#loren morez

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(Snuggles happily against Loren) So warm... :D

Loren: She hums quietly, holding her arm out to wrap around your shoulders. “It’s a side effect of being a runa-uturungu, we run unnaturally warm.” 

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Mortal Heroes Potential ROs Aesthetics

Nero Delmont; Son and Hero Of Lucifer - Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Nadia Delmont; Daughter and Hero Of Lucifer - Rihanna

Anthony Velocitas; Son Of Hermes - Cole/Dylan Sprouse

He’s not olive skinned though but I figured that he does have an approachable face.

Aurora Montairo; Informant Of Seelie Court - Nyané Lebajoa

Sad that I couldn’t find more photos of Nyané with red hair though. I only found just the one.

Loren Morez; Werejaguar Of Bridgeport - Annalynne McCord

Another batch of aesthethics for @mortalheroseries potential ROs. I didn’t make one for Luis since he’s relatively unknown ╮(╯∀╰)╭

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What's your favorite thing about the story?

The characters! But particularly the relationships between characters!

I don’t know if it’s obvious but I love writing characters of all types and then getting to explore the dynamics between them. Some of my particularly favorite relationships in this series are as follows:

Caleb and the MC.

Amaterasu and her brothers.

Alexander and Hui Yin.

Nero and Nadia.

Mercury and Hermes.

Amaterasu and Zeus.

Loren and her father.

Aurora and the Seelie Court.

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So is Loren asexual?

Yep!

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Loren: if I want to pet you in your jaguar form, will you let me do it?

Loren: She jerks her head up, a flush on her cheek barely visible. “I...” With a quick search of her surroundings and pursed lips she turns back to you. “You can’t ever tell anyone. Ever.”

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What do the ROs think about Caleb?

Alexander: He sees Caleb as an extension of you; his job is to protect MC so his job is also to protect Caleb. Alexander also thinks Caleb is a bit…too curious for his own good.

Hui Yin: He’s the little brother she’s never wanted. She thinks the MC and Caleb’s relationship is cute, no matter if you’re really harsh with him or not, simply because of the way he looks up to you and the protective streak you have for him.

Kazuhiko: He thinks Caleb would get along well with his younger sister. Seeing MC and Caleb interact makes him miss his siblings more than usual.

Taylor: Loves him. They won’t tell anyone but through the course of the story they start to grow to see Caleb as their younger brother too.

Aquila: She gets so anxious whenever Caleb speaks with any supernatural because he’s so earnest and genuine and most supernaturals just…aren’t. She ends up fussing over him but this irritates him a bit as he only likes it when the MC is over protective.

Rania: Please…please just keep him away from cursed magical artifacts. She doesn’t want to have to keep casting protective and cleansing spells on him. Other than that, she thinks he’s interesting for a mortal.

Desmond: Loves Caleb for his curious and accepting nature, hates him for his naivety. May or may not end up giving him cursed magical artifacts.

Amaterasu: She understands what it’s like to have a younger brother that depends on you and vies for your attention, so seeing the two of you makes her think of herself and Susanoo. She hopes the two of you won’t end up with the same strained relationship that she and her brother did.

Raphael: Fiercely protective of your brother; his innocence and genuine nature shines through and, according to Raphael, your brother is everything right with humanity and everything angels are meant to protect.

Mercury: Really wishes your brother would stop cockblocking him; won’t hurt him though because one, he’s just a kid and two, you love him so…he just bribes him to leave the two of you alone. Also tries to pump him for information about you.

Hemera: She loves your brother, but she’s worried for your relationship with him. She’s afraid he’ll grow envious of you or because of your Hero position you’ll grow apart so she tries to facilitate as much bonding time between the two of you as she can.

Guanyin: Hey Caleb do you want to ride a dragon into the mortal realm for ice cream? They’re a bit of a bad influence but it’s just because they want him to be happy. Guanyin’s dragons love him too.

Horus: He’s pretty neutral toward Caleb until you start forcing them to spend time together (it doesn’t help that Caleb gets easily intimidated by Horus for some reason). It takes a lot of time but they eventually hit it off really well.

Nero: Go away Caleb. It’s nothing personal; Nero just doesn’t really like anyone except his sister and the MC.

Nadia: The little brother she’s always wished for. She likes teaching him to fight; well, trying to teach him to fight anyway. Caleb doesn’t do well with hand-to-hand combat…or combat in general. Nadia never stops trying though!

Loren: Why is he so loud and talk so fast and- She really needs you to reign him in before she can actually have a decent conversation with him. Otherwise, she doesn’t mind taking the time to explain the way the Supernatural Councils work as Caleb is a pretty engaged student.

Aurora: No. She doesn’t like kids in general and your brother is no exception.

Anthony: Likes Caleb a lot, volunteers to babysit whenever you need to leave on official Hero business. Plays video games with him and gets so proud when Caleb starts beating him.

Luis: To be fair, he likes pretty much everyone in the MC’s family for one reason or another. But your brother has many uses and that makes him even more likable for him.

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We haven't met the RO's yet but I already love Alexander and Rania XD Could you perhaps post the MBTI personalities of RO's if you don't consider it too spoiler-y? Also, would you be fine with us asking NSFW questions concerning the characters ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ?

Nsfw asks are accepted~

Alexander: ENTJ

Hui Yin: INFJ

Taylor: ISFJ

Rania: ESFP

Kazu: ENFJ

Aquila: ESTJ

Desmond: INTP or ENTP.

Amaterasu: ENTJ

Raphael: ISFJ

Mercury: ENFP

Guanyin: ENFJ

Hemera: INFP

Horus: INTJ

(Since the polls for the possible ROs are going to be implemented a few more times before it’s decided who’s going to the be new RO, I’ll add the possible ROs in until a decision is made.)

Nero: ISTP

Nadia: ESTP

Loren: ISTJ

Luis: INTP

Aurora: ENFP

Anthony: ENFJ

*Bonus

Caleb: ISFJ

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What does Loren feel about cuddling?

She likes cuddling! Especially in her jaguar form!

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How old are all the ROs?

The Patrons are all Gods so...immortal!

Alexander Carras is the youngest at 19.

Hui Yin Zhao is 20.

Kazuhiko Sato is 22.

Aquila Boveri is 23.

Taylor O’Connor is 20.

Rania Moussa is 21.

Desmond Calloway’s age can’t be disclosed for spoiler reasons.

Nero and Nadia Delmont are 21.

Aurora Montairo is 112, fairly young in terms of Fae.

Anthony Velocitas is 20.

Loren Morez is 22.

Luis St. James age can’t be disclosed for spoiler reasons.

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Who are all the ROs?

There’s currently 19 ROs.

All of the Patrons are ROs.

The MCs Guardians are ROs:

Alexander Carras

Hui Yin Zhao

Rania Moussa

Aquila Boveri

Taylor O’Connor

Kazuhiko Sato

Then there are other ROs that aren’t affiliated with either of the groups above.

Desmond Calloway

Nero Delmont

Nadia Delmont

Aurora Montairo

Luis St. James

Loren Morez

Anthony Velocitas

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From most to least, which God/Angel/Other Immortal/Mythological Being parent of the Demigod ROs has the most objections to their child being romantically interested in the Mortal Hero?

1. Michael. While Michael isn’t Taylor’s dad, he still acts like he is. He sees the Mortal Hero as an unknown factor and bad influence that is likely to die within the year.

2. Peter Morez. Loren’s dad, for reasons I won’t disclose yet, despises Heroes of any variety and the Mortal Hero is no exception.

3. Kazu’s Mother, Miharu Sato. I’ve mentioned that Kazu has an arranged marriage prospect in his future and his mother doesn’t want anything to jeopardize it...this includes the Hero.

Honestly, a lot of Demigod ROs parents see dating the MC as an opportunity *cough* Zeus *cough*. So the above three are just about the only one’s who really disapprove.

Honorable Mentions:

Zeus ranges from of course Alexander should be dating the Mortal Hero don’t be ridiculous this is a great opportunity and how dare you even look at that ant Alexander you disappoint me they are garbage.

Hermes is a lot like Zeus but most of the time he rests in this sort of Limbo state where he doesn’t really care if Anthony is dating the Mortal Hero or not unless it gets him something.

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Can you give up the reaction of the possible ro for the "I would die for you" ask? Please? Also I really love the game so far!

Nero: His back goes rigid and you can feel the temperature drop a good ten degrees as his powers discharge rapidly from the sudden influx of emotions he must’ve experienced. He turns to you, sunglasses dropping with a sharp clang onto the nearby counter, before your gaze meets his. You can see it; the demonic taint bleeding through his eyes and staining the tears that begin to drip down his cheeks a dark, inky color. He grabs your shoulders, forces you to look into his eyes until images of flames and blood swirl together. “You’re a foolish, stupid mortal. You’ll die for this? For me? Stupid...stupid human.”

Nadia: Thud. The sound of the punching bag colliding with the opposite wall jolts you wide awake; Nadia’s fists are clenched at her side as she turns to you, tears building in her eyes as she stares at you. Her muscles are coiled, made obvious by the tank top she wears, and you find yourself reaching out to her. She jerks away, cradling her hands to her chest and shaking her head. “Don’t...please, don’t.” That’s all she says before fleeing the room.

Anthony: He shouts so loudly you’re worried that your neighbors might actually call the police. In a moment his long limbs are curled around you, whatever game he’d previously been playing long forgotten as he pushes his head against your chest. “Please, you can’t leave me. I don’t-you don’t...You’re all I have, all I really have. Don’t...” It takes a moment to realize that his ear is pressed firmly over your heart as he clings to you on the couch.

Loren: Her fists smash small craters into the granite counter you’re sitting at, a ring of silver in her eyes when she turns to you. When she reaches toward your face you half expect her to smack you; instead, she cups your face with the gentleness of a spring breeze brushing against a flower. She stares at you, traces her thumbs along your cheekbones, before the anger that had simmered down flares to life in her eyes once more. “Do you even know what you’re saying? What about Caleb? What about everyone else in your life? If you die what happens to them!? Don’t be like my- Don’t be selfish!”

Luis: He’s writing something when the words leave your lips, scribbling symbols into a leather bound book that looks older than you. You watch him pause, watch his eyes flicker up to meet yours as the pen drops on the desk, and feel your throat constrict when he rises from his seat and moves towards yours. He pushes you back before straddling your lap, grinning at you with something akin to a feral animal as he traces runes that alternate between scalding hot and freezing cold across your collar bone. “My dear, my sweet, naive little mortal. Do you know, my darling, how long I’ve waited for you? How much planning went into us reaching this specific moment, together? If you think I’ll allow anyone, you included, to threaten what we have now...” A sharp, short noise is forced from your lips as he presses the ring finger of his left hand against a rune just above your heart, sending bolts of electricity through your core for the briefest of moments. Then you feel it; a second heartbeat seems to thrum inside your chest. “You’re mine, darling. You always have been.”

Aurora: You say it after watching her deal with an irate Venus, the Goddess having resorted to threats and flares of power that rose around her form. Aurora cowed down, babbled compliments and things you knew she didn’t mean, until the Goddess left more than satisfied. There’s no outward reaction, not immediately. It comes later that night in the form of a piece of paper being presented to you; your words from earlier stare up at you, a note of finality to them. Something dark settles in your stomach and you feel the words tether you to the page. Your eyes flash up to hers, realization of what you’ve done dawning on you. Gold flickers in the moonlight and you watch her glide across the room before the page is held above the lone candle; no words are exchanged as the paper burns. The only time she speaks is as she moves toward the hallway, “Words have weight; never forget that.”

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I'm in love with the ROs you've made! It's such a tough decision to pick one. Would you be able to tease us with a cute snippet for each RO with MC? That'll probably help me decide 😂

Coming right up!

Edit: i hope this was in reference to the potential ROs on the poll and not just he ROs in general. If it was please send me another message!

Nero: You were sitting in his office, flipping through a book he’d had sitting on his desk, and trying to block out the smell of sulfur that hung so heavily in the air. Nero had something to attend to he’d said, ‘important business for his father that couldn’t wait,’ and you couldn’t stop the gnawing stabs of emotion that shot through your core whenever he said something like that.

“One day,” You mumble as you trace your fingers across a sigil etched in the hard wood of his oak desk. “Your father is going to get you killed.” And that’s when you feel it; cold snaking tendrils of demonic magic curling around you before two arms clutch your waist from behind. You barely manage to glance over your shoulder and reaffirm what you already knew; it’s Nero, back from whatever task his father forced him into.

One hand wraps loosely around your neck, pulling your head back and forcing it to rest against his shoulder, as the shadows grow more untamed around you. Two fingers loop beneath your collar, tugging it down, and you can feel his gaze fall on the fading lovebite on your shoulder. “What does it feel like, hm? Knowing that if your Patron knew what you were up to they’d smite you off the face of this planet.”

“They wouldn’t do-”

“Of course they wouldn’t. They are the one exception to the tyrannical power of the Gods. Nevertheless it doesn’t matter. You’re mine after all; nobody is allowed to touch what’s mine until I’m done with it.”

Nadia: The gun is heavy in your hand…but not as heavy as your aching muscles. Still, you press on. Rogue demons rage at you from outside the door you’ve barred shut and thrown your weight against. They pound against the metal, sending resounding surges through your injured body, until your forced to retreat further into the abandoned office building you’d been chased into.

A moment later you hear the door being ripped from the hinges and discarded, clanging against the concrete floor. Claws scrap across the floor as the devilish hounds hunt you down, the voice of their master echoing from the floors below you. Just as you round a cubicle the wound on your leg flares up, forcing you down to your hands and knees, and you struggle to stand again. You’re too late, though, as a slavering jaw fills your vision.

Only for it’s bottom jaw to be ripped clean off. Black ooze splatters across you face and you shout, wiping the burning liquid with your sleeve.

“Nadia!” Although you know it’s her she’s almost unrecognizable beneath the gore and sheer demonic energy that surrounds her like a black cloud.

“Qui audeat ad impetum, quid pertinet ad me!” You recoil at her words as they bounce against the walls, seeming to stab the hounds with sheer force alone. It’s Latin, you know this because it’s what she always reverts to when enraged, but it’s not any less terrifying. Glancing down you note the flash of silver on her knuckles before her gauntlets appear. She turns to you, dark eyes seeming to hold a vast emptiness. “Stay here, I’ll take care of this…and then I’ll come back to take care of you. You hear me, Father!? I’ll tear your hounds to pieces!”

Anthony: “You’ll like it, trust me!” You roll your eyes as Anthony shoves open a rusted gate, his eyes darting from left to right before he beckons you in. “I go here when I’m avoiding my dad, it’s super pretty during the day!”

Anthony is grinning at you as you take in the little garden he’s just led you into; a myriad of flowers blooming beside a small fountain, a picnic basket, and set of old milk crates being used as chairs greeted you with a sweet smell and a sense of loving care. You turn to stare at the boy beside you, watching as he darts forward and shoos away a bird that lands on top of the basket that most likely holds the lunch he promised you…

Only to stumble and fall flat on his face.

“Anthony!” You jog to his side, hooking your arms beneath one of his and guiding him to sit down. “Are you okay?”

He holds a hand to his nose, silver blood gleaming through his fingers as you look through the picnic basket in search of a napkin. “I’m fine,” His voice is squeaky and you catch a faint blush working it’s way up his neck. “I’m getting better though! This is the first time I’ve fallen this week!” Pride laces his tone and you smile, pressing a napkin against his bloodied nose.

“I’m glad to hear it, Anthony.” You sigh good-naturedly, brushing a hand over your nose to rub away an itch, only to recoil when Anthony bursts out laughing.

“We match now!” He points at your nose, then to his, before holding out his phone for you to use as a mirror. There’s some type of red jelly or something on the tip of your nose now.

“You’re bleeding silver, though.”

“W-well yeah, but still!”

Aurora: “You did well, all things considered.” You feel your chest relax as Aurora stops beside you, placing a hand over the tense muscles in your back. “Not many people survive a meeting with the Seelie Council with such…minimal experience with the supernatural.” Leaning over the railing of a balcony you let out a long, drawn out breath before Aurora clears her throat.

Your eyes trail over the low dip of her red dress when you turn to her, eyes following the expanse of dark skin that shines in the moonlight, before a low chuckle encourages you to snap your gaze back to the golden eyes watching you with curious amusement. “I-I…”

Aurora waves away your words, placing two fingers beneath your chin and tilting your head to the side. “If I didn’t want you to look, I wouldn’t have brought you here.” Deep red lips twist into a smirk as she watches you swallow but you shake your head, lest you be drawn in by her presence as you just watched happen to so many others.

“Why,” The words feel heavy in your throat and you have to close your eyes to get them out. “Why do you do it? This?”

Aurora considers you for a moment, and for a moment you think you’ve just ruined everything, before she smiles. “Why do we do anything?” She cups your cheek, pressing you backwards and harder into the banister you’d been leaning against. When you open your mouth for a response she places two fingers on your lips and, though it may have been a trick of the light, you think you see a flash of Fae magic darken her golden eyes.

“In the end, we do what benefits us most.” She whispers the words, her breath ghosting over your lips, before drawing away.

Luis: “Your grandfather…yes I knew him.” A grin splits his lips when he catches your glare. “It’s nothing personal, nothing regarding your family has ever been personal, but it is necessary.” Luis circles around the chair you’re tied to, running his hands over the ropes biting into your wrists. Deep brown eyes stare into yours and you resist flinching away from the heat you find there.

“I don’t know what it is about your family; the Weavers have seen it fit to tie your fate with mine.” You lunge against your constraints when the words leave his lips and his gaze shifts to your brother unconscious on the bed. Luis’s attention snaps back to you and he smiles, nothing predatory in his expression. He runs a finger over the magic sigil on your throat, the thing keeping your voice locked away.

“I know you’re unhappy…I wish I could make it better. But this, what I’m going to do, is necessary.” You’re panting, sweat beading along your forehead and dripping down your neck as the sweltering heat around you spikes another few degrees. Whatever ritual magic Luis is enacting has started to take effect. The blood rushing in your ears roars as a concrete block feels like it’s settled on your brain, your heart thrumming in your chest and pumping boiling blood through your veins.

The last thing you feel before blacking out is the cool feel of Luis’s lips on your forehead.

Loren: She had spent the last ten minutes growling, back rigidly straight and pencil gripped so tightly that you were worried she was about to snap it in half. Glancing at the pile of broken pencils beside her you could only hope this current one would survive; you don’t think she has anymore in her pencil case.

“Loren,” Her growling stops and she glances at you, a ring of silver in her hazel eyes warning of just how strongly her jaguar was fighting to get out. “Is there…Do you want to talk?” You can see her shoulders tense even further as her lips purse before she focuses her hyper attention back on the algebraic equation she’d been working on for the past twenty minutes.

Silence stretches on for an hour, broken only by Loren’s low growls, before she finally speaks. “My father called me for a meeting.” Your heart lurches at the words even as they confirm what you’d already suspected. She doesn’t elaborate, you know she won’t, and so you don’t press her. Instead you slide into the seat beside her. Her blond curls bounce as her eyes glow silver for a moment, the pupil turning completely before returning to normal, but you ignore the growls to put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m here, Loren.”

Loren sits in silence, staring at her paper for so long you think she’s ignoring you. But then the soft drip of tears hitting paper hits your ears.

And you squeak as she wraps you up in her arms like a giant teddy-bear.