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Name;; Ashlyn Lanis
Nicknames;; Ash, Lani (for close friends)
Age;; Nineteen
Gender;; Female
Sexuality;; Poly Panromatic
Star sign;; Scorpio
Blood type;; O-
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Godly parent;; Hades
Powers;;
- Shadow walking/mimicry
- Shadow materialization/control
- Summoning the dead
- Can see how people will die/where they will end up
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Defining Traits;;
- Heterochromia (one green eye, one blue)
- Very wiry, lanky build, very pale
- Always looks tired, the dark circles are ever present
- Pretty much always wearing a hoodie
- Very twitchy, impressive reflexes
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Likes;;
- Spring and Autumn
- Napping in the sun
- Soft plush things
- Windy days
- Coffee/energy drinks
- Astronomy
- Hoodies
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Dislikes;;
- Crowed spaces
- Disloyal people
- Neon/florescent colors
- Change
- Sleeping alone
- Pity
- Hot weather
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Relationships;;
Significant other- N/A (pm me)
Close friends- Aiden Conn
Friends- none yet
Enemies- none yet
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History;;
This demigod had a very abrupt beginning. There was no padding of soft vague memories of her younger years, no blurry images of faces or soft voices to remember and recognize. She awoke under a tree in the middle of a vast country side, disoriented, lost, and lacking any idea of where she came from or how she came about - with nothing but the clothes on her back and the backpack full of essentials sitting beside her. After the initial spark of panic subsided, she found a note in the front pocket of her hoodie, it had five words written on it- "You name is Ashlyn Lanis".
With nothing but her new found name and the backpack she woke up with, Ashlyn began to wonder across the country side. She rested under trees and on old rickety bus stop benches when she found an ancient dirt road. She followed the road for miles upon miles, too nervous to stop at any of the old houses she came across even if the faces in the windows seemed friendly, and never sleeping for more than a half an hour before jerking awake - terrified she wouldn't remember anything. Eventually she started to notice things, how her skin prickled whenever she passed something dead, how when she dosed off she could swear she saw the edges of her arms blacken and whisp away into the shadow of the trees she rested under. The most life changing event however, was when she was passing an old Victorian house and accidentally met the eyes of the old woman sitting on the porch. It was like she'd been shocked and dunked under freezing cold water all at once - and in a flash of painful color and sound she saw how the old woman was going to die, and she saw the afterlife in store for this woman she had never met. She had never run away from something so fast in her life.
After that experience, she began to notice the monsters, and she began to fear for her life. They seemed to be around every turn - werewolves, serpent ladies, all kinds of terrible creatures she wished didn't exist. She stopped sleeping all together, fearing an attack at every moment, and began to move as quickly as she could. Her next stop was in a dilapidated city - more like a junk yard than a city she would recount later, but at that point she had seen nothing of the massive cities the world had to offer. She never intended to stay in the wretched place, but gang culture has a way of picking up strays and in no time at all she had been trapped in a cycle of violence. At first she wanted nothing more than to leave once she figured out it wasn't all daises and roses as she'd been promised, but then she found that if she played the part things got much easier. So for the next few years she let gang life turn her into just as much of a monster as the creatures that tracked her though the back alleyways, and peered through her shack's busted windows late at night.
She stole whatever she needed, fought for what she couldn't steal, and with the streets as her teacher she learned to fight dirty and not feel bad about it. She became street wise, in tune to her powers no one else seemed to have, and gained herself a reputation as a notorious and dangerous person among the cities inhabitants. However, her reign as "too feared to be challenged" was somewhat short lived. A year or so into her life in the city, a passing crew of nobodies with a thirst for blood took her as their target. She didn't make it out unscathed, far from it. In fact a good portion of her wondered if she would even wake back up as she watched the trash heap of a city burn before she passed out in the bed of the passerby truck she'd decided to stow away in to escape.
The next leg of her life started with an incredibly painful jostling and a untimely meeting with cold hard concrete. She'd been unceremoniously dumped from the back of the truck bed by its irritated owner, who snapped at her about something or other and called her some names before getting back in his truck and speeding off. She didn't know how much time passed before she was found and awoken again by panicked blabbering and someone touching her arm. It was then she met Aiden - who would become her first and closest friend in the world. Of course she didn't know that then, she didn't have a single clue what friendship was, what kindness meant, and admittedly she did try to attack him, to get away, to snap and snarl and tell him to leave her alone. None of it was effective, and later she would look back on those few moments of violent struggling and be glad he hadn't just left her for dead.
From there Ashlyn's life changed entirely. She was given shelter with her new found friend, and in his seemingly never ending patience - she was taught how to behave like a normal human and not like a terrified street animal fighting to survive. She learned to crave the attention of her friend, to love warm showers, and modern amenities that still confuse her on occasion. Her life isn't perfect of course, she lives with chronic insomnia, has night terrors when she does sleep, and is like a constant ball of ticks and twitches. And some habits just die hard, when startled she jumps straight to attack mode, and no amount of reprimanding will ever convince her that stealing is bad or that everyone isn't a threat. But at least shes not alone anymore, for that she will always be thankful for.
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Personality;;
Considering Ashlyn's beginnings, its fair to say shes come a long way since her gang years. Of course 99.99% of people aren't aware of her story - and she likes it that way. Better for people to think she's just a chill person over a maniacal kleptomaniac with a passion for setting things on fire. Having Aiden around to keep her on the mostly straight and narrow definitely mellowed her out in that sense. Outwardly she appears relaxed, even lackadaisical; but she's still just as wary of new people, and while she tries to be friendly and open with new acquaintances - she knows she comes off as stand-offish. She tends to flinch away from contact with people who aren't her friends and yet clings to those friends she does have like some kind of limbic giraffe with a penance for cuddling.
She can be absent minded when it comes to her own health and safety, often needing to be reminded to eat and to try and sleep, and will absolutely put herself in harms way without thinking if it means protecting a friend. She's spontaneous like a firework despite her constant insomnia driven exhaustion, very unpredictable and hard to follow, one second she'll be snoozing in a tree and the next she'll be jumping on Aiden because he looks comfy and why the hell not. Shes defensive of her friends, and incredibly loyal to them, whilst caring little for what others might have to say about her.
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Name;; Morgan Kael
Nicknames;; N/A
Age;; Eighteen
Gender;; Male
Sexuality;; Bisexual
Star sign;; Aquarius
Blood type;; A+
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Godly parent;; Morpheus
Powers;;
- Wing manifestation
- Can put people to sleep (even to the point of killing them (passes out after))
- Can walk in and control peoples dreams and nightmares
- Can sleep literally anywhere
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Defining Traits;;
- Two long ragged scars on his back from sprouting wings
- Very lanky and pale - like a sleepy ghost
- Extremely captivating eyes, staring too long makes you sleepy
- His hair is in a perpetual state of bedhead messyness
- An absolute furnace, he exudes warmth like a fire
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Likes;;
- Sleeping past noon
- Being warm and cozy
- Rainy days/cloudy days
- Fireplaces
- Cats
- Warm milk with honey
- Cuddling up with friends to watch movies
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Dislikes;;
- Cold weather
- Getting sick
- DOGS
- Soda/fizzy drinks
- Loud places and people
- Being woken up
- Irrational people
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Relationships;;
Significant other- N/A (pm me)
Close friends- N/A (pm me)
Friends- none yet
Enemies- none yet
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History;;
Morgan had a relatively normal childhood up until he started school. His mother did a good job educating him on who and what he was, the son of Morpheus- god of dreams, and a strong demigod to boot. She also made sure he knew that he had to be very careful about when and where he used his demigod powers, and that he should strive to never have to manifest his wings. She taught him all about the other gods, promised him there were others like him, and told him of Camp Halfblood - though her one error was in promising him that he would never need to go there, as she would always be here to protect him. Morgan was very much a mama's boy, so when he skipped kindergarten and start first grade early, the transition was hard on him. Smart as he was he struggled to stay awake throughout the day, and he very quickly became the laughing stock of his class. He was the target of all their taunting words, spitballs, paper airplanes, and pokes and jabs that quickly became punches and kicks as he move up through elementary school and started middle school. This continued without rest all throughout middle school, the bullying become so severe it was hard to hide from his mum and teachers.
Never the less, Morgan continued as though nothing was wrong, even though he came home with bruises, cuts, and ruined school supplies he couldn't explain - he figured as long as he came home and his mum was there for him things would be fine. Unfortunately, his bullies seemed to notice that the only thing that could get a reaction out of him was in fact insulting or threatening his home, his mum. So when he finally gave in and lashed out, broke some kids nose right off school grounds, they knew exactly where to turn for revenge.
Morgan never expected to come home to see his home going up in flames. He didn't need to be told his mother hadn't made it out, he had felt a rift open in his heart the second he set his eyes on the inferno. Some part of him snapped, like a barrier breaking beyond the point of fixing. In a mess of rage his wings manifested for the first time - ripping themselves free of his back in morbid scarring fashion, and with that burst of power he put everyone in the near vicinity to sleep for good. He knew it was murder, but he had needed that revenge more desperately than anything in that moment.
After that he had turned his sights toward Manhattan, traveling to the Camp Half Blood his mother had promised he would never need to go too. He was a mess when he got there - sleepless, bloody, mangled wings that never quite dissipated hanging off his back in trenches of torn flesh. It had been a serious matter then - but now he jokes about how he must have appeared like some kind of zombie out of the sky, crash landing very ungracefully just inside the camp boundaries. He now lives at the camp, the counselor for his fathers almost empty cabin, and permanent resident with nowhere else to go. He doesn't mind camp life, even when 90% of the camper leave for the school year and he's left mostly alone, he can just sleep the off time away after all.
His time at camp has also taught him a much greater understanding of weaponry, of his powers, and how to use his wings - though manifesting the feathered appendages is still incredibly bloody and painful, and killing people through putting them to sleep exhausts him to no end. He still misses his mother terribly of course. He didn't get to go to her funeral, he never learned who was blamed for the house fire or the deaths of countless guilt and innocent people, nor did he know what people thought happened to him. He was content to remain blissfully ignorant of those things - as if they had never happened.
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Personality;;
Morgan is a bit of a mysterious person, not in his demeanor, but in his past. No one knows where he came from or how he got to camp - except those who were there they day he landed in a heap right inside the boundaries. Morgan has sworn those few to secrecy in favor of joking that he came with the camp, like a package deal. "You can't have one without the other, you know?" He'll say. Hes very friendly and loves to help others around camp when hes not napping - which admittedly isn't often, but at least he tries. He does have a mind for what others think of him but very little gets under his skin, though all those years of being bullied have given him a certain appreciation for smacking people who bully others upside the head though. He is incredibly loyal and protective of his friends, and loves spending time with them. In the event that spending time with them means watching movies, napping, talking walks and then napping, sleepovers consisting of nothing but sleep, or going to cafes for brunch. He really loves brunch.
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