#hypomone

I realized how to actually do charts now hahaha shh

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Lil art of her that I had to censor

So here's what the Web Cavalry Gang and Carissa thinks of them :)

(Random note about Nikandros: He tends to avoid Hypomone whenever he's patrolling or doing tasks, like he will keep himself busy to not see her. Hypomone reminds him very much of his late adopted "mother" who he doesn't like very much.. *coughs coughs* mommy issues basically-)

That's all!

Have a good day/night! Also remember to take a rest!

Oh I loved this

Ate it upppp

I do love how you understood that these time for these “evil maid” I went more into a neutral spectrum.

They’re not too evil, but just have morals or ides that does not include or consider the crown of Odysseus, they do not trust his comeback or his figure

Even in case they did call Hypomone a witch, she would never get offended, cause she is that girl who will do rituals or spells for Hecate!

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I felt like only 3 evil maid wasn’t enough so…here I present you 3 new girlies🤭

1. Idalia

Spirit Animal: Leech

Idalia was born frail.

Small, pale, and chronically sick, she grew up in a starving household overflowing with children. Food was scarce, affection even scarcer. Her parents saw her less as a daughter and more as another mouth to feed.

So when a widower offered coin in exchange for her hand in marriage at thirteen years old, they accepted without hesitation.

Her husband was not kind.

He was a brutal man with rough hands and a colder heart, the kind who believed fear was the same thing as respect. Idalia spent years enduring bruises, insults, and lonely nights inside a house that never felt like home.

At first, she obeyed him.

Then she began to hate him.

And eventually, in the quiet innocence of desperation, she started poisoning him.

Tiny amounts.

Crushed poisonous herbs hidden in wine, mixed into stews, kneaded into bread with trembling fingers. She expected immediate results, but nothing happened. Days passed. Weeks. Months.

She almost believed the plants were useless.

Until one morning, her husband did not wake up.

Idalia had imagined freedom would feel glorious.

Instead, she found silence.

No one comforted her. No one protected her. Her family refused to take her back, afraid she had become cursed or dangerous. She was left completely alone in a world that frightened her more than the marriage ever had.

And slowly, loneliness poisoned her far worse than guilt ever could.

Her mind began twisting memories into something unbearable. She started convincing herself that perhaps her husband’s violence had been love in its own ugly form. After all, he had touched her. Spoken to her. Needed her.

Alone with her thoughts, Idalia became obsessive, desperate for affection, incapable of existing without attachment.

When rumors spread that Penelope’s palace sought more servants due to the overwhelming number of suitors, Idalia interpreted it as fate itself calling to her.

At the palace, she became strangely devoted to the suitors — not because she loved them individually, but because she feared abandonment more than morality.

Like a leech, she clung to anyone who gave her attention.

Especially at night.

Due to her anemia, Idalia worked better after sunset, wandering candlelit halls with hollow eyes and soft footsteps. The other maids whispered that she never truly slept.

Only waited.

And if she loved someone, she loved them with terrifying intensity.

The kind of love that suffocates.

2. Hypomone

Spirit Animal: Chameleon

Hypomone was born beneath the shadow of superstition.

Her mother belonged to a secluded cult devoted to Hecate, goddess of crossroads, witchcraft, and the night. Raised among incense smoke, whispered prayers, and moonlit rituals, Hypomone grew up believing that survival depended on adaptation.

Nothing in life was permanent.

Not kings.

Not homes.

Not loyalty.

As a child, she suffered from alopecia, losing her hair in uneven patches until eventually none remained at all. Other children called her cursed. Adults avoided her gaze.

So Hypomone learned to become whoever people needed her to be.

Quiet servant.

Gentle artist.

Obedient believer.

Harmless woman.

Like a chameleon changing colors to survive.

She covered her scalp with delicate veils and adorned her skin with intricate henna patterns she designed herself — twisting moons, serpents, flowers, and protective eyes. The drawings became her armor, turning her body into living art.

People called her a witch.

Sometimes mockingly.

Sometimes fearfully.

Hypomone never denied it.

When Odysseus disappeared and years passed without his return, she accepted what the others refused to say aloud:

The king was dead.

And dead men do not reclaim thrones.

To her, supporting the suitors was not betrayal — it was practicality. Ithaca was changing, and she intended to survive the change rather than perish clinging to old loyalties.

Unlike the other maids who acted out of greed or desire, Hypomone acted out of realism.

Or so she told herself.

But deep down, she admired power. She admired certainty. The suitors represented movement, while Penelope represented endless waiting.

And Hypomone hated waiting.

At night, she left offerings to Hecate at crossroads outside the palace walls, praying not for goodness, but for protection.

For wisdom.

For survival.

3. Rhodopis

Spirit Animal: Wild Mare

Rhodopis was born loud.

Loud laugh.

Loud opinions.

Loud heart.

Raised in the countryside among farms, animals, and open fields, she grew into a broad-shouldered, sunburnt young woman with hands rough from labor and a spirit impossible to tame.

She valued honesty above everything.

Or at least, her version of honesty.

Rhodopis hated weakness, hated hesitation, hated people who spent their lives crying instead of fighting back. She admired strength and confidence, which is precisely why she became fascinated by the suitors.

Unlike Penelope, who waited faithfully for a husband who might already be bones beneath the sea, the suitors acted.

They wanted power, pleasure, change.

And Rhodopis respected that.

She often clashed with the “loyal” maids, mocking their obedience and accusing them of wasting their youth serving ghosts.

Though stubborn and prideful, Rhodopis was deeply emotional beneath the surface. She fell in love quickly, intensely, and possessively, especially with men who gave her attention or challenged her spirit.

Jealousy consumed her easily.

Like a wild mare, she kicked hardest when cornered.

Her flirtations with the suitors were genuine at first, but over time they became tangled in rivalry, envy, and wounded pride. She wanted to be chosen.

Wanted to matter.

Wanted someone to look at her and say:

“You. Stay.”

But in a palace overflowing with greed and lust, affection was fleeting.

Terrified and terrible writer that I am, I find myself endlessly worrying over characterization.  This is especially the case with my current project as it is almost entirely character-centric. 

So, because I am both nervous about The Dodekatheon project and procrastinating on it, I’m just gonna start answering these character development questions.   I’ll be altering/skipping a few, depending on the relevance of each to the story, and be answering them in themed groups, since I tend to be wordy in my responses.

Since most of the information in these surveys will likely only appear in the novel versions of this series, or otherwise has little direct bearing on the comic chapters of this series, they aren’t particularly spoiler-y.  If anything, they should be taken as add-ons or extra material to the comics.