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mustyrosewater · 4 years ago

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𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒄 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕.

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜 : 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓀𝓉 - 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒹

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒓 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 : 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 : 𝟧𝓀 +

"hvor er du, datter?" a woman call's, walking through the thick moss covered forests, calling for her daughter; her eyes travel in different directions, a bright smile litters her face as she looks around for her child, hearing the soft giggles echo in the distance. "kom ut kjærlighet, far venter på oss." she calls out to her daughter once more, tilting her head in search of the young girl. her daughter, no older than five summers old, bursts out from behind one of the many thick trees, running into her mothers waiting arms. "mamma! jeg så et spøkelse!" she tells her mother of the ghost she saw, her eyes wide with excitement as her mother lifts her and begins to walk back in the direction she came towards their home. "et spøkelse? var det en skummel?" there is a teasing tone as she replies to her daughter, asking her if the ghost she saw was scary. as her daughter begins to form a reply, they pass through a clearing of tress. a cottage sits in the distance, a man, her daughters father, is sitting on the ground, dragging a stone across his sword repeatedly, resulting in a sharp scratching noise each time the stone passes over the iron blade. when he hears them approach, his head rises from his sword and a grin forms on his face; he does not hesitate to stand up and greet his wife with a kiss to her cheek before taking his daughter from her arms, laying a kiss to her small head. "fant du noen monstre i skogen, datteren min?" he asks his daughter if she found any monsters, a teasing tone to his voice that his daughter takes no note of, instead choosing to go on another tangent about the ghost she had seen in the woods. the man shares a knowing look with his wife as she watches the two, smiling softly. the heavy thud of hooves quickly approaching and growing louder interrupts the happy moment, both father and mother turn to the source, the smiles that had once graced their features replaced with only looks of worry, exchanging another look as the men on horseback grow closer to their home. torches held in their hands high above their heads as they stop meters away. her father is now clutching his daughter closer to his chest, one of his hands has found its place rested against the back of her head, stroking her hair softly. only one of the men dismounts his horse yet does not approach, he only stands, narrowing his eyes at her mother. "heks!" the man practically seethes, his yellowed teeth bared like a wolf; he calls her a witch, and as soon as the words have left her mouth, her father is handing their daughter to his love, whispering softly to take her inside. he only leaves them a kiss to both of their heads, whispering softly that loves them. it's then that her mother turns and begins to walk quickly to their cottage, her daughter pressed against her chest protectively. her daughters chin rests on her mothers shoulder, and as she walks inside, she see's her father calmnly approaching the group of men. she see's no more before the wooden door shuts, leaving her in her mothers arms, engulfed in darkness. -- shes sits up in her bed with a sharp intake of breath. her hair clings to her forehead from the sweat and her eyes are wide as she looks left and right feverishly, attempting to regain an idea of where she was. her chest heaves with heavy breathes and her heart is thundering so much so that it radiates through her skull. the image of her mother and father is still fresh in her mind, only aiding the echos of disorientation she currently feels. it takes her longer than she would admit to realize that she was only dreaming, to realize that she was back home in her cottage, in her bed; she also remembers the stranger in the next room, the stranger sleeping by he fire place on the floor. the birds of an early morning sing softly from outside, the blue hue of the sun that has not yet risen fades in through her window, offering limited vision. muffled rumbles of snoring come from the next room, only serving as another reminder that she was not alone. it had taken some insistence on her end, but eventually she had been able to convince the stranger that his wound was too great to venture back out into the forest. she should have known how stubborn he was, and yet she was still taken aback by his insistence to leave once his wounds had been properly dressed again. she would be lying if she said she wasn't also the smallest bit insulted that he had not even thanked her, after all, he was the one that collapsed on her door step. as much as she'd wanted to, she feared informing him of the fact that she could have easily left him in the forest to die would not be a good choice of words, the result wasn't likely to be a positive one. despite only having stayed for one night so far, his presence in her home was constantly lingering, always making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in alert, every moment she was concious was spent keeping awareness of him, no matter how much she'd tried to distract herself. laying back down, only then did she let out a long sigh and shut her eyes, hoping that despite her rude awakening, there was a possibility that she may actually be able to get back to sleep, and in turn, not feel deathly tired later in the day. despite her hopes, it appeared that her body had already willed her awake and wanted to stay that way. this was not helped by the fact that the mans snoring had only grown more noticeable the more awake she had become. it was only then that she realized that she didn't even know this mans name, and that he did not know hers; most would agree that the first step of establishing at least some small sliver of trust between two individuals was to know each others names. so far, she wasn't doing a very good job of making herself see very trustworthy, not that the feeling wasn't mutual. she'd come to the conclusion that the fact that this man had not attempted to kill her in her sleep meant he was most likely not a hunter and that his story about being sent into the forest for bandits, and not the head of the infamous 'wood witch' was true. she was unsure if it was due to her parents sign, or the fact that he so far been complacent with her requests, but she seemed to feel no aggression towards her from this man, maybe he was just as clueless as she was about this entire situation. she could help but feel a level of kinship with this man as that thought crossed her mind, humanizing him to her, remembering that he too was a person. swinging her legs off her bed, she was greeted by the chill of the morning air, resulting in small bumps to erupt along the skin of her legs; leaving the sanctuary of her war furs and blankets always had been her least favorite part of waking, since she was a child it had always been that way. her bare feet touched the cold stone floor, causing momentary discomfort before her feet grew used to the sensation. as she finally stood, she quickly walked towards her window and opened the thick wood shutters, letting more light into her room as well as the fresh air; taking in a deep breath in some hope that it would wake her up. as she left her window and approached the archway leading into the next room over, she let out a quiet yawn, stretching her arms above her head trying to relieve the tightness of her muscles. she couldn't help but hesitate before she entered, instead only standing in the archway and looking across the room at the sleeping figure. his back was turned to her and she could see the soft rise and fall of his shoulders, still able to hear the sounds of his snoring as he slept. it almost felt wrong, staring at him in this state; even while sleeping, it seemed he wouldn't allow himself to be put into a vulnerable position, keeping his arms crossed and his knees slightly bent, ready to defend himself from any sneak attack should he need to. she wasn't offended at the fact that he slept in such a defensive position, even if he actually did trust her, it could easily be a habit years in the making, one wasn't able to just stop doing something like that. he stirred in his sleep, causing a sharp intake of breath on her end, her first reaction being taking a step back; the thought of him seeing her watch him sleep was almost as terrifying as the thought of him holding his blade to her throat. instead, he simply turned onto his other side, exposing his face to her and giving her a clear view of his features. it was only then that she was really able to get her first clear look at his face without him frowning and furrowing his brows at her; dare she say it he looked almost peaceful in his sleep, temporarily forgetting the world that awaited him once he became concious once again. her head titled as she watched him, tracing over all the features of his face that she see; the way his nose curved, the tanned skin of his face, and most notable feature of his entire face, the silver scar the traveled along his brow and cheek. she could not help but wonder how he'd received it. not so similar to his other scars, they could all be explained with the simple answer of brawls and fights, but the one scar the brandished his face was too particular to have such a uneventful story. every scar on a warriors body held story, a history of their battles. to this day she could still remember every scar her father had carried on his marked skin, and she was still able to remember his most noteworthy stories. the sheer amount of scars this man carried was astonishing to her, she could not help but think of how much he must have suffered, not only physical pain, but also the pain of the soul and mind, with every warriors story that came and went, there was always more and more of their soul being slowly chipped away. the weaker that a mans soul became, the more likely it was that energies and entities would make themselves known, tearing a man from the inside out until he'd lost his mind. "how much longer do i have to pretend to be asleep before you stop staring at me woman?" his voice caused her to jump, hastily stepping back; his eyes remained closed when he first spoke and only opened calmly when he'd finished his sentence. she had been so caught up in staring at him that she hadn't even been able to remain aware that his loud snores had stopped. it was embarrassing that he'd caught her staring and continued to let it happen, pretending to be asleep while she watched him. "i-i'm sorry." was all she was able to manage, turning her head and looking down at the floor, quickly averting her attention to something else, anything else that wasn't him. he didn't reply, only sat up from his previous laying position and began to stare at her just as she had been doing; maybe this was his sick way of returning the favour, whatever the reason, even while looking away she could feel his eyes on her. "are you hungry?" was the only thing she was able to think of to change the subject, she didn't even realize how obvious of a question it was, of course he was hungry you blithering idiot he hasn't eaten since yesterday. his only response was a small grunt and a nod, resulting in her springing into action, walking to the other end of the room and retrieving a large burlap sack, reaching into it and pulling out some bread which she quickly tore in half. hesitantly, she walked over to him and kneeled, handing him his own half with shaky hands. "it's all i have." well, it was all she had until she could make broth later, but she didn't know how to say that in english. it was quickly getting irritating that this was their only way of communicating, he seemed to be fluent in english, why couldn't he have been fluent in norwegian as well. he didn't seem to care, having no qualms with the blandness of his breakfast as he took it from her hand; she didn't doubt that during his time on the road he'd learnt not to grow picky of the things he was given to eat. she couldn't begin to imagine the things that he must have observed during his time; though she did not having his exact age, she knew that he had to have been several summers older than her, age was clear on his face. the two ate in silence, pretending to be too enveloped in their dry bread to talk. after a few more minutes of no words exchanged, she could no longer take the silence between the two, finding it deafening and almost unbearable to put up with. for what may the first time ever, pero tovar takes his time eating his food. "what is your name?" once again she'd realized he never gave it to her. not that he was obligated to, but she was getting rather tired of not being able to refer to him as anything else other than 'the stranger' it lended him more intimidation than he would possess if she simply had a name to put his face. he stopped chewing and looked at her, like he was surprised that she'd gone out of her way to ask him. he was still for a while longer before continuing to chew and swallowing the piece of bread, pausing before speaking. "tovar." the name wasn't like any she'd heard before, the accent he put on the word was not similar to norwegian names, though she supposed it was silly of her to expect the clearly not norwegian man to have been brandished with a norwegian name. there wasn't anywhere else that she knew of where that name would make sense, not denmark or germany, not even holland. she once again kicked herself for not realizing it probably wasn't a european name at all. if his tanned skin was anything to go by, he no doubt came from the west. she repeated his name to herself softly, testing the pronunciation on her own, hoping that she got it right. if she didn't, he chose not to point it out, for that she wasn't sure if she was grateful. she nodded to herself before giving him her own name, watching his brow furrow as she said it. she couldn't help but find some small amount of amusement from his reaction, a reaction she was not surprised to see. like all norwegian names, her's was just as odd sounding, and looked especially odd when written. maybe they could somehow find mutual understanding in their names or more so the trouble each had understanding the others. just as she had, pero repeated the name, although it wasn't best, the fact that he'd at least tried felt flattering to her, showing he'd made at least some small effort to learn something like that. perhaps she was just reading too much into such things, but she like to believe that that wasn't it. just as always, another silence fell over the two, however this time, whether it be from now knowing something as small as each other names or if they were just more used to it; the silence didn't feel as heavy this time, instead, she felt rather complacent to simply sit in silence with tovar and finish eating. turning her head, she stared into the fire that was still blazing but had grown smaller since last night, some of the ashes still possessing a low orange glow; she tilted her head slightly as she finished her bread, swallowing down the last bite. even if she had grown slightly more comfortable with their shared silences, she still didn't enjoy not being able to talk, she felt an odd need to fill the lull in conversation; she would also be lying if she were to say that her curiousity about tovar had only grown with each passing minute. "how did you get hurt?" the question was most likely not phrased exactly as she would have preferred, but it was the best that she could do. she hoped that the topic she'd decided to bring up was not a sensitive one, for the idea of angering tovar sent a harsh drop to her stomach, images of yesterday when he gripped her throat tightly and pointed his sword at her. she had not felt so vulnerable since she was a child, she felt weak under the gaze of his sword, as if no matter what she did he would always be the one with the upper hand. she'd sworn the day that she'd lost her mother that she would stay strong, for her. this man made her feel like she was breaking that promise every second she spent under his heavy stare. she could see tovar still at her question from the corner of her eye. at some point he too had begun staring into the flames, the silver scar on his face seemed to stand out even more under the light of the fire, his tan skin almost looking golden when mixed with the hue that was cast over him. his dark eyes reflected the soft blaze, giving them an effect which made them seem like his eyes were glowing. no matter how many distinguishing features he carried, she'd always found herself coming back to his eyes. she is almost certain that the things they had seen over his years would no doubt be enough to make her tremble with fear, the secrets he carried, the lives he'd taken, all windows that could be opened in the eyes. she could not tell whether or not her question had angered him, his face was as still as a stone statue, any and all glimpses of his thought process hidden away from her gaze; she had not met many men who were so truly gifted at hiding the small ways their faces would change; part of her grew concerned at this, for if he was so skilled in such a way, that would have to have meant he had used it several times before, did he often need to hide away his true thoughts in his line of work? "i was told there would be five men, there were eight." his voice is still gruff and heavy, laced with an air of nonchalance as if it was a completely normal occurence for things such as this to happen, although, for all she knew, it was. "do you get stabbed often?" she asked, only now turning her head to actually take in the sight of him completely. her head tilted slightly and her eyebrow arched in curiosity. it was only when the question completely left her lips did she realize that it was some would consider a personal question, but then again, she had seen the magnitude of scars on his body, all varying degrees of time and violence and etched onto his golden skin. a warriors map. "do you ask so many questions often?" his tone was not angry, it wasn't even mildly annoyed, he simply sounded amused. maybe amused by the way she worded her question, or maybe it was the fact that just yesterday he had nearly killed her and now the two were sharing bread by her fire and discussing how many times he'd been stabbed. even she herself couldn't help but find amusement at the thought, a phantom of a smile etching at the corners of her lips. "i'm sorry." she shook her head, turning her head away and looking down at the hands she'd folded in her lap, tracing her fingers over the fabric of her thick winter dress. she did not see it but tovar shook his head, dismissing her apology as unnecassary. "do not be, that is my life, has been my life for a long time." this time it is his turn to look at her and it's as if she can instantly feel his gaze on her, because she looks up and once again their eyes meet. she still cannot read his face in the slightest except for what she is certain might just be a small smirk trickling along his lips. "now i will ask you a question." his eyes narrow and if it were even possible, his stare feels even more intense, she swears she has not yet even had the chance to see the man blink. looking down to avoid his eyes, she can still feel them on her despite this. nodding her head slowly, she silently agrees and hesitates, almost not wanting to look back up, as if his stare wasn't already enough to send a chill down her spine, now he was going to ask her a question. at first, she is unsure what sort of question he may ask of her. maybe he would ask about her healing, or maybe how she manages to live so far in the woods. she searches her brain for any possible question he may ask so as to prepare her answer in advance. "why do you live alone out here?" when she hears the words, it takes her a moment to process what he has said. so many questions he could have asked, so many things he may have found useful to learn about her, and yet that is what he asks. her eyes return to the fire, staring in silence at the flames that have begun to dwindle. the more she stares at the flame, her gaze narrows and the fire begins to die at a more rapid pace, the flame growing smaller and smaller so fast it looks almost unnatural. when the flame begins to die, he looks over at her, spotting how she almost seems to be glaring at the fire growing smaller and smaller until it is completely dead, leaving the two of them only in the natural light of a growing morning. the room is noticeabley colder with it's absence and even though there is nothing left of the fire that once was, her eyes remained stuck on the ashes that aren't even glowing, all turned to black charchoal. he does not want to question what he see's, he can dismiss this, flames are known to die if the wood shifts or cracks, that fire has been burning since the night before, he can dismiss this. and yet, there is something unnatural in the way that it only began to die as her gaze sharpened. "my father, he built it." he continues to stare at her, and he can almost swear he see's tinges of sadness appearing on her features and yet he can't be sure, for it is now significantly darker than it was before. if he were a poet, he would make note as to how the sudden darkness has made itself into a rather fitting metaphor for the shift in tone, what was once a calm and content golden light as been snuffed out by looming tension created by his words. "i do not need to ask of you where he is now." tovar knows better than to ask such a silly question. the world is a cruel place, no matter who are are or where you born, the world remained cruel and would not hesitate to crush the spirit of whoever it could. whether that be through taking loved ones or otherwise. for a moment, he is almost tempted to ask how long she had been on her own, but he can clearly see that the question has brought something that is now looming over her. besides, he would not have to be intelligent to look around the cottage and observe that everything is designed for one person, he knows it has been awhile. "where are you from?" it's painfully obvious that she's changing the subject, the question is out of nowhere and with little to no prompting, an easy way to avoid talking any further about her family. he can not blame her, he did not particularly favor bringing up the subject of his own family either, memories of the plague that ravaged spain and decided to leave him be all while praying on his family, the sheer unfairness of the world was one of the many reasons being a mercenary became his chosen profession in the first place. the drifting was comfortable, the inability to form emotional connections, the perfect way of life for a man like him. "spain." he answers, even if they both know she has little to no idea where that even is. despite this, she nod's feigns interest, whether or not it's to be polite or just to remain off their previous topic neither of them know, maybe it's both. "what is it like?" her question has tovar taking a sharp intake of breath. it has been so many years since he has been back to his homeland he's not even sure himself if he's even able to remember what it is like. maybe some part of him wanted to forget. he's unsure what to say at first, what word does one use to describe such a breathtaking homeland, golden fields and sea's like thousands of sapphires, to describe his home is to describe beauty itself, it almost feels irresponsible, bordering on disrespectful to think that he can even try. the only word that comes to his mind is simple, yet effective. "it's beautiful." it wouldn't be very difficult for anyone to tell that this is a man that misses his homeland, the memories that are no doubt tied to spain must carry a deadly mixture of pain and love. as she looks at him she swears she can see them both reflecting on his face and eyes. as curious as she felt, she was intent on showing him the same respect he'd shown her and chose not to further ask about what memories may lie in his home, deeply buried and ignored. "i have only ever lived here." she said, shrugging her shoulders "you must travel a lot, have you been many places?" despite her previous question, which was asked purely to change the topic of conversation, she can't help herself from feeling at least somewhat intrigued by the idea of the places he'd been and the things he'd encountered. when she'd spent her entire life in one small village in norway, anything that wasn't said small village was interesting to her. she can't even begin to imagine anything other than the cold breezes and dark weather of her home, the idea that there is an entire world filled with so many different places with such different people is almost unbelievable to her. the only reaction this garners from tovar is a soft chuckle as he looks down at his lap, nodding his head slowly. he can't deny the amusement from the wonder he senses in her question. he has lived this way for so many years, travelling the world and seeing everything it has to offer, that he's found it is easy for him to forget that not everybody has shared his experiences. the idea of being held to one place and not being able to see the wonders of the world is not something he finds favorable. "i have been many places, all around the world." he begins, turning his head back up but not resuming his eye contact with her, he instead wills images of his adventures into his head. "china, india, romania." he lists off the name of the places he's traveled to and from despite the fact that he's aware that she does not know where any of them are. he's not all that sure what exactly to talk about, he has never had to talk of his travels before, it's then he realizes he isn't even sure what she even wants to hear, what does she want him to talk about? "most are warm, some are cold though." he wants to add a comment about how cold her home is, but refrains for fear of offending her or having her possibly think he is too weak to handle something as minor as cold weather. "what do you do in these places?" her question does not throw him off, he knew it was coming eventually, it always does. he's unsure whether or not she is trying to ask the question politely or if her limited english doesn't allow her to ask more clearly, through it does not matter, because he knows exactly what she is asking. "kill the people that my employers want dead." even if she spoke perfect english, he's fairly certain he would have made the answer just as brash and literal. there was little to no point making it sound pretty, or dancing around the answer as if it were a delicate topic, it wasn't. he was a mercenary, plain and simple. there was no reason to hide the fact that he was a contract killer, he's certain that she could have easily gathered that from the weapons he carried as well as the many scars littering his body. his answer did seem to pull any negative expression onto her face, most likely she wasn't even surprised by it, either that, or she was just trying to hide the fact that his answer unnerved her. it was the sort of reaction that wasn't new for tovar in the slightest, the few times he'd actually bothered to pay a whore to warm his bed, he'd never missed the way that they'd cringe when seeing his scars despite the fact that they tried oh so desperately to hide their disgust with him, perhaps that was why it was such a rare occurence for him to pay for a woman. he watched as she only nodded slowly, she seemed neither bothered or pleased by his answer, simply kept up the facade of neutrality. tovar himself was unsure whether or not he appreciated this, whether or not he would prefer an answer that was easy for him to understand rather than her unreadable expressions. "are you going to kill me?" he couldn't say the question was unexpected, especially not with the fact that he'd pulled her into a chokehold not even five minutes after he woke up, he also couldn't say her suspicions of him were unjust, not with the way he carried himself and the threatening aura of his presence; and yet he could not help but wonder why she would think he even wanted to kill her, so far she'd given him no reason to, if anything he'd given her reason not to kill her, she'd healed him and most likely saved him from the brink of death, if he returned that with her own death he was no better than the men he killed. the silence that had befallen the two proved to be deafening, such a heavy quiet that even the soft wind flowing under the gap in the wooden door could be heard, whistling softly. no eye contact was made between the two, each of them choosing to gaze of seperate portions of the now dark fireplace, only left with soft glowing embers to represent the fire that once was. "no." his words finally broke through the silence like a sword, such a short and simple word, yet still managing to speak volumes to the both of them. the hint of surprise on her face was hard for him to ignore, he had spent his entire life noticing small things like that, there were times that it had saved his life, noticing the small things that appeared on a persons face without them even realizing. while he knew that exterior and personality could lead some to think he killed anything on sight, he could admit that he wasn't sure why learning that he didn't plan to kill her had surprised her so. and for the first time in his life, tovar chose to ignore the small miniscule expression of surprise and pretend as if he had not seen it, for the first time in tovar's life, he chose to give a person the benefit of the doubt.

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theolympusrp · 4 years ago

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IC: Nome terreno: Kasper “Kaz” Østvang Nome mitológico: Spøkelse (Ghost) Faceclaim: Herman Tømmeraas + Ator/Skam/@hermantommeraas Nascimento: 15 de abril de 1997 Naturalidade: Oslo + Noruega

Ser: Semi-deus + Hades Tempo de treino: 6 anos Nível: 06 Dormitório: 3 Grandes (Hades) - Quarto 03

Twitter: @spokelse_olp Ocupação: Auxiliar de combate.

Qualidades: confiante, espontâneo, corajoso. Defeitos: insolente, ciumento, arrogante. Plots de interesse: angst, fluff, general, crack, squick.

Biografia:

Kasper nasceu em uma pequena vila na Noruega, mas após o falecimento de sua mãe, o irmão mais velho, Isak, vendeu a pequena padaria que ela possuía e mudou-se com o caçula para Oslo, decidido a usar o dinheiro para construir uma vida nova para os dois. Em um final de semana, quando os dois pararam seu passeio para assistir um artista de rua, Isak conheceu Henrik Ottesen, um conhecido investidor da região. Pouco a pouco, os dois ficaram amigos, até o dia em que Henrik convenceu Isak a aplicar todas as suas economias em um fundo de investimento que jurava ser seguro. Quando Isak fez o depósito, Ottesen desapareceu, deixando os irmãos Østvang na miséria e à própria sorte. Não havia restado praticamente dinheiro algum, e eventualmente os dois garotos acabaram na rua. Um mês depois, Isak morreu em decorrência de uma pneumonia, e Kasper logo precisou aprender a sobreviver, ainda que usando de métodos não honestos.

Pickpocketing é uma combinação de furtividade e habilidade. Você abre caminho entre o fluxo de pessoas, suas mãos pequenas esgueirando-se para bolsas e bolsos, confundindo seus alvos com a imagem de garoto descuidado que esbarra nas pessoas porque, afinal, jovens não prestam atenção em ninguém além de si mesmos. Você pede desculpas um milhão de vezes até que a pessoa fique irritada com o som da sua voz e, então espera alguns minutos antes de verificar a carteira para ver se o risco valeu a pena. Oslo é uma cidade grande e pequena simultaneamente, então Kaz mudava frequentemente seu local de ação, certificando-se de não roubar a mesma pessoa duas vezes. Foi exatamente da mesma forma com Aron Tjessem - Kaz o viu, e Kaz o roubou. Não sabia quem o homem era; aquilo não era pessoal. Todos os seus alvos se encaixavam nas mesmas três categorias: pessoas ingênuas, pessoas que não sentiriam falta do que ele pegasse, e uma junção das duas anteriores. O homem bem-vestido de meia idade claramente se encaixava na segunda categoria, e Kasper não hesitou.

Três dias depois, enquanto “trabalhava”, Kaz sentiu um puxão em sua mochila; antes que pudesse se defender, encarou o homem ameaçador que dizia que alguém queria conversar com ele. Kasper não ousou contestá-lo e, vestindo sua melhor máscara de rapaz inocente, o seguiu em direção a um carro preto com janelas escuras. Kaz era inteligente o suficiente para entender que correr não é uma opção ali; ameaçou gritar, mas o homem misterioso já sabia que o adolescente não iria querer atrair atenção para si. Além disso, seu chefe só desejava conversar.

Ele não reconheceu Aron no começo e, quando o fez, viu que não era ninguém além de um homem que roubara com extrema facilidade e cuja carteira tinha mais cartões de crédito do que dinheiro. Um silêncio insuportavelmente longo passou entre os dois antes que ele finalmente falasse.

“Eu tenho te observado por muito tempo”, ele disse, e Kasper imediatamente sente-se esmagado e vulnerável - orgulhava-se de passar despercebido pelos locais, e sua decepção estampou-se em sua face. “Não se sinta mal”, Aron disse. “Eu vivo nas sombras, assim como você. Admiro sua coragem de tentar me roubar, embora não tenha conseguido. Já não está cansado de enganar as pessoas na rua com truques baratos e de esgueirar as mãos dentro dos bolsos de turistas desavisados? Truques pífios, pequenos crimes, e para quê? O que seus pais acham de seu pequeno hobby?”

A última pergunta irritou o jovem, mais do que ele achava que poderia acontecer. “Se você veio pedir sua carteira de volta, pode esquecer”, respondeu, dando o seu melhor para olhar o mais velho nos olhos. Aron inclinou-se em sua direção, e Kasper pôde jurar que vira um lampejo vermelho nos olhos escuros.

“Eu tenho uma proposta pra você. Você me devolve a carteira e, em troca, eu te dou algo que nem uma vida inteira de golpes e roubos poderia conseguir.”

Kasper Østvang não sabia que, ao apertar a mão de Aron Tjessem dentro daquele carro, estava selando um contrato com Hades, o deus do submundo e seu pai biológico.

Em seus primeiros anos em Olympus, seus colegas de classe costumavam chamá-lo de “fantasma” - ninguém sabia quem começou com o apelido, mas ele se espalhou imediatamente. Havia algo estranho na maneira como Kasper movia-se silenciosamente de um espaço para o outro; ou em como ele parecia sempre aparecer no fundo das fotos; ou em como, às vezes, alguém podia vê-lo pelo canto do olho, mas sempre que tentava olhá-lo diretamente, ele não estava lá. A invisibilidade foi a primeira habilidade que desenvolveu assim que assumiu sua identidade de semideus. Kaz adquiriu o hábito de observar seus colegas de instituto - conhecimento é poder, e mesmo adolescentes têm consciência disso. Observava-os, tendo a consciência de que, por mais que os conhecesse, nunca tomaria parte em seus grupos.

Apesar do isolamento, Kasper viu-se adotando o rótulo para si - na verdade, aprendeu a gostar dele e do que ele implicava, de como o domínio da invisibilidade lhe veio tão naturalmente que tornava inegável sua ascendência. Com a idade, foi abandonando a postura de adolescente - sabia que precisava dar o seu melhor em Olympus se quisesse atender as expectativas do pai. Ainda não o perdoara completamente por tê-lo abandonado na infância, mas não podia desconsiderar o fato de que ele o havia tirado da criminalidade e lhe dado a possibilidade de um futuro digno e, quiçá, glorioso.

Habilidades:

1. CONVERSÃO ESPIRITUAL: Trata-se da capacidade passiva do filho de Hades de converter habilidades energéticas lançadas contra si em energia espiritual, que lhe fortalecerá. Kasper só poderá absorver pequenas rajadas de calor/fogo que forem lançadas contra seu corpo, as quais simplesmente irão se desfazer ao entrar em contato com o semideus. A habilidade não é páreo para ataques mais potentes do que o descrito.

2. A PRÓPRIA SOMBRA: A sombra de Kasper atua como um certo tipo de defesa. De maneira passiva, sua sombra se modela instintivamente para lhe defender contra ataques surpresa, como se esta possuísse uma consciência própria. A velocidade da sombra corresponde a apenas 5% da velocidade do semideus, e ela absorve um máximo de 5% da força total do ataque direcionado a ele. Por exigir certo gasto de energia, ela só pode ser usada até três vezes por combate.

3. OS TRÊS GRANDES REIS: Os Três Grandes são os três irmãos filhos de Cronos que, uma vez liderados Por Zeus, levaram ao fim o reinado dos titãs sobre o mundo. De tal maneira, quando Kasper lutar lado a lado com filhos de Zeus e/ou Poseidon, receberá um aumento natural em suas capacidades físicas de até 40%. A habilidade afeta apenas suas capacidades físicas, não interferindo em seus dons mágicos.

4. FISIOLOGIA DO DEUS MÓRBIDO: Kasper adquire uma fisiologia inumana, não chegando a ser algo divino, mas ainda assim sendo melhor se comparada a de humanos comuns. Sua pele torna-se tão resistente quanto ferro, e o semideus, ao correr, pode alcançar uma velocidade máxima de até 700 km/h.

5. EXISTÊNCIA SOBRENATURAL: Kasper adquire a capacidade de perceber o plano espiritual e os sinais da morte. Essa capacidade construirá uma conexão fraca entre seus cinco sentidos e o plano espiritual, e o semideus conseguirá ver e sentir coisas que estejam no plano espiritual. A habilidade não é perfeita e não permite que ele tenha imagens vívidas; o semideus enxerga as entidades espirituais como imagens manchadas à sua frente.

6. SOMBRA DOS MORTOS: Sendo filho do Deus dos Mortos, Kaz constantemente liberará uma aura obscura e sombria pelos seus poros, sendo esta responsável por levar o medo as mentes daqueles que o cercam. Sua aura influencia uma área máxima de 5 metros ao redor de si; dentro deste raio, todos os seres vivos sentirão aversão à sua pessoa. Em combate, a aura de modo que seus oponentes tenham sua velocidade de pensamento retardada em até 5%. O semideus não controla a aura, afetando amigos e inimigos.

7. DOMÍNIOS TERRENOS: Entre seus irmãos, Hades era o responsável pelo submundo; porém, o deus também estabelece domínio sobre a terra. Devido a isto, Kaz possuirá certo controle sobre esse elemento, podendo “mergulhar” no subsolo como se estivesse em uma piscina, e permanecer ali por longos períodos de tempo. Ele também consegue construir objetos de médio porte a partir da terra já existente ao seu redor.

8. PODERIO CTÔNICO: Hades era tratado como uma divindade ctônica, sendo altamente relacionado às sombras. Kasper adquire a capacidade de gerar sombras a partir de seu corpo na forma de uma nuvem de fumaça que se espalha em uma determinada área ao redor do semideus a uma velocidade sempre igualada à sua velocidade máxima. Tais sombras se assemelham muito à fumaça, tendo uma capacidade mística que entorpece os sentidos e a percepção geral dos que são cobertos por ela.

9. MORS DOMAIN, TARTARUS: O filho de Hades demonstrará a capacidade de criar um enorme portal para o Tártaro. Tal portal possuirá a aparência de um grandioso portão aberto, através do qual será possível ver apenas escuridão. A presença deste portal cria um efeito no tecido espaço-temporal, semelhante a um buraco negro de menor escala, que fará com que seja impossível o uso de poderes relacionados ao espaço em um raio de 500m. O portal possui um efeito de sucção extremamente poderoso que irá atrair outras criaturas e coisas – terrenas e espirituais. Uma vez que tenha sucesso na sucção, o portal irá se fechar e desaparecer, levando consigo os seres que agora irão se encontrar no Tártaro. A habilidade não é controlável, não distinguindo aliados e inimigos, apesar de não afetar a prole de Hades. Pode ser usada apenas uma vez por embate.

10. MORS DOMAIN, ELYSIUM: O descendente de Hades possuirá a capacidade de projetar sua energia visível através de seu corpo. Tal energia se espalha pelo ambiente seguindo os comandos do semideus e, ao entrar em contato com um ser vivo, conduzirá sua consciência a uma ilusão paradisíaca. A ilusão suprime as memórias recentes de forma que o alvo não se lembre do combate que acontecia há alguns momentos. Durante a ilusão, o corpo do alvo fica completamente paralisado. Pode ser usada apenas uma vez por embate.

11. O CICLO PRIMÁRIO: Hades era responsável por manter as almas dos mortos no submundo, sempre mantendo-as sob controle para não gerar um cataclisma no eterno ciclo da vida e da morte. Em raras ocasiões ele saía de seu reino quando a situação fugia de controle, refazendo tudo para que os seres pudessem voltar a morrer normalmente, ou simplesmente não voltassem à vida. De tal maneira, Kasper adquire um "contador" passivo para habilidades que visem burlar a morte. Na presença do semideus, poderes que visem regenerar ou desfazer ferimentos são suprimidos por um período máximo de 10 minutos. Neste pequeno intervalo de tempo, Kaz consegue matar seus oponentes sem se preocupar com as contra-medidas supracitadas. A habilidade afeta somente poderes regenerativos relacionados ao corpo físico.

12. EMPODERAMENTO VITAL: O Deus Dos Mortos possui a habilidade de se empoderar das almas dos que já foram,, se tornando mais forte com a morte de outrem e absorvendo almas para se tornar mais poderoso. Tal habilidade é transmitida para seu filho, que adquire a capacidade de absorver as almas dos mortos. Kasper pode absorver uma única alma por vez, e, ao fazê-lo, adquirirá uma versão mais enfraquecida de sua habilidade de nível 01 até o fim do embate - uma vez que a luta termine, a alma é libertada e o semideus perde a habilidade adquirida. Caso queira absorver outra alma, terá que “libertar” a primeira, abrindo mão assim de sua habilidade base. O semideus só pode absorver almas de semideuses e criaturas já falecidas.

13. MORS DOMAIN, HADES: Sendo filho do Deus do Submundo, Kasper naturalmente exercerá poder sobre as almas que já não habitam mais um corpo vivo. Devido a isto, o filho de Hades adquirirá a capacidade de transmutar uma área máxima de 10 metros do espaço material ao redor de si em plano espiritual. Este processo é extremamente rápido e é completamente imperceptível aos olhos de outras pessoas. Após a realização de tal ato, as almas dos que estiverem na área afetada serão expelidas de seus corpos. Para os alvos, será como se estivessem em um local exatamente igual ao que estavam antes; porém, ele estará localizado no plano espiritual. Habilidades cognitivas, instintivas e sensitivas não funcionam no período de tempo em que estiverem naquele plano; contudo, se o alvo tiver habilidades relacionadas ao submundo e ao espiritual, irá ter plena consciência de onde está. Kasper consegue sustentar a habilidade por um período máximo de 5 minutos. Os afetados pela técnica terão as almas expelidas de seus corpos, mantendo-se em estado vegetativo até que as almas retornem aos corpos. O filho de Hades consegue perceber perfeitamente a situação nos dois planos e, durante o período de ativação desta técnica, seus ataques físicos irão atingir diretamente as almas dos afetados. Contudo, o contrário também é válido; ataques físicos dos alvos, se bem sucedidos, atingirão diretamente a alma do semideus. Caso a prole de Hades seja derrotada ou subjugada, as almas irão retornar aos seus devidos corpos e irão despertar de imediato, sem sequer notar o que aconteceu. A habilidade pode ser usada apenas uma vez por combate.

14. MORS DOMAIN, REENCARNAÇÃO IMPURA: Utilizando-se do corpo de um recém-falecido, Kasper consegue invocar a alma de um morto de volta ao mundo dos vivos sob seu domínio, a forçando a possuir o corpo do recém-falecido e, assim, "ressuscitando" o morto. Uma vez feito isto, o corpo irá assumir a aparência do ressuscitado; porém, a esclera de seus olhos será completamente escura, e o ressuscitado adquirirá uma grande capacidade de se auto-reconstruir passivamente, sempre retornando a um estado perfeito, a menos que todo seu corpo seja destruído a nível molecular. O ser reanimado não pode ser controlado por outros semideuses de nível abaixo do seu. Apesar de tudo, a habilidade não passa de uma técnica de reanimação forçada: ou seja, se alguém realmente vir a ressuscitar o verdadeiro dono do corpo reanimado pelo semideus, a habilidade será desfeita. Além disto, caso Kasper perca o controle sobre um indivíduo que reanimou, a habilidade será parcialmente desfeita; o ressuscitado ainda seguirá as ordens dadas anteriormente e não o atacará, mas o filho de Hades não poderá mais lhe dar novas ordens.

15. ÁGUAS DO ESQUECIMENTO: Kasper adquire a capacidade de gerar e manipular uma versão especial das águas do Rio Lete. Essas águas não possuem absolutamente nenhum efeito sobre seres vivos; contudo, quando tais águas entram em contato com matéria inorgânica, simplesmente se prendem a esta, não podendo nem mesmo ser evaporada ou congelada, e exercem seu efeito de “esquecimento”, retornando a matéria inanimada ao seu estado anterior de até cinco minutos atrás.

16. RHADAMANTHYS: Nesse nível, Kasper ganhará a bênção de Radamanto, um dos três juízes do submundo. Ao ativar esta bênção, uma figura astral será criada atrás do semideus, na forma de um grande homem que segura um arco, uma representação do próprio juiz. Enquanto exibir essa figura astral, ele conseguirá suprimir dons cognitivos ou instintivos de um único oponente, bem como reduzir sua percepção do ambiente em um limite de até 25%, por um período máximo de 10 minutos. Essa habilidade pode ser usada apenas uma vez por embate.

17. CHAMAS NEGRAS: Kasper adquire a capacidade de manifestar as chamas negras do submundo a partir de seu próprio corpo. Tais chamas possuem a capacidade de queimar tanto o corpo físico quanto o espiritual. Sua habilidade de manipulação das chamas se limita a lançar rajadas ou grandes esferas de chamas negras a partir de seu corpo. As chamas possuem uma temperatura máxima de 200°C, mas já podem danificar levemente o corpo espiritual de alguém.

18. PRÍNCIPE DO SUBMUNDO: Ao ativar tal transformação, todos os atributos físicos de Kasper serão aumentados em trinta vezes. A pele do semideus adquirirá uma tonalidade pálida; seus cabelos enegrecerão e crescerão até atingir seu quadril. Ele terá em sua posse um grande manto de matéria escura não-manipulável que cobrirá suas costas e alcançará o chão. Suas íris ficarão totalmente escuras e assim permanecerão até a habilidade ser desativada. Enquanto estiver nessa forma, Kaz terá a capacidade de manipular e gerar sombras em uma escala quase absoluta. Ele consegue sustentar essa forma por um período máximo de 10 minutos, e só pode usá-la uma vez por combate; após seu uso, o semideus cai desacordado, precisando de um dia inteiro de repouso para se recuperar.

19. ARSENAL PATERNO: Kasper poderá invocar uma réplica do famoso Elmo de Hades; um elmo de cor bronze, feito de ferro divino. Ao ser colocado na cabeça do semideus (ou de outra pessoa), quem quer que o use ficará imperceptível aos cinco sentidos e também a habilidades extra-sensoriais, como se tivesse desaparecido do espaço material e espiritual. O elmo só pode ser invocado em áreas que estejam dentro do campo de visão do semideus.

20. MINI CÉRBERO: Quando Kasper iniciar um combate, um cão infernal será invocado do mundo dos mortos para lhe auxiliar. O cão terá duas vezes a velocidade, a força e a resistência de seu invocador e, por se encontrar no plano espiritual, não poderá ser percebido no plano físico, sendo notado apenas por aqueles que possuírem habilidades mediúnicas, espirituais ou relacionadas ao submundo. O cão também poderá lançar chamas negras de sua boca, ferindo fisicamente os oponentes do semideus. Ele permanece em campo por um período máximo de cinco minutos.

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