#mydira

Secondary sex: Alpha (Α)

Scent matrix: the hearth - a broad range of warm and earthy scents including wood smoke, vanilla bean, stone, and evergreen trees

Secondary notes: pomegranate, honey, and bready scents

Interesting fact: In general, Mydei's scent tends to be very muted. But there's this weird thing about it, where once you get to know him it behaves differently. But like strictly with people he is familiar. (i.e. if you are a friend of his in a crowd of strangers, others will not pay much attention to his scent, but you alone will be able to notice this interesting quality amongst them.) For the people close to him, his scent doesn't become super strong/overbearing or anything, but moreso very permeating to the senses. Like you will smell him coming from a good ways away. But not in a way where the scent is so strong you know it's him from whatever distance away. It's almost like a second sight, where even if he's coming from behind, his scent meanders it's way to you in the air, slowly becoming more and more potent as he gets closer. Like you can almost tell just how close he's getting and how fast he's moving via his scent alone. You can tell if he starts taking a different direction or if he stops, etc.

Y'know that art of biker Mydei? Yeah, that's him in this AU.

He is the son of a rich CEO/chef (his father, Eurypon) that runs a chain of fine dining establishments. His mother, Gorgo, was simply a gardener that loved food. She grew fruits, veggies, herbs, you name it, and did a little down to earth catering on the side. She often challenged her husband in his views on food and cooking etc. It was something healthy and beautiful that Mydei saw when he was very young, that sprouted his love and interest for food.

When Mydei was a kid, his mother died of a sudden illness. That death changed his father for the worst. It ended up with Mydei being pigeonholed by his father into following in his footsteps in the restaurant industry. Eurypon would lose the whimsy, the warmth, and the experimentation in his relationship with cooking that ultimately made his stewarding of Mydei both ruthless and soulless. The classic tale of "you will succeed me and take over this business I've built, but simultaneously, everything you do or try, despite your talents and creativity, will never be good enough because it is not my cooking or to my standard."

Mydei does genuinely have a fondness and a gift for the cullinary arts, but as you can imagine, this years long contention between him and his dad makes him rather jaded to the "upper echelons" of cooking and all it entails. He craves something less formal, with more personality, that is just fun and delicious. So to seek that out for himself, he tries to distance himself from his father and that sphere of cooking as much as possible. Basically ghosts the restaurant location he works at, ditches his next formal evaluation with his father, cuts off all contact, and moves to another city with nothing but the fund his mom left him and his bike.

One of his father's restaurant locations does still happen to be in this city he moved to, unfortunately, but it is on the far opposite end from where he will be looking at staying. So he's not super worried about it.

He ends up choosing a luxury apartment building that has a few vacancies on the 10th floor. He had hoped to get the room right next to the elevator with a stunning view, but it was taken by another soon-to-be tenant an hour or so before he got there. So he would end up with one of the rooms all the way down the hall with a very comparably beautiful view.

Over the next few months he settles into his new home, gathering furnishings, figuring out places to do his shopping in the city, places to visit etc. He did go looking for jobs in the industry that would challenge him, but despite his skills and experience he finds nowhere will accept him. Even places that said they would be moving him forward in the process of employment. They suddenly have a change of heart. He has a feeling his father had probably gotten him blacklisted for the stunt he's pulled. But he keeps looking.

In the mean time, he kinda just exists. Some stuff that just starts as little things to do become hobbies, and those hobbies in turn kinda become lucrative for him in the end. To where he doesn't really need an employer anymore.

He starts a blog writing about food trucks he visits in the city. He talks about their food, their menu concepts, quality of the trucks themselves and their cooking setups, and recommends improvements in different areas regarding it all. It kinda stirs up a buzz in the city with that particular market, and people really come to value his opinion.

He also starts making little videos on what started as a throwaway account of him just cooking stuff. He never shows his face. Always has on the same (1) getup (2) for his videos. Just makes stuff and ends the video. He quickly finds though, that these videos get traction too. Separate from the attention he gets on his blog, as he does not insinuate any connection between the two online (as of yet). Gets him sponsors n such that help him fund his cost of living fr. He does desire to keep what's left of his mother's fund for him for something more meaningful, after all.

He often wonders if the person that managed to get the apartment he originally wanted had a similar hobby but was more inclined to do baking? He swore every time he passed by their door it smelled like apple pie.

Anyways about his BIKE. That thang is his BABY. A passion project outside of his time cooking that he put his heart and soul into modifying himself. It is his only means of transportation and he monitors it with the same precision he uses in cooking fr. He will be able to tell if the slightest thing is off about it or needs attention and will act accordingly.

He always parks in the same spot in the apartment garage, between a wall near the elevator and a dark gray minivan that, similarly, always parks in the same spot. When it's not there, he lowkey feels like a layer of protection is gone. He always hopes for it to return soon if it isn't there when he returns from somewhere.

Also also, despite all the cooking he does, he mostly eats out/keeps his fridge empty 🧍🏾‍♀️. The nature of his bike makes it so he can only really shop for a few days at a time at most, and he isn't a big fan of having groceries delivered to him. Wants to use his eyes to get the best quality of stuff he can, minimize the possibility of mistakes or nasty mishaps in transit on the part of the person delivering and all that.

Now for Sadira:

Secondary sex: Omega (Ω)

Scent matrix: seasonings - a broad range of herbs and spices including cinnamon, lavender, pepper, and mint

Secondary notes: apple, rose, and parchment

Interesting fact: Sadira never leaves her abode without a scent blocking band around her neck. Even if it is for but a few minutes to go downstairs and get her mail. Sometimes she even wears it in her own home when she has company over. For events where she needs to dress up a little more, she wears one with a little pearl on it. Really, she likes to keep it simple. Why she does this, you ask? A few reasons. One: she is just an omega girl in a scary world. Two: lowers chances of discrimination if people have to guess what her secondary sex is. The third and most substantial reason, is that it has always seemed people find her scent... offensive. People have crinkled their noses, glared at her, straight up asked her to leave certain areas, or even had genuine like pseudoallergic reactions to her scent before. It's not that the scent itself is bad, but that it's so complex and can often be a little much for others to process. It registers to them as this muddled amalgam of notes that clouds their senses in a rather unpleasant way. Very few people know what she smells like these days. No one in this new city she's moving to will know. It does makes her a little sad that such a major part of her existence as an omega is her biggest insecurity, but c'est la vie...

Sadira comes from a long line of titans of the book industry. Authors, publishers, editors, booksellers, researchers, etc. Her dad is one such publisher, with connections and reach far and wide. That being such, he is going everywhere, all the time, all across the country. He does reach out every once in a while, but ultimately remains rather distant. It's been that way since the death of her mother, who lost her life in childbirth when Sadira was younger. Her mother, Maelani, was a beloved children's storybook author/artist before she passed. Touched the hearts of many and taught many children valuable things through her works.

It has always inspired Sadira, but she doesn't know if that is what she's meant to do. She doesn't really know what she is meant to do. She does want to stay in the same field her parents have for generations, but wants to do something new, something special, something of her own. So she's moved from her home in which her father no longer resides and into this new city to explore herself. She'd managed to snag a position consulting different public libraries in the area before moving, so she was pretty set for income once she'd arrived.

This was a big city, and it was more convenient for her job that she don't live on the outskirts in a neighborhood somewhere. That, and a house is a rather big commitment for her to just be finding her bearings. So she figured a luxury apartment was the closest thing she could get that would fit for what she needed it for. She was able to find a nice building surrounded by some useful places with some open spots on it's 10th floor. Lucky her, her apartment was right by the elevator. Oh the sweet relief of being able to slip inside her abode as soon as she put the world behind her with the close of the elevator doors. She imagined that'd be so lovely after a long day. Could rip off her scent blocking band as soon as possible and just vibe.

She'd managed to claim a pretty good spot near the elevator for the garage too, thank goodness. Would be a little spooky to have to walk around that place at night. Though she supposed if she didn't have this spot and was a little too scared to leave her car, she could just put the seats down and sleep there. She's got spare pillows and blankets in there and everything stashed away. How, you ask? Or why? Well, her choice of vehicle happens to be a dark dray minivan with stowaway seats. People always asked why she would choose such a thing if she doesn't have kids or a big family to drive around. And the simple answer is that it's practical. Could carry a lot of people, could carry a lot of groceries, could transport large things like furniture, tools, tvs. It just made sense. And it definitely came in handy with her move. She found with her new job, she was transporting a lot of stuff for the libraries too, so life was made easy peasy with her ride!!

Though, the longer she lives there, she does wonder what it must feel like to kind of do the complete opposite? To simply want to carry yourself and not worry about extra factors? To truly feel the speed of what you ride in a different way? The clearly well cared for motorcycle always parked next to her, that always smelled faintly of pomegranate, made her wonder... She had never managed to see its rider.

Anyways, the longer she was in the city, the more she began to see a path that she found interesting that she could focus on in her work. She found that integrating more spheres of online niches in with physical libraries might be an interesting venture! Something that would maybe bring more people into libraries. Possibly in the future she could arrange events inviting different writers and creators with an online presence to these places?

One of the blogs she had been enjoying visiting often lately, was this one where someone provided commentary on their experiences with food trucks in the city. And it's CRAZY but lowkey silly because it feels like somehow this person is always reading her mind. She swears every time she goes to read a new entry about a different food truck, it JUST so happens to be one that's selling food she was craving recently. So obviously, she has to make a visit to them herself, and compare her experiences and thoughts to what she read from the blogger once she eats.