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Cassius Praetorius

The way I see it, there's only three kinds of people in this world. Bad ones, ones you follow, and ones you need to protect.

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a character in “The Lost Planet”, as played by Legate

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CASSIUSPRAETORIUS
Ignis; Fortis, Animosus, Fidelis

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BASICS
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{Full Name}
Cassius Decimus Praetorius

{Nicknames}
Cas

{Age}
Earth 23||230 Aurum

{Sexuality and Romantic Interest}
Demisexual||Heteroromantic

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Fire

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Rocky Mountains Somewhere North of Banff

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ABILITIES


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Fire Projection: Fire is an extension of his will and he can project it around himself. This can take several forms; he has been known to shape it into tools or weapons such as axes, swords or arrows or he can forego such finesse and just release gouts of flame to torch those nearby. That was at home, on earth he is limited to smaller acts such as imbuing fire onto tools or weapons such as coating the edge of an axe or arrow in flame, or lighting his campfire.

Jet Jump: He can use an explosive blast of fire to hurl himself great distances through the air. While this is not true flight it does help him to be extremely mobile. On earth however it barely extends his range another metre.


Heart of the Flame Since birth Cassius has been immune to any flame or heat, able to pick up burning sticks and walk over coals. While he cannot cloak himself in it the same way as others, it is his friend and will cause him no harm.Image

Metabolic Burn Cassius can put his body into overdrive generating a massive amount of heat and increasing his physical capacity by huge amounts, however he can only do it for a short amount of time. He can do the opposite as well however and slow his metabolic rate and cool his body heat to the ambient temperature as well, putting him in a state of near hibernation.


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APPEARANCE
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Height: 6 feet 2 inches

Weight: 225 pounds

Hair Colour: Light Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Fire district genetics have long favoured big strong body types that excel at combat and Cassius is no exception. His lumberjack physique is accentuated by a short scruffy beard he habitually wears. He has several tattoos: The symbol of the fire district on the inside of his left forearm and on his right shoulder the Praetorius motto: Ignis; Fortis, Animosus, Fidelis (Fire; Strong, Proud, Loyal). In addition to these markings of choice he has also accrued a wide variety of training scars most notably a long jagged line across his right shoulder-blade.


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PERSONALITY
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There is a stereotype that surrounds each district, but that doesn't mean your character has to fit into it. What are they like on a personal level? Likes, dislikes, habits, fears? Feel free to include as much as you want.

Most of the time it would be accurate to describe Cassius as your typical Fire district personality. Confident, intuitive, and a rash propensity to act and react quickly to evolving scenarios, sometimes without thinking are staples of his character. He is by turns jovially exuberant and intensely focused. Though these moods can change so dizzingly quickly as to almost seem like separate people they are earnest and genuinely felt.

The reason that Cassius seems to alternate between everyone's best friend, and unflinching violence is not immediately obvious, and all the more sinister for it. Those who get to know him well will experience the growing realization that Cassius has no real conscience. Trained from an early age to be the perfect soldier his unswerving loyalty has robbed him of morals of his own. He follows the orders of those he considers to be in charge, namely his superiors in the fire district and the royal family, with implacable determination.

There are only a few exceptions to this attitude; he has a huge soft spot for children and will always do what he can to help them, and he abhors bullies of all kinds. Outside of that nothing provokes note worthy reactions of any kind. He enjoys a drink as much as the next man and takes pride and derives enjoyment from his physical capabilities. He is at heart a simple man who feels he knows his role in the scheme of things and is happy to play his role.


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HISTORY
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It doesn't need to be super detailed, just an overview of what their life was like on Aurum. (What they did, where they worked, did they have family?) VS. what their life is like on Earth.

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So begins...

Cassius Praetorius's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Eli Acerbi Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Cassius stole another glance up at the sky, the weather had been fine this morning but had since started to turn and the sky had run from scattered patches of cloud to low ragged banks of grey that seemed to not only stifle the sun, but muffle the whole world as if wrapped in a blanket. This wasn't uncommon for this time of year, nor was it uncommon for the mountainous coasts of British Columbia. As a seasoned hunting guide, this was just part and parcel of a life spent out of doors in one of the wildest places on Earth.

He turned to survey the rest of his group as they followed behind him on the trail. It had been a good hunt, not without its share of difficulty and hardship but, ultimately a successful one. On the second last day they had brought down the bull moose they had been following for some time and now it was time to return. He turned back and shouted both warning of the weather, and encouraging the laggards with thoughts of warm fires, strong coffee and stronger whisky.

We could be in for a hell of a storm if this keeps up, and I don't know about you but I'd much rather be sat in the cabin when it hits! He yelled over the increasingly insistent tone of the wind. The pace increased, and at long last over the rise the cabin appeared just a little farther down the valley. A ragged cheer arose and the pace quickened again with the sight and smell of hearth now that much nearer at hand.

They reached the cabin just as the rain began to make itself felt, splashing down in big heavy drops that sprayed off everything they hit. Cassius stood by the door and clapped everyone on the back, making sure that at long last, he was the final member of their party to enter the sprawling cabin that served as home base for Darkwood Hunting and Angling. Hey Bill! Made it back with one in the bag, how 'bout ya break out the case of beer I know you've got stashed in back. He hollered, finally swinging his pack off his shoulder and propping it against the door.

An elderly gentleman tottered out from behind the bar grumbling under his breath All right, all right, keep yer shirt on. You get one each and you can drink it where ya likes, after that ya gots to stay at the bar. You hear the news by the by? He continued as he plunked a six pack down on the long table that graced part of the main room. Come on Bill you know damned well that I haven't unless you tried sending smoke signals. It's not exactly like we get BBC in the back country.

Bill chuckled True 'nough True 'nough. Well get a load of this then, Great big meteor come crashing down over in Washington D.C. there. The real kicker? Looks like it may well be made o' gold. Huh What do ya think of that? Why it's all they been showin' on the news, can't even barely watch the game he griped.

Cassius paused for a second wondering if it could really be happening. He had never known many people from Aurum, his natural abilities and personality having put him in the role of a scout most often. He had spent a lot of time wandering, but sure enough as soon as he heard the words spoken in Dicere, the ancient phrase called to him. He knew whether or not he knew anyone that he would go back. After all, this was his duty as his father had raised him, and there could be no turning his back on it. Huh, well I'll be damned. Don't have any trips scheduled for a while. I'm going to go to DC Bill, I'll bring ya back a piece if it's real gold.

As Bill chuckled Cassius was already heading to his room to pack a bag and a few short hours later, having changed into jeans a grey shirt and a nice green henley, he was on his way to DC, to the address that had been specified. He hadn't know many of the kids who'd gotten out in those last hectic days. He was pretty sure he'd seen Viviannah Bellum and had thought he'd heard some of the Royals had even made it, but other than that couldn't think of anyone he'd recognize. Heck Viviannah might not even remember him. By the time he was old enough to pay attention to such things she'd already become a prodigy in the district eventually even winding up in the personal guard of one of the Royals. His father had run him hard to keep up with her example and Cassius had trained about as hard as it was to train thanks to his fathers often brutal treatment. He liked to fancy he'd gained some small amount of recognition, but nowhere near the level of Viviannah Bellum.

These thoughts saw him through takeoff and into the air where he fell asleep only to wake as the wheels hit tarmac in DC. He rented a car and drove to the address he had heard the meteor was near noticing that sure enough others had already started to gather at the large house. He strode briskly up the pavement his Fire District tattoo on display as he rolled up the sleeves of his henley, paused before the door when he noticed a teary reunion going on between several people and a woman he recognized as being part of the Light District. He took a moment to deliver he a deferential nod before delivering three sharp knocks and waited.

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Jayden Kaze Character Portrait: Leonardo Magnus Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Alfred Hanston Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus Character Portrait: Sebastian Eberstark Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Harlow Sera Character Portrait: Eli Acerbi Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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VIVIANNAH BELLUM
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Viviannah was nervous. No...afraid, for the first time in her life. AFraid of how fast everything was happening. One moment her and Demi were living as much of a normal life as they could manage, which admittedly wasn't so hard with heir abilities dulled almost to non-existent. The next, there was a giant golden chunk of metal basically within their back yard's reach. Not just any chunk of metal, but a piece of home. A home Vivi never imagined she'd get to see again. And based on what both her and Demi were experiencing, said chunk of metal brought with it much more than Dicere markings. It was as if being far from home for too long stripped them of their birth given abilities, but all it took was a small piece of their vast home planet to breathe life back into them. And although Vivi was grateful for her abilities that were slowly returning, she was hesitant. It also brought nerves, fear, and a group of strangers right to their home.

”Vi…go check and see who it is.” the raven-haired girl took one more swig of her coffee and sat the cup down with a light clink. The steps to the door were slow and calculated as she envisioned what could be on the other side of it. Once opened, Vivi stood with the knob in her hand as her dark eyes examined the face in front of hers. It was vaguely familiar. She'd met this man before, but not enough to remember his name it seemed. "ID please." she said, mimicking the words she'd heard from the border patrol on Aurum each time she traveled. For humans, being asked for an ID meant they'd be handing in a small card with basic information such as name and birthdate. For someone from Aurum, this meant something entirely different. Instead of a small, plastic card, they'd have to show their district emblem, regardless of what part of the body it was tattooed on. It was the best way of making sure each person was who they claimed to be without asking too many questions.

The first guest proved to be from the Time control district, which in turn explained why Viviannah almost recognized him. She stepped aside to let him in, allowing Demi the chance to give him his welcome. After him came a few more, to which Viviannah did the same procedure, unintentionally making herself a bouncer of sorts. Though they all checked off as legitimate, there were none she recognized until... "ID ple-" her words trailed off as the features of the man in front of her were matched to memory. Her mouth hung open for a few short seconds before she managed to form actual words. "Cas?" Of all the people she'd thought to see, Cassius was not one of them. It'd been so long since she'd last seen him. Since before the war, even. From the moment Vivi left their district to work for the Royal family, she hadn't seen Cas in person. It was surreal. His face looked so familiar...but at the same time so different.

She took a moment to let a few others in, among them was Leonardo Magnus. She imagined Oliver's face if he were there. It wasn't much of a secret that the prince had taken a liking to him. As for the reasons why Vivi had absolutely no idea. She never liked the guy. Not before the war and most certainly not now. Though she wanted to spit every profanity in her vocabulary at him, there were still others nearby soon to be wanting in. She put into play that patience Demi had so often talked to her about and simply sent let him inside with a glare before turning back to Cas, her arms instinctively folding over her chest. "I had no idea you were...I mean, it's...been a while."

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Cassius stood aside as the first several people filed through and then followed them in, his eyes scanning around, focused more on the surroundings than the people at first. They went in single file through the door and the routine chant of “I.D. Please” was so routine that at first he tuned it out until it suddently faltered as the person in front of him walked away and he saw who had been checking and did a double take.

Viviannah Bellum, he could barely remember the last time he had seen her, they must have been just kids at the time. She had always been gifted, even way back then, something of a prodigy in the fire district. Cassius was somewhat younger than her, but just old enough to be in the same peer group. He’d been teased somewhat at first, but his unsettling tendency to respond completely out of proportion had put a stop to that fairly quickly. He’d always had a hard time with people in that respect, but Viv had taken him under her wing somewhat, made sure he didn’t cross too many lines and he’d come to think of her as a moral compass of sorts. He’d made the decision then that she was going to be his person, his conscience, and he would follow her anywhere. This devotion looks like romantic interest to some, but it’s far more simple than that; he trusts here more than he trusts himself.

Cas? he heard her say, and it brought him right back to when they were young before snapping him right back to the present, leaving him rattled, in order to cover for it he ran to safe ground in the form of formal adress. ”Lady Bellum” He nodded and joined her in checking ID’s. It was familiar work and it was good to fall into a rhythm with her, it helped to settle him more.


"I had no idea you were...I mean, it's...been a while." ”Yeah.. I’m sorry we lost touch. I got seconded to Recon after you went to protection detail, you know I always did better away from people. It.. uh.. It got pretty bad out there near the end. I mean whatever lines there were to start the war, they disintegrated pretty quickly. After that it was just block by block and building to building.“ He turned to Viv ”It got real ugly out there Viv”

Perhaps it was Vivi’s homesick heart, or her desire to see her old friends and family, but when Cassius spoke it hit a chord. Viví felt a sense of home, of her district, her family. She bit her bottom lip as she listened to him. He hadn’t changed a bit. Maybe physically just enough to have her do a double take, but his personality felt so...familiar. She sighed, eyeing her bracelet as she fidgeted with it. ”I know…” She’d seen first hand just how ugly it’s gotten, both from an outsider’s and an insider’s perspective. Having spent so much time with the Royal family, she came to see them as the kind hearted people they were. Though not perfect, they really cared about everyone in Aurum. There was no doubt in her mind that they were set up.

”I personally saw the desperation in the king’s face, and the queen crying almost every day…it was bad everywhere...” she’d long since let the memories of her last days with the family stay tucked in the back of her mind, as well as her failed mission to keep the prince safe. ”They put me on the same ship as Prince Oliver to make sure he made it safely. Now, I don’t I don’t even know if he’s-“ her words trailed off as she noticed others approaching the door. It did no good to talk about those things now. It was best to focus on those that were there. ”It’s really good to see you.” She offered a uncharacteristicly warm smile, the kind only a handful of people ever got to see.

Cassius nodded in agreement You too. Now that you’re back it will be just like the old days. I’ve got your back. he said putting a large hand on her shoulder. As they turned back to attend to the rest of the crowd he moved back into his habitual spot, two steps behind just off the right shoulder. He was going where she went and he would have her back, anyone wanted to go through her was going to have to come at him first. It was good to be back.

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Astoria Caelus Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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ASTORIA CAELUS
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Her taxi driver was chatty, and that oddly put Astoria at ease. He commented on her accent, and she laughed it off, saying she had originally grew up in a rural part of Germany with that unusual accent. He told her about his travels around Europe and how much he'd loved and missed the food. "Is the food that different here?" She asked, and he laughed. That didn't make her feel at ease, but she chose to ignore it. He agreed to wait for her without charge as she checked in and left her bags in her room.

He dropped her off outside the gates. "Big crowd. You having a party?" He asked. "Not as such," she said. She paid him, and took a long look up towards the house. Someone appeared to be checking their insignias on the door, probably to be expected. Almost the whole way up to the door, there seemed to be a number of emotional reunions. She scanned the faces. A few she recognised... but nobody from her own district.

Her feet came to a stop of their own accord as that realisation sank in. Had... had anybody from her district gotten out? Was anybody left? Was she alone? No. No, she couldn't afford to think like that. She took a deep breath and made her way up the drive, pulling her jacket off in anticipation of having her emblem checked. It was close enough to procedure at home to make her feel a little more comfortable.

That comfort vanished as she saw the face standing beside the dark haired woman checking their emblems. It felt like she was dragged back in time to that escape vessel. The echo of her own scream ringing in her ears, the blood running onto the ground, and that empty, empty look in his face.

"You." She swore, managing to make the word sound like a threat, an accusation. "How dare you- what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She asked, looking straight past the woman and up into the man's face.


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EILIAN AMINUS
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He jumped a little as another person appeared beside him, knocking on the door for a second time. It brought him out of his head, and it made him realise that he was about to see Demi again. A smile settled onto his face, even as his heart started to pound. It wasn't Demi that opened the door. It was a dark-haired woman that he vaguely recognised but couldn't quite place, her eyes scanning him for a moment. Then she asked him for ID. It meant something different here, but he lifted his shirt to show her the symbol on his hip. She stepped aside, and Eilian stepped into the hall.

Demi was there waiting for him. Tears streamed down her face as she recognised him, and it brought tears to his own eyes. She pulled him into a tight hug, and he wrapped his arms around her, the tears spilling over his cheeks. He didn't miss many things about home, but probably the only thing he had missed was right here, right now. The closest thing he had to a sister.

"Of course I'm alive, I wasn't going to go down without a fight," he laughed. "But look at you!" He said, stepping back to take a look at her. "Look at this house!" He laughed, looking around. "You really fell on your feet, didn't you?" He remarked, stepping back in for another hug. "It's so good to see you," he said. "I thought I was hallucinating when I saw your name on that comet, I was on hour twenty seven of no sleep," he joked. Well, partially joking. He had been on hour twenty seven of no sleep thanks to business meetings and a video shoot, and he'd thought it had all been some strange, weird dream. But then that's all people had been talking about once he had slept for about twelve hours, and he realised it was real. Demi was still alive. Now that he saw her, pride started to well in his heart. He'd only really gotten back on his feet and yet look how well she was, look how successful she seemed to be.

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Character Portrait: Astoria Caelus Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Cassius had been checking ID’s by the door and had just been getting back into his groove when suddenly and unexpectedly someone was right up in his face "How dare you- what the hell do you think you're doing here?" The first question was broad for most people, but broader for Cassius. However the second question was one he felt somewhat more qualified to answer: “I’m checking ID’s?” He said, giving her a questioning look as if what he was doing was obvious. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Astoria started at him for a moment. Of course. Her hair was longer then, and she was younger. But she couldn’t get his face out of her head, hearing the shot ringing and echoing through her head, her own screams ringing in her ears. She didn’t have the luxury of forgetting him. “The escape craft. You murdered an innocent man, ring any bells?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

”Oh yeah, that guy, I mean he was going to take off with the ship only half full and leave a bunch of people to die, not exactly a pillar of society” Cassius shrugged. Still, not exactly an easy moment to forget. He’d just finished bringing back another load of people and when he’d gotten back. The fighting had been getting steadily closer all day and it was starting to be clearly audible from the ship now. As he ushered the group through the door he could hear shouting in the ship. As he made his way up to the cockpit they became louder and more panicky. “Are you kidding me?! We can’t wait anymore! The rebels are going to be in range soon and if they have any AA we’re toast out here!”

“Please, you can’t leave just yet, there are still people out there!” Pleaded one of the survivors

“Hey, We’re not leaving till this ship is full, I don’t give a fuck how close they get, we’ll deal with it”

“No way, we’re leaving!” The pilot yelled as he began to hit buttons to ready the ship for takeoff in a panicked hurry. Cassius lurched as the ship shuddered and began to take off, before he managed to stabilize himself and drew his weapon and without hesitation fired a shot straight into the back of the pilots head. The shot echoed and seemed to hang in the air for a second before time snapped back as Cassius moved forward to abort the launch sequence. That was when the screaming started. For now that was going to be someone else’s problem however. He turned back to head down the corridor, trying to wipe the blood off his hands, when he almost bumped into someone going the other way. “Hey, I gotta go get more people to safety, if you’re a pilot can you take over here? If you’re not I need you to find me a new pilot. Don’t leave till we get this ship full. Thanks” Cassius said, clapping Astoria on the shoulder with a bloody hand as he left to go back into the fray.

Back in present day Cassius shook himself out of his recollection he nodded at Astoria again “Thanks for your help back then. It's good to see you again” he said smiling, and having checked her ID now, he waved her through.

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Character Portrait: Oliver Argenti Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Ezra Sciens Character Portrait: Apollo Mundi Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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The car ride from the airport to the meeting location was relatively short, roughly about thirty to thirty-five minutes, most of which Oliver spent answering Apollo’s infinite number of questions. But he did so blissfully, each with a smile. The fleeting moments of silence were accompanied by the silver head of hair leaning on Apollo’s shoulder, the other’s presence feeling almost too surreal for the young prince’s comfort but before they knew it a grand estate appeared in front of them. Ollie double checked the address he’d hurriedly jotted into the notes feature of his phone to confirm that this was in fact where they were meant to be.

The driver came to a slow stop about half a block off the edge of the property, the rest of the street being much too congested for him to drive any further. The prince’s azure orbs scanned the structure from its foundation to the copper made roof. A familial aura wrapped itself around it, growing stronger the closer they drew, but not quite something he could place his finger on. There were a couple of people at the door. At first glance, they appear to be in conversation, but seconds later, they stepped inside to reveal a pair of faces. One, Ollie did not recognize, while the other brought a crashing wave of relief over his entire body.

”ID p-” the raven haired woman’s eyes reamed in astonishment, her mouth mimicking their shape as Oliver’s figure moved closer. Excitement dictated his actions as he rushed forward, arms wrapping tightly around Viviannah’s waist. ”Vivi, oh my god!” just for a moment, shock prevented her from moving, form frozen in place as the reality of what was happening seeped in. Soon enough, her arms returned the embrace, her shock now replaced with utter relief. ”Holy shit-!” she breathed out, almost instantly pulling away from the prince with a hasty bow. ”I mean, your highness, I’m so sorry-” she took half a step back, creating a sliver of distance between them.

Ollie’s arms folded across his chest in protest, a subtle frown replacing his previously cheerful features. ”Vivi, come on, we’ve talked about this…” Viviannah’s cold exterior softened ever so slightly, shoulders slumping into a defeated stance. ”Right...Oliver.” the frown eased from the boy’s face as she outstretched her arms, hands gently cupping his cheeks. ”You have no idea how relieved I am to see you…”. The smile took its place on the prince’s face once again. Perhaps he didn’t, but he did know how wonderful it felt to see her, how it felt to see Apollo and Ezra at the airport, to know that he wasn’t alone, rather than just aimlessly hope.

After her extended hello towards Apollo and Ezra, Viviannah let the three of them inside. Oliver never thought to ask exactly who’s home they were using. Was it Vivi’s new home? Perhaps that’s why she was in charge of checking identities. It was a spacious and well-kept home, reminiscent of the average estates within the light district. The thought alone prompted a bittersweet feeling in his chest. Had anyone else from his district survived? Or was he all on his own? What would others think when they saw him? Did they believe all those things the Thunder district accused his family of doing? They would never- he would never harm anyone even with reason.

The young boy’s heart rate picked up in seconds, his face reflecting every conflicting emotion he felt. He had half a mind to turn around and run out the same door he came in through, but before fear could get the better of him, a familiar sight pulled him back to reality. His eyes locked on the girl, her petite figure too impossible to forget. Beside her stood another beautifully familiar figure, her bright persona practically oozing from her pores. Suddenly, Ollie’s throat felt restricted, the words threatening to break before they could even leave his lips. After several long seconds of staring, and attempting to speak, he could only manage to call out their names. ”Bee...? Oona...?”

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Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Astoria Caelus Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Astoria practically choked at his reaction. He took the opportunity to scan the emblem on the inside of her elbow and wave her through, acting as if it was nothing. “How- how are you okay with that? Jesus Christ, how messed up did the war leave you? He was an innocent man! He was just doing his job! And you straight up murdered him!”

She’d thought one of the rebels had somehow gotten inside the craft when she’d heard the gunshot. She’d just been outside the door when it had happened, the gunshot making her afraid for her own life. So when one of them... one of their own, somebody who was supposed to be on their side, emerged with literal blood on his hands, she’d stood for far too long, staring at the scene. The man had been dead. He’d been killed instantly. She'd found them a pilot, one of the very few reserve pilots that hadn't fled from the fighting or been killed. They'd left, and they'd been relatively safe. But that didn't mean that the blood and the look on the dead man's face hadn't haunted her for months after.

“You’re as bad as the rebels. I hope you realize that. And I hope you’re tried as one of them,” she swore. She could feel the anger building in her veins, in her bones, so she made herself turn away and enter the house, searching for a familiar face. Plenty of familiar faces, people she recognised from home. A few she didn't. But one thing stood out to her. There wasn't a single soul from her district there. Just her. Did the teleportation district even still stand? Was she the only one left? All around her were heartfelt reunions, and she didn't know what to feel. Because this was the closest she'd been to home in years. No. She had to keep her chin up. If nobody was here, there had to be someone waiting for her at home. There had to be.


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He hadn't even realised how much he'd missed Demi. He'd found himself wondering, wondering if she'd made it out, worrying about how she was doing. His world had become such a whirlwind in the past year or so that he'd hardly had time to think, and Aurum had been the last thing on his mind. But he'd never stopped wondering about Demi. And knowing now that she was doing so well... it was impossible not to be extraordinarily happy.

He laughed as she asked if he was looking after himself. "Well..." he started, a little uncertainly, before laughing. "I'm doing fine. More than fine, actually. I, uh... I joined a band," he admitted. "And we're doing pretty okay. Shows all over the UK, Europe, that kind of thing. Got a few shows coming up in the area," he said, making it sound as if it was no big thing. But then he broke into a grin. "It's amazing, Demi. There's no feeling like it, it's incredible. You should come to one of the shows!" He gushed. He was aware of more and more people arriving, aware that he was hogging Demi's attention, and completely aware that he didn't care. This meant more to him than he could put into words. The flights out here had been expensive, and he was kinda banking on Demi letting him stay because the flights had drained his bank account and a hotel had been a little out of his price range. But he'd do it all again, just to see her.

He knew in the back of his head that this golden comet had to be a message, one way or another. And the thought of going home... well, it wasn't one that was entirely welcome. But seeing everyone here was just so incredible. This was the only thing he'd missed about home, and he fully intended on enjoying it.