#iris lykoudis

[greatestheroofgreece]

❝ love should be—could be—stronger than hatred. ❞

Heracles scratched the back of his head for a moment at that. "You think so?" He thought it over for a second before replying. "Don't think I agree. Honestly, I'd say they're actually about the same. I've seen people become great out of spite, and I've seen people do terrible things for love. In my experience, love and hate are what you make of them; whether one's stronger or better than the other depends on who you're looking at."

[goldenshxrds]

FULL NAME: Iris Lykoudis

Epithets: Lykaeia, Kerberos

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY: February 28th

SPECIES: Human/Divine Beast Hybrid

EYES: Gold

HAIR: White

HEIGHT: 5'3

OVERALL APPEARANCE:

Shining Gold eyes(sometimes red when emotional), often seen in other a long side-buttoned coat or a sundress, boots, gloves. Pale, almost glowing skin. Slight scarring around her right shoulder where her divine conduit was grafted on. Tattoo-like branding in the pattern of a snake wrapping around her body from right shoulder to her stomach and then right shoulder blade.

History:

Orphaned young, struggling, little more than a stray dog in the eyes of others, it would be easy for the girl who would eventually be renamed Iris to fall in with the idea of being someone's pet project. Take a girl off the street and make her a ritual sacrifice to a the gods thought to have long have abandoned world of men to further research into the divine. It made sense when it led to all the food she could eat, nice clothes, a warm bed and a potentially loving family. The only thing no one actually expected was for it to work.

Having her dominant hand removed, and her body bound to a construct of orichalcum and steel, the ritual of Lycaea, said to end with the attendants being grantyed Lycanthropy, instead led to the housing of the spirit of a divine beast within Iris' new prosthetic. Keberos, watchdog of the underworld, would empower her body at the cost of taking on its aspects. Its hunger, its strength, its three heads; though in her case, three personalities. Add to it manipulation of the air around her and combusting it into a poisonous hellfire, and it became something of a problem for her adoptive family.

Thusly, she was condemned to her own wing of the estate, forced to work on their research on her own and figure out how she can earn her newfound power. Which led to her own desires to embody the true nature of the watchdog of Hades, and gain favor in the gods' eyes through her life.

Abilities: Partial bestial transformation(fangs, sight, hearing), inhuman strength and speed. Increased endurance. Fire manipulation. Insane metabolism, combat skill with a torso-sized clawed metal hand.

[goldenshxrds]

A bit of a wip bio

Name: Iris Lykoudis

Nickname/Epithet: Lykaeia

Species: Human/Divine Beast Hybrid

Age:21Gender: Intersex(female)

Height:5'7

Weight: 130 lbs

Hair color: Bone white

Eye color: Gold

Overall appearance/build: Relatively thin with fair curves. Deceptively strong despite out appearance. Covered in markings from the right side of her body stemming from her divine origins.

The adopted daughter of Lykoudis family, Iris, more often called Lykaeia or Lyka due to her purpose, was originally brought in as a test subject for her family's research. As mages specializing in understanding and mimicking the natures of mythical creatures, the Lykoudis saw fit to use Lykaeia as a means to house the spirit of watchdog of Hades, Cerberus in her body, by means of a conduit made in the image of its right front leg. This arm as it exists on Lykaeia's body not only being huge enough to extend to her ankle and as wide as her own body.

Coming with this hybridization of man and beast are a host of abilities: enhanced strength, regenerative capabilites, a unique capability to channel the burning, poisonous smog of Hades as a form of magic. It also comes with the drawback of regularly pushing against Lyka's human nature, trying to gain more ground as a more feral, animalistic personality.

Never expected to survive, Lykaeaia can't help at times being looked down upon. Hence her desire to prove her worth as a person and a mage. Her regular studies into myth, her desires for control and her wanting a life for herself all contribute to dutiful scholar and a loving, albeit timid person.

[goldenshxrds]

Perhaps a bit of festive fervor had infected Iris, but given her busying herself by decorating the halls designated her wing of the Lykoudis estate, it would seem her usual lonesome and less walked paths would be lit up for the holidays. Glitz and tinsel, wreaths and colored bulbs, hung with a near obsessive meticulousness that spoke to someone much more...favorably looked upon.

Even taking a moment to check her handiwork while munching on a homemade Christmas cookie, she seemed truly in her element for once. Happy to see some holiday cheer even as the cthonic watchdog meant to represent the capability of magic more than be a person all her own.

[goldenshxrds]

The Hellhound

Name: Iris Lykoudis

Age: 22

Epithet: Kerberos, Watchdog of Hell

Pronouns: She/They

Personality Traits: Dutiful, caring, a bit anxious, somewhat disassociation, prone to swapping of personalities. Body: 5'9. Soft overall but somewhat toned core and limbs, uses a huge prosthetic right arm about the length of her shoulder to ankle. Snow white hair, golden eyes. Sometimes seen with fangs depending on the flow of divine energy to her body.

Species: Human/Divine Beast Hybrid

Abilities: Enhanced speed, agility, strength and senses. Advanced healing. Manipulation of heat and miasma, partial beast transformation(uncontrollable), discernment of scenarios and threat assessment through her other "Heads"

Taken on from a young age as an experiment by a group of researchers into the divine called the Lykoudis Estate, Iris, sometimes called Lyka, was used for the sake of enacting an ancient ritual. A banquet to the gods involving the sacrifice of a human being's flesh to invoke the gods into favoring them. And while fully expected to die, something else happened. Their chosen vessel for their goals should the ritual not work; A construct of orichalcum and steel meant to represent ancient metalwork instead become housed with a divine spirit. Specifically the ancient guard dog of the underworld. Having taken the beast into herself, and subsequently its power, mana and divinity, Iris was begrudging inducted into the estate as a family member. Even given her own living grounds in exchange for regular research on the Lykoudis' behalf, though away from the actual family. Over time, she began to settle into her role, with the main downside being her slow departure from understanding herself as a human being. Instead, gaining other personalities. 'Heads', so to speak.

Theria, her primal self. The one responsible for her fight or flight instincts and forcing her to use her newfound power to properly defend herself and her aims.

And Logos, her analytical self. The one most concerned with interfacing with her world and other people with the goal of manipulating things to best suit her ends and survival.

With the three heads often butting each other around, it could be said that she often lacks true control, but she's doing her best to learn. Even if no one really could teach her.

[goldenshxrds]

"Ha! That's quite the joke your pawn is feeding you, human! As if figuring out what real power feels like makes you qualified for anything. What makes you think it should be y-"

"It should've always been me! You know damn well you didn't bond to me off of a fluke. I am you. In mortal flesh, in burning soul, in swelling mind. I am the Lady Iris Lykoudis. I am the body devoured upon mount Lykaion. I am the fruit upon which the gods dine. And in Hades I am the bones upon which Kerberos gnaws that I may bear its name and all those who wage war against me may be crushed!"

Of course, this raw surge of energy bringing forth a melding of human mind and beastly instinct came forth from a sort of combat high. Drunkenness giving way to insight a sane mind couldn't quite reach on its own. And its companion in this study being the trees choked out to withered husks and piles of dead, ashen leaves.

"In Hell, I serve. On Earth, I toil. In heaven, I am anointed. Upon my flesh I bear upon myself the screaming bites of snakes. Upon my name I loosen the binding chain of human weakness. And upon my counterpart I bear the crushing weight of expectation. To wield true power by which the gods will forever know me."

"Hear the sound of my howl and tremble, all those who dare to bring ruin upon my homestead, for it shall be the toll that marks your bodies to be ground forever in my maw"

And like that, a deafening blast of fire and miasma from her outstretched hand, engulfing the space around her in a shining flash of violet. Sound drowned out to leave only the quiet ring of true force. The very earth caught in the blast, scorched to blackened nothing.

If it craves blood, let it be the blood of her enemies. If it craves belonging, let it strike in the name of protecting its fellows. If it craves union, let it work in tandem with the human harboring its soul.

The faculties demanding her bend and snap in the wake of her humanity began to lessen at the breath of her king; a true dragon of a woman, whispering encouragement to her, spurring her to be more like her in a way. Was Artoria's understanding of her master deepening, or was Iris' of herself?

Whatever the answer, it was clear to anyone that it was forcing yet more power out of her as the arm belonging to Kerberos sparked and flickered like freshly lit tinder. That cthonic flame burning through her veins forming something of a torch against the night in its ominous violet hue.