#mist.intro

[firebrvnds]

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐆𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 — ❝All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach.

──    ＊ ︰  WILHELMINA MCGOWAN.  chiron  often  praises  their  tenacious  temperament,  but  mr.  d's  always  going  on  about  how  they  can  be  pretty  spiteful.  that  comes  as  no  surprise,   knowing  that  they've  been  at  camp  now  for  nine years and  they  turned  twenty-two  this  year.  they're  always  humming  fox on the run  by  sweet  when  they're  on  strawberry  picking  duty,  and  people  around  here  can  always  tell  they're  a  child  of  hephaestus  because  of  their firebrand copper hair swinging as she imparts justice and the readiness of the oil-smudged smile with their swift forgiveness.  during  capture  the  flag,  i  saw  them using  geokinesis  and  pyrokinesis  —  it  totally  makes  sense  that  their  godly  parent  claimed  them  after crafting an elaborate trap which helped win capture the flag and knock some bullies of the younger hephaestus kids down a peg.  the  entire  camp  knows  them  to  carry  a  small cross peen hammer that extends to become a celestial bronze war maul,  and  no  matter  who  you  ask,  they'll  tell  you  billie  reminds  them  of  a limning of soot around thick smithing goggles, scabbed up skinned knees, dappled sunlight through leaves, the smell of flashpowder and the burnt cardboard of firecrackers, the golden volcanic glow of fired metal, eyelashes tickling softly against your neck, forgiving but never forgetting- letting it be branded down onto your very bones.  thank  gods  they're  around  now  that  the  mist  is  parting. 

NAME : wilhelmina jackie mcgowan.

ETYMOLOGY: ( "will, desire" "helmet, protection".) - (“may god protect,” “god is gracious,” “holder of the heel,” and “supplanter.”) - ( "son of (the) smith." )

AGE + BIRTHDATE : twenty-two, april 22nd.

ASTROLOGY : aries sun, taurus moon, virgo rising.

ORIENTATION : bisexual.

HOMETOWN : cherryfield, maine.

CABIN: 9, hephaestus.

POWERS : geokinesis, pyrokinesis.

WEAPON OF CHOICE : celestial bronze war maul.

POSITIVE : courageous, just, reliable.

NEUTRAL : practical, intuitive, generous.

NEGATIVE : volatile, malicious, blunt.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: toph beifong - avatar, natalie scattorcio - yellowjackets, faith lehane - btvs, fiona gallagher - shameless, ellie williams - the last of us, naomi campbell - skins, rebecca sutter - htgawm, terra markov - teen titans, sana bakkoush - skam, wynnona earp, alyssa foley - the end of the fucking world, abby hammond - santa clarita diet, raven reyes - the hundred.

──  𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭.

❂ jolene mcgowan was a metalsmith, by trade, she created beautiful jewellery by smelting gold and silver, set with precious stones and shards of sea glass she collected near her home in the coastal town of cherryfield, maine. she crafted beautiful blooms with leaves which would never wilt, never die, blew glass, she mended timepieces, clocks and pocket watches with deft and reverent hands. these are the soft calloused palms that hephaestus fell hopelessly into; warm and welcoming and good-humoured.

❂ 1943 dawned, rough and unkind as she fought with her family to protect the identity of the father of her baby, born out of wedlock in a small town. the little boy would never make it over the brow of the hill in long island, halfway through massachusetts he falls.

❂ she didn't learn the lesson, though she was stripped of some of the light that drew the god to her in the first place, they reunited yet again and another child was to be born from the glint in their eyes.

❂ red hair and green eyes like her mother, billie is full of fight from the minute she stretches her mouth open and begins to scream, her mother joking that she always had something to say ever since.

❂ wilhelmina, a mouthful for such a small child and even harder to spell, shortened to mina and then through protest changed to will, then to billie.

❂ billie watched her mother hollow out before her very eyes, harden herself to the inevitability of her daughter's demise. if jolene drew back far enough, fast enough, she wouldn't be hurt when the gods didn't favour her offspring once again. wilhelmina yearned for attention, to feel that warmth fall over her once more but instead, she struck out, becoming a problem.

❂ this rejection seared her edges, though the fall from her mother's graces wasn't as far or as fast as her father's fall from olympus, she vowed to herself to always stand up for what she believed in, no matter the personal cost. cowards irk her, though of course, the greek doesn't fall far from the tree, she can be a hypocrite.

❂ billie was a constant flight risk, disappearing for days at a time on a whim but the concern their family felt ebbed, even when they started to see things, when inexplicable things began happening to them.

❂ it took a year and a half to make it to camp half blood, billie never running with crowds long enough for satyrs to catch hold of her. disappearing like smoke between their fingers. billie has some pretty extensive scarring over most of her body from her years on the run but spite is a powerful motivator, the fire she draws from within helped her survive and still does. (might have some collateral damage from this use of flame, she tries not to think about it.)

❂ strode into camp with their head held high, and attacked every part of training with unwavering tenacity no matter how many times they were knocked down. not the most naturally skilled fighter but she makes up for it in spades with ferocity, dogged relentlessness and sheer power. billie never knows when to stay down.

❂ is often caught intercepting tourists and mortals by yelling extremely creative obscenities and insults at them, it gets them to leave, at least she stopped draping her hair over her face and running at them screaming in tongues when chiron asked nicely.

❂ the chip on billie's shoulder is big, anyone who knows her can see it but she's filled in the cracks with liquid gold and moves with the hurt. her word is her bond and though trickery is almost a sure shot, she'll never let you forget that you're a liar and you'll be paying until your final breath. billie hates bullies.

❂ an excellent craftsman and smith, billie will usually help anyone with the forges if they ask, for several years refused to partake in her cabin and father's vocation out of pettiness but now loves the way it takes her out of her head to bear something new into the world.

❂ pinball champion, has never worn a matching pair of socks in her life, feeds the raccoons around camp, used to be a state champion gymnast, will fire-eat and fire dance for special occasions like her friends' birthdays, can remember all the lyrics to any song she hears and hoards music like gold, spends a ridiculous amount of time and money on taking polaroids and buying film, will burn your monopoly board, drums on every nearby surface at all times, accidentally burns things to a crisp when she sneezes, can and will nap absolutely anywhere it's kind of ridiculous.

WANTED CONNECTIONS — *

i'm gonna come back to this because my brain is soup.

[omorfias]

𝐌𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀 𝐄𝐔𝐍 ⸻ she is passion embodied , a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom. it is part of her beauty , this quality of being not quite there , dreamlike.

trigger warnings : mentions of death , harassment , bullying, me not being able to spell my muse's name , the rp name , or literally anything at all without the red little line.

☼ STATISTICS.

NAME : myung ga eun .

GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis woman , she / her .

AGE + DOB : twenty three , october 4th .

ASTROLOGY : libra sun , pisces moon , leo rising .

ORIENTATION : bisexual .

BIRTHPLACE : jeju island , south korea .

LOCATION BEFORE CAMP : somewhere in california .

DEITY PARENT : aphrodite .

POWERS : shapeshifting , amokinesis .

WEAPON OF CHOICE : celestial bronze spear .

POSITIVE : lion - hearted , gracious , optimistic .

NEUTRAL : romantic , artistic , honest .

NEGATIVE : blunt , obtuse , indecisive .

MBTI : enfp - the campaigner .

ENNEAGRAM : 7 - the enthusiast .

ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral .

SONG : dancing queen by abba .

CHARACTER PARALLELS : aimee gibbs ( sex education ) , fran fine ( the nanny ) , chrissy snow ( three's company ) , elle woods ( legally blonde ) , erin hannon ( the office ) .

AESTHETIC : lingering red stained kissed to a cheek , paint stained clothes mixed with yellows and pinks , wide doe eyes linger with confusion , glittering eyeshadow trickling down her face after smudging.

☼ HERSTORY.

001. her father has a hard time moving on from aphrodite. even on his wedding day to her future step-mother, he was telling tales to his only daughter about a wonderful beauty — his first love and the one that got away. it left five year old ga eun confused, distracting herself instead with the bow on her head as she was set to make her entrance as the flower girl. she wondered where her biological mother was and why she was being replaced with a woman that looked at ga eun as if she was the gum at the bottom of her shoe, doing everything in her power to scrap the little girl off. if the love between her mother and father was so great, where was the former?

002. her relationship with her father: he became distant with ga eun the older she became and claiming, especially on his emotionally drunken days, that she reminded him so much of her mother and it pained him to be around her most days. whenever ga eun would find the courage to bring up her mother, she was immediately turned down and made to feel guilty she would cause her father more heartache. it was okay though — it's what she told herself while putting on a smile in the mirror. her father was grieving, he would come around once healed.

003. her relationship with her step-mother: she became ga eun's first and only bully. it was easier for her step-mother to point the finger at her and have ga eun take all the blame for a loveless marriage, taking all her own hurt and frustration on ga eun whenever she could. ga eun grew up to believe her step-mother's favorite hobby was to belittle and badmouth her both to her face and behind her back. you're not smart enough to go anywhere in love, ga eun, her step-mother would hiss, who would want someone as ugly as you, ga eun? her step-mother had power over her, tasks around the house only getting done because ga eun wasted her weekends getting them done.

004. she lost her father at eleven years old, a motorcycle accident because he hated wearing a helmet, but he loved driving fast. no one knew how to handle an eleven year old who just lost her father, sobbing next to an empty casket, so they didn't reach out to her. they were too busy comforting the newly grieving widow who pretended that her step-daughter was her entire world. her step-mother hadn't thought that ga eun would be her problem to deal with now.

005. months after her father's death, her step-mother moved them to the states and settled in california. she watched her mother fall in love with another man that wasn't her father and become happy, starting a new family that she was completely isolated from. it wasn't until ga eun was eighteen that she finally got away, taking off without a word to anyone. she tried not to keep in touch with anyone either, writing letters of goodbye to those she felt close enough with.

006. from the age of eighteen until the age of twenty one, ga eun bounced around from state to state. she would fall in love with the places she went, the people she encountered, but it became a temporary emotion in her heart. finding waitressing jobs at different places helped her bond with so many people, but no one had felt enough for her to find permanence.

007. she found herself back in california after, finding another waitressing job to help her over before she found a painting class to help others paint step by step. she instantly became a favorite, soaking up all the love and admiration that her customers had to give, but it still felt as if something was missing. was california going to be the place she would never leave?

HOW DID APHRODITE FIND HER?

aphrodite had to be the one to find ga eun considering the latter kept evading the satyrs. she thought she was losing her mind and decided it was the best time to dip into another state. ga eun had gone to the bar one night to hang out with her friends. that particularly night, she didn't want to hang around late into the night. being as stubborn and independent as she was, she decided she was going to walk home with the company of no one. it started off as a big mistake — a man who hadn't left her alone for a second inside the bar followed her out. he started by shouting compliments at her until she ignored and responded negativly to each of his advances, then he got mean in a fit of rage. it took a lot for something to really bother ga eun, but this man was getting on her last nerves on top of not feeling safe. she used her powers against him, made a fool out of him at the bar and he became her puppet. she made sure to make him act like such a tool that he was kicked out of the bar.

HOW DID GA EUN REACT TO APHRODITE?

ga eun went most of her life only having herself by her side. she felt almost indifferent to meeting aphrodite after so many years of wondering who and where her biologically mother was to forgetting about the woman all together — or she should be saying godly woman all together. she had love for aphrodite and was excited to finally meet her, the powers and being a godlike being a bonus, however, she couldn't wrap her head around finding her biological mother. it didn't quite feel like family.

☼ HEADCANONS.

she loves love, except she's also someone who falls in love easily as well as someone who falls out of love just as quickly. she built this idea of what love and romance were meant to be like, desperate to find love that wasn't the one she was brought up around, but she loses interest in people who don't reach that high standard, especially if that someone isn't giving her the same energy back. she can find love in anyway and that light cna go out at any time. the clock is always ticking.

very independent to the point it can be annoying because she will try her hardest not to accept anyone's help and then you see her stumble over her own feet in front of everyone and continue to say that she doesn't need any help.

she is a horror girly, it's her second favorite type of media. it's a misconception that others believe she would hate horror and while romance is always her first, nothing tends to scare her much. she has been on dates before where they take her to a horror film in hopes to comfort her through the scary scenes, but it just ends up with a doe-eyed ga eun trying to both watch the film and comfort her date.

halloween is her favorite holiday.

her hobbies pretty much just include painting. she loves any type of art, but her real skill and heart is put into paintings.

* LINKS.

wanted connections , pinterest , musings.

[subrosai]

◟✧⡀ ( lupita nyong'o. demi-female. she / them. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … LUCIA OTIENO ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re THIRTY-EIGHT.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re CUNNING and ELOQUENT, but also ANARCHIC  and HEADSTRONG. i do know that they’ve been in the City for TWENTY-TWO YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at POISON APPLE as a CO-OWNER? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like TIAMAT is peering over at me …

STATS

character name: lucia otieno / nicknames: luc / place of birth: ██, ███/ birthday: october 30th / sexuality: homoromantic homosexual / gender identity: demi-female ( they or her ) / zodiac: scorpi / mbti: enfp / occupation: co-owner of poison apple / languages: swahili, english, spanish

moral alignment: true neutral / love language: quality time & physical touch / rift level: borderliner / powers:  destabilization, chaos inducement / how long ago did the mythos manifest: twenty years ago / main goal: chaos and power for divine comedy, to show their strength over other groups / gang / group name + position: divine comedy, purgatario

BIOGRAPHY

( throwing up, fighting, violence tw )

you are born into chaos, and chaos you become. your family moves cities every couple of years. you can never settle, can never keep friends long enough. it's here, and there, and then there again. picking up odd jobs, getting to know one town, and then never going there again until you barely remember it anymore. you used to imagine they were a troupe of performers, but now, years down the line, you cannot be sure if it was a dream you made up. if you think really hard, you are pretty sure they were conmen. swindling money, changing identities again, and again. jumping town before they were caught. and well, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter anymore. you haven't talked to them for over twenty years now. who knows what happened? you first enter mist when you are fourteen. it feels different than any other city you have been to. people exist in strange ways that intrigue you, you find yourself listening in to their conversations, wandering off on your own. you see things you cannot explain. all you know is that there is a longing inside of you, that you belong here. that it is right. you leave mist, and all you are left with is an emptiness you cannot fill. it takes two more years before it's you who is running away, and returning to this town again. your memories come back, and you are smart enough to pick up a job here and there. sweet when needed to find a place to live for the night. you start working around the poison apple, and the rest comes like a loose thread. you make a new, mismatched family for yourself with your friends, a true resident of this unique town. funnily enough, your realization that you are a rift comes during a bar fight. at first, you are having fun, betting over who will win, sharing a drink. then it becomes too much, and the next thing you know, reality takes a different quality, and everyone who was filthy drunk, is leaning over a wall to puke their guts. how interesting, you realize, and useful, when needed. joining divine comedy becomes just as natural after that. to know that you have this power, you intend to use it to its fullest. you are one of the lucky ones after all — it would be unfair if you didn't use it. now, as the co-owner of poison apple, and the purgatario for the divine comedy, you feel completely in your element. you want to drive more chaos, unleash even more of your own, and your group's potential. to showcase the superiority of rifts. this is your turf now, you love the mist, and you are part of it.

[rvivifies]

BAMBI JAMES

◟✧⡀ ( ella purnell. cis women. she/her. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is  that … BEATRICE “BAMBI” JAMES ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i  believe they're 26.  do i know them?  no, but i hear they're SILLY and LIVELY, but  also NAIVE and IMPATIENT. i do know that they’ve been in the City for FOUR MONTHS. it’s crazy  that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at POISON APPLE as  a DANCER ? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. hey, do you  think they’re aware of the strange people around here?

quick facts

doe-eyed with a light smile, bambi exudes youthful naivete. she seems like someone who hasn't had much hard life experience (untrue) and seems like someone who just wants to enjoy life while she can. she shows up, never black or blue, just rose-colored.

while she is observant to an extent, it is a pointed decision to ignore heavy things (like phone calls from family or news of an accident). it's easier that way — why? because deep down she knows her heart is fragile, rusted, a few more rainstorms from shattering. it's desperate and hopeful choosing to be deaf and blind to the world.

she craves enjoyment. it's restless. it's going one hundred miles on the highway, hands out the sunroof. it's staying up for days on end, not sleeping because she's scared of missing something. stop signs and traffic signals exist for a reason, and she's running out of time to notice.

her fave color is glitter

bio

listen i'm working on it

tl;dr: bambi was the youngest of six kids. her parents were over it by that point. she became self-sufficient. dancing pays the bill and she knows she's hot.

once she figured out being jaded and callous was exhausting, she figured out how to let go of it. it was easy being soft, easy avoiding heavy things. whether it's naivete or ignorance isn't always an easy thing for others to determine, but bambi knows the truth.

anyways she's radiant. she exudes warmth. 10/10 sunshine

[cabalxcalamity]

◟✧⡀ ( shô kasamatsu. cisgender man. he/him. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … TOMOYUKI EIJI ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re THIRTY.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re PROTECTIVE and RESILIANT, but also DESTRUCTIVE  and <ISOLATED>. i do know that they’ve been in the City for <TWENTY-FIVE YEARS>. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at SCARLET LETTER LODGINGS as a OWNER? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like GODZILLA is peering over at me …

a god incarnate. a city doomed.

status: tired as hell ... rift level: legendary powers:

atomic energy manipulation: atomic breath (emitting a powerful stream of radioactive heat energy from his mouth) and energy absorption (absorbing radiation to heal or power himself - he can become stronger after exposure.)

regeneration: rapid healing (allows him to fully recover from severe injuries including regenerating lost tissue, healing wounds and recovering from severe damage to internal organs).

heightened strength/durability: superhuman strength (in larger form - able to lift and throw other her monsters, and incredibly large objects - in normal form, able to lift and throw cars/trucks as well as being a strong hand-to-hand combatant.) durability (capable of withstanding conventional weaponry, energy attacks and environmental extremes - his skin (and in the larger form, his scales) provide a nearly impenetrable defense against physical and energy-based attacks.

size alteration: growth & size change (full godzilla-lizard form, the more energy he absorbs, the larger he can grow. he is like a goldfish and will grow to fit his tank.)

weaknesses: oxygen destroyer, psychic/mental attacks, temperature extremes, large amounts of electricity will repel him, coagulation agent, energy overload, advanced weaponry, regeneration limits, vulnerability during transformations

mythos: based off of the heisei & reiwa era - tomoyuki eiji is named in homage to two of the great contributers to the godzilla mythos. he first debuted in 1954 and was a metaphor for nuclear destruction, inspired by the bombings of hiroshima and nagasaki as well as the lucky dragon 5 incident.

the heisei era began in the 1980s to the mid 1990s. Known for its darker tone and more cohesive storytelling, these movies focused on the horror of nuclear destruction, genetic engineering and environmental destruction. this era explored the consequences of human scientific experimentation and environmental negligence - godzilla is a symbol of nature's wrath against humanity.

the reiwa era began in 2019. it focuses on government inefficiency and disaster response, environmental concerns, godzilla as an adapting and evolving force of nature which emphasizes themes of adaptation and mutation. this era dives into themes of genetic manipulation, and the ethical implications of scientific and technological advancements.

brief background:

he wasn't born… he was conceived as a series of genetic information written down on paper, a series of secret experiments carefully leading to the moment an egg and a sperm were combined and he was born first in a test-tube and then in an artificial womb. he was raised around scientists. poked, prodded and told that he was the hope for humanity - yet, he knew how poor humanity was. how destructive. he saw how animals were used and thrown away, how humans battled against one another, waged war against the environment.

how he managed to escape is another story - one he doesn't share - but he ended up in the city and there, he found that his power bloomed when he was fifteen - he swore, it was born from his rage and anger and pain. he is tempered by those who care for him -- and he is reminded that there is some good left in the world worth saving ... but not many, and as the days go on ... he's losing what little of his humanity he has left.

it hadn't always been like that - there was a time when he was more human than monster, but as the years have gone on -- his desire to protect and his anger towards the corruption and environmental decay of the city had pushed him further and further down the road towards fully embracing his powers and who he embodies. now, he is more monster than man - as protective as he had always been, but no longer able to control his rages. he isolates himself because he is no longer able to fit in with others - not easily, not readily.

wanted connections:

mothra: if the world lives to see another century, please remember what mothra did for you and the planet you live on. (his closest ally/his soulmate)

king ghidorah: the entire human race will perish from the Earth. Where the monster ghidorah passes, only flaming ruins are left. (his enemy)

gamera: We commit to the cradle of time the Last Hope, Gamera. May he awaken with the shadow of evil, gyaos. (co-worker)

others include: the one he saved, the one whose life he ruined, the one who comes around and won't leave, a scientist hunting him

[rcsebvds]

If  you  want  me  to,  I  will  be  the  one  that  is  always  good  and  you'll  love  me  too  but  you'll  never  know  what  I  feel  inside  that  I'm  really  bad.  .  .         little  trouble  girl

───── G  W  E  N  E  V  I  E  R  E  ' GWEN  '  S  L  A  T  E  R ─────

── ( zendaya. cis woman, she / her. ) ＊ ︰ gweneviere ‘gwen’ slater. chiron often praises their vehement temperament, but mr. d's always going on about how they can be pretty venomous. that comes as no surprise, knowing that they've been at camp now for nine years and they turned twenty-five this year. they're always humming femme fatale by the velvet underground when they're on strawberry picking duty, and people around here can always tell they're a child of demeter because of the dreamy look in her eyes and the ardent need to protect her loved ones. during capture the flag, i saw them using chlorokinesis and plant teleportation — it totally makes sense that their godly parent claimed them after she put poison ivy on the pillows and blankets of the campers who were giving her and some younger kids a hard time . the entire camp knows them to carry a golden xiphos blade that was a gift from her mother, and no matter who you ask, they'll tell you gwen reminds them of the sweet scent of jasmine flowers, the way the light peaks through the leaves of the trees on a sunny afternoon, the threat of a buzzing wasps nest hanging overhead. thank gods they're around now that the mist is parting.

S  T  A  T  S

Name:  Gweneviere  Slater Pronouns:  She  /  Her Age:  twenty  -  five Birthday:  July  3rd Godly  Parent:  Demeter,  Goddess  of  the  Harvest Sexuality:  Lesbian Hometown:  New  Haven,  Conn. Face  claim:  Zendaya

B  I  O

In  the  embrace  of  a  world  where  emotions  loomed  large,  Gweneviere  grappled  with  a  guilt  woven  into  her  existence  since  birth—a  longing  for  something  more.  Her  first  memories  were  of  her  father’s  office  at  Yale.  His  dark  hair,  subtly  graying  on  the  sides,  framed  a  face  obscured  by  thick  glasses  as  he  hunched  over  the  papers  of  his  graduate  students.   Gwen  sat  in  on  his  lectures  where  he  spoke  of  exotic  plants  that  digested  insects,  of  flowers  that  bloomed  once  in  their  lifetime,  and  of  crops  that  were  domesticated  over  generations.  She  found  it  all  incredibly  boring,  of  course.  Her  father,  driven  by  an  unspoken  duty  and  fear  for  her  safety,  opted  to  homeschool  her,  shielding  her  from  the  dangers  that  lurked  beyond  their  controlled  environment.  Despite  the  comfort  of  his  lectures,  Gwen  yearned  for  the  outside  world.  Her  pleas  for  freedom  reached  a  breaking  point  at  the  age  of  16  when  she  begged  her  father  to  revisit  the  botanical  gardens,  a  cherished  memory  from  her  early  childhood.  Reluctantly,  he  agreed,  unwittingly  setting  the  stage  for  a  life-altering  event.

The  tranquility  of  the  gardens  shattered  as  monstrous  creatures  attacked  Gwen,  forcing  her  to  confront  a  reality  she  never  knew  existed.  In  the  chaos,  she  discovered  her  ability  to  manipulate  plants,  a  power  inherited  from  her  divine  lineage.  In  the  struggle  to  survive,  her  father  was  injured,  leaving  Gwen  no  choice  but  to  accept  the  truth  he  had  hidden  for  so  long.

With  her  world  unraveling,  Gwen's  father  revealed  the  secrets  of  her  lineage.  Her  father,  too  injured  to  accompany  her,  urged  Gwen  to  seek  Camp  Half-Blood.  Along  the  way,  she  faced  relentless  attacks  from  monsters,  but  she  was  rescued  by  other  demigods  who  helped  guide  her  to  safety. 

  Once  at  camp,  she  struggled  to  find  her  place  in  this  new  world.  This  wasn't  what  she  had  in  mind  when  she  yearned  for  more,  in  fact,  this  was  all  too  much.  Her  days  unfurled  in  devoted  training,  longing  to  be  reunited  with  her  father  and  to  safeguard  him  from  the  perils  tethered  to  her  very  being.

  While  in  Hermes'  cabin,  Gwen  forged  a  connection  with  a  pair  of  demigods  who,  though  not  significantly  younger  than  her,  had  arrived  shortly  after  her  own  arrival.  She  shared  what  little  knowledge  she  possessed,  extending  gestures  of  kindness  to  ease  their  transition  into  the  camp.  When  older  tormentors  sought  to  cast  shadows  upon  the  newcomers,  Gwen,  armed  with  her  father's  botanical  wisdom,  retaliated.  Poison  ivy  discreetly  found  its  way  into  the  bullies'  bed  linens,  unveiling  a  poetic  retribution  as  morning  revealed  their  affliction.  Unfazed,  Gwen  proudly  claimed  responsibility,  and  in  that  moment,  a  golden  sickle  and  wheat  materialized  overhead  —  Demeter,  her  mother,  laying  claim  to  her  daughter.

P  E  R  S  O  N  A  L  I  T  Y

Her  struggles  manifest  most  prominently  in  her  attempts  to  rein  in  her  anger  and  the  haunting  shadows  of  fear  that  dance  within  her.  The  fragility  of  her  emotional  balance  manifests  in  the  unruly  surges  of  her  powers.

Fiercely  loyal,  Gwen's  passion  runs  deep,  weaving  an  intricate  tapestry  of  connections,  but  her  emotional  turbulence  makes  her  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with,  both  socially  and  in  battle. Beneath  the  stormy  exterior,  Gwen  is  remarkably  loving,  harboring  a  maternal  instinct  that  defies  the  stereotypical  mold  thrust  upon  the  children  of  Demeter.  A  beautiful  contradiction,  she  embraces  her  affections  fiercely  yet  rejects  the  notion  of  embodying  a  traditional  mother  figure.  Her  loyalty,  a  testament  to  her  caring  nature,  extends  to  those  who  earn  her  trust.  Like  a  rose  with  thorns,  her  exterior  guards  the  tender  bloom  within.

Amidst  the  complexities  of  her  divine  lineage,  Gwen  navigates  an  internal  struggle,  a  flower  waiting  to  bloom  in  the  sunlight  of  her  true  self.  Closeted  and  hesitant,  she  fears  the  tumultuous  path  love  might  lead  her  down,  a  delicate  bud  yearning  for  the  warmth  of  acceptance  and  understanding.  Her  journey  unfolds  as  she  grapples  with  the  dichotomy  of  her  powers,  emotions,  and  the  longing  for  an  authentic  love  that  may  one  day  set  her  free.

W  A  N  T  E  D    C  O  N  N  E  C  T  I  O  N  S

found  family  :  the  demigod(s)  who  saved  her  on  her  way  to  camp  and  helped  her  find  her  way  &  the  younger  demigods  she  stood  up  for  when  she  first  arrived

homoerotic  friendship  that  ended  poorly  :  ifykyk.  possibly  the  first  girl  gwen  had  feelings  for  but  had  no  idea  how  to  go  about  it  that  led  to  an  unresolved  falling  out.  could  have  been  an  unrequited  love  or  possibly  more.

rivals  :  gwen  plays  dirty  and  to  win  no  matter  the  cost.  would  love  to  see  her  dynamic  with  someone  who  she's  always  competing  with  or  trying  to  outdo.

anything  and  everything!!

[cageslip]

ATTN : DEMIGODS OF CAMP HALF - BLOOD . ENCLOSED :

❝ — SHE'S AN OUTDOOR CAT , MAN . IT'S WHATEVER . GIVE HER NINE LIVES . AND IF SHE DIES , SHE DIES .

FULL GOVERNMENT NAME : maia joan shea .

CALL HER : o . c . THAT STANDS FOR : outdoor cat .

AGE : twenty - four .

D . O B . : august 8th , 1953 . NATAL CHART : leo sun , scorpio moon , virgo rising .

SPECIES : demigod .

MOTHER : joan . deceased '59 — 33 years old . pensacola native . head of housekeeping at the resort on pensacola beach . flashes of soft skin and coconut tanning lotion . the altar of photobooth clips and polaroids and a closet full of vintage leather bags stuffed with gloss and love letters and stale foreign cigarettes . FATHER : hermes . god of going out to get a pack of foreign cigarettes . he came back around when his daughter proved useful to him , but she'll never forget . UNCLE : andy . handyman , mechanic . her real father , and mother , all things considered . joan's little brother — 25 when maia became his official legal burden , 43 at present . as far as family , really , there is nobody but him . a tangled emotional knot of memories so potent and bright they could overwhelm the sun .

GODLY PARENT : hermes .

TELEPORTATION : yeah , fuck you , she can teleport . long distances , too . at will . ALCHEMY : not something she's quite mastered , apart from dabbling in magical party drugs and the occasional minor enchantment . water into wine . party tricks . so far .

INVENTORY : black jansport .

ENCHANTED EVER RETURNING CELESTIAL BRONZE COINS : her weapon of choice . a gift from hermes . carried in a 20's beaded bag , or loose in her pocket . 9 coins altogether . when flipped , or thrown , the coins transform into darts , daggers , or knives where appropriate . generally speaking , they return to their sender . RANDOM LOOSE CRAP : a gift from hermes . when the god of travelers rewarded his 14 year old newly claimed daughter and champion with the backpack that'd accompany her for the rest of her journeys as a vagrant demigod , he had a little bit of fun . there's a janitor's ring of keys , who's to say what any of them open , if anything . three loose teeth . ew . a pair of fuzzy dice . a hotel key for a hotel that never existed . random receipts . shotgun shells . you get the picture . CONTRABAND : you name it , she's got it . if it's not allowed at camp , she can get it to you . hope you pre - ordered your shit , because it's looking like she's not gonna be able to leave camp grounds again for a minute .

FLORIDA GIRL : unfortunate circumstances & their consequences .

she's six when her mother dies . the memories there are fuzzy around the edges , saturated and warm and warped by the cracking yellow sun . who knows what's real about it . anyways , she always remembers andy . the blue house and the holes in the screen door . dangling hairfist over the bow of a motorboat and poking at barnacles while andy prays an engine back to life . she knows that's all real . understand , she was always an outdoor cat . she was a barefoot , firefly chasing , tree climbing , swamp exploring , fearless warrior on a three speed bike . scraped knees and rides home from the sheriff's deputy — andy's best friend's brother , illegal fireworks , c minus report cards , donuts on the golf course , and the all times they stole mr . connor's grady white and took it for a spin around the bay . she was fourteen when that thing came out of the water for her — it almost killed her . when oscar , her boss at the marina , maia was working the bait shop counter for the summer , told her the unfortunate truth about some things . he pulled her onto the dock . they ran from the creature . he took her to long island . she didn't get to say goodbye . she spent one night in a sleeping bag on the floor of cabin 11 . night two , she made her break for it . she'd stolen some kit — now savvy to celestial bronze — and taken off into the dark . three risky hitches , two greyhounds . it was terrifying . freefall . home by dawn . panicked , she found her uncle at the dockyard . flung herself into his arms . wept . he then told her what he knew . her father was a con man , swindler , he'd heard he was from california . he'd also heard , yes , a story about him being the greek god of messengers and commerce . he had always felt that was unlikely . he gave her some cash , some sentimental parting gifts , a sandwich and a coke , and sent her back to camp . maia did not go back to camp . as far as maia was concerned , she was free . she went anywhere but camp . for six months , she learned how to ride the rails . she learned how to make cash . how to scrape by , scramble , scheme , survive . for three weeks she follows the rolling stones along on the american leg of their world tour . she gets a taste for life on the road . this is the beginning of the rest of her life . furies chase her back to long island . mostly just for the fun of it . anyways . she has questions . she's tired , too , badly hurt . though the ego won't relent on that front . in any regard , she finds herself back in front of chiron . unrepentant . he has a message from her father . while she slept , he paid visit . chiron expressed his frustration , concern . plans of action . hermes was amused , borderline endeared . she was always an outdoor cat , true , but hermes was the one to say it . the camp director's exasperations are met with a crack about nine lives . and then the immortal psychopomp slung an unassuming black bookbag off his shoulder , and onto the table .

it's ten years of come and go . she's oc , she doesn't give a fuck . once she learns how to teleport , which she does , and swiftly , she gets good at outsmarting monsters . good at running . good at killing . and surviving . compartmentalizing , dodging , persisting . hermes starts to ask her for favors . she delivers packages . sensitive materials . god to god cross country ground services . she's an excellent courier , so long as the pay is enticing enough . when she's at camp , which is for either days or months at a time , she's your contraband kingpin . whatever you need from the outside world , oc is your girl . she's for sure a top 5 troublemaker , genuinely possessing zero self control and even less respect for authority . a heedless hedonist , she's pretty consistently at the center of nonsense . by extension of being somewhat of a daddy's girl , she's also a camp girl , even though she has a complicated relationship with staying put . oc's never missed a capture the flag . she corresponds with semi regularity . keeps in touch . and more than once , she's shepherded a young stray demigod to safety . GOOD NEWS : oc is back ! she just showed up , today ! JUNE 8TH ! bad news for oc , chiron is seeeeerrriouuuss when he says she's under house arrest right now . she's just come back for the first time in a full year , and found out she's not going anywhere . should be fun !

[etherialises]

── ( rachel zegler, gender apathetic, she/they. ) ＊ ︰ alicia grace jimenez. chiron often praises their ardent temperament, but mr. d’s always going on about how they can be pretty venomous. that comes as no surprise, knowing that they’ve been at camp now for fifteen years and they turned twenty-three this year.

BASICS.

FULL NAME  alicia grace jimenez NICKNAME(S)  ali, al AGE  twenty three DATE OF BIRTH  february 21 PLACE OF BIRTH  fort lauderdale, fl CURRENT LOCATION  long island, ny ETHNICITY  white latine GENDER  gender apathetic PRONOUNS  she / they ORIENTATION  bisexual & biromantic RELIGION catholic EDUCATION LEVEL  high school, ged LIVING ARRANGEMENTS  cabin 10 FINANCIAL STATUS  lower middle class SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT  south floridian, “long vowels” SPOKEN LANGUAGES english, spanish, greek

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM  rachel zegler HAIR COLOR AND STYLE  dark brown, usually long COMPLEXION  cool, mid-toned tan EYE COLOR  dark warm brown EYESIGHT  poor, typically seen with glasses on her head HEIGHT 5'2 BODY AND BUILD  petite, lithe, delicate TATTOOS none PIERCINGS  ears, singular CLOTHING STYLE  ecclectic, primarily feminine, flow-y and loose cuts, lots of skirts DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS  large mouth SIGNATURE SCENT  suntan oil and various, cheap body sprays

PERSONALITY.

LABEL  the chameleon POSITIVE TRAITS  passionate, lively, friendly, adaptable, curious NEGATIVE TRAITS  vitriolic, spiteful, irresolute, irritable, unsteady TROPES manic pixie dream girl, the broken bird, cute and psycho, damsel errant, beauty brains and brawn, the ophelia TOUCHSTONES molly gunn (uptown girls), holly golightly (breakfast at tiffany's), sally bowles (cabaret), juliet hulme (heavenly creatures), penny lane (almost famous), jenna rink (13go30), daisy buchanan (the great gatsby), cordelia chase (btvs)

BEFORE CAMP.

triggers parental death

mateo jimenez meets aphrodite much like he would have met any other woman — in the crowd, at one of his rock shows in a little divebar. he doesn't think much of it at the time. beautiful women are a perk of his job, as it happens. a false name, a pseudonym of hers, and he's never the wiser for their brief love affair. a child, much less one that he didn't ask for, was never part of the plan. a gift, she calls it, though he's less certain of that. when he recounts the story to his daughter a few years later, her eyes wide and bright, he'll tell her it was because he had so much love to give and her mother knew that he needed them. and a loving father he is, while he can be. he gives up his music, he starts working in real jobs, moving them to where the work is, turning their travel into games so alicia, named for his mother, will never suspect it was because they have to. demigods are distinctive, and she is no different. he does what he can to protect her while he's there, though that does not last as long as either of them would have liked. she's only six when he passes, an accident, she's told, when the gentleman who informed her is asking where her mother is, the answer one she doesn't have. her mother's not there, her mother's never been there for her. no extended family that she knows, only seven with no answers. their answers will change everytime she's asked, but she knows to travel on her own now, using some of the same tactics her father did to evade danger — both human and monster. she gets used to relying on only themself for safety, occasionally taking up with others, but rarely sticking with them for as long as it would take for them know her, see her do her little rituals of protection every night, pray to a mother they're certain has never listened or cared. she gets by through asking for things, an explanation that earns her confused glances from others without homes, something they haven't had luck with. she doesn't know her persuasion is magical, only that it works. it isn't long, however, before some of these friends are not quite so normal, either. she knows they aren't like her, not exactly, but they seem to know more than her. one of them tells her there's somewhere she can go, where she wouldn't have to keep on the move as much anymore, where her mother's other children are. indignation strikes her more than desire, that her mother has other children and has not brought them to the same place after all this time, but the desire to have a family again wins out.

CAMP.

after her satyr friend explains everything about the gods, she isn't sure what to think, whether to believe them. she chooses to, for the sake of meeting siblings she may have, but there's a suspicion in her at the concept of gods outside of the god that her father raised her with. it's hard to disagree once she reaches camp, though, and sees the magic for herself. she spends the bulk of her time there — mostly training, which she liked, but also learning, which she liked less. she doesn't feel the same need to keep moving, feels safety finally for the first time since her father passed. aided by having friends with similar abilities, who understand what she means when she says she can just do something, or that the words on a page swim around for them the way alphabet soup does in the pot. it makes it easy to feel at ease there, to sink into comfort they haven't had before, and they rarely leave as a result, becoming a long term resident and one of the friendlier faces for new campers. her upbringing doesn't get brought up much, certainly not by alicia themself, and any mention of parents usually gets a swift subject change. their trust in her siblings and other demigods does not extend to the gods, to the mother who neglects. despite her comfort at camp, the distance she creates by letting few people in is a safety measure. fifteen years, longer than she had been on her own or with her father, and she does not want to risk not living up to the image they have had of her for so long. so she shapes herself to what she thinks people want to see, an image of perfection as they see fit, with little to no room for error. she wants to be everything to everyone, craves approval like it's water. she just wants to be enough.

tldr pathological people pleaser with abandonment issues, a different person to everyone

[rottenheaume]

　　　—————　　𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.𝙲𝙾𝙼/𝕳𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁　...

Night was created so the gods had somewhere to hide: their sins; their sins; their sins. And us, made in their image – minus wing or cloven hoof – we follow suit.

— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "The Mourning Star," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell

　　——　　𝙵𝙸𝔏𝙴　　𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕   𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎    :        hector jack lance 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜  :        tor 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎  :        march 30, 1954 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗  :        las vegas, nevada 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜  :        ares (god of war, battlelust, courage, and civil order),　barbara lance (the preacher's daughter who had an affair) 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜  :        telumkinesis (the ability to manipulate weaponry),　odikinesis (the ability to manipulate feelings and emotions of war) 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  :        bisexual 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚜  :        zuko　(a:tla),　ronan lynch　(trc),　james st. clair　(dark heir),　hua cheng　(tgcf),　roman roy　(succession)

　　——　　𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃　　𝙾𝙵　　𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——　　𝚃𝚆　𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝕳,　𝚅𝙸𝙾𝔏𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴.

grew up in a strict, religious home.　(still can recite too many bible verses by heart.)　his mom had him out of an affair with ares (ig he likes to go after married women) and managed to convince her husband to let him grow up alongside their three children (ruining their perfect family of five).　ran away at the age of thirteen.　punched "dad" on the way out (after he kissed his baby sister on the forehead).　survived thanks to theo, another bastard ares-child, finding him in the streets of vegas and charting their way to camp halfblood.　(coincidence?　never.　however, he has not, and never will, thank ares for sending theo his way.)

only discovered his first name was hector when he laid eyes on his birth certificate for the first time, stolen "just in case" when he ran away.　he started going by it immediately.　still flinches at being called jack.

his first obsession was king arthur; he dreamed of becoming a knight.　later, after his mom secretly gifted him the odyssey for his tenth birthday, it turned into achilles (we love irony).

six years ago, theo died.　hector was the reason they left the safety of camp halfblood; he stormed off, hotly embarrassed, after losing a fight (bringing shame upon his father, himself, and his cabin), and theo, the most loyal dog in their pack, followed him out.　in an attempt to distract himself from his humiliation, he put all of his focus into shaking theo off.　the only good it did was distracting them both from the monster who was tracking their scents, sent by his father as a challenge to prove himself worthy after losing the fight.　he failed.　both as a son and a brother.　by the time hector realized something was wrong and came to fight, theo had delayed in using his gift to summon the dead against the stymphalian bird too long.　hector returned to camp alone - blood, sweat, and tears baked into his flesh like a new layer of skin - a fresh scar running down the left side of his face.　#rip.　theo facts in his honor:　grew up a pacifist (his uncles were all lost to the vietnam war), sparred better with words than swords, chivalry's last soldier, took kitchen knives way too seriously.

he shouldn't go to zoos as often as he does.　any animal in his range of sight goes wild with rage; bar excalibur, his two year old cat.　horses, the natural companions to battle, also calm in his presence.　perhaps a gift from his namesake as well as his father.

visualizes battle maps as he's falling asleep.

he's vulgar and intense, and enjoys the discomfort it brings to everyone around him.　frontrunner for cattiest man in new york.

nine times out of ten, he's wearing black.

his presence has an aftertaste.　like a gas leak.

starts training before a soul is up and goes to bed after everyone's asleep.　has a superiority complex about it.

cannot tan.　do not mention this.

defiance for defiance's sake.

　　——　　𝙿𝔏𝙾𝚃　　𝕳𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂.

these are just some general ideas i had floating around, merely stepping stones to the real deal <33

a sparring partner　-　the person he goes to when he needs to train hard, whether as a challenge or a distraction.

the bark to his bite　-　he's not not a henchman. i'm joking, but in a totally real sense he is a dog that bites the hand that feeds him, as well as bites others in its service, and that hand needs an owner!! ref.

before　-　before the accident, before the rabid look in his eyes took over.

the kavinsky to his ronan　-　the person who hands him the match to light himself on fire.

his achilles heel (pun intended)　-　that tender spot that makes you ache.

conqueror　-　the person he lost to the night he ran away from camp (aka the night his brother died).

bad influence　-　he tries to make them worse.

[ptolomeas]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎BUNNY ﹕ an excerpt from donna tartt's the secret history, "the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. he'd been dead for ten days before they found him."  /  a discipline of being dead since the beginning, starring in a tragedy of one's own making, reaped from the deep troubles that linger beneath the brewings of early girlhood  —  daughter of dionysus, deified by sera.

TRIGGER WARNING(s) ﹕ mentions of parental death, mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of death during childbirth, lots of mentions of divine madness ( and obsession )

PART ONE  [ DOSSIER ]  ﹕

﹡  FULL NAME  . isabel millicent hopewell - ward ﹡  NICKNAME(S) / ALIAS(ES) / TITLE(S)  . bunny, millie, bella / belly, is, ward ( specifically to annoyances and foes ) ﹡  PREFERRED NAME  . bunny, an inescapable childhood nickname ﹡  AGE + DOB  . twenty - three + nov. 7 ﹡  GENDER + PRONOUNS  . cis woman, she + her ﹡  ORIENTATION  . bisexual ﹡  BIRTHPLACE  . potomac, maryland ﹡  CURRENT LOCATION  . camp half - blood

﹡  CABIN  . twelve, dionysus ﹡  ABILITIES  . vinokesis ( water into wine, baby! or gatorade into wine, or soda, or beer— ), madness induction ﹡  LABEL  . the obsédant, to mean﹕ girl turned god before she turned woman, a cigarette burning between white, lissom fingers that shake while the mind turns and turns and turns —  obsession is a vile thing, so noisome that it's the most godly, beautiful thing about her. ﹡  TROPES  . earn your bad ending, ambiguous situation, beauty is bad, consummate liar, foreshadowing, the beautiful elite, divine parentage, bilingual bonus, black - and - gray morality, fatal flaw, unreliable narrator ﹡  INFLUENCES  . henry winter ( the secret history ), amy dunne ( gone girl ), iphigenia ( iphigenia in aulis ), meredith dardenne ( if we were villains ), anna karenina ( anna karenina ), mal cobb ( inception ), heloise ( portrait of a lady on fire )

﹡  EYES  . wide, large, dark brown in color, often sleepy in demeanor. ﹡  HAIR  . sways between dark brown to ash brown depending on the season, kept long and well maintained ( thank you aphrodite cabin for the shampoo & conditioner ), rarely styled but falls straight and is fine that way. ﹡  HEIGHT  . five feet, six inches ( 168cm ) ﹡  MARKS / SCARS  . one smooth, clean cut on the flesh above her inner collarbone that drags to the top of her shoulder —  a monster's blade that went through the neck and out the shoulder; numerous scrapes along her torso, all small in size, nothing important; the mark of a dagger being driven through her right palm ( new, acquired by another demigod — on accident, of course ).

﹡  LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN  . english ( fluent ), latin ( fluent ), french ( fluent ), ancient greek ( fluent ) ﹡  ACCENT  . east coast money, standard american, though  trained theatre performer and excels at accents ( particularly talented in most uk accents ). ﹡  DOMINANT HAND  . right, but strikes with her left ﹡  JUNG TYPE  . intp —  the thinker ( analytical, objective, and logical ) ﹡  ENNEAGRAM  . type eight — the protector ( powerful, self - assured, and assertive ) ﹡  MORAL ALIGNMENT  . lawful evil —  true neutral

PART TWO  [ HISTORY ]  ﹕

DIONYSUS SAYS,    when he prays, he chooses to ignore me. for this neglect, i will demonstrate to him, to all [ in thebes ], that i was born a god. but if they [ the thebans ] in this city, in their anger, try to make these bacchic women leave, then i, commander of these maenads, will fight them.¹

it starts like this, the madness﹕ one day, she is a girl, the next day she is a god. is twenty still a girl, she asks, or has she graduated? what is the age of womanhood? when is the before and when is the after? here is the answer﹕ you are a god, half of one, and the before is human and the after is god.

dionysus isn't a horrible father, but he is a horrifying god. bunny studies theatre ( see﹕ studied*, attended a small conservatory in the northeastern wilderness, was always drawn to ancient greek and their tragedies —  it's ironic, or it's fate, something or the other ) and she once read for the bacchae, performed as agave and tore her son limb from limb in bacchic frenzy. when asked how it felt, she said it was invigorating. when her father asks her how it felt, she tells him that that's when she knew she was a god. he corrects her, calls her a demigod while he sips cola out of a silver can ( his eye twitches when she turns cola to wine and they both pretend to not notice ), and she agrees, but, really, they both know she is as much god as he is.

dionysus is her father, but tony is her dad. he married mom when she got pregnant, even though he knew the child wasn't his. he loved her —  he still loves her, and he loves bunny too ( see﹕ someone had to start calling her bunny, who was it? ( select all that apply ) —  a. anthony hopewell b. tony c. dad ), even though mom isn't around anymore. bunny, when she's claimed, hungover and overwhelmed with the last remnants of bacchic fervor, asks dionysus if he knows that mom died and his answer doesn't satisfy her ( it was a private conversation, i will not be the one to repeat what was said —  but she only survived so long out there because of him. he tells her that he was more involved than she thinks. she only got so far because he ... love is a strong word, because he cares about her. she is his child ).

DAD,    sorry to waste all your tuition money —  but i will not be returning to school for my last year. please tell mom thanks for everything. this isn't a goodbye, but i can't put you in danger. oh, also, there are a few bottles of good wine underneath my bed. they're in water bottles because they used to be water. you should take them.²

summer, 1975, summer session at the conservatory, bunny is reading as helen ( from the play by euripides, a personal favorite ). tony's eyeglasses hang in the front of her shirt during rehearsal, big and over-sized and stolen ( "stolen", like tony's old shirts and sweaters ). someone in the back is dressed in an old costume, a trojan warrior, and it's distracting from the stage. he leaves in the middle of rehearsal and slams the door shut behind him. it's rude —  ask anyone in the department and they'll agree, but they'll also admit, quietly and behind bunny's back, that bunny is taking the offense a little too far. she takes it all too seriously, the theatre, the trojan warrior, the entire concept of life. she's intense, too much so, but she's fucking good at what she does; quiet off - stage and stiff to her peers, but so magnetic on stage that, oh, obviously, this is what she is born to do, what she's made for — everyone says so.

but that trojan warrior. he returns. five days straight and then he disappears. and everyone can see that it effects bunny. she's colder than usual, snaps more. she takes it upon herself to find him and there is a voice in her head telling her to leave it alone, but there is something more that is consuming her from within; a suspicion, a paranoia, a knowing. she has known all her life about [ it ]. [ it ] is something that has nestled deep in her gut from the very moment of her birth ( godhood tears some women apart —  see the classics and count how many women died or went mad ). she turned water to wine when she was nine. her algebra teacher lost his mind when he gave her detention. she won prom queen simply by turning everyone else against each other. bacchic madness, it felt invigorating, it felt like home.

the trojan warrior is a thread she should not have pulled. she is at camp before the summer ends. for the entire month of september, crying is heard from the dionysus cabin.

AGAVE SAYS,    how i grieve for you, my father    /    lord dionysus has inflicted such brutal terror on your house    /    farewell, father.³

the dionysus cabin is quiet. bunny is no longer allowed to start bacchanals, so she sits inside and reads. they have copies of the classic greek plays here in their original, dead language, so she keeps them collected beneath her bed. twenty copies of one play that she can mark over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over—

bunny is quiet. she does not participate in theatre. she reads and keeps to herself — doesn't keep many friends, is actually a bit arrogant about it; to be considered her friend, one must﹕   instructions unclear, do not pass go, return paper to bunny and never ask for it again. brilliant, cold, stiff, magnetic ( but only on a stage, only when she wants to play god ), quiet, completely forgettable —  not seen until she wants to be seen, nurses a glass bottle of water - wine, breaks the spine of every play she takes from camp, sits with mr. d on the porch of the big house and pretends to not know how to play pinochle.

¹from THE BACCHAE, by euripides, lines 60 - 70 summarized ²from A LETTER HOME, by BUNNY HOPEWELL - WARD in 1975 ³from THE BACCHAE, by euripides, lines 1755 -  1763

PART THREE  [ SUMMARY ]  ﹕

sorry ! for the whole lot of nothing ( it's all a metaphor ), here's a tl;dr

her mom gets pregnant and marries anthony "tony" hopewell, who marries her ( to save her reputation, but also ) because he loves her. unfortunately, she passes while giving birth to bunny but tony raises her anyway —  and is a great dad!   ∗ somewhere along the way, tony remarries, this is the "mom" that is mentioned in the letter home.

has an unremarkable childhood, save for bunny knowing that she's a demigod ( or at least, not fully human ) from a very young age. she turns water to wine as a child and curses her teacher as a pre - teen and —  by the gods, she shines on stage, she can manipulate a student body like no other. it all makes sense, but she ignores it otherwise. not much happens.

until she is twenty, attending a conservatory for the performing arts somewhere in the northeast. bunny is one of the best, she was born to do this —  she excels especially in classics, all things greek ( which she has always been drawn to ) but she's, a bit of an acquired taste. she's cold and stiff and not that great with her peers, but it all balances out because she is made to be on stage. her classmates, however, will admit that she's ... intense. obsessive. takes things way too seriously, is just —  too much.

( secret context section, not included in history section ) luckily for her peers, an eidolon appears on campus and, well, it doesn't do much but bunny is bunny and because it interrupts her rehearsals, she gets intense about it; follows it, discovers it, nearly dies, is likely rescued by her own abilities - slash - a surprise satyr. she's then taken to camp where once she's claimed, spends an entire month crying about it.

dionysus, i imagine, is far from a terrible father but i don't think bunny is thrilled about this divine parentage. she asks if he knew her mother died ( answer up to you, even if i know the real answer ), but all she ( we ) knows is that dionysus, at a distance, did what he could to keep her alive, to give her a chance at a normal life. but, not even godhood is omnipotent. she ends up at camp, anyway.

nowadays, she mostly keeps to herself. keeps a small, minuscule group of friends ( ... tsh inspo maybe, without all the ... you know ), interacts with nearly nobody else. she's still kind of ... you know, like that ( intense, way too serious, kind of obsessive ), but she's BANNED from starting bacchanals ( the 'demigods ( and some dryads ) against forest fires in camp half - blood' campaign really worked! ). she spends most of her time now with her little clique, by herself, or with her dad at the big house.

PART FOUR  [ TRIVIA & SURPLUS ]  ﹕

the ONE play that she's truly obsessed with is euripides' bacchae. duh, it stars her dad and her favorite thing ( bacchic madness ). she literally has a few dozen copies of it ( all in ancient greek, of course, duh ) and they're all beneath her bed in the dionysus cabin, marked up and annotated and highlighted. true madness, tbh.

is a year - round camper because she's PARANOID !! scared that she'll get her parents killed, especially because she loves them and she knows herself, knows that she would both lead a monster home or go find one out of mad obsession. stays within the safe confines of camp half - blood for both their safety and hers ( and therefore is sick to her stomach about the mist thing... )

does spend a lot of time with dionysus. there's a bit of resentment here and there and she's not like, jumping with joy at being a demigod, but she knows he loves her. she's read enough classic mythology to understand that he's kinder ( to humans ) than the divine twelve. she knows that he did what he could ( nothing omnipotent, but maybe he knows a nymph who knows a nymph ) to keep her safe even from his post, and there's a part of her that could ( and maybe does ) love him, but they don't show it much. bunny plays pinochle with him ( is "bad" at it and "doesn't know how to play" ) and he always wins.

often indulges in wine and spirits, smokes way too much to be healthy, is most likely to drink wine in front of dionysus just because she can ( keeps the dionysus table supplied with wine turned from water, pretends not to see when her siblings sneak sips from the glasses ).

was a strange child and is a stranger adult. i like to think the madness in genetic, but likely, it was an accidental misfire ( or backfire ) of madness induction that was never corrected and it seeped into her very being. or, she's just built different, we will never know, the lore is inconsistent. ( but if i have another hc that dionysus knows and spends time w her to keep an eye on her then what )

carries and wields a garrote wire because it's funny and requires a good amount of strength and i think it's silly for bunny, who's quite good with it ( scarily? good? like, maybe too into it good ), but probably tries very little, tbh. i imagine during capture the flag she like, fights, but also takes it way too seriously ( especially if fighting against, a particular person or cabin,,, ) so she probably isn't utilized much.

is generally not an easy person to get along with. she's pretentious and stiff and a bit judgmental and she has her friends ( the handful of them ), so she believes that she doesn't need anymore. bunny isn't rude or mean by any means, but she's definitely not trying to make friends. i think of her as probably just . quiet, succinct, pithy.

if it wasn't insinuated clearly enough, bunny is very, deeply troubled. she's obsessive ( particularly with divine and bacchic madness ) and intense and she knows this facet about her and how dangerous it can be for both herself and those around her, but she can't break herself out of it !!! she's been dead since the beginning or something, she's convinced of it !!! she can't break it !!! it's her fate !!

PART FIVE  [ TIES & RELATIONSHIPS ]  ﹕

hello friends, i have a bunch of wanted connections listed here, but we can always brainstorm in the dms ! very excited to have a gut wrenching, super sexy plot with ALL OF YOU, this is a threat and a promise.

do you think it's funny that i named her bunny when she's modeled after henry from tsh? if there's only one giggle, it's me! anywho, thank you for reading, i'm so so excited for this and i can't wait to write with you all! xx

[subrosai]

◟✧⡀ ( dean fujioka. non binary. they / them. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … JUNICHIRO WATANABE ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re FORTY-THREE.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re INQUISITIVE and CALCULATIVE, but also DETACHED  and ELUSIVE. i do know that they’ve been in the city for THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at OWNER as a  STOKER'S CRYPT? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like SHINIGAMI FROM JAPANESE MYTHOLOGY is peering over at me … 

STATS

character name: junichiro watanabe / nicknames: jun ( reserved to a tight circle of friends ) / place of birth: ██, ███ / birthday: january 4th / sexuality: biromantic demisexual / gender identity: non-binary ( they or him ) / zodiac: capricorn / mbti: istj / occupation: owner of stoker's crypt / languages: japanese, english, spanish, chinese / moral alignment: chaotic neutral / love language: acts of service / rift level: legendary / powers:  necromancy ( impermanent, brief ), death sense, intangibility ( momentarily ) / how long ago did the mythos manifest: twenty-four years ago / main goal: to uncover the mystery of the town, gather information & power of regarding the those in high positions / gang / group name + position: jekyll & hide investigations, the brain

BIOGRAPHY

( blood, death, death imagery, necromancy, blasphemy cw )

you are only a child when you meet death. you remember that day far too well. you return from high school, only a week left until it's done and you will be graduating, the plans all made for where to go to college, what to study. instead, you open the door, and meet a crime scene. when you think back on that night, you can swear you saw a pair of eyes watching you from the window. then, the red and blue lights of police cars reflect against the glass, and you choose not to remember much of the rest. life changes much too quickly, and while you are technically an adult now, your next of kin, your grandfather who lives in penson convinces you to come to live with him. fallen into a vast emptiness, you find it impossible to say no. you study in penson, and you grow up in penson. the mist intrigues you, and it's only a year later that the same pair of eyes start appearing in the corner of your vision. here, and there, and there again. while you are walking at night to your house, when you are locking up your grandfather's library, when you are crouched in a convenience store trying to pick pasta, and a shadow disappears quicker than you can look up. you believe you officially meet your match when you stand in front of a gravestone. old age, they say, yet you can swear you saw those very same pair of eyes in the window when your grandfather took his last breath. you stand in the rain, eyes glued to yet another gravestone when the rain suddenly stops. there's the smell of tobacco, accompanied by the sound of steps by your side. r.s. he calls himself. and it's the start of your new life. fate brings you together to mourn on the same day, and that's when you learn more about jekyll & hyde. it's everything you could want and more. solving mysteries, digging into secrets of anyone and everyone. it gives you a purpose to discover more about the mist, to understand the rifts all around you. at first, you don't realize you are already one of them, until one fated night in a back alley, you are crouching over someone, trying to keep the blood in their body. r.s. is by your side again, leaning against a wall, smoking more of those goddamn cigars. the person dies slowly under your hands before the ambulances can arrive. you see the light in their eyes leave — and when you remove your hands and touch them again to take their pulse, they gasp back into life. it only takes around five more minutes before they are dead again. necromancy, albeit brief, seems to be very useful in your line of work. in the dark, you can swear r.s. grinning down at you, and another pair of eyes from the end of the alley vanishing away. it never takes properly, you can never figure out why. sometimes it's longer than fifteen minutes, and sometimes it's only a few. it can be challenging to calm someone down enough from their death to get the answers you need, but you get enough practice through the years. rest of your powers come slowly, the second is intangibility, and it manifests at a night not one of your best. a case that went wrong, no answers received from a decaying body. you swear you see those pair of eyes again, and you run after them with everything you have. it's then that you briefly run through a pole and feel nothing at all. intangibility seems to only work when you are in a heightened state of emotion, which does not come too useful every day. more years pass as you climb up the ranks, and become the underboss under r.s.. your last and final power does not come until you realize the anxiety at the bottom of your stomach is something else when it is your mentor that's finally taken away from you. his last words are for you to take his mantle, and that's what you do.

it's when you are looking down at yet another gravestone that you realize what it was. that sometimes you can feel death coming. it's not necessarily reliable, but it gives you some sort of power over not knowing at all. it's also ironic, how you have it now, after everyone that you have lost. you have been the leader for around five years now, the brain behind the operations, the one who calls the shots. you bring the organizations higher and aim for the stars. hoping to reach more information about the mist, the rifts, and the occasional secrets you cannot stay away from. power is everything in this world, and you intend to have it all.

[rvivifies]

SIDNEY ST. CLAIR

◟✧⡀ ( maia reficco. cis woman. she/her. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is  that … SIDNEY ST. CLAIR ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe  they’re 23. do i know them?  no, but i hear they’re RESOURCEFUL and PERCEPTIVE, but also  RETICENT and ALOOF. i do know that they’ve been in the City for 14 YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re  just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at MAGNUS RECORDS as a PHOTOGRAPHER? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like THE  FINAL GIRL is peering over at me …

quick notes

head down, eyes up. calm breaths, don't flinch. those words echo in her head more often than not. she knows it'd be easier to hid behind the lens of her camera at all time, but wallflower life would never suit her. it's a shame.

she's scribbled sharpie over the lenses of her rose-colored glasses. anything sweet in life has soured, and she's all too aware of it. the cracks in the sturdy facade rarely show, patched up with disassociation and distraction — but never anything that pulls her fully from reality. she's been burned more than once and the scars in the mirror remind her of it.

she lives by routine and is convinced she'll die from variation. maybe it's mundane and usual, but it's easier this way. limiting surprises where she can keeps her heart rate down and her head feeling steady. she's completely restless but she doesn't dare stray too far from the path and plan she lays.

excluding those for work, thousands of photos exist in limbo on memory cards, few becoming real in print. her eye is critical, perhaps too much so, and the bar is raised every time she nearly reaches. sid knows that time is limited — she wants to photograph something meaningful, something relevant, before death greets her. whatever that is, she hasn't found yet. she is constantly looking for it.

bio

what are you made for? for so long, sidney didn't know. she was never great at anything, not too clever or too passionate to work harder at anything. she felt like she was drifting, unmoored to anything or anyone. she never could quite grasp how people felt like they had purpose. with a countdown to death starting a birth, feeling like she was inconsequential made her feel like drowning.

apparently god thinks he had a sense of humor, or so her mother would say. she picked up a film camera, taking a class at a community center, and something just clicked (literally and figuratively). her work was better than everyone else's — not a brag, just the truth. suddenly, she realized she could tell stories with her photographs. not just stories, much more than a thousand words, her canvases showed epics.

in the universe telling her she was vital, that her photos were a way to leave a mark, she found herself in trouble more often than not. working for the paper has put her into risky situations and unpleasant people. it seemed that she found herself in unfortunate situations more than her colleagues.

luckily for her, though words in books never printed themselves in her memory, she was doing enough to be street smart.it didn't seem to help much. avoiding bad situations in public could only do so much — what is someone meant to do when trouble finds them in their own home?

she's pushed herself further from others the older she gets. she's lonely undoubtedly, but she tells herself her camera and her dog are all that she needs. sometimes a shot and a cigarette later, she almost believes that.