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Hel

Scary things come in small packages

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a character in “A Gifted World”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Full Name: Helena Alys Norrevinter

Nicknames/Aliases: Little Hel, Devil Child,

Age: 6

Gender: Female

Gift:

Berserkergang - Much like her mother, Hel is able to call upon berserk abilities.

UNKNOWN- The full extent and even definition of Helena's powers have yet to become clear to those around her. She appears to have an ability, to some degree, to form some kind of link with others that allows her to control them, and inflict pain upon them at will. It's unclear if this is the limit, or whether her power is developing still.


Loyalty: Born in Erubesco, currently staying with The Wanderers.


Description: Hel resembles a small, short-set girl of six years of age. She is a little underweight for her age and height, and has long, untidy, bright ginger hair like that of her mother. Her eyes have vivid berry-red irises. Her skin is pale and white from lack of sunlight.

There is notable surgical scarring, on her forehead, face, neck and shoulder, clear signs of her time within Erubesco.

She's generally found wearing a hooded jacket and red tennis shoes given to her by Spire, and her mother's mjolnir pendant.

Personality: Hel is a creature very much influenced by her environment. Once a relatively ordinary child, she has taken on a very different demeanour during her time shut away in the laboratories of Erubesco. She is perpetually serious, to the point of being rather morbid, and seems to have an extremely casual attitude towards death and killing. Indeed she has openly stated her intentions towards Dutch, to murder him, and has attacked him on a few occasions.

She is unusually quiet and focused for a child of her age. She is usually quite self-contained, and does not talk more than she needs to.

Hel is quite a schemer, and seems to have some kind of greater plan in mind. She has been creating psychic links with members of the wanderers by which she is able to control them, working toward a certain goal. She feels it's her job to 'fix' people. Her methods though, are brutal.

Despite this, Hel is still a child. She has a childish understanding of the world around her, childish lack of skills, (like shoelaces) and childish fears (like Mina's hair). She is attached to her toy, Atzy, and Spire, whom she treats as something of a father figure.

Hel has an enormous fear of returning to Erubesco, and threats of it tend to throw her into a panic.




Skills: -Helena seems very intelligent considering her age, and appears to be able to formulate comparatively complex plans and tactics.



Weaknesses:

-Hel is a child, and has both the size disadvantage that comes with it, and something of a childish mindset. While she is clever she has quite black and white reasoning, and can easily be diverted or distracted.


Brief History: Hel was born to Kora Norrevinter from an Erubesco-ordered union between her and COmmander Green, in an attempt to weaponize the man's abilities. Initially however, Hel displayed no sign of these powers, and as a result she was left smewhat on the backburner, to be raised by her young and rather ill-equipped mother who did struggle to juggle the demands of being a Knight and the demands of parenthood.

Hel never felt mistreated in her younger years, but she was often left to make her own entertainment, and invented all kind of imaginary characters and ideas in order to keep herself amused whilst her mother was working.

When she was four, powers began to show. Rudimentary abilities, but potentially incredibly powerful. Those of Green, but perhaps without the restrictions of his rules.

There was some sort of block however. Something preventing Hel from reaching her full potential, and Erubesco, Commander Green in particular, was willing to go to great lengths to attempt to unlock this. The result was experimentation that proved to be both immoral, and damaging. After two years, Hel ended up with the Wanderers due to the actions of Rei, one of Green's creations whom Hel appears able to control. She ended up being taken under the wing of Spire, their resident gifted-hating killer. While maybe a dubious privilege, Hel took to the man. His antipathy towards many members of the group appealed to Hel's nasty streak, and meant that he was less likely to scold her on some of her more questionable actions.

As a result, when her mother discovered her to be alive, she ran to Spire, fearing a return to Erubesco, and leaving the Knight Commander distraught and unable to take her against her will.

Now, Hel remains in the group as somewhat of an outlier. But her position is in jeopardy, with her father getting quite keen to bring her back and finish his work.



Other:
Hel is often seen with her toy, Atzy, a stuffed coyote, that was, supposedly, once a lab technician within Erubesco.

So begins...

Hel's Story

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Rei Character Portrait: Hel
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Hel had taken advantage of the relative inattention of her de facto caretaker in order to leave the breakfast she'd been sort-of eating in order to slip outside.

The girl seemed to have a rather uncanny skill at moving silently.

Because of this, the red-haired child was soon outside within the ruins, where the group had gathered around the crumbled shape on the concrete.

Helena made her way over without a great deal of hesitation.

Some people might have regarded her ease around the scene of carnage as rather unsettling. She walked over to the broken man and started casually scooping up a few handfuls of of the bloodied feathers from the floor and stuffing them in the pockets of her hoodie.

Well, it was a bit unsettling.

Though judged on the benchmark of a girl who had, the day before, stabbed a teleporter to death without the slightest moment's hesitation.

Considering, this was pretty mild for Hel.


She paused for moment in her collection, stopping and eyeing the man with a brief tilt of the head from side to side, like a small dog trying to identify if movement was that of an animal.

"He knows my dad." she declared, with a half-frown.
"Is he going to die?
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Rei, whilst surprised by this sudden and rather gruesome turn of events, was not exactly horrified by seing a man rash to earth and splatter on the city's surface. She hadn't expected it, but considering some of the stuff she'd seen and experiences recently, it didn't elicit the horror it might have on someone who'd never eaten a dead soldier. Upon catching sight of the diminutive gifted approaching however, Rei became visibly more uncomfortable. Her face might have gone pale in the situation had she not always looked practically white-skinned at the best of times.

"Well. Uh. It looked like you all have this under control so I guess I'll....go do some other thing." the mutant mumbled as she edged her way backward and attempted to avoid the attentions of the little hellspawn.

Helena was certainly not above picking on Rei for any reason. Boredom, mainly. She had all the impulsivity and capriciousness of someone her age and the power and capacity for cruelty that far far outstripped it, and that made for a pretty horrifying combination.

Maybe this new appearance would distract the little monster from tormenting her.
Rei felt moderately bad hoping for that, admittedly....though she couldn't help but feel it was, at this point, someone else's turn to be forced to eat rocks and old tin cans by some pint sized demon from hell.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Mina Aldridge Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Rei Character Portrait: Hel Character Portrait: Kayla Chandler Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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The way Hel honed straight toward a scene of carnage like a shark in bloodied water was uncanny.

“Hel,” said Spire, slowing his run to a walk when he saw the group, and Hel thankfully unharmed. “Hey. Don’t do that,” he panted.

And he didn’t mean the stuffing bloody feathers in her pockets; that behavior didn’t even strike him as odd for a six-year-old. At her age, he had enjoyed twisting the necks of small mammals and fingerpainting with their blood, back before he escalated to bigger prey.

“You can’t run off without asking, okay kid?” Spire said, recovering his calm. “Not when the labs are trying to get you back.”

Spire had looked away from the girl for maybe ten seconds while talking to Soren in the kitchen. She’d been five feet away from him. Her picked-at plate sat at the table, but she’d vanished. Last time she’d disappeared from under his nose, it was because an Erubescan speedster had tried to abduct her, so her sudden disappearance was understandable cause for alarm. This time, he’d launched after her so fast he might as well have been a speedster himself.

But now he showed no sign of his momentary panic. He stood as cool as carved stone, and addressed the group at large. "Well," he drawled. "We've been getting a lot of unwanted company lately, haven't we?"

Spire nudged Hel away from the battered Larke. He didn’t want her poking around too close the body, since Spire could tell by the general fussing that their avian friend was still alive. Fine. If he lived, maybe he could join the speedster in Pierrot’s extra-dimensional hell. And maybe eventually someone would acknowledge that the most practical solution was to let Spire cut both their throats. Trying to extract information from the speedster could tide him over for a while, but it did more to whet his thirst than anything else. At the end of the day, torture in and of itself felt empty--just pointless indulgence. Taking a life--that mattered. It combined all the satisfaction of ridding the world of one more corrupt creature with the empowering feeling of control, and the electrifying sensation of steel slicing flesh, of slick, warm blood between his fingertips. Spire would get his fix, the Wanderers wouldn’t have to waste resources on dangerous prisoners, and Hel would have an abundant supply of feathers for whatever craft project she appeared to be planning. He didn’t see the problem. Everyone would be happy. But especially Spire. Spire would be very happy.

Okay.

Focus.

Spire’s pale eyes peeled away from the vulnerable form of the unconscious crash victim, pushed his hands into the deep pockets of his coat, and turned to his younger brother. “You okay? What happened?”

“I’m not hurt. I shot him down,” Toby said hoarsely. “He’s Erubescan.”

Spire nodded, and, not perceiving the difference between “okay” and “not hurt,” he moved on to other matters. “How does he know your dad?” he asked Hel, always a little grated by the mention of Commander Green for a combination of reasons that tended to confuse him.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Rei Character Portrait: Hel Character Portrait: Kayla Chandler Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Kayla had seen her good share of gore and violence in her life, but the Erubescan's descent had certainly left her shaken. She flinched as he had made impact with the ground, her green eyes wide with shock as the ash and dust cleared. Upon seeing the blood and feathers scattered across the ground around the mangled body, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She held a hand against her mouth to keep herself from screaming or throwing up. As Mina approached to heal him, she looked away, trying to push the image out of her mind.

It wasn't until Mina stuttered out his name that she looked back. "Larke." She mumbled, her brow furrowing. She looked at the fallen medic and remembered seeing him when they had rescued Drake. "He was in the facility we broke into when Drake was held captive." She pointed out, ignoring the faint twinge of sadness in her chest. Focus. She thought to herself. She looked at Mina, noticing that she looked rather uneasy for someone she didn't really know. Frowning in concern, she walked over and rested a hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"So, if we don't need Clockwork, what should we do with him?" She asked, looking at the others in question. She tried not to pay attention to Hel as she started gathering up the bloody feathers. While the act was rather disturbing, she knew it wouldn't be ideal to question it.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Spire Schippers Character Portrait: Mina Aldridge Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Rei Character Portrait: Hel Character Portrait: Kayla Chandler Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Seraphina Iclosis Character Portrait: Talin Melardos
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Strangely enough, it was with a sense of both relief and discomfort which Dawn regarded Spire’s approach. Discomfort because the older Schippers’ thoughts weren’t the most pleasant thing to be witness to (even now, she could feel the soft undercurrent regarding the prisoners, and quickly began trying to tune the whole thing out), and relief because, well. As odd as it was, the man had become a sort of guardian to Hel throughout the weeks that she had been with the Wanderers. While he wasn’t exactly the first choice she would have when it came to caretakers, Dawn doubted that Hel would obey if they tried keeping her away from Larke’s body. Even if Spire saw nothing wrong with Hel’s...recent behavior, he seemed at least set on keeping her away from the stranger at the time being.

Running a hand over her lips, Dawn rose, giving a soft “that’s okay” in response to Rei’s slipping away- although her eyes remained firmly locked upon Larke, as if half expecting him to suddenly rise and start walking around. Any doubts were gone now: their visitor was Erubescian. That meant that, if the Helton curse rang true- which it did, Dawn had seen more than enough examples to be sure by now- and if Larke Sterling was still a loyal man, then he wouldn’t have much time left lying out around here.

Something needed to be done with him, that was for sure.

“No,” she said. Forcing herself to look away from the body, Dawn gave a firm, deliberate shake of her head, clutching one arm with the other. “No, Hel, he’s not going to die.”

Not this one, at least.

“We should, um. We do have to put him somewhere, though. Maybe we could have Pierrot…” She trailed off, the note of hesitance clear in her voice. Mina obviously knew Larke, which made the matter much more...difficult. Personal, really. She doubted that when the man woke up, the meeting would be pleasant- especially if they welcomed him by tossing him in Pierrot’s portalland and leaving him to see his fellow Erubescian inside, her tendons open and drooling.

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