rock.
Sarcastic: Dimetre has a sharp tongue. Donât expect him to fight back with his fists when heâs been wronged, but rather by throwing out nasty sarcastic comments that cut through a personâs self esteem. Sarcasm is his way of getting his angry point across without needing to yell or knock someoneâs lights out. A sadistic side of him likes to watch how criminals huff and puff when they canât think of a comeback to his witty remark.
Petty:Dimetre loves people and heâll remember any extraordinary meeting that happens with them, though not all talks go the same, and he does hold petty grudges over the people that assume heâs a bad person just because he likes attention. While he wonât outrightly talk bad about them, since he understands the power of the media and his connections with the Hero Union, heâll just reply with an ugly look on his face. It's a bit difficult to repair a relationship with Dimetre since the pettiness runs deep.
Persistent: Dimetre is not one to give up, this is mostly because he hates losing, and a little because he doesnât like to disappoint people. He is the epitome of âtry, try againâ!
Excellent Public Speaker: Dimetre has always had the ability to captivate a crowd with his words. Some may address him as a smooth talker, and he doesnât deny that, though through the perfect balance of opinion and facts Dimetre is able to convince anyone of anything without needing to schmooze them over.
Clumsy: Dimetre could trip on thin air or a grain of rice, and he has tripped over the later before. Its something he is always constantly worrying about since its a rather undignified action for such a high-class lawyer. Though it does make for interesting conversation starters if he happens to fall into a stranger. This isnât something that was caused by an injury or infection, heâs just naturally a klutz.
Powers:
Sirenâs Voice-This ability allows Dimetre to be able to control one individual (at a time) to do his biding. By manipulating his voice to that of an entrancing melody he sends the person into a zombie like trance where he is able to suggest a person to complete an action. If the individualâs will is strong enough they may be able to snap out of the trance after sixty seconds. This ability is difficult for Dimetre to control and will activate during strong bouts of emotion.
Sound Manipulation- Dimetre is able the mute or enhance an object or individualâs sound for twenty minutes at a time. He is unable to focus on one specific sound an object makes, rather it encompasses the whole person. Mute is excellent for use during stakeouts since it silences even the individualâs movements, but Dimetre tends to only use this ability when heâs done listening to someoneâs on going rant. The ability to enhance the sound can only grow as loud as the output of a large speaker, the enhancement depends on the level that the individual is speaking. Dimetre is unable to do a sonic scream. His ability can affect anyone who is in a fifteen-foot radius of his being.
Extra:
-Heâs gay but not completely out of the closest. His family and some very close friends know.
-Heâs absolutely terrified of water.
-Heâs dyslexic and appreciates the extra help when people provide it.
-He comes off promiscuous and flirtatious but the boy hasnât been touched once in his life.
-He can play the piano, guitar and violin. He adores to sing and perform but only if someone asks him to.
-He absolutely loves the stars and will spend hours watching the clear night sky if he had the free time.
-He tends to fall in love with people who are assholes and he hates himself for it.
-When he becomes extremely stressed heâll slowly curl himself inwards and force himself to swallow back angry tears.
-Being raised in such a large family he has a soft spot for children and he tends to win their favor rather quickly.
-He has a giant Alaskan Malamute puppy named Harrison and an Akita named Oscor.
-He has a guest bedroom that is always kept prepped and tighty just incase he meets someone that needs a place to stay.
-He has such a sad sense of humor, heâll laugh at like anything.
-He doesnât get mad, he gets sassy.
-He is such a nerd, he absolutely loves anime.
-He hates people insinuating that the only reason someone likes him is because of his Sirenâs Voice. It makes him think that the true emotional connections that mean so much to him are fake and one sided.
Connections:
The Childhood âFriendâ- This individual is someone that Dimetre knows from his childhood. Either they lived near each other and their parents forced them to play together, or they went to the same school and Dimetre attached himself to them. Whether theyâre actually friends or just put up with each other isnât exactly known. They have a very odd dynamic, snipping and snarling at one another but ready to fight for the others honor if the need arises.
The Hater- Dimetre finds interacting with this individual to be mentally and emotionally exhausting. Everything he does this Individual disagrees with or becomes mad at him. Dimetre would get mad back if the comments and constant bereavement didnât hurt so much.
The Crutch- This person is someone that Dimetre can constantly rely on. Although he acts strong and untouchable there are days where he needs someone to push him through and remind him that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. This individual knows Dimetreâs deepest concern and fears.
The Gossip Girls Weird Remake- Dimetreâs need to listen and to share juicy details about other citizens is fulfilled by this individual. They have allocated a specific day each month to meet with each other and sip tea while sharing ridiculous stories for hours.
The Dream-
Dimetre develops a crush on this individual and can see a future with them. He believes that the two of them would be able to create a loving and caring relationship and home. To Dimetre this individual is the missing puzzle peace to making his dream come true. This connection may take some time to develop.
the moment he steps out from his apartment complex at 7:12am to leave for work, mateo is met withâŚÂ â he knows this face. on second thought, he doesnât. heâs seen him around before, somewhere, perhaps on passing. a name, even by a passing gaze, escapes him. still, by the strangerâs very affect he can tell that it was good to wake up a little earlier than usual. âcan i help you,â he asks. when it feels inadequate, he follows through with, âyou look familiar. but i also canât say i know you.â @3d3nsr0s3
Caden had said this bastard wouldnât be leaving by now, that it was safe to sneak into the apartment. Caden lied. Izaya was pissed, not at Caden though, at this ridiculous excuse for a human being who had the audacity to leave a little earlier than normal. If Izaya had physical skin it would be crawling at the sound of this manâs voice. God, it was horrific. His voice embodied the essence of cocky, so much so that it sounded like a roosters call. âCaden said you wouldnât be out here.â His own voice was low, close to a growl.
âYouâre dead,â is the only thing that comes out of her mouth. âYouâre supposed to be really fucking dead.â Itâs like her brain is on a loop, and sheâs not entirely sure what she wantâs to do about that. Because the boy who she had failed to protect was standing (floating?) in front of her, and she wasnât sure what she was supposed to do about that. âIs this a prank?â
Had he been traveling too close to the Union center, he had always made the conscious decision to stay blocks away from that place. Wouldnât want to cause a sceneâŚlike he was right now. This had to be possibly one of the worst heroes to run in to, it's not like he worked closely with many but of course, he had to come face to face with the woman who was well aware of who he was. He could pretend like he didnât know her, or that he was the figment of a guilty imagination like one of those shitty Christmas Carol ghouls, but that wouldnât work. He had seen that look of shock before, she was too far gone.
He didnât want to make this whole ordeal any worse- Wait, was she at his funeral? Did she notice that he was wearing the exact same clothes he was buried in? Fuck. Guess there was no escaping the ghost thing. He extended his arm slowly, as one does when trying to calm a frightened wild animal âAnna. Donât scream-â That probably wasnât the smartest thing to tell a terrified person, so he tried again âItâs me. Itâs really me.â
Rowan sat outside a small cafe, reclining in the chair as he watched the television through the window. He couldnât hear what they were saying, of course, but he knew what the reporter was talking about. The fire seemed as if it was only a few minutes ago. The smell of smoke still filled his nostrils to an extent, and the small burns served as a reminder that he was there. It served as a reminder of what was to come if he followed down the path of a hero. He took a sip of his water, locking eyes unintentionally with a passerby.
He wasnât there, wellâŚhe was, watching. He wouldâve helped, is what he tells himself to stop from feeling guilty, but it was fire. He was repulsed by how he took one look at the burning building and shriveled away in fear, what would have mattered if he ran head first inside? He was already dead.
He had taken to the streets, it was easier to waste away in pity when anxiety wasnât constantly reminding him that he was a failure. Absentmindedly weaving through the crowds he stared blankly at a kid sat quietly near a cafe, his gaze preoccupied with the small scars that littered their arms. He stopped in his tracks, a few busy individuals walked right through him as he scrunched up his nose in a grimace. He hadnât noticed the other lock eyes with him as he slid into an empty seat without asking. âYou were there,â he breathed. Slowly he reached out and let his hand float above the otherâs skin, no contact was made but a buzzing sensation flew through the air around them. With his other arm Izaya commanded a small batch of aloe to grow in one of the cafeâs planters, plucking the leaves he squeezed out it's gooey inside and let it splat onto the kidâs arms. âYou should take care of that before it scars.â
every tuesday, instead of following the herd of hospital workers to the staff cafeteria, hugo spends his lunch break outside. most tuesdays, the hour and twenty minute break passes by uneventfully â as it should â with nothing but the chatter of birds to keep him company. it also helps that most people already know what hugo is like.
â excuse me â are you silasâs son ? â
today isnât most tuesdays. and the woman in front of him isnât most people.
he doesnât glance up as he turns to the next page of his newspaper. â no. sorry. â
â but â iâm sure that i â â she trails off before opening her mouth again. from his peripheral vision, hugo can see that sheâs attempting a smile. â come on. you know. silas bergman-ryu. from the heroes union. youâre the spitting â â
â no, â he repeats. â iâm the last heir of a long and illustrious line of villains and both of my parents died at the hands of the heroes union. the last thing i need while trying to eat my tuna sandwich is for some entitled stranger to insist that i somehow resemble the very man who put them in their graves, so why donât you fuck off the way you came â â he finally looks up to find that the woman has already been long gone, just as he expected. in the process, however, he meets the eyes of someone else who likely witnessed the whole exchange.
Being dead allows one to eavesdrop on many interesting conversations, while on the hospital premises Izaya had learned that three patients were cheating on their spouses, and one of the doctors had the hots for some nurse. If he was a spiteful specter heâd do something with this juicy gossip, maybe hold it over his unsuspecting victim's heads; but he was nothing like that, he was just a boring ghost.
The passive aggressive conversation that happened before him caught his attention, the lady was right, the man bore a striking resemblance to Mr.Bergman-Ryu. Izaya had met him a handful of times while working as Eden, rarely sharing more than a passing greeting. He understood why a hero of that caliber ignored him at the time, who would want to call a kid their equal?
He let out an amused chuckle as the man rambled on, his tone growing more venomous as he continued his spiel. Perhaps it would have been more threatening if he wasnât talking to thin air, but now he looked like a lunatic with major daddy issues. When the man caught Izayaâs gaze and spoke directly to him the ghost hummed in further amusement, he knew that if the man broke the stare then heâd disappear once again but right now he wanted to see where this conversation would lead. âNo.â He spoke quietly, continuing after a brief pensive pause âThat was kinda dramatic.â
Thereâs no response, a surprised look lingers on his face. He didnât think theyâd see him.
How long have you lived in Diamond City:
Again, no response. He looks as if heâs readying himself to run.
SETTING THE SCENE
Why were you at the gala (If you were at the gala at all)?:
Quietly, âInvited. From the Heroes Union.â
What you were doing prior to the time of the murder? (11:52pm):
He shrugs, obviously uncomfortable âI donât remember. Probably watching people.â
Location at the time of the murder? (11:52pm):
âThe gala.â
Anyone who could cobbarate your story?:
He shakes his head, âMost people donât notice Iâm there.â
How did you know the victim (Did you know them at all)?:
âI worked for the heroes union, we have to know of him.â
Were you aware of the allegations against the victim?:
He deadpans, âI read the news.â
Did you notice anything or anyone suspicious at the Gala?:
âNo. It would be stupid for a murderer to show up looking out of the ordinary- Donât you have camera footage?â
Anything else that the police should know?:
âYour forty-eight hours have passed, this is a useless investigation. Your efforts would be better spent protecting the city.â He goes silent, unwilling to answer any new question.
At the age of five when he was just beginning to understand the confusing world, he was tossed into he met a runaway boy who seemed equality lost and downtrodden. The sad look in the kidâs eyes kept Izaya from screaming bloody murder and throwing him out of his garden, he approached carefully as though they were a terrified wounded animal and gently placed a hand on their head giving them a welcoming pat. Luckily the other could communicate in some Spanish which made the following confused conversation a bit easier to follow, the kid was around sixteen but Izaya couldnât remember the exact age. Too distracted by the otherâs hungry appearance, before the stranger could continue Izaya wobbly ran back to his house and came out with arms full of food. He dropped it into the others laugh with a toothy smile. The stranger's name was Caden, a name that Izaya couldnât quite pronounce at first but as the frequency of their visits increased to daily outings he learned, and he learned many more things about the kid as well. Caden quickly became something of an older brother to Izaya but was referred to as an imaginary friend around the house since his fathers wouldnât believe that a teenager grew in the garden, despite his parent's disbelief he spent long hours playing along with his friend. Caden had offered to help Izaya learn some language which greatly progressed his understanding of the new society and culture. After a long happy while of Caden sharing stories and Izaya worriedly keeping the kid warm and fed, Caden had to leave. Izaya was absolutely heartbroken but he held back his tears (poorly) and sent Caden off with a smile, knowing that he would be better off somewhere that he knew.
The two stayed in touch, and as both of them grew their bond solidified as protective siblings. When Izaya entered his teen years he was ecstatic to learn that Caden had moved to Diamond City to teach high school students. Unable to quell the excitement of having his older brother around once again he snuck into the school and crashed a few of Cadenâs classes. This became a more frequent occurrence between his own studies and work among the Heroes guild. While they couldnât always spend time in person together Izaya was a relentless texter, digitally talking Cadenâs ear off every second of the day.
Caden wasnât there when he died, but he was there when Izaya woke up in an empty shell. Body non-corporal and unable to grasp at any object to pull him to his feet. He stared at Caden for a long while, the other not realizing he was there. What happened? ((They created an empathic bond which tethered Izaya to the physical realm. If the bond is broken he is free to move on.))
-Izaya has the ability to manipulate and create plants that flower. This can range between a simple garden flower such as a daisy or a potent killer such as poison hemlock. Izaya can NOT conjure a plant he has not seen whether that be in real life or in a book/the internet, thus resulting in the bulk of the flowers he creates being that of the more common garden variety. His ability works best in places with a lot of floral life, or in buildings adorned with plants, since he is unable to produce flowers without the use of soil. With that being said, he can conjure a single type of flower, the rose, in areas where no other plant based life is present. These plants are produced by using his own bodies energy and tends to drain him rather quickly, when the rose is produced the vines wrap itself around his arms and shoot outwards towards the enemy.
His most common form of fighting in regards to his ability is the use of thorned vines and bursts of poisonous flowers. They are both used to stop the enemy from moving but can be lethal if maneuvered in the correct manner. During an interrogation, Izaya will constrict the vines to squeeze the air out of the enemy as well as puncture them with the thorns.
In certain situations, Izaya may utilize flower mimicry to become painful or poisonous to the touch. Though this is a rare occasion since it is only useful during hand to hand combat, and heâd rather stay his distance. Heâll generally mimic a rose bush for its sharp thorns or a hogweed for itâs dangerous chemical like sap. When this happens thorns will protrude out of his skin or heâll begin to secrete a sap like substance. He may also become tinted green as chlorophyll rushes through his veins to feed the flowers. Â
On very, very rare occasions he may create flowers to heal injured bystanders or other mutants. Though he is not an expert on the healing properties of flowers and would rather leave that responsibility to others.
He is naturally weak against fire and can do very little to protect himself against flames. Intense heat can quickly drain him to the point where he is unable to create plants, and if he is able to produce one they tend to be weak and wilted. He is constantly intaking water in order to fuel his ability. ((Izaya has pretty good control over his ability but strong emotions can still set it off.))
-Being recently deceased he is not a corporal being and is semi-translucent unless focused on completely. He possess much of the same powers as a typical t.v. show ghost; including invisibility, telekinesis, possession, decelerated aging, and flight. He does not naturally induce fear into living beings nor can he change his shape at will. In order to touch and hold objects he utilizes telekinesis which causes a brief weight sensation to a living being.
Jake T. Austin, Male, He/Him -ââ- Izaya Matias Pryce had been identified as a eighteen year-old resident with florakenisis/Ghost physiology. Their files indicated that they worked as a student and may have been closely linked with the heroes union (though he had connections with the underground as well). They had been known to be familial and easily controlled, and knew the deceased because of his public image.( 1amc3a10t, she/her, 20, PST)
Backstory:
Izaya was born in Guatemala to a pair of young parents who had just begun to understand how the adult world worked. His father had come to Guatemala from the east coast of America and met Izayaâs mother, they fell in love rather quickly and got married. What Izayaâs mother had failed to tell her husband was that she was a mutant, the man had openly expressed his hatred for the race and she feared that coming out may result in danger or the end of the relationship. The family was nothing but normal until Izaya began showing signs of a mutant ability at the age of four. It started out small with buds popping up in the dirt he rolled around in, or plants being brought back from wilting when he spoke softly to them. Knowing that this was something special he ran to his parents excitedly to share the news. His father lashed out. Taking pity on her only child his mother paid for two tickets to Diamond City, California and left the boy near the closest police station. Confused and unable to speak the countries native language Izaya shoved himself into the nooks and crannies of a nearby building and waited in fear until his mother would come back and rescue him. His mother never came, but after a long and restless night, a beat cop doing his daily patrols stumbled upon the child and took him to shelter.
It took him only two weeks to find a home in the loving arms of the bright-eyed beat cop and his two weary husbands. Although they all struggled to understand each other these fathers refused to give up and enrolled in both supplementary English courses and Spanish classes. It took Izaya a while to learn and he had to enroll in school a year later than his peers but once he began to understand, he began to thrive. At home on the outskirts of the city, they lived a quiet life in a secluded cottage with acres of supple land that Izaya almost immediately turned into a garden. After the initial excitement of watching the life bloom slowly quelled he was struck with a deep fear that his new family would throw him out just like the other, but their reaction was quite different, he began to pull away and cower when they ran to him with arms open wide but they didnât seem angry, ratherâŚthey were excited. Izayaâs ability was heavily celebrated, two of his fathers were mutants and immediately began teaching him to control his powers, while the other quietly reminded him that abilities donât make the person, personality and actions do.
At the age of six, a new Pryce entered the family, a toddler by the name of Zachariah. The first day together was spent staring each other down, the second-day Izaya decided this child was a demon. Years later Zachary became Izayaâs biggest fan and constant support system, although Izaya never stopped believing the kid was a demon the little devil did become his best friend.
At the age of fourteen, he approached his papa with a fake sort of confidence that oozed the fear of rejection and demanded to be included in the Heroes Guild. He knew he may be young but he was capable and was well aware that the control over his abilities were amazing. He was immediately rejected. Papa explained it wasnât safe, and although he would make a wonderful hero when he was older this was not the time to dive headfirst into a dangerous career. So, he went to Papi and begged, but he said the same thing. In a huff, he approached his dad, who also said the same thing but in a bit more supportive manner. After a lot of thinking and days of watching Izaya mope around the house his fatherâs let him tag along with his Papa for one day. That day turned into years, and the public came to know him as the flower wielder Eden.
At the age of eighteen, he died. It was supposed to be a routine fight, nothing hard, nothing new. He was justâŚin the wrong place at the wrong time. He can still feel the piercing pain that rang through him when he was shot, the alien power that coursed through his body as he slowly turned to stare his killer in the eyes. It was an ally, it was a friend. He had collapsed to the concrete with a thud, hands pulling him onto someoneâs lap, frantic talking he couldnât understand butâŚnone of it was his fathersâ. Papa wasn't there today, he let Izaya go without him, that was a mistake. He desperately tried to reach out to someone who wasnât there, grasping at memories of his life as they flooded his vision. As his breathing got harder and his body went limp he could hear the familiar whirl of news trucks, his last thought was a hope. A hope that his family wouldnât find out from the news.
***
Papi - Draxton
Papa - Vincent
Dad - Theodore
Brother - Zachariah
Izaya had always been closest to his Papi despite him being an extreme helicopter parent. Vincent was a bit too aloof for Izayaâs tastes and Theodore was the one who was the most grounded. Though, he did, and still does, love them all very much.
D: *kicks open door*
D: Hey bitches, Iâve got the child you ordered. They only speak Spanish but Theo youâre fluent in it-
T: Wrong. I took 2 years in high school.
D: Vincent youâre fluent in it-
V: Russian. Iâm fluent in Russian.
D: Well Iâm fluent in it-
T/V: Youâre Australian.
D: Fuck.
Papi- Plays the role of a detective but works in the underground manufacturing and distributing whatever is needed.
Papa- Hero in the Heroes Union.
Dad- Owns a bar and does bounty hunter work when needed.
-Living in Guatemala for the first four/five years of his life has caused him to speak in a somewhat heavy Guatemalan accent. Â
-He enjoys music and it has a calming effect when he becomes anxious and/or worried. Surprisingly he is a wonderful singer and a decent dancer.
-He will hoard objects that he finds âprettyâ or âcuteâ, if he gives someone something from his collection that means that person is special.
-Heâs slowly learning how to cook but he can bake fairly well, especially recipes that include lavender. He also knows how to make body butters and perfumes using flowers.
-Heâs just a bit touch-starved and will hold on a little bit too long when it comes to hugs. For those that donât understand what happened in his past, itâs kinda awkward.
-He loves animals and they happen to be the one thing that will always get him to smile.
-Heâs naturally curious but doesnât like asking questions. So heâll follow people around and/or stare at individuals until he receives some suitable answer.
-He may cause arguments here and there but he hates when others get into fights.
-He has a fear of older men that stems back from the emotional abuse and abandonment caused by his father.
-His âhero nameâ is Eden.
-He is rather perceptive of individuals feelings, though he doesnât always act on that knowledge.
-He speaks with a slight lisp.
Connections:
Friendly Fire- It was an accident, they never meant it to go that way. Why in the hell would they ever want to kill a kid? This individual, from the heroes union, caused the end of Izayaâs life. They had been allies, worked closely together, but they were both in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Earthy Possessions- Izaya may have known them during his life or they may be complete strangers but the ghost has become particularly enthralled by their presence and enjoys being around them. Whether heâs invisible or fully present depends on
Casper the Friendly Ghost- This particular individual is mortified by even the slightest sight of Izaya. They hold a strong opinion that ghosts are things of fiction and should not be casually floating around their city. Whether they lash out at the specter for even daring to be real, or run away in a panic the moment they meet eyes is up to the writer.
Polter-guys, run- Izaya absolutely despises this person, but heâs not entirely sure why? Whenever heâs around this individual he is filled with disgust, hate, and anger. He has yet to lash out and become violent though he isnât sure how long he can keep his temper in control.
