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A drip of crimson trailed down the tanned skin between nose and mouth, before resting inanimately along the slight crevice of his upper lip. The scent of copper singed the hairs on his nose, enlivening him as much as it sent his head pulsating and pounding, pounding, pounding. Dark eyes narrowing, he looked ravenous as he stood over his prize, hands unclasped, chest puffed, hair dropping over his shoulders like a fallen angel. All he was missing was the wings. But his shadows compensated well enough. The hands of darkness himself contorting to his every whim and to his every desire as if he was the devil himself.The shadows have called to Azriel since birth; as his tormentor and savior it rigidly defines him. Born to be a dark and independent youth, whatever caused him pain also caused him solace to the extent that his insanity had become his sanity. For years he was lost in a frenzy of power as he roamed Aecorian halls in dry humour and haughtiness that masked the beast that flourished within. As the son of a nobleman, the royals were a constant presence for better or worse, however, they challenged his capabilities by allowing him to touch a brief taste of friendship before he went off to learn more of his intoxicating abilities.
The years of learning in his adolescence often blur and warp together like ink in water, however, years of intense and grueling training had changed him. Much more powerful, much more controlled, much more sublime, Az outgrew childish tendencies. Although, the feral look in his eyes did not dissipate, his ravenous nature had cultivated into something much more graceful and refined like cut glass. Training did not just encompass his shadow wielding, but also in different areas of knowledge, including the art of spy mastery which had quickly gotten him into practicing mithridatism. Fatal consequences arise from this addiction, however, if becoming dependent on poisons is a price to pay in order to have high tolerance, then Az will do it- even if the blood and the migraines only increase.
do i regret it? yes.
would i do it again? probably
Newly appointed as the Royal Advisor of Aecor, Azriel's reputation exceeds him well. From the start, the small silent boy that the kingdom had once known was easily forgotten as his image was replaced with a dominating presence of savagery. It is no secret that Az isn't above getting his hands dirty, or that a part of him delights in the pain of others, however, he is loyal to his king and to the crown. As Rhys's right hand his input is invaluable, and understandably helps propels his rule. Unbeknownst to anyone except Cassius, however, is that when Az proclaims infidelity, it is to the crown- not Rhys himself but his brother.
During his years of absence from Aecor in which he spent in Incendium, Azriel had tragically fallen victim to a betrayal he has yet to avenge himself for. Time passes but the last thing on his mind or at the tip of his tongue is forgiveness.
|vito basso|
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♚ мαѕση ρєαя¢є ❝мα¢є❞
earth wielder • meraki • 3rd in command
the fighter
【 2 3 】
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Shattering glass, decaying earth, toxic life. A plague.
And a vague memory of a forsaken youth who witnessed a mother's corpse utter her last breath, but even that was lost in the thrum of her undulating power that seeped into the pores of the earth long after her death had passed.
Stateras are a threat. And Aeonian is in need of an ethnic cleansing.The world, with the exception of the Meraki, had been indoctrinated by the fantastical illusion of beautiful capabilities. Earth, fire, water, air, shadow and light had long since been accepted, but there is such a thing as 'too much power'. The unnaturals, as he liked to call them, distort the balance of nature and have no right roaming the lands without any consequence.
Possessing rough features, a toned body and a cut jawline, he is ruggedly handsome. Mason's silver lined eyes are lit with a livid passion and cockiness that rarely dim even in serious circumstances. He laughs in the face of death, and gossips to the hounds of darkness.
Perpetually arrogant, stubborn, and savage there is nothing Mace would not do if it means he and his own philosophies have the potential to be further cultivated. Intelligent, but more instinctive than realistic, Mason acts soley on his emotions. He can be extremely impulsive and hotheaded but when it comes down to it he knows when to swallow his pride and when to act like a leader worth following. Loyalty from him is a hard feat to accomplish, but once you earn it Mason would very much go to hell and back for you even if it doesn't seem like he has your back. At first impression he may seem withdrawn, cold and formidable, however those that know him are all too aware of his nature to blurt out whatever he sees how he see's it, without the consideration of how his words or glares may be perceived. Mason cuts through all the bullshit of others and isn't above lying, although he generally opts for being truthfully enigmatic and cocky.
His past is a mystery, and he rarely dwells on his fragmented memories that the Meraki are unaware of but know not to push him to explain.
the first rule of fight club-
-dude?Silence from Mason isn't too unusual. Some days a vehement wave overwhelms him to the point that all he can do is to speak with his fists. If he goes too long without inaction he'll most definitely start up a fight. And if there is no one to fight? Then you can trust him to do something inherently reckless.
|felix bujo|
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♚ נєяєму нαят ❝яєму❞
water wielder • court child • romanticist
the sh*t stirrer
【 2 1 】
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His most vivid memory is the feel of the princess's lips on his own.
His most greatest regret is taking too damn long to come back.The weight of her golden hair in his fingers, the scent of roses making him nostalgic, the plushness of silk. She drowsed him; enlivened him. Her very breath occupied his thoughts day and night. It was sickly sweet. A tradgedy that when he left so suddenly it was without explaination and without answer to any of her letters. Letters that were his most prized pocession. Letters that's very existence was proof that what he and Alina Aurum had shared would ever-last his departure that night. Whilst the kiss was vivid, the banishment and the ridicule were a blur. But when he left he had an epiphany.
He'll show them. He'll show all of them:
Cronos for his sentence of treason.
His father for the easy acceptance of his son's fate.
But most of all he'll show Alina how much her love still means to him as he envisions as idealists would. Because surely she had been waiting for him too, just like he had.
the issue isn't whether he loves you...
it's how much
... too much love can be poison
And when Remy comes to ask for a hand in marriage- this time he will not be rejected.
He did not spend the past seven years making a name for himself just to lose the essence of his dream to two suitors that do not know Alina like he does. Besides, he isn't the same reserved push over like he had been in his youth.
He is far from it.
|tom wellings|
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♝ αятнυя яσмιяєz
air wielder • royal advisor • incendium
the prankster
【 2 5 】
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Ambition is a fickle thing. Everyone believes that they have it in check.
However, once you taste a droplet of gold it is only a matter of time before you want the river.
And after?
You want the wholegod-damnedworld.Arthur Romirez knows how to play the game. How could he not if he was born penniless and somehow miraculously became one of the most respected members of the Incendium court? As a young teenager he was presented with an opportunity that lead to the droplet of gold that changed his pockets. It didn't take too long for him to fall victim to the demands of ambition and the power it wielded. A fate he has yet to regret.
It’s a mystery how he became an advisor at such a young age. Some claim he took advantage of the turmoil when the new king took the throne, poisoning Lucien’s ears with lies. Others claim his position is well deserved. Likely no one really knows who Arthur is and what he stands for, but so long as he gets the job done does it really matter?
Stubborn and competitive Arthur is not one to shy away from a fight. Chances are he initiated them. But it is difficult to pinpoint the blame on him as whilst working well under pressure is his fortitude, so is his smarts. He won’t play a move he wouldn’t be guaranteed to win.
It is as simple as that.
i have no spur...
... to prick the sides of my intent
The air shatters under his commandment. The powers yield to him.
Only select people know of his abilities and his proficiency in them.
If his postition or king is threatened Arthur might very well go to hell and back to ensure he stays on top.
|joseph gordon-levitt|
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♖ αℓтнєα ωнιтє ❝тнєα❞
air wielder • power intructor • aecor
the lover
【 3 4 】
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Althea White. Beautiful as as flower. Broken as glass.Her dirty blond locks and warm smiling face give off an impression of carefree ease however more lurks below the surface than just a simply, pretty face.
Thea has been loved before. Or so she thought. But what is love?
Love is not like it is in the fairy tales.
No, for Thea, love is torture.
And love is pain.
Her husband had been abusive and quite obsessive that Thea’s life took a turn for the worst when she was forced into an arranged marriage. Silence had become a solace she had learnt to embrace when no one dared to listen to the cries of a child. Althea had only herself for comfort but sometimes her lack of company was too overbearing that she wondered on constant occasions why she bothered at all.
Eventually Thea learnt to want for herself. To realise that she deserved more than what her marriage offered her. Which truth be told wasn't much, as her being sold off to a man was her father's feeble attempt at increasing his status. Needless to say neither father or daughter got anything out of it. But fate gave her a chance one day, and Thea managed to leave Rasavasda without anyone's notice.
And she never plans to return.
Time wove itself together and days turned into months which turned into years. Time that Thea didn't waste as she scrambled her way up a hierarchy traveling across many kingdoms until finally she found the Kingdom of Aecor. A kingdom that recognized her talents and didn't dismiss her like the child she no longer was. She was a powerful being- a wielder of air- and now a striking instructor seeking her own story after being left in the dust by the people that were meant to love her.
the course of true love...
... never did run smooth
Thea has never tasted such a freedom like when she uses her abilities. She is powerful, no doubt, her skills bordering masterful. After being an instructor for quite some time now, how can she not be? She knows how to wield the air like a weapon and how to use them for comfort. If she wanted to she could choke the air out of someone's lungs, or extinguish a fire with a thought. But beyond testing her capabilities on herself she would never really hurt a fly.
|scarlett johansson|
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♟ тнєσ∂σяє ƒιтzєℓℓє ❝тє∂∂у❞
light wielder • basilisk • nimrod
the minion
【 1 7 】
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The basilisk's nimrod.Teddy. Call him by any other name and he won't respond- if he does he will likely punch you where it hurts because 'Teddy' is the name Nyx spontaneously addressed him with one day and he had claimed it ever since. He may be small, weak and definitely not the brightest of the pack but Teddy is a survivor that has drive. When he is set on an idea or given a task he will not stop until it is seen through. More often than not he will fail, get injured along the way and cause complications for the basilisks- but he makes up for it with his efficiency and well... zealousness dedication. Teddy is undeniably a scapegoat and an expendable member- but he goes so willingly, albeit enthusiastically.
Whilst he is easily bribed with food and easy to manipulate, the one boundary that everyone knows not to cross is to get him to go against his liege, Nyx, who he somehow never fails to address exuberantly. Nyx might have him wrapped around her finger and use that to her advantage at times- but he doesn't care. To Teddy, he would just about do anything for her, save from disobeying her which is a paradox that he can't help but remind her with much to her annoyance and his amusement. Teddy is constantly imitating Nyx, having always looked to her as a role model. On the rare occasion that she says something funny he will laugh and repeat it any chance he gets, when she is angry he throws his two cents in to whoever her anger is directed at. In other words, Teddy is always trying to impress and please Nyx to the point that his presence is exasperating.
Teddy's past is irrelevant as he is long since over the fact that he is orphaned, and that his only living family member, Lucas, died a year or so after they joined the basilisks. For reasons unknown to the young Teddy, Nyx had given him attention that no other member had in his time of distress at his brother's death. Teddy was and still is determined to stick to her side more often than not, completely unfazed by her cold and cruel attitude that wards off most people. Despite his circumstances, the boy still manages to lighten any situation, and if he is comfortable enough his goofy side might just come out.
expectation is the root...
... of all heartache
Teddy has absolutely no powers. He is plain and even more useless and pathetic than people give him credit for. But whilst a slight ring of jealously circulates through him he refuses to let it define him, content that he has Nyx at least. He has never had the need for powers anyway, no matter how cool and entertaining they may be.
What lurks below the surface however, unbeknownst to Teddy or even Nyx, is that there is a low thrum of power coursing through his blood just waiting to jump out and manifest. It may be weeks, months or even years before Teddy discovers that he is more than a pathetic weakling. But nevertheless, he is engulfed in light whether he knows it or not. And when it finally comes out it will be a most dramatic and painful experience.
|dylan o'brien|
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♖ ℓєαн яєαℓм
fire wielder • competiitor • incendium
the strategist
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Leah Realm. Ravenclaw at heart, and yet her skills are underappreciated and underrated.She is more creative and aware than people give her credit for but no one dares get close enough to find out why. Her street smarts and wit are at a whole new level and can overcome strength of the strongest of person. What Leah lacks, however, is the ability to communicate to others or more so the ability to care to. Why bother explaining herself to people when they won't understand her anyway? It's better to be by yourself; comforted and supported by your own weight then have to rely on others who will almost always expect something in return.
Whilst physical strength may not be her fortitude, Leah had developed strength in other ways. Living alone for most of her life had disciplined her in a way that she had never experienced coddling or comfort in the sense that weakened someone. No-Leah was built solely off skills that mattered in the real world. Whilst those skills did not include weapon wielding or beyond basic defense and attacking in a fight, she had learnt to use her words as a weapon itself. And if played correctly they were just as threatening- just as dangerous. Her level surpassed that quickly and she had learnt that in order to control a person- to use them- you must strike fear in them so that they were intimidated into submission. Fear was a real tangible thing that Leah had taught herself to evoke with posture and eye contact alone. The human language was so predictable- so simple- that you could be lying to someone's face, passing random bull as fact, but, if you sounded confident enough in your own words, if you managed to convince them that you believed yourself and if you showed no fear nor doubt, they would succumb to you without much resistance.
Having nothing to lose meant she had the most to gain.
Before the competitions were announced, Leah's life was insignificant and not worthy of note. The thrill of the fight appealed to her in a way that she knew she couldn't pass up a chance to mess with people- and to test her limits while she did just that. She had nothing nor no one waiting for in Incendium so it didn't take much to convince her to leave at the hope of a better future- even if that meant being the king's lackey.
there is no darkness...
... but ignorance
Her level of compassion depends on her mood but generally it is safe to say that Leah finds more solace with animals and nature for the simple reason that they do not bore her with their idle talk. Considered by many as a freak for her lack of socializing and the fact that she observes as a pastime- Leah doesn't have the advantage of alliances. Unlike others she wields this as another weapon of her own deliberately manipulating her appearance to appear as a loner, un-skillful and completely incompetent to be competing. She relies on the fact that she will be underestimated so that she may move forward without notice and without heed. But when the competition is close to an end, and she is one of the last standing, it would all be worth it. Hiding her skills, biding her time will all be worth it when everyone realises that she had outsmarted them all.
If you play with fire you are going to get вυяηє∂.
Leah has only recently uncovered her special affinity with fire on one particular night when she was so mad everything lit up. Perhaps her calm composure and indifferent attitude has no need for the flames but once she accidentally wielded them she had never let go. And never intends to. She is still learning her capabilities but is far from incompetent.
|willa holland|
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♚ prince ηιкσℓαι αυяυм
water wielder • crown prince • rasavasda
the irony
【 1 8 】
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Nikolai Aurum. Charming. Insolent. And yet meant to be king.Being a prince has its perks until everything you do or say is judged because of it. He is meant to be the ambitious, resourceful and perfect son any king would want, which in the eye of the public he is exactly that. To contrast, in the folds of his own home he is built off an entirety of lies and a defiance that cuts swifter than a blade.
Nikolai doesn't want to be king- and he doesn't plan to be.
Harbouring a great distaste for the court life and everyone in it by no means gives him leave to be discourteous so he acts with the necessary formalities. No more no less. He is indifferent to everything around him and does not involve himself in matters more than he is obligated to. There is a fine line of resistance being toyed with and the fear of his father is the only thing keeping the prince in check. But Nikolai is only biding his time until he is strong and powerful enough to confront and disobey Cronos directly.
As the only plausible heir, it is undeniable that he is smothered in all kinds of attention and praises that had not only turned him off the court life but had inflated his ego in a way that he knew he deserved more freedom then being bound to a throne as a king is. His father is a terrible and dark king and Nikolai by no means wants to take any part in that. Nikolai is sharp witted and equally sharped tongued when he can bother to reply- though he somehow maintains an act of a reputable prince who is contemplative, educated and yet at the same time considered immature with his randoms bursts of foolish conduct, flirting or just a lack of interest in business matters. At the outset he is not ready to be a king but that is just another facade used so that he wouldn't have to be. Nikolai is not close to anyone nor does he want to be. He is too smart for his age and knows that if he is capable of such deception than surely other people are too. Relationships with his family is tense and the awkwardness is palpable. Nikolai has never been one to ponder over his issues nor one to confide in anyone about anything.
uneasy lies the head...
... that wears the crown
Nikolai had always been attached to water. Even before his gifts started developing from age ten he always found an excuse to be in or near it. That fondness grew intensively when he developed his magic into something raw- something powerful. The true extent of his capabilities is still unknown to him but he had long since taught himself to have faith in what he can do. His powers are flaunted across the kingdom as one to be reckoned with and yet Nikolai himself does not bother to update his father at how they have progressed since.
If people bother to look they'll find that the prince who may have grown in age and maturity has just begun a mental descent into paranoia. Sleepless nights, and a new icy power are only the beginning. The more he tries to confide in someone the more he pushes away that Nikolai is seemingly alone as he fights his demons.
|logan lerman|
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♕ ρєяѕια gαя¢ια ❝ρєℓє❞
fire wielder • queen over night • stiria
the avenger
【 2 0 】
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War was bound to happen eventually.
Why shouldn't she just speed the process?The blood of Elyse was as vivid in her memory as it had been years ago when she had died. A suicide. A broken heart. Perseus was to blame. And he was to suffer for it.
With the shadow of a former best friend's death hanging over her conscience, it isn't surprising that eventually Pele will plot to make ends meet. And if the whole kingdom has to suffer in order for her conscience to be clear- than so be it.
Twenty and conniving she has become the epitome of deception. Sporting elegance and natural flair, any breath that leaves her lips can be just as captivating as the blades she has taught herself to weild. She is a weapon. But she is a player first. Basking in her own games she is well aware that she may not come out a survivor, but the least she can do in her friend's name is to bring everyone down with her.
Born to riches, and bred in the most luxurious finery, Pele's family is well off compared to the average citizen. Court is no stranger to her, but the elite of the elites she had yet the honour to meet. Her name on its own means nothing, but the title to her name is about to be everything.
look like the innocent flower...
... but be the serpent under it
Arrogant. Stubborn and most certainly strong willed, Persia Garcia will not let the stories that pass mouth to ear torment her. The royals are laced with the most scandalous gossip, Percy most of all. However, in order to be one step ahead she had long since stopped fearing death. Her end will come eventually, it is just a matter of when and how long she can prolong it.
Phase one is to get into the castle.
Phase two is to belong.
And phase three is to feed whispers of war into the most influential ears. An Aeonian war would suffiice.
A civil one was better.
|ella balinska|
tell me please
are you going to betray me too?nineteen, EVELYN GATZ ──────────────────────
With profuse and heavy locks that swathe creamy angelic skin, rich eccentric eyes and long lashes that cup the eyelids, by no means is Evelyn Gatz lacking the beauty of the twentieth century. Perhaps in another life- one without the backlash of the Great War- she could have been something significant.
Something memorable.
But alas, not all pretty girls can be great.
Brought up in the folds of poverty, the war was most unforgiving to families like hers.
Mother? Bed-ridden. Father? A farmer of little consequence. And an elder brother who went off to war and never came back (even though he promised he would).
The pain of the war is easy enough to submerge when the prospect of a fresh future post-warfare consumes oneself into exaggerate buoyancy. She mayn't have been actively involved-not even slightly besides what was needed of her as a youthful citizen- but her memories were grotesque nonetheless. War has a reputation for changing even the best of people, and Evelyn knows this well enough.
Yet she doesn't speak about it.
However, she can ramble about anything else; easily shifting from topic to topic with sensual grace it should be a talent. Known for her sensitivity and impulsive nature among friends, Evelyn is a fairly simple individual who is just trying to find her own place in the world after being left in the shadow of her brother's disloyalty.
But things were turning over for the best.
After all, being newly appointed as a maid in the castle had to have its perks.
twenty-three, KAIDEN LORETO ──────────────────
Sporting elongated lashes that softly brush his eyelids, the hazel in his eyes is easily distinguishable. The thin lips, smoothly cut jawline and slight stubble on his chin (that is shaved off less frequently the more the time passes) give off a ruggedly handsome appearance that will most certainly catch the eyes of passer-by's- if his mouth wasn't permanently down turned in an unattractive scowl all the time.
Dissatisfied. Kaiden Loreto is in heavenly discontent. It's self-serving, of course, that a divine figure in this society will still find reasons to be ungrateful and distant despite how 'better off' they are. It could almost be poetic. The high and the powerful envying the poor and the ignorant... And yet if he ever really had an opportunity wherein he was never Athena, Kaiden knows with absolute certainty that he wouldn't take it.
Maybe it's that knowledge that scares him the most. The knowledge that he chooses this life of undulated power and dissatisfaction over a past reality that is practically erased now; a past that is lost and not even his overactive brain can feel in the gaps. Sometimes he'll have glimpses here and there; random bursts of emotions and thoughts and what he could say are his memories but there was no one around him that could give him the answers he sought. It was an ironic joke really, one that the gods would have played if they had, in fact, existed. The supposedly omniscient figure needing answers and help from other less blessed individuals. Perhaps it was a slight hint to his pride that he never bothered digging any deeper to find out his own history, but it could have just as easily hinted to his own insensitivity and lack of curiosity for a topic that he felt he didn't want the answers for.
It was easy enough to discern after he became the Athena, that once the coded chip was lodged in a prosthetic coating of his brain that directly overlooked his temporal lobe, whoever had designed his technology had completely neglected the variable of the tech affecting the part of his brain it resided on. His computing was flawed, so much in fact that he had quickly recognized signs of temporal lobe epilepsy.
The wires that warped around his brain with its metallic tendrils, beautifully enhanced his strategic thinking, allowing him to have a much enlivened mental capacity and concentration. In the absence of his own memories was the ability to recount what he had lived through (Post Athena) with total accuracy. Among his abilities are mental calculation and computation, cognition and competence, wit and ingenuity, mental perception, mental focus, thought processing, learning capacity, deductive reasoning, visualization, analyzation, composure, instinct, awareness, knowledge, creativity, and intuition. But like all computers in society, despite the age, reliability and integrity in hardware systems is always questionable. Even though it is rare, Kaiden has been wrong before. And even though it is completely inconvenient, Kaiden is quick to get sick. The more he calculates, the more he analyses, the more he thinks, the faster he burns out. Technology overheats all the time, but placed in, on and around a brain of a human it could be more than fatal. Kaiden has never allowed for it to escalate beyond a fever and doubts he would ever truly test his limits since his technology is unprecedented and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the foreign equipment is slowly- but surely- contributing to his death. Kaiden Loreto knows that he is terminally ill, the signs showed more predominately as it became apparent to him that each time one episode is experienced the next one is undeniably worse and quicker to occur. If the other Olympians had caught on to his tellings they haven't spoken to him about it, so he assumes that his standoffish and arrogant personality wars them off easily enough from a confrontation he doesn't want.
Kaiden's motives have yet to be revealed, even to himself. He knows he is not with Mirage, nor is he with the Olympians. He can't remember anyone in his past life so it seems strangely poetic and satisfying to die alone in this one.
There is no such thing as luck in this world. Rules, prerequisites, psychological states; there are any number of invisible factors that combine to produce an unpredictable but inevitable result. The victor of a game is decided before it even begins.
There is no chance.
Statement Date: 06/20/2020
DETAILS OF WITNESSIncident Date: 12/01/2020
Name: Ari Williams
Address: 708 Vine St NW
City: Atlanta
Home Phone: (404) 264 - 1482STATEMENT:
(Start from the beginning). Ahh well exams finished and so we all wanted a spring break. don't ask me for the date, i don't remember.... although you could probably check my socials. (How'd you guys get up there?) There were two cars, and I hitched a ride in one of them.
(What'd you guys do there?) Hung out. Went to the beach. Flirted. The usual stuff. (What about at night?) Oh, the nights were the best. We went to bars and stuff. (So, you were drinking?) A little yes. (And the others?) I assume so but I don't spend my time watching everyone else with a level of scrutiny, sir. (Did anyone take any drugs?) Look, how am I supposed to know? These questions are irrelevant, I can't even remember the trip properly. (why would they be irrelevant?) I don't want to be here. That's why.
(Okay, tell me about the night it all happened). The night??? Oh, that's right. We caught Max and Xavier doing unmentionable things after we came back to the house late at night- or I suppose it'd be more accurate to say that it was early in the morning. Shit went dooownnn. It was very dramatic if you ask me. (How did you react?) I didn't react. I don't give two shits about any of it. It was funny to watch though, everyone was yelling at each other. In my opinion, if you do something as stupid as sleeping with your friend's guy so carelessly without taking appropriate precautions you deserve to be caught. He's an idiot. (Who is?) Maxie of course. Xavier too. I'm pretty sure something was going on with Angel and Leo too, but I never investigated or checked into it. Just a hunch. Not gonna lie I'm pissed off with all of them for different reasons at the moment. (Why, did they do somethi-). Why not?
(Okay, thank you for your time. If we have more questions, we'll call you in. Keep in touch.) Yeah all right, just make sure next time when you call me in you actually give me food that tastes nice.You do solemnly swear that the evidence you shall give in this matter shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and may be presented to a magistrate or a judge in lieu of your sworn testimony at a preliminary examination. Any false statement you make that you do not believe to be true may subject you to criminal punishment as a class "A" demeanor.
THE ABOVE STATEMENTS WERE MADE BY ME OF MY OWN FREE WILL.
SIGNATURE:DATE: 12/02/2020 TIME: 5:37 PM
WITNESS:DATE: 12/02/2020 TIME: 5:37 PM
tell me princess
is this your idea of fun?twenty-four, A K A M U ────────────────────
southern tribe princeDespite his lack of water bending, the son of the southern water tribe chief is far from inadequate. Sporting elongated lashes that softly brush his dark honeyed eyes, every part of him exudes royalty except for his coarse palms that hint at a reality of labor and experience. Equipped with sharp blades and an equally sharp tongue, his roguish smile captures the attention of those around him for better or for worse, however, his eyes have never really been set on any but one. And he absolutely did not indulge in any romantic notions where she was concerned. Nayah's presence was overbearing enough that he decided he had enough of women.
Instead Akamu spent his time studying. Studying his culture, his people, swordsmanship and other arts as well.
The scrutiny that accompanied the title of chief's son grew more bearable over time as Akamu learnt various ways to act. He could be dazzling if he wanted to, pragmatic, pensive- it was the character he generally opted for, one that seemed benevolent and there for his people. In actuality that was no lie; he loved his people, however, certain circumstances demanded he be more.... aggressive. Manipulative if he needed to be, threatening to outsiders, or even more flirtatious when a certain princess arrived so that it didn't give way to his disinterest (okay more than disinterest) in a life of marriage. He learnt how to insult subtly, redirect personal questions and above all how to seem casually unaffected in the most dire of times- for example if he were to catch feelings he should be easily able to hide it. Of course one of his biggest flaws is his passion. Not for himself- but his tribe and what he values. Akamu could easily deflect verbal attacks with a carefree laugh, but there were some topics that were untouchable; he doesn't need bending to make all hell break loose. Akamu is a force to be reckoned with which more than compensates for his lack of an ability.
Resourceful and creative he is useful in the politics and planning of the tribe though one could say his shortcomings cancel this out as he incredibly stubborn and skeptic. Being dogmatic isn't necessarily in the best interest of his people even though he may not have bad intentions at heart. If there was ever to be something that leads to his downfall it would most definitely be his ability to lie immaculately- to others, for sure- but to himself most of all.
In the midst of war, summer is what Akamu dreads the most.
COLLAB OVERVIEW:
kai, male, 24, hari bulkan, fc. yuki yamada
Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
There was a time Kai would make a point not to cross the line. He would scrutinise the waters first, observe, analyse and then respond. Meticulous and careful he was another species entirely.
Brought up in a household that was neither luxurious or comfortable (and in a family that expected very little of their son), conforming could only get someone so far. Kai recognised that from an early age, and sought to impress the right people. To do that, he had to cross the line.
The process of becoming captain was by no means an easy one. Kai earned his rank through years of experience and aptness on the battleground. With a few notable successes, his name is associated with many things. At the forefront lies his ability to miraculously maintain his footing despite his reckless and questionable choices. Perhaps if he didn't know who exactly he needed to suck up his pride for, he'd be long gone by now.
They say being a genius treads on the border of insanity. For Kai, he may lack certain intellectual talents given his mediocre upbringing and poor attention span, but insanity? Violence? Ardency? Unadulterated loyalty?
Those lines, have long since been crossed.
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