touched by destiny, vera eurydice nox steps onto the shores of kairos. the lamia has threads woven with a bone chilling song so mournful even the silent gods turn their heads to listen, the taste of metal in the air; sickly sweet and dripping in poison, and an unexpected tenderness; a ghost of what she once was to someone. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛ they will not break the chain — they will swallow it, link by link, until the cage forgets how to close. ❜ only time will tell if the gilded is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing.
── .✦ statistics.
full name: vera nox fka eurydice
nicknames: v
pronouns: she/her
gender: demi girl
presumed age: early thirties~
actual age: unknown
original town: greece
current town: kairos
sexuality: bi/pan
occupation: historian @ the stoa of mysteries & sometimes helper @ sunstone
faceclaim: ashley moore
── .✦ personality.
Vera's personality is akin to the tide — one moment, all consuming, pulling you under, then the next low and cold, a stillness to her that comes with eons of stolen life. Every hair is perfectly in and out of place, though her mask of humanity can feel like a role she is playing, rather than any truth lying there underneath.
It is only those she is closest to that see underneath the bite, the softness, the innocent, the trapped woman she still is. They are privy to the hurt and the lust for life, the girl who wants to change, to be free and seen as more than just a walking horror story. Those few are allowed her vulnerabilities like a solemn vow, not to be shared with others.
── .✦ backstory.
tw snakes, death, graphic(ish) depictions of death
The story goes that she was loved so much, a soulful man traveled into hell itself to find her again. That his song, so mournful and true, was enough to lull the hound of hell to sleep, and to melt even the Queen of the Underworld's heart. But the betrayal of his turn, or perhaps it was the gods laughing right in their faces — forever changed her as the sun cast again undead skin, apparition made corporeal once more. And it scarred her heart.
Her rebirth — if you could call it that — was the gods releasing her unto the world, as a twisted being, her mortal self remembered as the angelic face gone too soon. Now a hungry, desperate thing, slithering against the earth with the cravings of flesh and blood fresh and pumping against her teeth. What had once been soft, and free, dancing with the nymphs and prepping for her wedding day, was now a serpent's maw, poisonous and ravished. It took her decades to come to terms with her new form, to find the in between and the mask of humanity she could wear. It was even longer before she remembered how to do more than hiss.
The song that became of her — the legend of love and honesty and desire — it became her touchstone. Her reminder, her truth. She was more than what had been made of her. The gods were cruel, but that didn't mean she had to be too. Centuries were spent learning the balance of human and lamia. Teeth and fangs. Woman and serpent.
Eurydice found other lamias, cold blooded creatures like she who kept her close, safe, afraid of the world. And for a time, it was sanctuary to not have to look over her shoulder. To sleep in the pit of a viper's nest and fear for the person who stumbled across her, and not herself. But, just as she once ventured into the woods to dance, she slipped to the main isle to watch.
The only consequence of Kairos was that she had not come sooner. And soon, she adopted a name, a manner of speaking, a small spark in her eyes that she thought had been lost to her serpent reappearing. Though, even as decades pass, there is hesitation in her steps, an eye out for a viper at her ankles as if it could harm her now. But once dead was enough for her, and she would do anything — take anyone — to ensure it won't happen again.
── .✦ headcanons.
pretends to be cold, but craves connection. is trying to relearn how to be who she once was, but fears she has been lost forever.
often gets irritated reading recent studies of greece since she lived it. doesn't have the words to formulate it though.
spends a lot of time by the beach, has a bit of hylophobia so she doesn't go into the woods if she can help it.
uses a lot of crystals and stones to calm her, believes in witchcraft deeply. though she is weary of tarot, runes, and casting bones.
a fate written in: a song no one survives, voice carved from judgment, divine and broken and utterly lucid, the music of guilt threading through time, whispers stitched with warning, grace unraveling like lace underwater, the dreamer the fates regret dreaming.
( lucy boynton / unknown / she, they ) touched by destiny, catarina de' medici steps onto the shores of kairos. the fury has threads woven with humming lullabies to the echo of herself, a cracked music box playing backwards, and love lingering where vengeance cannot reach. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛ beware the porcelain voice adorned in gold. her song unravels what we cannot mend. when she sings herself away, only the echo shall linger — unless the mirror calls her home. ❜ only time will tell if the porcelain doll is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing.
she was never meant to last — a thread woven too fine, too bright. she and her twin were one of the first to fall, claimed by death before humanity had learned to fear it. but death did not keep them ... in the quiet of the underworld, the fates plucked their souls and recast them in gold, raising them as two of the original erinyes ( divine instruments of justice ). what was once blood became purpose ; what was once love became a bond unbreakable.
her voice ( once a captivating song ) is now a blade of divine retribution. the ethereal threads of fate now shimmer and shriek before her eyes and ears in a constant, overwhelming lullaby — of births, betrayals, reckonings & ruin — that only she can hear. and when her song rises, it is not with mercy, but memory ... a chorus of guilt & a requiem for the condemned.
the constant barrage of fate and judgment fuels catarina’s own insanity. she is frayed by every echo she carries ( the ancient girl, the long-lost singer, the raging fury ) a fractured soul weaving vengeance through a tune she struggles to control. the presence of her family tethers her to what remains of herself. without them, the song will consume her and only the echo will remain — one of melodies and madness.
𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : kisa montenegro ›› lamia ›› eiza gonzalez .
❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ biting flesh before apples ; spilling ichor in her wake , the sweetest taste coated on your tongue , such a terrible thing to do to a little girl . ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻
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* ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ &. ( eiza gonzalez / 30 / she + her ) touched by destiny, kisa montenegro steps onto the shores of kairos. the lamia has threads woven . they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛ you’re blind to the corruption in your life, to the house you live in, those you live with- you are the scourge of your own flesh and blood, the dead below the earth and the living here above, and the double lash of your mother and your father’s curse. ❜ only time will tell if the siren is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing.
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full name : kisa montenegro .
age : 30 .
date of birth : june 21st.
occupation : emt / bottle girl on the weekends .
species : lamia .
language(s) spoken : english , spanish , greek .
hair color : brown .
eye color : brown .
notable scars : n/a .
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positive : resourceful , fierce .
negative : unapologetic , impulsive.
moral alignment : true neutral .
deadly sin : greed .
element : earth.
alcohol use : socially .
prone to violence? : when provoked .
drives / motivations : her loved ones and her job .
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grandfather : ramon montenegro.
father : unknown . †
mother : renata montenegro. †
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⸻ the montenegros are a small family of hunters that kisa was never suppose to be born into. known for hating all supernatural and wanting to eradicate them, but as fate would have it , renata montenegro found love where it wasn't suppose to be and the price was paid with her lover's life when her father , ramon , killed him .
⸻ when renata found out she was pregnant, she had no other choice but to run away and leave the hunting life behind. for the next 8 months, ramon spent most of his resources looking for his only daughter. unaware of the fact that she was pregnant , until she finally found her .
⸻ for a moment he was unsure of what to feel other than she had to terminate . kill the possible shifter . renata begged and pleaded and screamed at her father. the stress of it all made her water break and without a choice ramon , took her to the hospital. unfortunately , renata would not survive childbirth. leaving the crying baby in the arms and care of her father.
⸻ ramon gave one look at the crying baby and realized he couldn't go through in killing the baby. by the family code , he should have done it. Gotten rid of the small abomination tainting the montenegro bloodline. It only made him realize just how drilled the family code is in their head. the montenegro children raised to be little soldiers. something his daughter always said she did not want.
⸻ at first , ramon didn't know what to do but decisions were made after a month and he decided to move and raise his granddaughter , kisa , as normal as he could . learning about kairos after 5 years , he moved packed their bags and moved. there he paid a strega to spell a necklace in surprising kisa's ability to shift.
⸻ deciding to keep the veil down to the supernatural world , ramon raised kisa as normal as he could. other than taking the girl on their yearly hunting trip and fishing trip , while ramon would care for her , kisa would do the same. looking out for one another. While she knows her mother died giving birth to her , kisa never asks about her father considering she once did and the face her grandfather made scared her as a little girl .
⸻ kisa knew who she was from a very early age. For as long as kisa could remember, everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special. Something intangible. Something immeasurable. And she had confidence. she's not one to keep her thoughts to herself. honest, tough, and loyal. kisa is always willing to listen to her friends’ problems and offer sound advice.
⸻ after high school , kisa knew she wanted to work in the medical field. Going to nursing school and even when she worked in emergency rooms , she wasn't a fan due to the long hours and among other things. Rather she switched over to being an EMT and fell in love with it. mostly because of the action and there were days where she could just relax. on the weekends kisa kept her job as a bottle girl at the club for the extra cash and well, she got free drinks.
( NATALIE DORMER / 1000+ / SHE + HER ) TOUCHED BY DESTINY, DOMENTZIA LASKARIS STEPS ONTO THE SHORES OF KAIROS. THE VAMPYR HAS THREADS WOVEN WITH FAR TOO MANY NAMES TO COUNT THAT HISTORY REMEMBERS, THE LAST AGONY OF DAY CONQUERED BY VICTORIOUS NIGHT, AND A BODY SLUNG WITH JEWELS AND DRAPED IN FINEST MAUVE SILK. THEY ARE ACCOMPANIED BY WHISPERS OF A PROPHECY: ❛ ONLY WHAT SHE MISSES MOST SHALL BE HER UNDOING. ONLY THE SUN SHALL KNOW HOW THE TALE ENDS. ❜ ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF THE ORPHIC IS HERE TO FULFILL THEIR FATE OR BRING ABOUT ITS ULTIMATE UNDOING
I.
FULL NAME DOMENTZIA LASKARINA, NOW KNOWN AS DOMENTZIA LASKARIS MONIKERS/NICKNAMES. HAS HAD MANY NAMES OVER THE YEARS. EVERY COUPLE OF CENTURIES, SHE RETURNS BACK TO HER VERY FIRST NAME. SOME CALL HER DOMENA. AGE OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD SUPPOSEDLY. BORN 3RD OCTOBER, 1091, IN PORPHYRA CHAMBER, GREAT PALACE OF CONSTANTINOPLE. MAKING HER A PORPHYROGENITA, "BORN AND BRED IN THE PURPLE." CLASS VAMPYR. OCCUPATION EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF SHE HAS PROBABLY DONE IT, BUT HISTORIAN, POLITICAL ADVISOR, INFORMANT, WRITER, SCHOLAR, AND NOW EVEN A DEAN. STYLE INCREDIBLY RIDDLED WITH ROYAL FLAIR. NOT TO SAY THAT HER STYLE IS OUTDATED, RATHER EVERYTHING ABOUT HER FEELS AND SEEMS RATHER LUXURIANT. SCENT SAFFRON, ANICE AMBER, MIXED WITH A DASH OF SOMETHING FLORAL.
II.
born during the last golden days of the byzantine empire, domentzia laskarina, of the laskaris dynasty, was a byzantine greek history. her father, andronikos laskaris had been both a brother and cousin to four of the former reigning emperors. during her rather short lifetime, at least as a human, domentzia wrote two medieval and historical texts depicting the emperor and political scene that had shaped her life at court. blessed with tutors throughout her childhood, she had been trained in subjects that included astronomy, history, military affairs, geography, and mathematics.
she never married, though her parents had attempted many times to entwine her in marriages with several political figures to secure her position, most notably, alexios isaakios, an aristocrat and military commander. though engaged, alexios military crusade had thwarted her parents' plans. it's noted, however, that alexios encouraged her scholarly interests and even poured money into her esteemed intellectual gatherings.
her life was cut short at the age of thirty-four, when she was killed during a political schism and a series of courtly betrayals in 1125. knife to the throat, domentiza met her end and was supposedly buried in a mausoleum. above her tomb rests an inscription which is: ''by living i died a thousand deaths...''
once awakened and fully turned, domentzia escaped from constantinople, and began a journey that seemed to be without an end. she saw it all, the fall and rise of kings and countries, changing tides, new beginning of the world, but despite it all, she always remained true to her one cause — writing, recording, attempting to keep history and knowledge preserved.
over the countless years, domentzia has had many names, most of which were simply a decent cover and a way to blend with the mortals. she dined with philosophers, entertained politicians, participated in ploys, and experienced hedonism that most could not even dream of.
as a vampyr, she's known for being indulgent, voracious even when the moment asks for it, a hunger that's a thousand years ago. most vampyrs, unless in her age bracket, fail to know just how old she truly is, and the thing is that domentzia never quite tells the truth.
drawn to kairos, she feels a sudden shift in her emotions that she can't properly describe. all the years have made living rather dull, numbing her senses, but something now feels awfully different. despite everything, there's a strange nagging that reels her in like a siren song and that is to see or rather feel the sun upon her skin, without all the magic, like she did once, a thousand years ago.
in the more recent years, she switched back to her old name, domentzia, though most may call or know her as domena. she's currently the dean of lyceum, a title that, even know, brings her pride.
history does remember domentzia laskarina, by her texts and flaxen hair, and those who study history well, may find an uncanny resemblance between the two domentzias.
( ashley moore / 25 / she, her ) touched by destiny, kiara cohen steps onto the shores of kairos. the strega has threads woven with bloodied hands, ashes beneath quiet steps, and quiet rage. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛ when the flame of vengeance takes root in the soul, it shall turn inward, devouring itself in madness, and innocence shall be trampled beneath its wrathful stride. ❜ only time will tell if the pyre is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing.
𝐈. ⠀
basic information.
full name: kiara marie cohen nicknames: kie. age: 25. horoscope: march 12, pisces gender + pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. place of birth: pittsburgh, pennsylvania (moved to kairos a year ago to chase information). occupation: working at the inkspell bookshop. moral alignment: neutral evil. spoken languages: english, greek, sign language.
familial information.
mother: marie evelyn cohen. father: unknown, unimportant. other family members: grandmother alana hellen cohen. former coven 'sisters of quiet mercy'.
physical characteristics.
eye color: brown. hair color: light brown. tattoos: several across her body, runic and ancient in nature. scars: none. build: regular. distinguishing marks: a birthmark on her right thigh, same as the women in her family leading back centuries.
𝐈𝐈.
tw death, grief
1. ) early childhood.
kiara was born an only child to a woman who never particularly wanted children. that is not to say that the two of them did not have a good relationship. they were respectful of one another, never too close and never too distant. the coven provided kiara and marie with a village needed to raise a child, and so for a while as she was growing, kie wanted for nothing. she had friends, she had family, and a world of magic to discover.
2. ) teenage years.
when kiara was older, she'd realised that grown-ups lied a lot. they put up masks, projected images and realities they wanted the younger ones to see. but they could not lie their way out of politics, it seemed. and so when the tyrants came at night; she was unprepared. she watched as the monsters ripped her family apart. she watched as the witches tried to fight, as they called upon ancestral magic and old promises and it amounted to nothing. their enemy was stronger, coated in shadow that consumed every woman that stood in its wake. all kiara could do was hide, cower, stand perfectly still.
that night remains a blur, and she has yet to uncover who and what came in the night to take her coven, to slaughter her family. she has yet to understand why.
3. ) the new pact.
when she could finally move, she ran. through the thick forest, cold rain and echoing thunder, she ran. when she could no longer run, lost in the dark forest that sang and whispered all around her, she called out for help. out of the shadows, came a raven, dark as night with long feathers and curious eyes. the bird became her familiar, and she'd followed him out of the forest, out to the clearance, into a new dawn.
4. ) the revelation.
she'd spent two weeks on the street before she was found by her maternal uncle. by then, her mind had all but erased all the horrors she'd seen the night of her family's downfall. she went back, to their shared house, to her old home. she packed up many things, she tried to make sense of life as it was anew. but all she could find were notes, exchanged with the kairos coven. letters speaking of danger, of monsters, of blood.
kiara does not know if the kairos coven had anything to do with the downfall of her coven, or if any of the members know anything at all. but it is the only trail fresh enough for her to follow. she has moved close to them, studied them, and soon, if all goes as it should; she might be able to join them.
5. ) moral understanding.
having spent years without a coven, kiara's magic ached for something more. something strong and powerful enough to keep her company. and she found such a thing in scriptures that were not for her to hold.
she has been dabbling in dark magic for years. it feeds on her anger, her loneliness, her fears. but power is also addictive, and consuming and she does not care to let it go.
her life revolves around a single night; and there is no price so high she would not pay for revenge.
𝐈𝐈𝐈.
traits.
positive traits: cunning, adaptable, intuitive. negative traits: vengeful, cold, treacherous. likes: floating in the sea, cold nights, hot drinks, quiet people, chess, generosity, birds (her familiar in particular), dark colours. dislikes: loud noises, thunder, expectations, tardiness, crowds.
personality.
ever since the night her family and coven was killed, kie has been living life with quiet and potent rage. she dreams of revenge. she detests the weakness that held her back from stepping in, the cowardice that urged her to sit back and watch as the others fought to protect one another. she carries an ocean of guilt which spills into seas of anger that stay hidden beneath a calm and sunny surface.
because kiara is always calm. almost eerily calm. she's observant, and cunning and intuitive. she enjoys learning people, she enjoys studying the way they think and function, all the ways that make them 'tick'. she finds ways to get under peoples skin. ways to make people trust her; all for a single purpose -- the truth.
headcannons.
kiara is very good with words. she hides well behind a smile, and she can be quite charming too if she puts her mind to it. it's almost impossible to tell if something bothers her. and she will lie to adapt to her company and get them to trust her.
she does have the ability and an innate desire to care for people, to love people, to protect them. but at the same time, she never lets herself get close enough to actually do it. it's very cliche, but she truly does see love as weakness and the easiest thing to exploit and use as leverage.
because she doesn't know what kind of creatures killed her family, she has been sort of disliking all supernatural beings. she sees them all as abominations, including herself and the other witches. however, this doesn't stop her from creating mutually-beneficial relationships where she sees fit.
as a witch dancing with the darkness, she does favours for other humans and supernaturals that most witches might not be too keen to do. for the right price, of course.
she does not see herself as a good person, or in any way redeemable. and she does not feel sorry nor pity for herself, or tragedies that befall her. everything that comes her way, everything that ever did; was earned.
my , my , those eyes like fire , i'm a winged insect — you're a funeral pyre . come now , bite through these wires , i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired . reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher . grow back your sharpest teeth , you know my desire . i will travel far beyond the path of reason , take me back to eden , take me back to eden .
𝐈 , application .
touched by destiny, cosimo de' medici steps onto the shores of kairos. the fury has threads woven with patient violence , blood drying on marble , and serpents coiled like memories around his ribs . they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy : ❛ he who walks with vipers shall bleed by a softer hand. what was once sworn in blood shall be undone by love. the heart he buried will rise to meet him — and it will not bow. ❜ only time will tell if the waking hell is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing .
𝐈𝐈 , basic information .
name . . . cosimo de' medici .
nicknames . . . cosi .
species . . . erinys ( fury ) .
age . . . ancient .
date of birth . . . september 30th .
place of birth . . . unknown .
pronouns . . . he , him .
sexuality . . . heterosexual .
residence . . . the isle of kairos .
languages . . . all languages , including communication with animals .
notable facts . . . most people notice his eyes , which are blue and brown due to a condition called heterochromia . while he has wings , he keeps them hidden from most curious gazes , unless he carries out his divine retribution . they are white with threads of gold laced through them , slithering like serpents when he gets emotional .
𝐕 , relatives .
parents . . . deceased .
siblings . . . twin sister , younger sister .
familiar connections . . . catarina de' medici ( twin ) , valeriya aydin ( sibling ) , alexandra de' medici ( sibling) , aurora de' medici ( daughter) .
pets . . . snakes, nefeli ( hellhound ) .
𝐕𝐈 , biography .
despite being born human , cosimo always carried a sense of destiny far greater than the world around him . demanding of both himself and others , he has never been an easy presence , but those who managed to earn his trust gained a friend with undying loyalty . that is , until fate intervened and ended both his and his twin's lives far too soon .
among the first to live and the first to die , his soul was never meant to find rest in the shadowed stillness of the underworld . the elyisan fields held no healing for him . instead , he became something far more ancient and enduring ⸻ one of the first erinyes , an immortal embodiment of divine retribution , bound to the will of the fates . while others might struggle with the burden placed upon him , cosimo embraced it . immortality was not a curse but a gift that finally matched the scale of his ambition and serving the fates granted him a purpose that no mortal life could ever fulfill .
he has moved between the mortal realm and the depths of the underworld for centuries , leaving his mark wherever he walks . one such mark was left on a noble house in renaissance italy . after a violent attack on the house of medici , cosimo assumed the role of heir and brokered peace to end the blood feud . what began as a tactical union grew into something more ⸻ a bond of respect , power and a sense of love , which is why he protects the offspring of the house of medici to this day .
his most recent return to the isle of kairos is not his first and likely not his last . the place that is steeped in magic and mystery calls to him , as it does to so many other creatures . whether he walks its shores for pleasure or business remains a question only time - and the fates - may answer .
𝐕𝐈𝐈 , wanted connections .
familiar . . . potential relatives of the medici household .
romantic . . . tba .
platonic . . . a best friend , a frenemy , a daemon that he has been guiding , tba .
( manish dayal / 39 / he + him ) touched by destiny, nikhil verma steps onto the shores of kairos. the human has threads woven with the cruelty in absence, the scent of smoke and bourbon, and a survivalists tired eyes. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛ he will see what others cannot, and in that seeing, something will be lost. the silence will come for him, but he will not know if it is his or the world’s, the hunter is not defined by what he slays, but by what he allows to remain. ❜ only time will tell if the activist is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing.
I. STATS
name: nikhil verma
date of birth: 5th july
zodiac: cancer
species: human
occupation: owner of the drunken oracle, hunter of supernaturals
pronouns: he/him
orientation: pan
pinterest: (tbd)
II. TRAITS & AESTHETIC
persuasive, compelling, kind, tendency to be biased around supes, stickler of the rules, pessimistic (internally tbh), hunts because he 'has' to not because he 'wants' to any longer, *dad stance*, night incarnate, chewed fingernails, the moon being the guiding light in the sky, the curse of faith and evil, protective papa bear vibes , lone survivor .
III. BACKSTORY
(tw parental loss)
luck would always run out and wear thin . that is what nikhil had learned very young, in a crowded family , but one teeming with love . sometimes luck was tangled with fates , sometimes a bad choice was all it took it skew it , but his parents luck had run thin before he'd ever even reached double digits . the one thing many decided for him was simple : he was going to live and die within his home town , and nothing special would manifest in the in between. when his parents died , entangled in what fate decided of them (so it seemed) , nikhil could hardly cope . wrangling his 5 other siblings , keeping things in line , it all felt impossible .
somehow , he prevailed , somehow he made it to his own teen years . but secrets were hard to keep hidden , even in death and it wasn't long before he discovered truths of his own family lineage . how his parents were hunters , those who provided fragile order over this world whenever they could . scrawled and frantic journal entries of the daemon that had decided their story was through , and two people who - albeit were not perfect - still tried to avert what the fates had damned them to . death still came for them anyway . and grief was cruel . to nikhil it felt as though his heart swayed to many different opinions - hatred that his parents still brought them forth to this world , understanding that they still tried to toe a line of normalcy in their avoidance of fate - but death still came for them anyway .
learning of this did not imbue nikhil with pride, but he walked forth to this responsibility anyway. it was not easy to train one's self in such violent tendencies, but he learned all the same. practice made perfect, mistakes strengthened his resolve, and any scar or close encounter allowed his wit to be fortified. he started this in a selfish pursuit, to find whatever infernal creature had done this - fates be damned - but over the years it had indeed become about protecting those - much like the child he had once been - who could not protect themselves from the collateral inflicted by such creatures.
kairos had meant to be temporary , following a lead , still young enough at twenty5 as he wandered to the island. yet somehow it had been established as a house for him - never a home - nikhil opening the drunken oracle, meeting various other hunters who seemed drawn to this place. many moved on, hunters went to their next mark, but nikhil remained for the most part. there was something here, whether it was tied to his fate or not, which had drawn the hunter to stay and he's been here the last 4teen years as a result.
IV. WANTED CONNECTIONS
ashes and dust - the daemon who indeed had something to do with his parents death. this is a big connect and can be messy, violent, not a savory ending, etc, but i'm open to having said character in play for some snarky and unhealthiness to ensue.
knives and bourbon - standard hunter connect via the drunken oracle but would love to dig deeper via each character as he's owned it for the last 13 years!
salt and sugar - interested in an ex connection (any gender, up for discussion via species) it would likely have ended as a means of wanting to 'protect' the other from his own crappy life and coping mechanisms HEHE but can be discussed !
moonlight and silver - he has many siblings but i would like one (said evilly) that has since been bitten by a woof since this all began.
bane and rot - standard enemy supernatural connect. he missed his mark and you're still angry about him having the audacity to try and git ya!
tbd, open to anything not listed/these can be open to interpretation
odessa a'zion , twenty5 ( 333+ ) , she + they . touched by destiny , thomasina 'tomi' simcah steps onto the shores of kairos . the lampad has threads woven with the distance of muffled laughter from the other room , the reverberation of bass from the club bathroom , and a bitterness that can't be swallowed . they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy : ❛ in shadows born of bitter breath , from rivers deep and cursed with death , a sister sprouts from mint torn , where scorned love weeps and wrath was born . beware that child as when she ascends , all shall reap what none defend . ❜ only time will tell if the hellion is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing .
𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .
birth name : δίδυμα. pronunciation : thee-dee-mah . nicknames : thomasina ( self given alias ) , tomi ( preferred name ) , thee ( exclusive to people who have known them more than two centuries ) , dima ( similarly , you gotta be a couple of centuries in ) . date of birth , age : ??? , three hundred and thirty three ( appears twenty - five ) . place of birth : the underworld . gender , pronouns : kinda ancient and therefore kinda genderless but demi woman , she / her , they / them . orientation : queer . occupation : imagine i give this bitch a job at mcdonalds or something . idk tbd .
𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .
height : five foot five inches - 165.5 cm . build : petite , average muscle mass , stronger than they look but they're not telling anybody that . hair : dark brown , almost black and falls down her back in ringlets and until about mid back . eye colour : a soft purple depending on the light . would wear contacts around humans but since the popularity of contacts hasn't really bothered much in a few decades . notable features : moles and beauty marks , slightly hooked nose , curls and sheer abundance of hair , full lips , strong brows . faceclaim : odessa a'zion .
𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .
natal chart : sagittarius sun , scorpio moon , leo rising . moral alignment : chaotic evil . mbti : enfp , the campaigner . positive traits : witty , loyal , open-minded , resourceful , clever , charming , quick thinking , intuitive , free spirited , friendly . negative traits : vengeful , stubborn , spiteful , eccentric , obsessive , mercurial , temperamental , impulsive , reckless , immature , avoidant , confrontational , impatient , hedonistic , lazy . character inspirations : kara zor-el ( supergirl ) , yelena belova ( marvel ) , percy jackson ( the percy jackson series ) , joy ( everything everywhere all at once ) , theo crain ( the haunting of hill house ) , grace le domas ( ready or not ) , alyssa ( the end of the fucking world ) , klaus hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) , roman roy ( succession ) , orestes ( greek mythology ) , shuri ( marvel ) .
𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 .
tomi was born as half of a set . one of two , a duo tied together by blood . perhaps tomi should've been tethered to other things : a mother , perhaps . or a father , even . but she had neither . only a sister .
it was fine . it was all they needed .
the fact was , tomi was content . really , and truly content .
okay , well , perhaps they were a little bored . the underworld was predictable . it might come as a surprise but flame and shadow and guiding souls to their fate over and over and over becomes dull after the first few thousand times . trust them , they could attest . but they had their sister , and their place . they wanted for very little . sure they itched for excitement then but in hindsight tomi will look back on that first dull , peaceful century as the best of their life . it was when they and their sister were inseparable ; when they were whole . when she'd be playing in the shadows with them . when she'd be scolding them more often than not when they inevitably slacked on their duties . when she grudgingly and perhaps quite allowed them to drag her up above despite her own protests . and yet she allowed them regardless . their sister . that first century had her shadows all over it .
perhaps they didn't realize it at the time but it's likely that they were more than content . even in their escapades without their twin by their side tomi had the tendency to entertain themself . toying with humans just for the fun of it . slipping into balls and masquerades for sport . enjoying drink and merriment and at the end of the day returning , always returning , to their sister to tell her the tales . even as her head shook in disapproval tomi knew she liked the stories . it'swhy she resolved to make so many more . if her sister would not enjoy the world with her then she would live it for her and return to tell her all about it . after all , was that not the job of a twin ? to make up for what the other lacked ? tomi could do that . she resolved herself to it .
that was until her sister did have a story of her own to tell . or at least tomi assumed she did . the first time she'd come home to find her sister gone was such a surprise that she nearly searched the whole underworld there and then . but her sister returned unscathed , eyes shining with something that wasn't there before and it was then tomi saw it . her sisters own story unravelling before her .
now , tomi wasn't exactly sure what the story was . her sister wasn't exactly forthcoming , closed lipped and secretive in a way tomi and their eternal candor couldn't quite relate to . but they were sure she would relay the tale to them in due time . and in truth , she was excited for her . truly happy for her . because she deserved to have her own story . even if they weren't in it .
perhaps that was what was unsettling them . the jealousy of not being involved , of the one person they had wanting something entirely separate from them . and yet they knew their sister was allowed to have their own adventures . after all , tomi had been doing so for decades . so they pushed that strange unsettling feeling down low where they could ignore it and decided to ignore a few other things while they were at it . their duties . the underworld . their sister .
they weren't sure how long their bender in the human world lasted . tomi had always been bad with time . all they know is that by the time they came back they had forgiven their sister . perhaps she didn't know that they were fighting , but the point was tomi was ready to make up . their cold shoulder had long thawed and as they returned to their home they expected a warm welcome .
only their home was empty once more , near entirely deserted , with the exception of a strange fragrant plant buried into the dirt of their floor . tomi remembers their bewilderment then . remembers crouching to touch a thumb to the plants leaves . remembers that unsettling feeling strange and heavy in her stomach returning once again .
she remembers the day she learned the plants name . mint .
tomi doesn't think she could communicate the horror of learning your mild mannered sister had been reduced to a fragrant plant by the gods , and perhaps she can't . but perhaps she can communicate the righteous anger . the sheer divine wrath of it all .
in truth , tomi knows that she and minthe were inconsequential to the gods . that they perhaps considered them very little and thought of them even less . tomi herself had given the gods only fleeting thought until that day . they were distant figures . powerful but too far away for one to be truly concrete .
but then they turned her sister into a fucking sprout .
it kind of puts things into perspective .
that day birthed a hatred in tomi's heart that has yet to be extinguished , birthed a need for vengeance that has yet to be sated . and yes , perhaps it is very foolish . but tomi can't think of one less deserving of the wrath of the gods than her sweet sister . and they have yet to answer for it . who would make them answer for it ?
it was then as tomi sobbed , with their hands cupped around that unmoving sprout , that they decided that it would be them . teeth gritted and eyes hot , heart aflame with divine vengeance they decided that if there was no one to make the gods answer for the crimes enacted against the inconsequential it would be them .
that was over two hundred years ago and admittedly , despite the length of their lifespan , tomi was getting impatient . or perhaps they were just getting angrier . the silence from the gods feels like fleeing and the longer they're gone the more impatient that tomi gets . it's a vicious cycle that will perhaps repeat until the gods come back .
if they ever come back .
𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪 .
your local sagittarius turned evil < / 3 honestly tomi is a big experiment with duality bc they're like so full of rage and angst and pain but because they're naturally ? a very hedonistic person ? like this bitch has one hundred percent been in the clubs and at raves since those things started like they looove some revelry , they loooove to shake ass but like . hairline trigger between having a good time forgetting their pain and like . crashing out idk . very confrontational , like they're telling the gods to fuck themselves to their face if they have the chance and have been cursing their names for the last couple of centuries so honestly , the gods kind of disappearing was probably the only reason this bitch isn't dead bc she be pointing fingers i fear . has big theories about who turned minthe into a mint plant and why and used to relay these when drunk enough like a century ago like that guy with the red string meme ,,, but probably sadder tbh . i don't think they do it anymore tho . doesn't fear death but they probably should ??? is actually a really fun friend and acquaintance but that's because they usually attempt to forget about yk , their suffering and all that so it all kind of ? has a deep pain beneath idk . again duality ,,, loves to forget if they can so again hedonism , and is honestly a bit loose with their affection but we love that for them idk . is very friendly actually ? and has a lot of long time friends but it can be kind of surface level idk ... loves to make friends with humans and is kind of fascinated with them . tends not to get overly close to them bc they view those friendships as kind of low commitment considering they're yk gonna die in like a blink for her dskjds ,,, also selfish honestly , very moody ,,, idk we're gonna find out together friends here goes nothing
𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . just something to spring off of for plotting things .
long time friends like i'm talking centuries , long time enemies like i'm talking centuries , humans she's befriended because she's fascinated with them , people they party with , tomi has the tendency to wander above ground like she owns the place so people she's met on her travels bc girly has been everywhere at least twice , someone who reminds them of their sister would be painful idk ... an ex < 3 one (1) close friend who knows her lore and puts up with her shit . something sibling like bc that would hurt idk . found family vibes would be great for them ,,, and anything else < 33
