In the Shadows

Eleni Pappas Erinyes ~ Fury

[elenixpappas]

( eiza gonzalez / unknown / she + her ) touched by destiny, eleni pappas steps onto the shores of kairos. the fury has threads woven with the sound of singing crystal, blood-red tears glittering on black lashes, and stars piercing the shadows of dusk. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛in her garden of night-blooming flowers, the heart of stone shall bloom. ❜ only time will tell if the sweetheart is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing

Characters Basics Character Name: Eleni Pappas Nicknames: TBD Species: Erinys – Fury Age: Ancient Birthdate: She doesn’t remember, probably in the autumn Birthplace: Again, she doesn’t remember, but she believes somewhere near the island that would become Kerkyra, or as some knew it, Corfu Sexuality: Heterosexual when she bothers to pursue an interest Residence: Isle of Kairos Occupation: Owner of Inkspell Languages: All of them

Physical Appearance Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Dark Brown Height: 5’ 8” Faceclaim: Eiza González

Personality & Random Positive Traits: Compassionate, loyal, merciful Negative Traits: Restless, insecure, resentful Type: INFP – The Mediator Enneagram: 2 – The Helper Hobbies: Reading, writing, people-watching

Biography Did she ever have family? Eleni supposes she must have possessed parents at some point or another, and possibly siblings. Maybe even an extended family. However, it has been such a long time since that first lifetime that she can no longer remember. Sometimes it bothered her, that inability to remember who had loved her, taught her to feel love and compassion for others. They must have been wonderful people, and she would feel a distant sense of sorrow at not being able to remember their faces, their names. Other times, she could only feel grateful that she didn’t remember them clearly.

That first – human – life had been the briefest of candle flames, and now she had her duty, her work, her place as a hand of fate.

Why was she chosen by the Fates? She couldn’t understand, never had – Eleni couldn’t be detached or remote about the judgment she was often called on to carry out. Over her uncounted years as the weapon of the Fates, she had wept more tears than she could count. Her tears spilled over often for the victims, but even – on rare occasions – for those being punished. Did mercy count for nothing?

Was it her strength or her weakness that she never managed to turn off her compassion? Eleni has grown weary of her task, of being the hand of retribution. Mercy without justice might lead to chaos, but did not justice without mercy lead to cruelty? Still, she could not defy the Fates – if she did so, they would simply take control . . . something that made it so much worse. And so, she returns to Kairos, answering a call from her masters.

But what have they called her here to do?

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[dslkfhlsadkfh]

she's distracted , mind too busy thinking through all the possibilities of things she could do for work , but also with everything going on with her . she had wanted to recreate the artefact as if it was new — but had been denied . there's a picture by the display , but it's not the same as the real thing . even if it hadn't been the prettiest compared to the colours that had been added to palettes since . she had always preferred something personal . that reflected the actual person and not some image they'd curated . her own space was full of knick knacks from her travels and from her studies — little pieces considered unimportant enough to the rest of the world that she could keep them for herself . she readjusts the position of the artefact she's currently working with — she's helping another department , and would prefer to return to hide in her office to work on the latest person she'd been given . alas , it's not a project for the stoa , but something another museum she'd worked with in france had outsourced to her . and in her distraction , her mind returning again to trying to figure out her own predicament of being unable to shift and suddenly seemingly almost amicable with the shadows she encounters , she doesn't realise until the piece is falling that she's moved too far . “ oh ! thanks . that was close . i'm usually not working out here when there are people around . ” thus she can usually take a moment when she's too out of it . but people tend to think one strange if they stop and stare off in thought .

[elenixpappas]

Lips curving in a hint of amusement, Eleni simply nodded in understanding. She herself understood the desire to work alone, in a sense of quiet and with only those who shared her understanding of the power of such silence around her. In that understanding, she remained silent and allowed the other woman an opportunity to gather herself. It also gave her a chance to study her unexpected conversation partner. Golden threads spun out from the young woman, but something else swirled around her as well. Magic, yes, but . . .

Distracted. That was the sense Eleni had - something had distracted her from her surroundings. Given the artifact, and the Stoa's own high standards, no one would allow an amateur to work on such a project.

Hmm . . .

“What brings you into the open this way?” Eleni asked, her tone implying more layers to her question than most would catch. “If your preference is to work alone, such an hour in this hall would certainly prove . . . discomforting.”

[vilelithium]

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[firercts]

they  never  held  qualms  about  leaving  others  their  own  devices,  not  when  they  expected  the  same  for  themselves  when  she  required  it.  ‟  very  well,  ”  pia  murmurs  back,  returning  her  attention  to  the  twinkling  stars  above  for  a  moment  longer  before  they  sat  up,  brushing  the  sand  from  off  of  their  skin.  ‟  no,  i  will  be  returning  home  soon,  anyway.  i've  been  here  for  some  time  and  need  to  return.  ”  pauses  as  she  brushes  raven  locks  behind  a  shoulder,  brushing  the  stray  sand  from  to  strands  before  they  shook  their  head.  ‟  something  closer  to  a  middle  compromise.  there's  no  need  for  a  tempest  when  there  is  already  more  that  plagues  kairos  than  necessary.  ”  

[elenixpappas]

As a cloud sped across the stars, Eleni felt again the unease which had speared through her when the shadows first appeared. Or so she’d gathered from the details she’d put together. She nodded at Siripha’s words. “Plagues indeed,” she murmured. Her deep brown eyes swept over the beach, seeing the play of light and dark. “So much disturbance and suspicion. It’s beginning to affect the delicate balance between the societies. People are too edgy for it to do otherwise.” But it was so easy for that hint of uncertainty to spark and grow out of control . . . and people would suffer in the fight back to some sense of peace.

[archivist-goldfish]

Eiza Gonzalez

[evermyth]

the high priest follows her with a nod of his head . ❛ and if anyone would know where to find them it's you . ❜ and theodore , of course . leopold would dare to say that he always knows where to find the perfect book as well . it surprises him when eleni begins to share information with him and he frowns in thought . ❛ but erebus is a god . do you think that he's responsible ? ❜ he inquires . no one seems to know the answer , but he is curious about her thoughts anyway . ❛ a part of me thinks that he must be gone , like the rest of them . i don't know if that's better or worse . to be perfectly honest , i don't know what to think right now . ❜ which is unspeakably rare for leo .

[elenixpappas]

“Ah, and I would be a poor lover of the written word - not to mention businesswoman - if I did not,” Eleni chuckled. “Though I do try to hire those who love books as well, so their enthusiasm helps.”

“Doubtful,” she allowed, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Too many questions lingered for any such conclusions. “If Erebus directed it, then there would be more . . . structure to it. Or so I believe. However, with the gods simply . . . gone, the realms they held, they protected? Much power lingered in the very air of them.” Capricious, selfish, hedonistic - one could list many qualities of the gods that had often hurt the mortal world. But they had also kept many powers - magical, primordial, primal - contained, preventing it from spilling over to twist the lives of that same mortal world. She paused and then met his eyes. "You could feel it when you walked them."

And now she rather thought she would need to return to the underworld to see what she might find out. Would there be any new hints?

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[evermyth]

amir does not speak of the inner workings of his mind all that often , but honesty never worries him and he's unbothered by her questions . ❛ none . power over others is but an illusion , would you not agree ? ❜ fragile , momentary , unnecessary . he nods to confirm her statement , gaze lowering to the water of the aegean sea . ❛ the people i allow to take their place within my life . ❜ another thing that may be temporary , but the idea does not frighten him . it is only natural , after all . ❛ above all , i live for the moment . something that can never return . ❜ and the vampyr has learned to take them as they come . what else is there ?

[elenixpappas]

Although Eleni has seen many vampyrs come and go as the weight of immortality became a burden, she would admit that she had not seen one collected in quite some time. Perhaps he would be one of the few who managed to stretch the centuries into millenia. If so, then perhaps she might find a friendship, though she thought it would take a great deal of time to cultivate with one so reserved . . . but then again, any such connection would have to take time, or it would hardly be worth a pursuit. She would ponder the thought.

“Power often is,” she agreed, “and yet so many seek to embrace it.” A sad thought, truly, but thus did the world often evolve. Her smile deepened, just a hair, at his reply - people could indeed make a life worth it. Even one so long. “For yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come . . .” She didn’t remember where or when she’d heard a group of young mortals saying that, but she could hear the laughter in her memory.

[academia-lucifer]

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[fatelore]

❛  neverland  doesn't  sound  so  bad.  ❜  a  place  untouched  by  time,  where  no  one  grows  older  and  and  the  world  stays  still.  there's  a  kind  of  mercy  in  it.  in  being  allowed  to  drift  without  consequence.  ❛  though  i  think  i'd  rather  not  stay  lost  forever.  ❜

the  corner  of  her  mouth  quirks,  not  quite  a  smile,  but  something  close  to  one  when  eleni  praises  nefeli.  ❛  you  can  wait.  ❜  she  says,  nodding  once.  ❛  she'll  like  that.  ❜  a  beat  passes  before  she  adds.  ❛  though  there  is  a  possibility  she  might  just  run  over  to  my  dad's  instead  of  coming  back.  ❜

[elenixpappas]

“A lovely place to visit, no doubt.” Eleni inclined her head, agreeing with the unspoken words she thought she could sense under Rory’s spoken ones. Neverland represented a frozen moment in time, an eternal ‘now’ - no past, no future. But when beings such as they looked to live in a world without conscience, it could become a dangerous prospect. “But there would be a great deal of sorrow should you choose to remain lost.”

Sorrow from all of them . . . though it would be Cosimo’s reaction that would worry her most.

With Rory’s implied permission, Eleni sank to the ground, curling her legs beneath her. She sat close enough for the scene to have a friendly, familial feel, but not so close that she might overwhelm Rory with her presence. “Ah, well, if your sister chooses to join us, I will consider it a gift,” she chuckled, “but I won’t be insulted if she chooses to ignore me.”

[aurin-avenir]

📷 The Sacred Isle of Delphos, Greece.

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Robin is in her office, working on the books, when she feels a fury’s presence sweep over Ambrosia. It’s a matter of seconds to save her current progress, and just another few more to walk out the door of her office and out into the main floor. She is the sort to take her responsibilities seriously, both the ones she has built within the mortal realm and beyond, but there is a ranking on her responsibilities. Her duty to the Furies will always rise above all else. Whether this is a friendly visit, or she is to be assigned a job, it does not matter, for she will host Eleni gracefully. 

She enjoys all the furies and their company, diverse as their relationships might be, so it is not a burden to set her job aside. 

Sliding into the seat next to Eleni, she sends a nod to the bartender so she will get her usual glass of wine and turns to face the other. 

“What a delight to be graced with your presence,” she offers, a smile in place as she reclines in the bar. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

[elenixpappas]

When the bartender returned, Eleni smiled to see the drink chosen - an Elysian Twilight. She nodded her approval, enjoying the hints of mint and pomegranate now scenting the air. Most of her anxiety simply melted away as she drew in the scent before taking a sip of the silver-tinted drink. “Hades and Persephone both,” she smiled, nodding in approval at the bartender. “An excellent choice.”

Turning as Robin joined her, she raised her glass in a small toast. “As always, Ambrosia continues to be a wonder and a delight to the senses.” Eleni didn’t hand out compliments like candy, but Robin’s place certainly deserved them. It gave her such a sense of relief to know she could walk in, offer the barest suggestion, and something perfect would be brought to her. The people working for Robin jobs and did them well.

Eleni expected no less.

“I merely thought to seek out a little relaxation,” she expressed to Robin. “And, of course, a delightful concoction.” A hint of mischief twinkled in her eyes, a rare sign granted only those she counted as friends. “While I would never dream of speaking for them, I believe Persephone would be pleased.”

[assassin1513]

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[rubypomegranates]

“It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.”

Agatha Christie “The A.B.C. Murders”

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[lionofchaeronea]

A Hymn to the Fates

(Just for fun. I hope you enjoy this.)

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The Moirai I sing, the three sisters In whose hands is the whole of life: When the screaming babe emerges Into the light, when the aged man or woman Crosses the iron threshold of Hades, You are there, Clotho the Spinner, Lachesis the Measurer, and Atropos From whose judgments there is no appeal. You bound the life of the hero Meleager To a burning brand; in a fit of rage The lady Althaea reduced it to ash, And your shears, Atropos, cut his thread, Mighty though he was. To Achilles You allotted two paths, a long inglorious life In the halls of Phthia, or brevity Joined to eternal fame. He chose the latter. Even Zeus, king of gods and men, respects Your domain. He confirmed it the very hour That he cast the Titans into Tartarus: With his nod that shakes Olympus, he swore Never to deny you due honors. Be gracious to me, mighty sisters, And spin my thread to its full extent, That my life be long on the earth that Nourishes all. In exchange, I shall not fail To extol you in song, now and always.

The Three Fates, Alexander Rothaug, ca. 1910