Golden eyes, white hair down her back and very thin. She doesn't wear gloves like most Midas' because she is only half Midas. She can somehow control what happens with the power.
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Capella Vega
The daughter of Zuri Onurimba and Midas, Arcturus Vega. Her parents were captured and she now lives with her grandparents.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Obnoxious.Factor
Description
Golden eyes, white hair down her back and very thin. She doesn't wear gloves like most Midas' because she is only half Midas. She can somehow control what happens with the power.
So begins...
Capella Vega's Story
The girl with golden eyes fought against her grandfathers strong arm. "Let me go!" she cried. Something pulling her towards the sliding glass door. "I have to go. I'm tired of sitting here in this house everyday. I'm darn near eighteen grandpa! Let me go outside!" she shouted at him as he tightened his grip. She was becoming more and more desperate to go outside. She touched the table which had suddenly turned to solid gold. Then he let go, not taking the chance in turning into such. She ran to the door, sliding it open.
The fresh air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. Her mind was racing, as was her heart. What was it that was calling her? Why did she feel the urge to run off away from her grandparents? Why did she feel she needed to go, and why did she all of a sudden become so out spoken? She'd never raised her voice around her grandparents who for some reason were very strict.
"Gyal, you get in heya! Or you stay adoor!" yelled her grandfather with his thick Jamaican accent...
"No!" then she took off. In her heart, she felt she was chasing someone close to her. Like her mother, or her father. "Mama!? Dad!?" she shouted, it'd been almost twelve years. Were they still alive? It had to be them, especially her father. It had to be...She could feel her dad, she could feel the Midas...
A few miles down, a caravan could be seen. Her bare feet connected quickly with the damp ground beneath her and her arms pumped as she ran. The closer she got, the more her heart raced. It had to be him.
The fresh air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. Her mind was racing, as was her heart. What was it that was calling her? Why did she feel the urge to run off away from her grandparents? Why did she feel she needed to go, and why did she all of a sudden become so out spoken? She'd never raised her voice around her grandparents who for some reason were very strict.
"Gyal, you get in heya! Or you stay adoor!" yelled her grandfather with his thick Jamaican accent...
"No!" then she took off. In her heart, she felt she was chasing someone close to her. Like her mother, or her father. "Mama!? Dad!?" she shouted, it'd been almost twelve years. Were they still alive? It had to be them, especially her father. It had to be...She could feel her dad, she could feel the Midas...
A few miles down, a caravan could be seen. Her bare feet connected quickly with the damp ground beneath her and her arms pumped as she ran. The closer she got, the more her heart raced. It had to be him.
Capella Vega ran a little while longer, stopping as she reached the first tent. She stood outside of it, her hear nearly beating from her chest. Her father had to be inside, she could feel him. "Daddy...?" she said outside of the tent. "It's me..." she dug her feet into the damp soil. She kneeled to the small opening and began ready to open it, then hesitated. It may not be her father. She stood again, "Wait, are you Arcturus Vega?" she asked before the person inside could answer.
Capella Vega stared at the woman before her with a confused look. Where was her father? How did this woman know her name? Why was she on the ground crying? "W-who are you?" she asked, kneeling beside her and patting the womans back. The woman was a bit lighter than her but they had a lot of similar looks. "You must be family..." she said to the woman who had been taken over by her sobs. She tried to help her up, but was even afraid to touch her, she'd do something to this woman, like she did the table. The teenage girl touched this woman gently, trying to control her own emotions. "Do you know where my papa is? You must know him..." she said, wiping one of her own tears.
Capella Vega 's head nodded. "Oh, well...It's nice meeting you, Petra." she said with a sigh, turning to go home. She was never going to see her parents again. "I guess I'll -" her voice cracked as she turned and she fell to her knees in broken sobs. Her father was probably dead, and her mother too. Her white hair fell around her face, its curls creating a bright mane. She turned to the woman, "Will they ever come back?"
Capella Vega sobbed a bit more. "Why did they take them?" she asked, though she didn't really need an answer. She just needed someone to hold her, and to tell her that it would be alright. Her grandparents were like a machines. They did what they needed, they didnt love her. They just took care of her. That's what she thought. They didn't get close to her because they knew there was a time where the government would take her also. So, they loved her, they just didn't show it. "I-I won't leave, but what will grandpa and grandma think?" she asked her. Where were her father grandparents? Why didn't they take her? Life probably would have been so much better. The past twelve years had been hell. She'd probably have grown up much better, unless they were taken from her..."They might think I'm dead...Can we atleast tell them, or leave a note?"
Capella Vega looked at her cousin and wiped her eyes. "I'm afraid to go back, though." she told her. "I left. I ran off, he told me not to come back." The girl pulled away from her cousin and looked at her. She was tall, Capella felt like a midget compared to her. Capella had finished growing and was 5'6, not too tall and not too short. She had a small frame, skinny like her father, though her personality was more like her mothers. "If my parents aren't out, is it possible to get them?" she asked, reaching up to wipe Petra's tears. "Stop crying. I'm here to stay."
Capella Vega looked at her cousin. Her golden eyes bore much intensity. "I don't care. Did my grandfather teach my mother a few things? Her may not have liked me very much but he did, like my mother...He taught me Capoiera and Krav Maga. It may not kill as I'd like, but I can handle myself. " she said with a 'matter of fact' tone. Though her voice was still small, like an innocent child.
Capella Vega nodded to her. "Well, thank you." she said and embraced her cousin. "When shall we do this, Petra?" she asked the older woman, as she pulled from her quick embrace. She placed her hand in Petra's, like a small child would an older person. "I'd rather us go alone, but whatever you think is safer." I don't want to make this anymore dangerous than it might be, and I don't want anyone else getting hurt. I don't even want you getting hurt. You're my only Midas family that I know of besides my father, and to answer your question from earlier. I did sense the caravan." she sighed. "I miss him, I miss his warm embrace and the way he used to make me laugh."
Capella Vega started out in a jog, seeing if the woman could keep up, and then into a sprint. If she couldn't keep up she'd just slow down but in school, the girl used to run. Her grandfather kept her in sports of all kinds, hoping to discipline her. The child was already disciplined enough. Her father and mother made sure of that. She would be to her home in no time. She'd grab a few warm articles of clothing and some shoes. "I remember that nickname." she told the woman, though that was the only thing she did remember. "I didn't know you'd given it to me though." she said as she paced herself.
Capella Vega smiled. "I am, I believe. My mama, she's just gifted. I have my a little something, though. More than a lot of women I see." she laughed and stopped infront of a large house. "C'mon." she muttered, knocking on the screen door. "Granpa. I'm back!" she called, and her grandmother came to the door. "Ya get ya clovs, and ya git out. Ya don deserve awah lub." her thick Jamaican accent was filled with anger. The girls face saddened. "Alright grandma. I'm sorry, you know."
"Gyal, ya don deserve. Ya huwt us don cha know?" she said shaking her head, ignoring Petra. She
"Gyal, ya don deserve. Ya huwt us don cha know?" she said shaking her head, ignoring Petra. She
She knew who she was, and that was all she needed. "Ya leave wit this gyal heya and you repeck hah. Ya no be bad. You disgrace us gyal!" she called up the stairs. When she finally came back down, her eyes were tear stained. "We lub ya, and we see ya some udda time. Ya be safe now. We knew dis day would come. Ya granfadda dun wanna see ya go, he lub ya. He do." Capella nodded and left the door. "I love you guys too."
Capella Vega nodded with her small bag, which carried a lot more than it looked. She had a warm pair of shoes on and a nice warm jacket. "I'm ready." she hopped down the stairs and was ready to go. In her bag was a few changes of clothes and a change of underwear. She carried a few important lady things and pictures of her, her mother, and her father. She held those pictures close to her. She also carried her mothers charm bracelet and a bear that her father had given her.
Capella Vega kept up easily, her white hair blowing behind her in the wind. "So, we're really going to do this?" she asked her cousin with a smile. She was going to rescue her parents. She was so excited, though not to kill and possibly be killed, but it was a bit excited to maybe see her parents after twelve years. She could remember it like yesterday. Her mother screaming for them to let go of her father, then the pain of being taken into her mothers arm tightly and being hidden. Her grandfather fought for her, she saw the brutal fight. Everything. She saw her mother being beaten by the men and her father not being able to stop it. Since her was already taken and too weak to fight for her. He'd been beaten too bad himself. She remembered being taken out of the closet by her grandmother and seeing her fathers smile, winking at her. His last words to her being
her mothers beingI love you, I'll see you soon.
her mothers light jamaican accent still rung in her ears.I love you, Capi. Mama will be back in a little while. Granmudda and fadda, they will...they will take care of ya beautiful face. Love ya bebe. Love ya.
Capella Vega nodded. "Good." she took her cousins arm and slowed down a little. The small girl had a firmer grip than most would think. She sighed, she'd see her dad again. That made her happy. She continued to walk, but then looked down at her hand. The ring still sat there. She was leaving someone behind. Her boyfriend, the one person who actually got to hang around her after school. She was leaving him. She stopped in her tracks. "Wait..." she said "Wait one minute. I can't just leave him..." she said, though she had to, if she left without seeing him it would be a lot easier..."I have to..."
Capella Vega raised a brow. "I'm not engaged. I'm just dating him, he's kinda more like my best friend than my boyfriend though. I haven't even kissed him." she shook her head and began to walk on back to the camp. "My grandparents will tell him, he will understand. It's not like he can't write." she smiled sadly and as they arrived at the camp, she stopped at Petras tent. When you gather your things, I guess you'll be leading the way?"
Capella Vega followed closley behind pulling her hair into a pony tail. She'd hoped nothing would bother them that night because she definitely didn't want to fight tonight. It was already too much leaving, and realizing that her parents weren't really as far as she'd thought. "Where are we heading to, so that it won't be as dangerous in the morning?" she asked, curious. She didn't care where they stayed but she would like to know about it.
Capella Vega smiled and took Petra's hand. "So, good luck is good." she said with a light smirk. She took a glance at her and blushed. "Thank you for the compliment, you're pretty yourself. Like an unnatural or unhuman beauty. Like a doll." Capella was just glad they were not in too much danger, especially since they hadn't reached the woods yet. She'd seen it in the distance but she still wasn't worried, though she had heard of the Ferals. Her grandfathers friend was killed by ferals for lighting a flashlight, and making too much noise. Her boyfriend was attacked by ferals, but somehow managed to get out alive.
Capella Vega had no idea what her star was. She just knew her name. "Good." she said as she rubbed her eyes. She was already tired, she was usually sleeping at that time. It was way past midnight, and she'd be waking up for school at this time, though she already graduated. She'd graduated a week before this day, and she thanks the heavens above for that, because she wouldn't have been able to miss school. "Petra, how long may this journey last and might we get seriously injured?" she wasn't afraid, but she wanted to look at least presentable for her parents.
Capella Vega didn't even know what transmutation was. "What's that...? My grandpa doesn't know how to train me for that kind of stuff." she said with a raised brow. She was growing more and more nervous, and felt she needed a vehicle for this. They were going across a nation. They were going to come across things worse than ferals. How was she going to handle this...?"
Capella Vega raised a brow. "I only do it when I'm scared, or angry. When my emotions are at their peak." she said to her, a little nervous. "Is that bad? I turned a table into gold when I touched it. When I normally touch things, it doesn't happen." she shrugged and smiled at her aunts memory, "I wish I could have met him."