the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and the younger titanness styx is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of anya taylor-joy, a human born on 25 DECEMBER, 1995, a capricorn and named sofiya “fee” violetta morozov.
tw: death, suicide, drowning ( PLEASE TELL ME IF ANYTHING SHOULD BE ADDED )
feel free to skip to the end where there’s quick summary at the end !!
age: 26, 25 december. 1995 ( capricorn )
nicknames: fee
gender identity & pronouns: cisfemale ; she/her
sexual orientation: bisexual
birthplace: st petersburg, russia
nationality: dual citizenship ( united kingdom & russia )
languages: english, russian, latin ( she was bored ), french, spanish, bulgarian/ukranian/serbian/polish ( passable )
occupation: cashier and thrifter at golden fleece thrift store ( also wealthy shhh )
education: various boarding schools; oxford ( dropped out )
living arrangement: labyrinth apartments ( roommate ?? )
favorite spots: hidden falls and olympus club/bacchae
pets: flotsam, a white ferret & jetsam, a medium-haired black cat
vices: apathetic, reckless, harsh
virtues: artistic, disinterested, intelligent
physical appearance: blonde ( damaged ) hair, bangs, eye colour same as her dad ( tbd ), pale, tattoo of a rose behind her left ear, tattoo of a small peach above her right hip bone
deity: styx, young titanness of the infernal river of hatred, gloom & oaths
power traits: seeing and hearing the dead through water, minimal communication, & withering plants ( water draining ) with touch
locked powers: see doom prophecies in water, communicate with the dead via water, predict misfortune, negatively influence emotions, and drain water from living things
sofiya was born in a marriage of false pretences. one party wanted love, affection, family. the other wanted power. sofiya’s father married her mother, illyana morozov, to gain wealth — something that had been apparently lacking previously in his life ( & wife ). he used the money & privilege he gained with his young new wife to begin a life of diplomacy. sofiya was excepted to be nothing but perfect. clever was good, silent was better. by the age of four she already understood why her mother rarely smiled and, worse, why she had such dull eyes. she watched as her mother withered and became hardly anything but a shell.
one dark stormy evening, sofiya had been having a tepid bath, the bubbles having long deflated. she liking hiding away in the water though, it was the only time she felt a little bit free. her mother was sitting at the edge of the bath, head tilted to lean on the tiles, eyes closed. sofiya didn’t know if she liked the silence or if she was simply accustomed to it then. that was all the more reason why when she heard a soft voice echoing in the room, bouncing off the water as it lapped the tub, she was so surprised. she energetically tugged at her mother’s sleeve and repeated what she’d heard. ‘ Любопы́тной Варва́ре ’ she cheered. curious barbara. sofiya had liked the way it sounded, she only got to speak russian when she was with her mother so she was excited to tell her mother something she’d learned herself.
the young girl would never forget her mother’s eyes. ‘ Любопы́тной Варва́ре на база́ре нос оторва́ли ‘ her mother replied, nearly in a daze. a smile it would take some time for sofiya to realize was wistful crossed her face. she turned to look at her daughter almost mechanically. “curious barbara had her nose torn off at the market... mama said that to me when i married your father. she was against the marriage, but batya was all for getting me out of the house... she was right.” illyana took special care tucking her daughter in that night, and then she tucked herself off to sleep forever.
sofiya would quietly shoulder the blame for her mother’s death for years, without really understanding that she felt responsible. her father couldn’t be burdened with her and left her at any boarding schools he could deem appropriate for his dignified daughter — especially at the expense of the morozov family. sofiya slowly learned rebellion in these years. everyone who would come to her side, would eventually leave as well. it seemed as if anyone she truly invested in would pass tragically or grow to detest her unfathomably. it was as if her very existence was a curse.
by the time she was seventeen she heard the water whispers ( as she’d called them since the age of five ) nearly everyday. they told her silly things, such as strange facts, to ominous warnings of the future. trying to ignore them drove her mad. or at least that’s how she felt. it was easier to chose to be alone, crazy, cruel — than to let the world force it upon her. after graduating high school, her father reappeared in her life to force her into going to an acceptable college. sofiya was able to at least choose one of the five schools he’d offered her. she picked the one as far from him as she could. she’d always been a touch reckless, but that was where it thrived.
despite her best efforts to be alone, she befriended a girl named georgina. george was the one who encouraged her to follow things she was passionate about, taught her how to draw. sofiya had nearly given up on caring about anything. george was a touch more sheltered than sofiya so she enjoyed dragging her out to party. they’d gone out to a house by the sea with a few friends. it was dark outside, but the world seemed bright to the mildly intoxicated young adults. they watched a movie, had a campfire, and decided to end the perfect night with some skinny dipping. everyone was having fun. it was only then when she heard the voices coming from the waves had sofiya realized how quiet they’d gone over the past few months. she didn’t have time to take joy in that discovery.
haven’t you noticed?
you won’t find her
you’re too slow
where am i?
the last voice was george’s. but she wasn’t anywhere near sofiya. which by then, she knew could only mean one thing. the coastguard wouldn’t find george’s body until the next afternoon. twenty-four and she hadn’t felt so alone since she was five. sofiya tried to stay at school for another year — to do something with her life, but dreams, memories, hallucinations, she wasn’t sure what to call them, came to her. she dropped out after a year and moved to australia in hopes of disappearing from all the worlds she had ever known and hiding away. she just needed to escape. she didn’t make any large plans to stay in australia, but after a short stint in various cities, she found herself drawn to magnetic island. she didn’t see it as settling down but perhaps it just felt like the closest thing to a cave she could hide herself away in.
tl;dr
first, i don’t blame u
ok this is my lil sad tough bb
her dad married her mom for money but really didn’t care otherwise ( he had a whole other family !! )
when fee was 5 her mum took her own life ( fee would blame herself for this )
then she kind of went to different boarding schools, not keeping many people around
she was pretty guarded, she entered peak party girl™ phase at the start of college
a couple years after that she met a girl name george. fee would never admit it but she fell in love. george unfortunately drowned and it made fee gain a teeny bit of recollections about her past ( which honestly just upset her more ) and it was also when she stopped hanging with plants
after that she jumped around australia until settling on the island 6 months ago; she got a job at the thirft store just to kind of pass the time but she’s pretty good at picking out fancy things since her family only communicated that they knew she was alive another year by sending designer birthday gifts
not fully developed connection ideas:
a roommate ( wow original! - labyrinth apts )
a half sibling ( wc to be submitted )
past flings ( all ranges; she’s a mess )
maybe someone from one of her schooling experiences
fellow artists™
someone who frequents the thrift store
pls someone who knows her dad, pro or con i don’t care
if a cheery person wanted to try and be an opposite to fee i would uwu
