Name: Valkoinen Pilvi || White Cloud
Birthday: Jan 29th
Height: 5'6"
Age: 34 (current / wonderland) || up to 17 (misterica / pre-fall)
Horn number: 7 / mixed sizes
Horn crystal: Amethyst
Medical: Neurodivergent, depression; anxiety; c-ptsd, Dissociative Identity Disorder
Survived the Fall: No
Can Soul Tap: Yes
Can Summon: Yes
Occupation: - Crowned Prince ; Next to be King // Wanderer (Wonderland)
Alias: Lord Makenshi, The White Devil, Demon Swordsman, The Child of White
Birthplace: Misterica || The Palace
Current Location: Wonderland
Family:
-Sitruuna Shokki || Lemon Shock (Great Uncle; Deceased)
- Palava Tuli || Blazing Fire (Great Aunt; Deceased)
- Sitriini Sinfonia || Citrine Symphony (Uncle; Alive)
- Helakanpunainen Aurinko || Scarlet Sun (Father; Deceased)
- Ametisti Kuu || Amethyst Moon (Mother; Deceased)
- Punainen Usva || Red Mist ( Older Brother; Deceased)
- Sininen Taivas || Blue Skies (Grandfather; Adoptive; Deceased)
- Revon Tulet || Northern Lights (Prime Bind; Bodyguard; Alive)
- Nousi Aamunkoitto || Rose Dawn (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive)
- Tähtien Valo || Star Light (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive)
- Ilta Palo || Evening Blaze (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased)
- Aqua Sielu || Aqua Soul (Soul Bind; Teacher; Alive)
- Violetti Sydän || Violet Heart (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased)
- Laventelin Kukka || Lavender Flower (Soul Bind; Teacher; deceased)
Abilities: telepathic with his sword, skilled with most bladed weapons, can dual wield. Flight capable and possesses acute hearing for both long distance and high frequency. Can use Wind, Ice, Water, Barrier and Healing Magic. Can summon up to 4 sword dragons at one time. Dragon like strength. Immortal. Accelerated healing; can revive from any death.
Mist Color: White
Mist Ability: Sleep
It appears that Beng has not only let Mk in, but he has also staged a coup with him. The Wukongs and Macaques have been locked in a room so it's the homie gang's turn in the brain space. Clearly, Beng's had enough of waiting and MK's just happy to be in said brain space here on Tumblr.
I haven't a clue when the others will escape so it's homie gang time.
Mila wasn’t born in the life of a socialite, but she sort of grew up within it ever since her pre-teens and although that new wealth from the cheer luck that came with her mom winning the lottery came in handy, it also brought a lot more issues.
As in they knew that at first they wanted to buy a house so they didn’t need to worry about rental anymore and thus the house would be then inherited by Mila and her older sister; When her sister was paying for her studies with a part time and had the help of their parents in part, having that cash meant Avery wouldn’t swim in so much debt once her studies were done, which meant a lot, seeing she was studying to be a judge.
A nice amount of money also meant nice things, obviously, they did also had the smarts to get advised by the bank to have that money growing and her parents, mostly their father, got the courage to change jobs as their lives didn’t depend so much on it anymore and he on consequence didn’t had to put up with what he had.
Yet, as mentioned before, money can be still the root of all evil and that is why Mila found herself hanging with the wrong crowd by the wrong timing, seeing that now only did they change towns to a town owned by that gang, but The Great Recession happened right by that time.
As a teen, discovering the world and herself, whilst still having innocence to her, Mila saw no wrong in making friends in the people that even had some members around her age, that told similar stories of her, assured her that she’d help her family’s situation if she joined them, so that her family wouldn’t lose their favorable situation, although she didn’t had in mind how her sister and her father’s new jobs would help as well, even if the bank couldn’t brew up their gains as it did before and that she’d be able to impact the world with the change their group would bring.
Years passed by the side of these criminals, the same time she tried to play family around as if nothing was happening, since even when realizing what she got herself into, it was easier talking yourself out a gang when with your peers than to actually make it out. The price would be too high if she did leave and it didn’t evolve her only.
That also explained why she went along with the gang’s new idea to insert mechanical components within the members to supposedly make them resistant, stronger and to be certain that they would have the power needed and tools at hand to be able to do any kind of job they needed to do.
This meant that one time she was hushed into a dubious medical center along other gang members with the same or a similar ranking and the next thing she recalled when coming back to her senses was that all her body hatched and that she was told that she wasn’t as human as she was once now that some of her bones, joints and other parts were traded for mechanical ones.
Personality:
Mila might be on the wrong company, but she still feels like she is a good person.
She helps those in need when she can, she still did her best to study not only to keep her family from finding her dirt out, but also because she knew how important it was, she is smart even if a little gullible as well, curious and open minded, which explains why while she was told about the evil in the world by her family, she still was willing to listen and get to know the gang members and when seeing what she got herself in, it was far too late to back out.
She can be louder than life itself when needed, not being afraid to talk her mind and fight for what she believes in, but she wishes she was as determined and courageous as her sister, so she is able to come clean and make it right, leaving the gang and making a better living for herself and for those within the gang as well that she knows also want their way out.
Basics:
Full Name: Mila Frank
Nickname: Mills
Age: 28
Birth date: 8th May
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Unsure
Her Verses: All single
Spoken languages: English
Occupation: Whichever odd jobs she can catch around. She can’t really find a full-time while on the gang.
Appearance:
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: natural dark brown
Height: 1,73cm
Body build: Tall and lean
Tattoos & piercings: one lobe earring by both ears
Notable physical traits: The right side of her body had all bones substituted with metal components assembling part of a new skeleton, her muscles took a change as well with something that offers more range of movements and while the gang wants to do more changes, they want to first see how the body from those taken to this experiment will react and how the side changed will work in comparison to the side they left to be in it’s natural state
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: To dance, to read, music, her family, making new friends
Dislikes: She is terrified of her family finding out her secret, that her family sees itself in difficulties, to see anyone suffer
*NOTE: these headcanons are highly canon-based, but 100% subject to alteration depending on the headcanons of any Ardyn/Aera/Gilgamesh rpers writing with him. These work in tandem with my Gilgamesh portrayal. Regardless, don’t be afraid to ask for adjustments!
History:
Lucis’ Founder King came from humble origins, son of a winemaker and one of the greater warlords who controlled a large part of Cavaugh. He wanted for nothing growing up alongside his older brother Ardyn under the watch of their bodyguard, Gilgamesh.
When both he and Ardyn manifested magic early on, he was constantly at his brother’s side; they learned elemancy together, taking to different elements and complementing each other time and again as they grew old enough to be swordsmen. They learned to warp and they learned the armiger and when daemons began to manifest across Eos they were ready to fight side by side as they had done all things before.
Then Ardyn discovered he could heal. It was the first divide, as they were taken down very different paths. Despite being what Somnus would affectionately call ‘an absolute menace with a blade’ Ardyn walked the path of a healer now, and with him went Gilgamesh on a journey around the continent to heal those afflicted with the scourge.
Somnus, on the other hand, joined the ranks of his father’s warriors and quickly rose through them to his father’s side. And there were many throughout the Lucis Caelum lands, too, afflicted with the scourge.
Ardyn was not there to heal them, nowhere near close enough to even send word for.
Under his father’s guidance, Somnus learned the very limited options existed for the rest of the world: you either let the infected suffer and become a daemon, a threat to everyone around them and able to pass the plague on, or… you put them out of their misery, as soon as they showed definite signs of the scourge.
He learned to be gentle with his mercy killings, using the poisons his father had developed to send them to sleep on their way to a permanent rest, and the bodies were burned because a daemon might return from a corpse but nothing came from ashes.
He tried not to resent that his brother wasn’t there, that he had no other options. That the gods had not favored him with the gifts of healing. And mostly he succeeded. Trying not to be jealous of the starry-eyed, reverent regard that others had for Ardyn, though… that was harder.
The situation continued to get worse despite their efforts, and Somnus tried again and again to lure his brother home, where he could take care of their own people instead of this foolish attempt to save the world - a trial that he logistically couldn’t complete, even with the newly-arrived Oracle at his side.
An Oracle who declared that a king would come of their lineage, to rule over Cavaugh with the strength of a powerful magical artifact. Somnus rightfully assumed it would be him, the one of them who was standing his ground and putting in the work. Their father was getting older, and as the kingdom he had been slowly fostering began to come together, it was under Somnus’ banner. It hadn’t been easy, it hadn’t even been originally wanted, but now this was his kingdom, full of blood sweat and tears. It was a given it would remain so. Maybe then, with the blessings of the gods, his brother would come home to stay.
They gathered around the Crystal, Somnus and his men and Ardyn flanked by Gilgamesh and Aera, and prepared for Somnus’ appointment as king.
And then Aera - in truth or in the bias of her love for Ardyn - declared him king.
There was a beat of silence, disbelief on Ardyn’s face and horror running through Somnus. He loved his brother, of course he did, but the thought of him as king, fumbling through a task he knew nothing of, the price their people would inevitably pay to say nothing of the price Ardyn would pay from a job that would eat him alive --
No.
No this could not stand.
Both brothers rushed towards the Crystal and Ardyn reached it first, laying a palm on its surface before abruptly if flared to life with energy and rebuffed him.
And in the purity of its light, his brother’s skillful illusions were torn away, revealing the price for all his healings, a man who should be dead a thousand times over for the scourge he carried. In that moment, his eyes were gold instead of blue, and black ichor dripped down his face in a mockery of tears.
Unclean.
The voice of the gods spoke in his ear and he froze, sucking in a breath.
This cannot stand. His words? Theirs? It blurred.
Everything blurred. There was a lot of screaming, much of it his, and when he came back to himself… they were dead.
Gilgamesh dead and his corpse left in the Tempering Grounds.
Ardyn dead and his corpse locked away in Angelgard.
Aera dead, returned to her family - the only one laid to rest, and they did not thank him for it. In fact, it was only when he tried to reach out to them about that blasted Crystal that they laid the cruel truth at his feet. A ring was thrust onto his hand and a prophecy given for generations of agony and suffering for what he had done - or, at least, what he had not been strong enough to resist. A prophecy that would see his blood pit yet again against his brother (not dead, no, nothing so kind; he had been damned to thousands of years suffering) before the world would ever truly be free of the scourge.
Somnus would spend the rest of his life searching for a means to avert the prophecy. For a cure to the scourge, for his people and - selfishly, perhaps - moreso for his brother. These efforts gained him nothing but the title of The Mystic and a remaining lifetime of pain, regrets, and disdain for the gods that had used him.
Description:
Somnus comes in at 6’0, with short black hair and bright blue eyes. His clothing of choice was a linen toga with a blue sash and crimson belting as a boy, though he would grow into wearing leather armor as a teenager and adult when traveling. When he was in a situation where he didn’t need to fight, he had a long blue robe and black cape.
Gai Silva is a young employee at Raymond’s café. He’s specialized in mixology and therefore often works the evening hours.
He’s 27 year old, finished a hospitality course and after that took a course in mixology. Being a womanizer, he often gets information that colleagues of his are unable to acquire, which was the main reason why he was hired.
