#the psychic ( tiresa )

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tuck (for Tiresa because softs)

Muse Reactions - Soft Version || OPEN

>>> [ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse

     It had been a long, exhausting night. A vision had awoken her from her slumber on couch with a violent jolt. This sort of thing wasn’t the least bit unusual for the woman. It was a reoccurring thing in her life. Her visions never really came when she wanted them to. They had their own agenda, their own will. Tonight was no different.

      Except Scott had been dozing off beside her. He would’ve asked questions, but he saw her shaking. He immediately removed his blanket and placed it over her. Then he guided her head to his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her. That simple gesture, that soft moment of affection, it melted her heart and she started to relax.

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STATS || Tiresa

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tagged by: n/a tagging: @itsy-bitsy-spidey , @arachnidbites , @spideyparkcr , @forgedasset , @mister-dxctxr , @notoverlyfond , @odinkin , and anyone else who wants to!

GENERAL

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆     —    STRENGTH. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆     —    OFFENSE. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆     —    DEFENSE. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆    —    SPEED. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆    —    DURABILITY. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆       —    ACCURACY. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆     —    AGILITY. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆     —    STAMINA. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆    —    TEAMWORK. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆    —    STEALTH.

SPECIFICS

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆   —    CLOSE COMBAT. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆   —    BLADED WEAPONS. ( swords, daggers) ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆   —    BLUNT WEAPONS. ( clubs, staffs, axes ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆   —    RANGED WEAPONS. ( archery, guns) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆     —    SUPER POWERS / ABILITIES. ( magic ) ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  ☆ ☆   —    TRAPS / SETUPS. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆    —    MEDIC.

LASTING  INJURIES

Her left shoulder is messed up from taking many bullets during her life.

COMBAT SCARS

Tiresa has a variety of scars. Old bullet wounds, blade marks, burn marks, etc. 

FIGHT  STYLE

bold any that definitely  apply,   italicise any that vaguely apply.

commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged  / mid - ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

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THE MUSE’S MOTHER.

general information:

FULL NAME:   Luiza Ileana Ryan  

MAIDEN NAME:   Gabor

NICKNAME(S) OTHER NAMES:  L, Ana, Ellie

DATE OF BIRTH:  October 11, 1966

NATIONALITY:  Romanian-American

OCCUPATION:  Psychic/Medium 

RELIGION:  Pagan 

SEXUALITY:  Heterosexual

appearance:

FACE CLAIM:  Ana Ularu

HEIGHT:  5′7″

WEIGHT:  150 lb

HAIR COLOR:  Dark Brown

EYE COLOR: Blue

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Cheekbones, contagious smile, mild accent

background:

HOMETOWN (WORLD): Boston, Massachusetts

CURRENT RESIDENCE:  Kansas City, Kansas

FINANCIAL STATUS: Lower middle class

EDUCATION LEVEL: High school diploma

FATHER:  Sebastian 

MOTHER:  Teodora

SIBLINGS:  Larisa (older sister), Lucian (older brother) , & Remus (younger brother)

SPOUSE: Daniel Ryan

CHILDREN:  Tiresa & Dimitri 

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@notoverlyfond

      It had been a few months since Rhea had begged her mother to give the former Asgardian a chance to redeem himself. No one else on their planet had been willing to extend such an offer to him. But, in Rhea’s innocent blue eyes, second chances were always deserved, no matter the evil. So long as they truly sought redemption. Besides, Tiresa’s past wasn’t exactly a good one; her hands were not clean. The child sensed that his intentions were not malicious, that he meant them no harm, so who was she to deny such a request?

      Now, had someone asked the psychic if she had foreseen Loki Laufeyson walking through her shop doors, Tiresa would have laughed. Why would a god wish to live among men? Why would a powerful Asgardian want anything to do with humanity? What would bring him to her small shop in Kansas? Even gods had their stories and sorrows. Loki was no exception. 

      So now the psychic and empath accepted the God of Mischief into their lives. Tiresa put a roof over his head, offered him food, and gave him a job. They were going to teach him how to live among humans. 

      While Tiresa was with a client, Rhea was behind the counter making a crystal necklace. Ever since she had begged her mother to give the mysterious man a chance to prove himself, Rhea often found herself following Loki around. Not out of concern for his possible betrayal, like everyone else on Earth would expect, but out of genuine curiosity. He was of another world, capable of amazing things. Dangerous things. Magic and mischief.

      Thanks to her own unique gifts, Rhea wasn’t afraid of him. The child knew of the incident in New York, of what he could do. But she was gifted with her own powers; she was an empath. While she couldn’t read his mind, the young psychic could read his feelings, his emotions, and his intentions. And, should the circumstances call for it, she could control them. 

      Blue eyes gazed up from their work, focusing on the man before her. Rhea raised the necklace upward, trying to see how it would look on the man from afar. ”You’re right, Loki. Green really is your color!” A brilliant grin as she finished attaching the clasp. The child hopped off her stool and approached the man running the counter. A tan hand reached out to grab his, opening it gently before placing the perdiot pendant in his palm. “I made it for you! Peridot is a calming crystal. It raises confidence, while reducing aggression. It also opens and cleanses the heart. You’ve seemed a little down lately. I hope it helps.”

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Fifty Ways to Kiss Someone || OPEN

8. …in secrecy

     The Diviner and Spider-Man had succeeded in stopping some gang activity. They had been tailing the thugs for weeks, obtaining all the information they needed to take the criminals down. Now the two watched smugly, from a safe distance, as the perps were taken away in cuffs. A feat as great as this one such was cause for celebration.

     Tiresa turned to Peter, a smile on her lips. It was the only visible part of her face as the top half was concealed behind her mask and opaque eye pieces. Her pale fingers moved to quickly undo his mask. She lifted it just enough to expose his mouth before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a tender kiss. 

                                                                                 “We make a great team.”

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❝ I just think you’re really special. You deserve special things in your life. ❞ // for Tiresa cause I guess this might be a thing ?? *side eyes*

Misc. Romance Tension Meme || OPEN

     Pale cheeks flushed crimson as the psychic bit her lip, looking away from him for a moment. Where had that come from? Tiresa certainly didn’t feel like she deserved anything. Not after the things she had done in her life. That said a lot, considering her life wasn’t very long. 

      But the fact that Peter had said this meant the world. He made her heart race and her cheeks flush. He was able to melt some layers around her cold heart. Tiresa didn’t always have to carry the tough girl, beat your ass, exterior around him. She could share anything, no matter how dark, no matter how personal, with him. So if someone as good and kind as Peter thought she deserved special things, maybe she did? 

      “What kind of special things? Like a cute puppy sort of special? Or special like… you?” Her fingers brushed over his hand as she spoke. Blind eyes rose to look at his face, expression thoughtful, curious, and highly vulnerable.

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     “If you’ve come looking for Tiresa, she is dead. My name is Persephone,” the woman crossed her arms over her chest. “My help now comes at a price. If you aren’t prepared to pay, I suggest you move along.”

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In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? (for Tiresa)

Character Development Questions || OPEN

    Given her powers and career, Tiresa is always faced with criticism and skepticism. Since she has received extensive training to use her powers, she really doesn’t listen to criticism. Master psychics and mediums across the globe taught her everything she knows. She comes from a long line of psychics, so she knows how to do her job and how to do it well. Anyone who comes into her shop and tries to correct her are often met with sarcasm and a blatant disregard for their beliefs.

    That being said, she loves to hear how other psychics do their work. She shares techniques with her peers and listens to their own unique way of doing things. But the second someone says she is doing something incorrectly, or needs to change, her attitude quickly flips. 

    Now, when it comes to fighting, Tiresa is always willing to improve. Although she has been trained in many different forms of combat all over the world, to a point that she could survive and thrive as a mercenary, there are still some things she can work on. After all, the woman is blind. Someone might have advice on how her stance looks or how she can better block. 

     All and all, it depends on the topic of criticism. And if it is meant to be offensive or constructive. She can take criticism on just about anything except the use of her powers. Don’t tell her how to be a psychic or medium. 

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@itsy-bitsy-spidey​ called for a miracle

     Tiresa wasn’t a typical teenager; she was a trained mercenary and a psychic. Public school wasn’t exactly her thing. Her parents had sent her away to study under monks, psychics, assassins, and a variety of other skilled teachers. But, upon her return, the teen learned that her parents had been murdered. She was taken in by her maternal grandmother and suddenly the woman wanted Tiresa to have a “normal” education. So here she was, in high school, for the first time in her life.

      Fortunately, during her time away, her teachers made sure to touch on basic education. So the young psychic wasn’t blindsided by an overwhelming amount of required materials. History, psychology, physical education, and foreign languages were her specialty. She would just have to work harder to boost her knowledge on all the other topics.

      Of course her first day wasn’t easy. Tiresa was blind, so naturally certain people would feel inclined to challenge her impairments. While making her way through the empty hall, two boys approached her and smacked her books onto the ground. 

      “Shouldn’t you be at a school for the deaf, dumb, and blind? How are you supposed to learn without your eyes?” One sneered, shoving the teen back a step.

      “You can’t read or write, how are you going to pass your classes?” The other added.

      The teen recovered and tilted her head at the boys. “Honestly, I thought this was high school, not kindergarten. Didn’t your mothers tell you not to harass the impaired?” Tiresa took her seeing cane and, in one swift movement, smacked the boys behind their knees. With a moan, they dropped to the ground, their legs unable to support them.

      As the psychic approached them, she stepped on one of their hands with her heeled boot. The boy hissed in pain, but Tiresa didn’t falter. “Welcome to high school, boys. Today you are going to learn two very valuable lessons. Lesson one: do not fuck with me. I might be blind, but I don’t need my eyes to kick your pathetic asses. If you want to test me on this matter, by all means, proceed to harass me. But, be aware, you will regret it. Now, lesson two: unless you boys want the whole school to hear that you got schooled by a blind chick, you will keep all this to yourselves. And if I learn that you cretins are bothering anyone else, I will find you and shove my heel so far up your asses that you will taste it. Any questions?” Her tone was stern, a little condescending, and entirely serious. “No? Good. Move along. Now.”

       The two scrambled to their feet and took off down the hall. Tiresa sighed to herself. “Damn, I should have at least made them pick up my books.” 

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GENERAL

Name: Tiresa Persephone Swann Alias(es): T, Ti (tie), Titi (tie-tie), Resa (reese-aa); The Diviner Gender: Female Age: 29 Date of Birth: December 25, 1987 Place of Birth: Kansas City, Kansas Hometown: N/A Spoken languages: English, Romanian, Spanish, Russian, and many more Romantic Preference: Panromantic Sexual preference: Pansexual Occupation: Day job = Writer and psychic; Night job = Vigilante

APPEARANCE

Eye color:  Cloudy/milky  Hair color:  Black Height:  5′4″ Scars: Scars of many sizes/shapes/depths around her body, including her arms, legs, back, and chest Burns: Small, quarter-sized burn on right forearm Over weight: Under weight:

FAVORITE

Color: Black? Hair color: Doesn’t have one Eye color: Doesn’t have one Song: Tell Me Why - Three Days Grace Movie: N/A T.V. Show: N/A Food: Dumplings Drink: Herbal tea Book: Iliad or Odyssey by Homer

HAVE YOU

Passed A Levels: Didn’t attend school, per se Passed University: No. Had sex: Yes. Had sex in public: No. Gotten pregnant: Verse Dependent Kissed a boy: Yes Kissed a girl: Yes. Gotten tattoos: Yes. Gotten piercings: Yes, ears. Had a broken heart: Yes. Been in love: Yes. Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes.

ARE YOU

A virgin: No. A cuddler: Yes. A kisser: Yes. Scared easily: No. Jealous easily: No. Trustworthy: Yes. Dominant: Depends on who she is with Submissive: Depends on who she is with In love: Verse dependent Single: Yes, widowed

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have you harmed yourself: Yes Thought of suicide: Yes. Attempted suicide: No. Wanted to kill someone: Yes. Drove a car: No. Have/had a job: Yes. Have any fears: Yes.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Yes, but he is currently unknown to her. Dimitri Rafael Ryan (brother: alive) Parents:   Luiza Ileana Ryan (mother: deceased) and Daniel Trey Ryan (father: deceased) Children: Verse dependent Pets: Yes, her seeing eye dog; a black lab named Cerberus

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@batteredoptimist​

✿   After the loss of her husband, Tiresa desperately needed to leave New York. She couldn’t raise Rhea in the home that once held the light of Jason. Nor could she return to the quiet streets of Kansas, where the woman herself had been brought up. America held too many bad memories for her and she needed an escape. So she packed up her shop and home before waving goodbye to the states. Their sights were set for London.

       Once they had settled into their new home, Tiresa reopened Psychics Descended, which now resided near a beautiful floral shop. Since the woman used a lot of fresh herbs to make some of her products, she found herself in the shop next door. James, the botanist, was truly a delight. He was a bit odd and he held a mysterious air about him, something Tiresa just couldn’t quite put her finger on. But, despite all that, it didn’t take long for the mother and daughter to grow fond of the man. Soon the two were doing business together. 

       Tiresa and Rhea entered Jame’s shop shortly after opening. The bright eyed young girl was carrying a thermos. Being mindful of the plants around her, Rhea ran right over to the man, holding the metal container out to him. “Mr. James! I made some herbal tea for you!”

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A War of Weapons || CLOSED

@vultury

‡    The woman once known for her kind heart and caring nature had died the day her husband was murdered. She soon evolved into a witch that wasn’t afraid to get her hands a little bloody; to dabble in forbidden magic.  Leaving her life of fortune telling and soul searching behind, Tiresa found herself involved in a life of crime. Brushing elbows with her babysitter’s father, the psychic now sold weapons to keep food on the table. And a little extra on the side to ensure that her daughter had a solid and bright future, something that the woman never had herself.

       Tiresa walked into the workshop, head high and back straight, studded heels clicking softly against the concrete beneath; a picturesque example of confidence and power. Although she was physically blind, the witch made sure her colleagues knew that she was a force to be reckoned with. She made up for her disadvantages by working harder. Staying smarter. Being better. This chick was not just a pretty face. When it came to her job, she wasn’t afraid to bare her teeth or ruffle some feathers. 

      Having memorized the entire layout of the lair, the woman walked about with ease. Crossing her pale arms over her chest, Tiresa leaned against the nearest wall. “Sorry to interrupt, but we may want to change our delivery route tonight.” The psychic spoke with enough volume to fill the room, her voice more powerful than the tools the men were working with. Although everyone in the shop could hear her words, her attention rested solely on Adrian, the boss. He was the only person she listened to and respected. After all, they both took on a life of crime for the same reason; F A M I L Y. Nothing was more important to them than their loved ones.

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@focusedsurvival​

☭  Although Tiresa had accepted her blindness decades ago, she still hated some of her natural vulnerabilities. Seeing souls did not help her see the world around her. Distance, height, and other perceptive sights were a daily struggle to sense. Her gifts would never change the fact that she was visually impaired. The psychic relied on the people around her, her seeing cane, and Cerberus, her seeing eye dog. Without those, and extra work from her other senses, it was very hard for her to get around. 

     Things had easily become more difficult after the Avengers parted ways. Tiresa was now a fugitive, forced to move across the world, leaving her old life behind. Though the woman would never regret her decision of siding with Steve and Bucky. After a long life of strict rules, she was not about to let the government decide how she would use her talents. Supporting your strongest bonds and trusting your gut was very important to her as well. And a great friendship had blossomed after it was all said and done.

     Today had not been a pleasant day. Adjusting to this new place had been difficult. It was practically impossible to memorize the layout of the jungle surrounding her new home. So Tiresa had miscalculated her step and ended rolling up down a hill. Not her finest moment.

     A pained groan escaped the woman’s lips as a pale hand raised to cradle her arm. “Fuck. I am okay..” A sigh. “Okay, I lied. I think I may have broken my arm, Bucky.”

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@pcnispcrker​

🔬  Tiresa took her usual seat next to Peter, lunch in hand. Cerberus, her seeing eye dog, gently placed his head upon Peter’s lap. The black lab gave him a pitiful look, begging for a bite of food. Although he was a trained service dog, loyal to Tiresa and always focused on his job, he had grown fond of Peter. Besides, the other teen may or may not have slipped the dog food, on numerous occasions. The young psychic didn’t mind, since lunch was a time for Cerberus to relax.

      “Not saying I did it or anything, but someone just tripped Flash in the hallway. And he might have landed face first in Señora Sanchez’s bosom,” she stated quietly before shoving her pizza into her mouth. 

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Can’t Stay Away | Fitz&Tiresa

☢  You can’t avoid him forever, Tiresa. You work together. You’ll have to go on missions together at some point. Just... get over your feelings. It is better for everyone that you don’t feel this way... And constantly avoiding him is only hurting you both. The psychic sat in the office of her shop, cursing herself for being nothing but a human being.

     “Resa, I am about to close shop, do you need me to do anything before I go?” Calvin called from the front room.

     “I’m coming. Just lock up behind me!” The psychic rose from her seat and exited her office, white cane in hand. Although the woman was now an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., she refused to sell her shop. So she made Calvin, her shopkeeper and best friend, a co-owner to run the shop in her absence. But she still tried to work there between missions, even if the agency didn’t like it. Tiresa made sure that S.H.I.E.L.D. was aware of this prior to enlisting her and to keep her shop off the books. 

     “You should really just be honest and confess. I can’t imagine how hard all this must be after losing Jason, but you deserve to love and be loved, Resa,” Calvin said gently, waiting for her to exit before lowering the bars and locking the door. “I hate seeing you like this.”

     “We both know that I cannot do that, Calvin. Just, forget it, so I can forget these feelings,” she replied curtly. “I know you want this for me, but I just can’t do this. Have a good night, Calvin.” Tiresa walked away.

     Being an part of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t as hard as people would have imagined. Tiresa had trained all her life to be the perfect “agent”. She was immune to any form of psychological torture and trained to withstand most physical pain.The hardest part of her new job was the emotions. Being close to people. Getting attached. Although the woman was a psychic, she had no seen this coming.

     Tiresa proceeded to walk mindlessly, little did she know that she was heading for S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the last place she wanted to be right now. Her mind was so focused on everything she was feeling and how much she hated these emotions. She knew that getting attached, falling in l o v e, would only end in more heartbreak. And god knows how much heartbreak she had already endured.

    Before Tiresa could process another thought, her body stopped and her vision was replaced with something new. These were no longer the smooth streets of the present. No, these were the rocky waves of the future. Just what she needed right now.

    This vision was so quick, so heartwrenching. Everything went by too fast. All she had to hear was his voice, hear his cries. Just as quickly as reality had disappeared, the future was over. It plowed through her every worry, every tiny fear she had, and destroyed them in just a matter of seconds. Tiresa’s eyes were wet with tears and she could only think about one thing. HIM. She had to protect him, no matter what became of their friendship. She wasn’t going to stand by and let him get hurt. She just couldn’t.

    So she ran, tossing her cane aside and relying on how well she had these streets memorized. Rounding every corner without a concern for anyone else. She bumped people, nearly trampled them, but she couldn’t fully focus on the world around her. Tiresa ran as fast her legs could take her. The psychic knew he’d likely be in the lab right now, so that is where she was headed. 

    She stumbled and grew breathless, but she ran. Up the stairs, threw the doors, until she knew she was outside the lab. Busting open the doors, not even waiting to catch her breath, Tiresa shouted, “FITZ!”

    Acting as though she hadn’t been avoiding him, she ran up to him, trying to remember how to speak. “Fitz... you can’t take the next mission. Please,” Tiresa paused to catch her breath. “Please, just, just stay in the lab. Don’t go out. Work on your experiments and... let another agent take the job. Hell, let me take the job. Please. I can’t—I just—You can’t go on that mission. Please,” she begged, unable to stop the tears from forming in her eyes.