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── .✦ personality.

Vera's personality is akin to the tide — one moment, all consuming, pulling you under, then the next low and cold, a stillness to her that comes with eons of stolen life. Every hair is perfectly in and out of place, though her mask of humanity can feel like a role she is playing, rather than any truth lying there underneath. It is only those she is closest to that see underneath the bite, the softness, the innocent, the trapped woman she still is. They are privy to the hurt and the lust for life, the girl who wants to change, to be free and seen as more than just a walking horror story. Those few are allowed her vulnerabilities like a solemn vow, not to be shared with others.

── .✦ backstory. tw snakes, death, graphic(ish) depictions of death

The story goes that she was loved so much, a soulful man traveled into hell itself to find her again. That his song, so mournful and true, was enough to lull the hound of hell to sleep, and to melt even the Queen of the Underworld's heart. But the betrayal of his turn, or perhaps it was the gods laughing right in their faces — forever changed her as the sun cast again undead skin, apparition made corporeal once more. And it scarred her heart. Her rebirth — if you could call it that — was the gods releasing her unto the world, as a twisted being, her mortal self remembered as the angelic face gone too soon. Now a hungry, desperate thing, slithering against the earth with the cravings of flesh and blood fresh and pumping against her teeth. What had once been soft, and free, dancing with the nymphs and prepping for her wedding day, was now a serpent's maw, poisonous and ravished. It took her decades to come to terms with her new form, to find the in between and the mask of humanity she could wear. It was even longer before she remembered how to do more than hiss. The song that became of her — the legend of love and honesty and desire — it became her touchstone. Her reminder, her truth. She was more than what had been made of her. The gods were cruel, but that didn't mean she had to be too. Centuries were spent learning the balance of human and lamia. Teeth and fangs. Woman and serpent. Eurydice found other lamias, cold blooded creatures like she who kept her close, safe, afraid of the world. And for a time, it was sanctuary to not have to look over her shoulder. To sleep in the pit of a viper's nest and fear for the person who stumbled across her, and not herself. But, just as she once ventured into the woods to dance, she slipped to the main isle to watch. The only consequence of Kairos was that she had not come sooner. And soon, she adopted a name, a manner of speaking, a small spark in her eyes that she thought had been lost to her serpent reappearing. Though, even as decades pass, there is hesitation in her steps, an eye out for a viper at her ankles as if it could harm her now. But once dead was enough for her, and she would do anything — take anyone — to ensure it won't happen again.

── .✦ headcanons.

pretends to be cold, but craves connection. is trying to relearn how to be who she once was, but fears she has been lost forever.

often gets irritated reading recent studies of greece since she lived it. doesn't have the words to formulate it though.

spends a lot of time by the beach, has a bit of hylophobia so she doesn't go into the woods if she can help it.

uses a lot of crystals and stones to calm her, believes in witchcraft deeply. though she is weary of tarot, runes, and casting bones.

(   lucy   boynton   /   unknown   /   she,   they   )   touched   by   destiny,   catarina   de'   medici   steps   onto   the   shores   of   kairos.   the   fury   has   threads   woven   with   humming   lullabies   to   the   echo   of   herself,   a   cracked   music   box   playing   backwards,   and   love   lingering   where   vengeance   cannot   reach.   they   are   accompanied   by   whispers   of   a   prophecy:   ❛   beware   the   porcelain   voice   adorned   in   gold.   her   song   unravels   what   we   cannot   mend.   when   she   sings   herself   away,   only   the   echo   shall   linger   —   unless   the   mirror   calls   her   home.   ❜   only   time   will   tell   if   the   porcelain   doll   is   here   to   fulfill   their   fate   or   bring   about   its   ultimate   undoing.

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full name : kisa montenegro .

age : 30 .

date of birth : june 21st.

occupation : emt / bottle girl on the weekends  .

species : lamia .

language(s) spoken : english  ,  spanish ,   greek .

hair color :  brown .

eye color : brown .

notable scars : n/a .

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positive : resourceful ,  fierce .

negative : unapologetic ,  impulsive.

moral alignment : true neutral .

deadly sin : greed .

element : earth.

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : her loved ones and her job .

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grandfather : ramon montenegro.

father : unknown . †

mother : renata montenegro. †

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⸻  the montenegros are a small family of hunters that kisa was never suppose to be born into. known for hating all supernatural and wanting to eradicate them, but as fate would have it , renata montenegro found love where it wasn't suppose to be and the price was paid with her lover's life when her father , ramon , killed him .

⸻ when renata found out she was pregnant, she had no other choice but to run away and leave the hunting life behind. for the next 8 months, ramon spent most of his resources looking for his only daughter. unaware of the fact that she was pregnant , until she finally found her .

⸻ for a moment he was unsure of what to feel other than she had to terminate . kill the possible shifter . renata begged and pleaded and screamed at her father. the stress of it all made her water break and without a choice ramon , took her to the hospital. unfortunately , renata would not survive childbirth. leaving the crying baby in the arms and care of her father.

⸻ ramon gave one look at the crying baby and realized he couldn't go through in killing the baby. by the family code , he should have done it. Gotten rid of the small abomination tainting the montenegro bloodline. It only made him realize just how drilled the family code is in their head. the montenegro children raised to be little soldiers. something his daughter always said she did not want.

⸻ at first , ramon didn't know what to do but decisions were made after a month and he decided to move and raise his granddaughter , kisa , as normal as he could . learning about kairos after 5 years , he moved packed their bags and moved. there he paid a strega to spell a necklace in surprising kisa's ability to shift.

⸻ deciding to keep the veil down to the supernatural world , ramon raised kisa as normal as he could. other than taking the girl on their yearly hunting trip and fishing trip , while ramon would care for her , kisa would do the same. looking out for one another. While she knows her mother died giving birth to her , kisa never asks about her father considering she once did and the face her grandfather made scared her as a little girl .

⸻ kisa knew who she was from a very early age. For as long as kisa could remember, everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special. Something intangible. Something immeasurable. And she had confidence. she's not one to keep her thoughts to herself. honest, tough, and loyal. kisa is always willing to listen to her friends’ problems and offer sound advice.

I.

FULL NAME DOMENTZIA LASKARINA, NOW KNOWN AS DOMENTZIA LASKARIS MONIKERS/NICKNAMES. HAS HAD MANY NAMES OVER THE YEARS. EVERY COUPLE OF CENTURIES, SHE RETURNS BACK TO HER VERY FIRST NAME. SOME CALL HER DOMENA. AGE OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD SUPPOSEDLY. BORN 3RD OCTOBER, 1091, IN PORPHYRA CHAMBER, GREAT PALACE OF CONSTANTINOPLE. MAKING HER A PORPHYROGENITA, "BORN AND BRED IN THE PURPLE." CLASS VAMPYR. OCCUPATION EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF SHE HAS PROBABLY DONE IT, BUT HISTORIAN, POLITICAL ADVISOR, INFORMANT, WRITER, SCHOLAR, AND NOW EVEN A DEAN. STYLE INCREDIBLY RIDDLED WITH ROYAL FLAIR. NOT TO SAY THAT HER STYLE IS OUTDATED, RATHER EVERYTHING ABOUT HER FEELS AND SEEMS RATHER LUXURIANT. SCENT SAFFRON, ANICE AMBER, MIXED WITH A DASH OF SOMETHING FLORAL.

II.

born during the last golden days of the byzantine empire, domentzia laskarina, of the laskaris dynasty, was a byzantine greek history. her father, andronikos laskaris had been both a brother and cousin to four of the former reigning emperors. during her rather short lifetime, at least as a human, domentzia wrote two medieval and historical texts depicting the emperor and political scene that had shaped her life at court. blessed with tutors throughout her childhood, she had been trained in subjects that included astronomy, history, military affairs, geography, and mathematics.

she never married, though her parents had attempted many times to entwine her in marriages with several political figures to secure her position, most notably, alexios isaakios, an aristocrat and military commander. though engaged, alexios military crusade had thwarted her parents' plans. it's noted, however, that alexios encouraged her scholarly interests and even poured money into her esteemed intellectual gatherings.

her life was cut short at the age of thirty-four, when she was killed during a political schism and a series of courtly betrayals in 1125. knife to the throat, domentiza met her end and was supposedly buried in a mausoleum. above her tomb rests an  inscription which is: ''by living i died a thousand deaths...''

once awakened and fully turned, domentzia escaped from constantinople, and began a journey that seemed to be without an end. she saw it all, the fall and rise of kings and countries, changing tides, new beginning of the world, but despite it all, she always remained true to her one cause — writing, recording, attempting to keep history and knowledge preserved.

over the countless years, domentzia has had many names, most of which were simply a decent cover and a way to blend with the mortals. she dined with philosophers, entertained politicians, participated in ploys, and experienced hedonism that most could not even dream of.

as a vampyr, she's known for being indulgent, voracious even when the moment asks for it, a hunger that's a thousand years ago. most vampyrs, unless in her age bracket, fail to know just how old she truly is, and the thing is that domentzia never quite tells the truth.

drawn to kairos, she feels a sudden shift in her emotions that she can't properly describe. all the years have made living rather dull, numbing her senses, but something now feels awfully different. despite everything, there's a strange nagging that reels her in like a siren song and that is to see or rather feel the sun upon her skin, without all the magic, like she did once, a thousand years ago.

in the more recent years, she switched back to her old name, domentzia, though most may call or know her as domena. she's currently the dean of lyceum, a title that, even know, brings her pride.

𝐈.    ⠀ 

basic information.

full  name: kiara  marie  cohen  nicknames: kie.   age:  25.  horoscope:  march  12,  pisces  gender  +  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  bisexual.  place  of  birth:  pittsburgh, pennsylvania (moved to kairos a year ago to chase information).  occupation:  working  at  the  inkspell  bookshop. moral  alignment:  neutral  evil.  spoken  languages:  english,  greek,  sign  language.

familial information.

mother:  marie  evelyn  cohen.  father:  unknown,  unimportant.   other  family  members:  grandmother  alana  hellen  cohen.  former  coven  'sisters  of  quiet  mercy'.

physical characteristics.

eye  color:   brown.  hair  color:   light  brown.   tattoos: several  across  her  body,  runic  and  ancient  in  nature.  scars: none.   build:  regular.  distinguishing  marks:  a  birthmark  on  her  right  thigh,  same  as  the  women  in  her  family  leading  back  centuries.

𝐈𝐈. 

tw death, grief

1.  )  early childhood.

kiara  was  born  an  only  child  to  a  woman  who  never  particularly  wanted  children.  that  is not  to  say  that  the  two  of  them  did  not  have  a  good  relationship.  they  were  respectful  of  one  another,  never  too  close  and  never  too  distant.  the  coven  provided  kiara  and  marie  with  a  village  needed  to  raise  a  child,  and  so  for  a  while  as  she  was  growing,  kie  wanted  for  nothing.  she  had  friends,  she  had  family,  and  a  world  of  magic  to  discover.

2.  )  teenage years.

when  kiara  was  older,  she'd  realised  that  grown-ups  lied  a  lot.  they  put  up  masks,  projected  images  and  realities  they  wanted  the  younger  ones  to  see.  but  they  could  not  lie  their  way  out  of  politics,  it  seemed.  and  so  when  the  tyrants  came  at  night;  she  was  unprepared.  she  watched  as  the  monsters  ripped  her  family  apart.  she  watched  as the  witches  tried  to  fight,  as they  called  upon  ancestral  magic  and  old  promises  and  it  amounted  to  nothing.  their  enemy  was  stronger,  coated  in  shadow  that  consumed  every  woman  that  stood  in  its  wake.  all  kiara  could  do  was  hide,  cower,  stand  perfectly  still.

that  night  remains  a  blur,  and  she  has  yet  to  uncover  who  and  what  came  in  the  night  to  take  her  coven,  to  slaughter  her  family.  she  has  yet  to  understand  why.

3.  )  the new pact.

when  she  could  finally  move,  she  ran.  through  the  thick  forest,  cold  rain  and  echoing  thunder,  she  ran.  when  she  could  no  longer  run,  lost  in  the  dark  forest  that  sang  and  whispered  all  around  her,  she  called  out  for  help.  out  of  the  shadows,  came  a  raven,  dark  as  night  with  long  feathers  and  curious  eyes.  the  bird  became  her  familiar,  and  she'd  followed  him  out  of  the  forest,  out  to  the  clearance,  into  a  new  dawn.

4.  )  the revelation. 

she'd  spent  two  weeks  on  the  street  before  she  was  found  by  her  maternal  uncle.  by  then,  her  mind  had  all  but  erased  all  the  horrors  she'd  seen  the  night  of  her  family's  downfall.  she  went  back,  to  their  shared  house,  to  her  old  home.  she  packed  up  many  things,  she  tried  to  make  sense  of  life  as  it  was  anew.  but  all  she  could  find  were  notes,  exchanged  with  the  kairos  coven.  letters  speaking  of  danger,  of  monsters,  of  blood.

kiara  does  not  know  if  the  kairos  coven  had  anything  to  do  with  the  downfall  of  her  coven,  or  if  any  of  the  members  know  anything  at  all.  but  it  is  the  only  trail  fresh  enough  for  her  to  follow.  she  has  moved  close  to  them,  studied  them,  and  soon,  if  all  goes  as  it  should;  she  might  be  able  to  join  them.

5.  )  moral understanding. 

having  spent  years  without  a  coven,  kiara's  magic  ached  for  something  more. something  strong  and  powerful  enough  to  keep  her  company.  and  she  found  such  a  thing  in  scriptures  that  were  not  for  her  to  hold.

she  has  been  dabbling  in  dark  magic  for  years.  it  feeds  on  her  anger,  her  loneliness,  her  fears.  but  power  is  also  addictive,  and  consuming  and  she  does  not  care  to  let  it  go.

her  life  revolves  around  a  single  night;  and  there  is  no  price  so  high  she  would  not  pay  for  revenge.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 

traits.

positive  traits:  cunning,  adaptable,  intuitive.  negative  traits:  vengeful,  cold,  treacherous.  likes:  floating  in  the  sea,  cold  nights,  hot  drinks,  quiet  people,  chess,  generosity,  birds  (her  familiar  in  particular),  dark  colours.  dislikes:  loud  noises,  thunder,  expectations,  tardiness,  crowds.

personality.

ever  since  the  night  her  family  and  coven  was  killed,  kie  has  been  living  life  with  quiet  and  potent  rage.  she  dreams  of  revenge.  she  detests  the  weakness  that  held  her  back  from  stepping  in,  the  cowardice  that  urged  her  to  sit  back  and  watch  as  the  others  fought  to  protect  one  another.  she  carries  an  ocean  of  guilt  which  spills  into  seas  of  anger  that  stay  hidden  beneath  a  calm  and  sunny  surface.

because  kiara  is  always  calm.  almost  eerily  calm.  she's  observant,  and  cunning  and  intuitive.  she  enjoys  learning  people,  she  enjoys  studying  the  way  they  think  and  function,  all  the  ways  that  make  them  'tick'.  she  finds  ways  to  get  under  peoples  skin.  ways  to  make  people  trust  her;  all  for  a  single  purpose  --  the  truth.

headcannons.

kiara  is  very  good  with  words.  she  hides  well  behind  a  smile,  and  she  can be  quite  charming  too  if  she  puts  her  mind  to  it.  it's  almost  impossible  to  tell  if  something  bothers  her.  and  she  will  lie  to  adapt  to  her  company  and  get  them  to  trust  her.

she  does  have  the  ability  and  an  innate  desire  to  care  for  people,  to  love  people,  to  protect  them.  but  at  the  same  time,  she  never  lets  herself  get  close  enough  to  actually  do  it.  it's  very  cliche,  but  she  truly  does  see  love  as  weakness  and  the  easiest  thing  to  exploit  and  use  as  leverage.

because  she  doesn't  know  what  kind  of  creatures  killed  her  family,  she  has  been  sort  of  disliking  all  supernatural  beings.  she  sees  them  all  as  abominations,  including  herself  and  the  other  witches.  however,  this  doesn't  stop  her  from  creating  mutually-beneficial  relationships  where  she  sees  fit.

as  a  witch  dancing  with  the  darkness,  she  does  favours  for  other  humans  and  supernaturals  that  most  witches  might  not  be  too  keen  to  do.  for  the  right  price,  of  course.

𝐈𝐈 , basic information .

name . . . cosimo de' medici .

nicknames . . . cosi .

species . . . erinys ( fury ) .

age . . . ancient .

date of birth . . . september 30th .

place of birth . . . unknown .

pronouns . . . he , him .

sexuality . . . heterosexual .

residence . . . the isle of kairos .

languages . . . all languages , including communication with animals .

occupation . . . owner of nevernight .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 , personality .

zodiac sign . . . libra .

negative traits . . . arrogant , guarded , possessive .

positive traits . . . loyal , resilient , passionate .

hobbies . . . cooking .

𝐈𝐕 , appearances .

faceclaim . . . dominic sherwood .

height . . . 1,85 cm .

hair color . . . blond .

eye color . . . blue and brown .

notable facts . . . most people notice his eyes , which are blue and brown due to a condition called heterochromia . while he has wings , he keeps them hidden from most curious gazes , unless he carries out his divine retribution . they are white with threads of gold laced through them , slithering like serpents when he gets emotional .

𝐕 , relatives .

parents . . . deceased .

siblings . . . twin sister , younger sister .

familiar connections . . . catarina de' medici ( twin ) , valeriya aydin ( sibling ) , alexandra de' medici ( sibling) , aurora de' medici ( daughter) .

pets . . . snakes, nefeli ( hellhound ) .

𝐕𝐈 , biography .

despite being born human , cosimo always carried a sense of destiny far greater than the world around him . demanding of both himself and others , he has never been an easy presence , but those who managed to earn his trust gained a friend with undying loyalty . that is , until fate intervened and ended both his and his twin's lives far too soon . among the first to live and the first to die , his soul was never meant to find rest in the shadowed stillness of the underworld . the elyisan fields held no healing for him . instead , he became something far more ancient and enduring ⸻ one of the first erinyes , an immortal embodiment of divine retribution , bound to the will of the fates . while others might struggle with the burden placed upon him , cosimo embraced it . immortality was not a curse but a gift that finally matched the scale of his ambition and serving the fates granted him a purpose that no mortal life could ever fulfill . he has moved between the mortal realm and the depths of the underworld for centuries , leaving his mark wherever he walks . one such mark was left on a noble house in renaissance italy . after a violent attack on the house of medici , cosimo assumed the role of heir and brokered peace to end the blood feud . what began as a tactical union grew into something more ⸻ a bond of respect , power and a sense of love , which is why he protects the offspring of the house of medici to this day . his most recent return to the isle of kairos is not his first and likely not his last . the place that is steeped in magic and mystery calls to him , as it does to so many other creatures . whether he walks its shores for pleasure or business remains a question only time - and the fates - may answer .

𝐕𝐈𝐈 , wanted connections .

familiar . . . potential relatives of the medici household .

romantic . . . tba .

platonic . . . a best friend , a frenemy , a daemon that he has been guiding , tba .

I. STATS

name: nikhil verma date of birth: 5th july zodiac: cancer species: human occupation: owner of the drunken oracle, hunter of supernaturals pronouns: he/him orientation: pan pinterest: (tbd)

II. TRAITS & AESTHETIC

persuasive, compelling, kind, tendency to be biased around supes, stickler of the rules, pessimistic (internally tbh), hunts because he 'has' to not because he 'wants' to any longer, *dad stance*, night incarnate, chewed fingernails, the moon being the guiding light in the sky, the curse of faith and evil, protective papa bear vibes , lone survivor .

III. BACKSTORY (tw parental loss)

luck would always run out and wear thin . that is what nikhil had learned very young, in a crowded family , but one teeming with love . sometimes luck was tangled with fates , sometimes a bad choice was all it took it skew it , but his parents luck had run thin before he'd ever even reached double digits . the one thing many decided for him was simple : he was going to live and die within his home town , and nothing special would manifest in the in between. when his parents died , entangled in what fate decided of them (so it seemed) , nikhil could hardly cope . wrangling his 5 other siblings , keeping things in line , it all felt impossible .

somehow , he prevailed , somehow he made it to his own teen years . but secrets were hard to keep hidden , even in death and it wasn't long before he discovered truths of his own family lineage . how his parents were hunters , those who provided fragile order over this world whenever they could . scrawled and frantic journal entries of the daemon that had decided their story was through , and two people who - albeit were not perfect - still tried to avert what the fates had damned them to . death still came for them anyway . and grief was cruel . to nikhil it felt as though his heart swayed to many different opinions - hatred that his parents still brought them forth to this world , understanding that they still tried to toe a line of normalcy in their avoidance of fate - but death still came for them anyway .

learning of this did not imbue nikhil with pride, but he walked forth to this responsibility anyway. it was not easy to train one's self in such violent tendencies, but he learned all the same. practice made perfect, mistakes strengthened his resolve, and any scar or close encounter allowed his wit to be fortified. he started this in a selfish pursuit, to find whatever infernal creature had done this - fates be damned - but over the years it had indeed become about protecting those - much like the child he had once been - who could not protect themselves from the collateral inflicted by such creatures.

kairos had meant to be temporary , following a lead , still young enough at twenty5 as he wandered to the island. yet somehow it had been established as a house for him - never a home - nikhil opening the drunken oracle, meeting various other hunters who seemed drawn to this place. many moved on, hunters went to their next mark, but nikhil remained for the most part. there was something here, whether it was tied to his fate or not, which had drawn the hunter to stay and he's been here the last 4teen years as a result.

IV. WANTED CONNECTIONS

ashes and dust - the daemon who indeed had something to do with his parents death. this is a big connect and can be messy, violent, not a savory ending, etc, but i'm open to having said character in play for some snarky and unhealthiness to ensue.

knives and bourbon - standard hunter connect via the drunken oracle but would love to dig deeper via each character as he's owned it for the last 13 years!

salt and sugar - interested in an ex connection (any gender, up for discussion via species) it would likely have ended as a means of wanting to 'protect' the other from his own crappy life and coping mechanisms HEHE but can be discussed !

moonlight and silver - he has many siblings but i would like one (said evilly) that has since been bitten by a woof since this all began.

bane and rot - standard enemy supernatural connect. he missed his mark and you're still angry about him having the audacity to try and git ya!

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

birth name : δίδυμα. pronunciation : thee-dee-mah . nicknames : thomasina ( self given alias ) , tomi ( preferred name ) , thee ( exclusive to people who have known them more than two centuries ) , dima ( similarly , you gotta be a couple of centuries in ) . date of birth , age : ??? , three hundred and thirty three ( appears twenty - five ) . place of birth : the underworld . gender , pronouns : kinda ancient and therefore kinda genderless but demi woman , she / her , they / them . orientation : queer . occupation : imagine i give this bitch a job at mcdonalds or something . idk tbd .

𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

height : five foot five inches - 165.5 cm . build : petite , average muscle mass , stronger than they look but they're not telling anybody that . hair : dark brown , almost black and falls down her back in ringlets and until about mid back . eye colour : a soft purple depending on the light . would wear contacts around humans but since the popularity of contacts hasn't really bothered much in a few decades . notable features : moles and beauty marks , slightly hooked nose , curls and sheer abundance of hair , full lips , strong brows . faceclaim : odessa a'zion .

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

natal chart : sagittarius sun , scorpio moon , leo rising . moral alignment : chaotic evil . mbti : enfp , the campaigner . positive traits : witty , loyal , open-minded , resourceful , clever , charming , quick thinking , intuitive , free spirited , friendly . negative traits : vengeful , stubborn , spiteful , eccentric , obsessive , mercurial , temperamental , impulsive , reckless , immature , avoidant , confrontational , impatient , hedonistic , lazy . character inspirations : kara zor-el ( supergirl ) , yelena belova ( marvel ) , percy jackson ( the percy jackson series ) , joy ( everything everywhere all at once ) , theo crain ( the haunting of hill house ) , grace le domas ( ready or not ) , alyssa ( the end of the fucking world ) , klaus hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) , roman roy ( succession ) , orestes ( greek mythology ) , shuri ( marvel ) .

𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 .

tomi was born as half of a set . one of two , a duo tied together by blood . perhaps tomi should've been tethered to other things : a mother , perhaps . or a father , even . but she had neither . only a sister .

it was fine . it was all they needed .

the fact was , tomi was content . really , and truly content .

okay , well , perhaps they were a little bored . the underworld was predictable . it might come as a surprise but flame and shadow and guiding souls to their fate over and over and over becomes dull after the first few thousand times . trust them , they could attest . but they had their sister , and their place . they wanted for very little . sure they itched for excitement then but in hindsight tomi will look back on that first dull , peaceful century as the best of their life . it was when they and their sister were inseparable ; when they were whole . when she'd be playing in the shadows with them . when she'd be scolding them more often than not when they inevitably slacked on their duties . when she grudgingly and perhaps quite allowed them to drag her up above despite her own protests . and yet she allowed them regardless . their sister . that first century had her shadows all over it .

perhaps they didn't realize it at the time but it's likely that they were more than content . even in their escapades without their twin by their side tomi had the tendency to entertain themself . toying with humans just for the fun of it . slipping into balls and masquerades for sport . enjoying drink and merriment and at the end of the day returning , always returning , to their sister to tell her the tales . even as her head shook in disapproval tomi knew she liked the stories . it'swhy she resolved to make so many more . if her sister would not enjoy the world with her then she would live it for her and return to tell her all about it . after all , was that not the job of a twin ? to make up for what the other lacked ? tomi could do that . she resolved herself to it .

that was until her sister did have a story of her own to tell . or at least tomi assumed she did . the first time she'd come home to find her sister gone was such a surprise that she nearly searched the whole underworld there and then . but her sister returned unscathed , eyes shining with something that wasn't there before and it was then tomi saw it . her sisters own story unravelling before her .

now , tomi wasn't exactly sure what the story was . her sister wasn't exactly forthcoming , closed lipped and secretive in a way tomi and their eternal candor couldn't quite relate to . but they were sure she would relay the tale to them in due time . and in truth , she was excited for her . truly happy for her . because she deserved to have her own story . even if they weren't in it .

perhaps that was what was unsettling them . the jealousy of not being involved , of the one person they had wanting something entirely separate from them . and yet they knew their sister was allowed to have their own adventures . after all , tomi had been doing so for decades . so they pushed that strange unsettling feeling down low where they could ignore it and decided to ignore a few other things while they were at it . their duties . the underworld . their sister .

they weren't sure how long their bender in the human world lasted . tomi had always been bad with time . all they know is that by the time they came back they had forgiven their sister . perhaps she didn't know that they were fighting , but the point was tomi was ready to make up . their cold shoulder had long thawed and as they returned to their home they expected a warm welcome .

only their home was empty once more , near entirely deserted , with the exception of a strange fragrant plant buried into the dirt of their floor . tomi remembers their bewilderment then . remembers crouching to touch a thumb to the plants leaves . remembers that unsettling feeling strange and heavy in her stomach returning once again .

she remembers the day she learned the plants name . mint .

tomi doesn't think she could communicate the horror of learning your mild mannered sister had been reduced to a fragrant plant by the gods , and perhaps she can't . but perhaps she can communicate the righteous anger . the sheer divine wrath of it all .

in truth , tomi knows that she and minthe were inconsequential to the gods . that they perhaps considered them very little and thought of them even less . tomi herself had given the gods only fleeting thought until that day . they were distant figures . powerful but too far away for one to be truly concrete .

but then they turned her sister into a fucking sprout .

it kind of puts things into perspective .

that day birthed a hatred in tomi's heart that has yet to be extinguished , birthed a need for vengeance that has yet to be sated . and yes , perhaps it is very foolish . but tomi can't think of one less deserving of the wrath of the gods than her sweet sister . and they have yet to answer for it . who would make them answer for it ?

it was then as tomi sobbed , with their hands cupped around that unmoving sprout , that they decided that it would be them . teeth gritted and eyes hot , heart aflame with divine vengeance they decided that if there was no one to make the gods answer for the crimes enacted against the inconsequential it would be them .

that was over two hundred years ago and admittedly , despite the length of their lifespan , tomi was getting impatient . or perhaps they were just getting angrier . the silence from the gods feels like fleeing and the longer they're gone the more impatient that tomi gets . it's a vicious cycle that will perhaps repeat until the gods come back .

if they ever come back .

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪 .

your local sagittarius turned evil < / 3 honestly tomi is a big experiment with duality bc they're like so full of rage and angst and pain but because they're naturally ? a very hedonistic person ? like this bitch has one hundred percent been in the clubs and at raves since those things started like they looove some revelry , they loooove to shake ass but like . hairline trigger between having a good time forgetting their pain and like . crashing out idk . very confrontational , like they're telling the gods to fuck themselves to their face if they have the chance and have been cursing their names for the last couple of centuries so honestly , the gods kind of disappearing was probably the only reason this bitch isn't dead bc she be pointing fingers i fear . has big theories about who turned minthe into a mint plant and why and used to relay these when drunk enough like a century ago like that guy with the red string meme ,,, but probably sadder tbh . i don't think they do it anymore tho . doesn't fear death but they probably should ??? is actually a really fun friend and acquaintance but that's because they usually attempt to forget about yk , their suffering and all that so it all kind of ? has a deep pain beneath idk . again duality ,,, loves to forget if they can so again hedonism , and is honestly a bit loose with their affection but we love that for them idk . is very friendly actually ? and has a lot of long time friends but it can be kind of surface level idk ... loves to make friends with humans and is kind of fascinated with them . tends not to get overly close to them bc they view those friendships as kind of low commitment considering they're yk gonna die in like a blink for her dskjds ,,, also selfish honestly , very moody ,,, idk we're gonna find out together friends here goes nothing

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . just something to spring off of for plotting things .