* / 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍

she   sat   on   a   rickety   old   boat   headed   towards   kaos.   she   could’ve   gotten   a   ride   on   the   ferry   or   with   someone   else   ,   considering   how   deep   her   pockets   were   ,   but   meeting   an   old   fisherman   who   made   her   feel   like   home   had   been   a   lucky   find.   he   wasn’t   charging   her   anything   ,   just   asked   that   she   not   fall   over   the   side   of   the   boat   –   as   it   was   a   liability.

she   sat   neat   the   stern   ,   her   face   speckled   with   seawater   and   her   hair   blown   back   by   the   breeze.   this   would   be   her   last   stop   before   returning   home   ,   the   last   place   she   got   to   see   and   enjoy.   she’d   been   to   asia   ,   australia   ,   even   the   northern   parts   of   iceland   –   greece   was   a   spontaneous   decision   ,   because   she   didn’t   want   to   return   home   yet.   she   wanted   to   explore   where   her   family   came   from   ,   but   she   hadn’t   really   been   looking.

on   the   horizon   ,   an   island   sat   in   her   view.   kaos   ,   a   big   tourist   location   –   well   ,   touristy-ish.   reviews   had   sang   their   praises   on   the   island   ,   a   magical   place   of   relaxation   –   a   great   honeymoon   location   ,   and   on   and   on.   saffi   had   rented   out   a   room   at   a   small   ,   family   run   hotel   right   on   the   water’s   edge.   it   seemed   like   a   better   place   to   be   at   ,   rather   than   the   luxury   resort   she   would’ve   stayed   at   had   it   been   a   couple   months   earlier.

“         kaos         !         ”         the   fisherman   shouted   ,   barely   heard   over   the   wind   and   the   sea.   saffi   turned   her   head   to   look   at   him   ,   giving   him   a   smile   and   nod   of   acknowledgement.   

* / QUICK STATS

FULL NAME: saffi  elizabeth  michaelides NICKNAME(S): saf PREFERRED NAME(S): saffi BIRTH DATE: june  ,  ninth  ,  ‘ninety-six AGE: twenty-three GENDER: cisgendered female PRONOUNS: she/her/hers SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual SKELETON: athena

* / BIO RUNDOWN

trigger warnings: drugs , smoking mention

saffi is the daughter of a politician , wow – shocker. her dad’s a little bit of a political celebrity ( and just a regular celebrity ig ) because he’s very handsome , very smart and went on a whirlwind of a presidential campaign the year she was born. he ended up losing and taking a break from politics , but celebrities loved him and he was still that guy you know – cool politics guy.

her mom was an ex-beauty queen and saffi also has an older brother named aaron. anyway, since her dad was this high political figure , she grew up in the nation’s eye – mainly also , because she inherited her parent’s good looks and her brother started acting up when he was a teen.

she grew up reading about herself in tabloids and reading all the horrible articles the magazines printed about her – even though , she shouldn’t have but nobody told her not to read them. but she was so mad every time she saw a headline about herself because uh – she was a prodigy and she was so much more than “saffi caught smoking???? MICHAELIDES KIDS BUSTED????” u know ?

anyway , graduated high school a year early with early admission to Yale. at that point , she was pretty much two iq points away from genius and let’s face it – she’s pretty smart. nobody in the ivies took her seriously because they all assumed her dad had paid her way in , but she took them all by surprise and worked hard to prove herself. she graduated tippy top of her class ( also a year early ) and got the highest lsat score of her class.

went to harvard law from there , because she wanted to be in politics like her dad. people still didn’t really take her seriously because they all assumed she was a dumb blonde with minor genius moments , but again , she proved them all wrong because she’s Tiredt and towards the end of her final year , she started showing promise to become a really great lawyer.

until she was one semester away from graduating and at a party with her “friends” she did some c*ke and someone sent photos of her doing it to tabloids and all her hard work went down the drain so–

she basically ran away. left school on a leave of absence and started travelling to escape her fate in the US and found kaos while exploring her greek heritage !

* / PERSONALITY

she’s very analytical as a person ? she’s obviously more of a thinker than a talker but in one of my headcanon posts i did mention she could be an absolute dictator at times because in high school she did have a regina-george-esque reputation / position.

but really doesn’t speak much unless she wants to prove herself or correct you on something cause she’s That bitch , but everything that comes out of her mouth is thought out and carefully spoken. she doesn’t do anything without thinking of the thousands of ways it could ripple into the future.

isn’t mean , just ... a little distant , a little cold. she’s spent a lot of her years isolated and lonely because her friends always want to be her friend to get some fame and the people who she really wants to be friends with don’t take her seriously so she’s gotten used to the idea of being alone.

* / WANTED CONNECTIONS

honestly i have a connections page but it’s all subject to change because i wrote it with no idea how ur muses would be so ignore everything on there

also ! anything relating to the old myths so how athena got along with ur god ?? let’s go from there ! we can do opposites of they usually feel or run along the same vein !

what’s your age & birthday ? 

her   handwriting   is   neat   ,   almost   so   neat   that   it   might   look   like   it’s   computer   generated   –   just   kidding   ,   but   she’s   definitely   been   there   before.   if   she   had   more   time   ,   maybe   she’d   try   a   little   more   for   perfection.               ‘         i   celebrated   my   twenty-third   birthday   on   june   sixth   this   year.         ’               she   contemplates   a   smiley   face   ,   but   decides   against   it.

where are you from ?

she   almost   cracks   a   smile   ,   thinking   of   home.   but   almost   immediately   thoughts   of   home   and   what   awaits   her   when   she   goes   back   flood   her   ever-busy   mind   ,   erasing   all   thoughts   of   even   attempting   to   smile.               ‘         boston   ,   massachussets.         ’            she   doesn’t   even   want   to   go   back   home   ,   she’s   smart   enough   to   disappear.   she’s   already   formulated   enough   plans   to   disappear   without   getting   anyone   in   trouble   ,   she   knows   all   she   has   to   do   is   execute   it.

describe yourself in three words.

her   lips   purse   ,   a   signature   look   when   she’s   actually   thinking   hard.   most   things   don’t   take   much   effort   for   saffi   nowadays   –   she’s   old   enough   to   know   most   things   and   she’s   always   two   steps   ahead   of   everyone   ,   but   ask   any   question   about   herself   and   she   magically   doesn’t   know   the   answer.               ‘   hard-working,   ’         she   writes   down   one   ,   slowly.               ‘   ambitious,   ’   her   black   pen   scratches   the   paper.               ‘   enterprising.   ’            perhaps   she’s   being   too   nice   to   herself   ,   but   god   knows   she   deserves   it.

what fictional characters do you relate to the most ?

this   question   makes   her   smile.   she’s   always   resonated   with   one   character   and   one   character   alone   ,   physically   and   mentally.               ‘   easy   –   annabeth   chase.   ’         she   misses   her   childhood   ,   reading   the   books   without   a   care   in   the   world.   she   wishes   she   used   greek   mythology   more   in   her   real   life   ,   but   the   law   doesn’t   really   call   for   the   memorization   of   seventy-thousand   ancient   myths   or   quotations   from   the   odyssey.               ‘   rumor   has   it   ,   rick   riodran   based   her   off   of   me.   ’               a   rare   moment   of   witty   humor.

who are you closest to ? describe your favorite memory with this person.

it’s   a   tough   reality   ,   but   saffi   doesn’t   think   she’s   close   with   anyone   ,   really.   this   comes   from   years   of   fake   friends   and   series   of   manipulations   ,   but   at   the   end   of   the   day   –   there’s   nobody   to   blame   but   herself.   she   blinks   ,   pen   hovering   over   the   white   paper.               ‘   my   dad.   ’               she   guesses   ,   it’s   a   good   enough   answer   and   nobody   will   second   guess   it.   she   is   probably   the   closest   to   him   ,   after   all.               ‘   he’s   a   good   role   model   and   he’s   helped   me   through   every   step   of   my   life.   sure   ,   he’s   not   perfect   –   but   nobody   is   and   i   can’t   fault   him   for   being   human.   ’            it’s   not   what   was   asked   ,   and   she   chews   the   inside   of   her   cheek   –   gently   ,   not   wanting   to   give   herself   another   injury.

              ‘   my   favorite   memory   with   my   dad   was   when   i   was   graduating   high   school.   i   hadn’t   turned   seventeen   yet   but   it’d   been   a   really   rough   year   for   me   –   especially   with   my   dad   returning   to   congress   and   everyone   throwing   his   name   around   for   a   presidential   candidate.   the   tabloids   were   ruthless   that   year   ,   i   remember   instead   of   writing   articles   about   me   graduating   a   year   early   and   attending   yale   ,   they   were   talking   about   if   i’d   lost   my   virginity   to   my   newest   boyfriend.   silly   ,   right   ?   considering   i   was   literally   sixteen.   anyway   ,   i   cried   after   graduation   because   while   it   should’ve   been   a   proud   moment   ,   i   had   been   humiliated   all   year.   my   dad   took   me   out   for   milkshakes   at   one   in   the   morning.   we   ditched   the   bodyguards   and   we   went   to   a   little   boxcar   diner   and   we   just   talked   for   maybe   an   hour.   i   don’t   even   know   why   i’m   writing   this   down   ,   nobody   else   knows   this.   it’s   kaos   ,   i   guess.   ’           her   handwriting   here   is   especially   messy   ,   almost   illegible.

what’s your favorite holiday ? why ?

she   doesn’t   celebrate   holidays   ,   truthfully.   they’re   childish   and   she   really   doesn’t   see   the   point   in   them   ,   but   she’s   had   the   same   answer   since   she   was   six   ,   when   adults   started   asking.               ‘   christmas.   ’               she   doesn’t   want   to   elaborate   ,   but   she   forces   herself   to   continue   writing.                  ‘   i   love   the   atmosphere   of   the   holiday.   it’s   snowing   ,   it’s   winter   ,   people   are   kinder   ,   people   are   more   grateful.   it’s   a   good   holiday.   ’   it’s   a   bullshit   answer   ,   one   she’s   perfected   over   the   years   as   it   became   unacceptable   to   say   she   enjoyed   to   expensive   presents   and   the   wine   her   parents   let   her   drink.

what’s a little known fact about you ?

everything   about   her   intelligence   was   a   little   known   fact   to   general   america.   she’d   grown   up   as   the   daughter   of   the   handsome   politician   and   the   ex-beauty   queen   ,   she’d   only   ever   been   known   as   a   rich   girl   with   a   pretty   face   and   a   stunning   smile.               ‘   everything   ,   honestly.   ’               she’s   pressing   down   a   tad   harder   when   she   writes.               ‘   let’s   see   ,   i   graduated   high   school   with   one   year   of   college   complete   and   one   year   early   ,   i   got   a   perfect   act   score   and   near   perfect   sat   score   ,   i   graduated   from   yale   when   i   was   twenty   and   i   got   the   highest   lsat   score   of   my   class   –   but   i’m   sure   you   know   about   my   list   of   boyfriends   when   i   was   a   teen   ,   right   ?   ’               the   words   are   laced   with   bitterness   ,   but   she   can’t   help   it.   she   crosses   the   whole   thing   out   ,   outlining   the   block   of   words   and   coloring   it   in   so   it’s   just   a   block   of   black   ink.   underneath   it   ,   she   writes,               ‘   i’m   allergic   to   strawberries   !   ’

if you could describe your life six word story style, what would it be ?

a   wry   smile   plays   across   her   lips   ,   pen   gliding   smoothly.               ‘   i’m   so   much   more   than   that.   ’               a   sentence   she’s   said   to   herself   all   her   life.   no   explanation   wanted   ,   so   no   explanation   needed.

what’s a song you think will describe your summer in kaos ?