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Matrim Ionioi

"I am a shield that protects the warrior, but I am not without my own danger."

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a character in “Blighted Hearts”, as played by Rammus

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"I am a shield that protects the warrior but I am not without my own danger."



⌈Role⌋
The partner of the eldest Calloway brother. Though usually a voice of reason, he can be as foolhardy as his partner at times.

⌈Age⌋
18

⌈Appearance⌋
Matrim stands around 5'8'' with medium length golden hair to compliment his crimson eyes. He is not very bulky bust very muscular in his his slightly smaller build. He wears a jacket over his white button up usually open showing the middle of his shirt.

⌈Spectral Arms⌋
Two gauntlets and two greaves, they have to abilities the longer they are in combat for, the more speed strength and endurance he gains, as well he can them to create disk of wind that can be used as platforms and to deflect attacks.

⌈Personality⌋
Calm and level headed are the two best words for Mat. He tries to protect others to the best of his abilities. He can seem rather emotionless at times but he has a temper once ignited is hard to control and harder to stop. He has a large sense of pride, taking great pleasure in any victories or accomplishment that he makes but his defeats he contemplates with great furor as to not let it happen again.

⌈History⌋
Matrim was born and raised in city other than Halcyon Bay. He learned how to fight while he was young, even younger then most of the others in his city. He was very good at it, preferring his own body over weapons. This put him at a disadvantage in fights so he focused on learning how to defend against most attacks and then countering. Eventually his citiy's military got into trouble with a blighted and Mat's entire platoon got wiped out except for him. He stayed on the defensive not once seeing a opening to attack. When eventually the Blight Hunters showed up the Mat and the mage were both exhausted, making him easy for the Blight Hunters to finish off. After that Mat was invited to join the Blight Hunters.

After he finished his training, he was transferred to Halcyon Bay where he was partnered with an up and coming Blight Hunter known as Lonan Calloway.



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So begins...

Matrim Ionioi's Story

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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“You bitch...!” He growled, the blood in his throat making his voice sound garbled and weak. He put his hand firmly on his collarbone, and felt it quickly soak with crimson claret. “I'll kill... you.”

“Mmm, but that is what you said last time, yes?” She brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered seductively. “And we both now how that worked out.” She gently brushed over his eye patch with her thumb. Letting out an almost ethereal laugh, she cupped his chin with her velvet-gloved hand. With ease, she pushed him over, and with a thud, the back of his head hit the cobblestone street. “You know what I am after little boy. So why don't you simply give it unto me?” She traced her finger across his bloodied chest, and with it, came a line of searing pain. Her eyes began to glow fiercely with a rose-coloured hue, and she lowered her chest onto his. However, a small smirk escaped him, as the javelin impaled the woman, starkly through her breastbone. A scarlet ichor dripped from her mouth as her snowy hair fell onto his face and her regal smile twisted into a pouting frown. The two of them continued to bleed out, as she rested her head on the nape of his neck, and softly spoke;

“Can you hear the birds?”




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He was jolted awake, gasping and breathing heavily, by the squawk of a raven flying swiftly past his window. He whipped his head towards his bedroom wall, observing his face in the mirror which was mounted above his desk. He slowed his breathing as he observed, taking note of the glowing green seal that covered his left eye. It was still there. Of course it was.He cursed under his breath to no one in particular, as he threw his sheets off of his sweat covered body, and entered the bathroom on the side of his quarters. after a quick soak in the tub, he threw on black slacks a plain white undershirt, and of course, his accursed black eye patch, and exited his room, heading down the hallway towards the dining room.

"Good morning, master Calloway." One of the maids said, curtsying halfheartedly to him as he made his way towards the breakfast table, the bright candles in the chandelier like daggers to his sleep-deprived eyes. Or at least the one that still worked.
"What'll you have for breakfast?" She asked.

"I don't care." He said, pulling up and chair and slumping down rudely. "Ah, the usual." She replied, with a hint of sarcasm. After a few minutes of resting his head on the table, hair still wet, he was brought a large plate of mostly meat; Sausage, bacon, a medium-sized steak, and a large cup of black coffee. He began eating, and through a half-full mouth, he looked up at the others who had decided to have breakfast, asking: "Aye, what's on the agenda today?"

"Don't be a cretin Lonan." Lonan rolled his eye as his father chastised him. "Nothing has come up for today as of yet, so you and Matrim will be visiting a brothel near Reaver's Straight to gather information about one of the more frequent clients, whom we suspect has had dealing with Them. I'll have you take Emilio as well." Lonan chuckled at the thought of his younger brother in a brothel."The rest of you are free to do as you please. I'll be in my study." He said, grabbing his teacup and exiting the dining room. "Well, should be fun for you Mat, you go to those places all the time, right?" He said, teasing his partner.

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Echo Visalius Character Portrait: Emily Calloway Character Portrait: Claudia Palmodon Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Aldwyn Calloway Character Portrait: Kyofu "Scarecrow" Karasu Character Portrait: Moirae Caliuth Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.


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It was unusual for Echo to sleep through the night, normally her closed eyelids would be tinted with the shade of nightmares, the dying voices of her brother's and the cries of her mother and father as they were slain in front of her. Normally Echo would awake in a screaming fit, clawing at anything in reach and even scratching anyone who dared check up on the girl to see what all the fuss was about. Most anyone had learned to stay away from the room she occupied at night, to avoid going into her room lest they'd like to loose an eye. Tonight though, there were no visions of the past; instead her dreams were plagued by happy moments that Echo clung to desperately like a child who grabbed onto their mother's skirts so they would not get lost in market.

It was beautiful and unsettling.

Echo could hardly stomach it as she awoke to a foggy morning, sun fighting with clouds in order to pour in through the drawn shades of the window of the room she occupied. Echo did not consider this her room, none of these belongings were her's and so she'd never refer to them in the possessive sense, she liked to believe that everything was borrowed even if her initials were sewn into the pocket of her uniform shirt and her clothing were custom to her size. As the girl pushed the covers aside and strode over to the vanity she checked her arms for the marks she was accustomed to wrapping, the marring of nails in skin that tore her from the nightmares and spit her up into reality. Today there were none and yet despite this she chose to wear a long sleeved white button down shirt, the wheels in her mind reeling as Echo brushed her hair with a short, horse hair brush in order to remove the coarse knots from her scalp.

Once upon a time Echo's hair had been so long that even braided it would tickle her ankles. Now she found the femininity a bit of a hassle to keep up with and so she did not participate in the lavish female lifestyle. No, Echo had shorn her locks short in order to make the upkeep manageable. If anything it had been more of a symbolic gesture; she was finally being released from her past and with new life came new looks. Gone were the days of childish hair braiding and ribbon wearing, she was an adult with responsibilities and besides the fact it was really the only aspect Echo had control over. Her soul belonged to the hunter's, her life theirs to use or crush should they find or feel the need.

Echo tucked her shirt into the black skirt and zipped up her boots. Judging by the gloominess outside it was around breakfast and if Echo did not get downstairs soon then the new hunters would gobble down every last bite, leaving nothing for her. Rounding the spiral staircase Echo could hear the delightful chatter of people. She picked up her pace, reaching the dining hall only to see the tables were already packed. The hunter shook her head with a sigh and looked around, noticing a hand waving in her direction. Smiling with relief Echo made her way over to the table where the neighbors of her floor were seated, chatting delightfully about mundane things. The hand had belonged to Cheryl, one of the more senior hunter's who had sort of made it her mission to get Echo to open up to her. It wasn't working, but Echo was amused by Cheryl's attempts. She humored the girl really and the hunter made great company at the end of a long day when there was nothing to do but sit around and talk.

"If you don't hurry, you're gonna be late." The man to her left spoke, Niall. Eco waved him away with a shake of her right hand and lifted up the tea cup at her place. They had already made her a plate, which was unusual. "We figured since you hadn't been screaming last night it was best not to wake you," Niall spoke once more, a hint of a tease in his voice. "Thank you," Echo replied quietly and picked up her fork, warm tea already snaking its way through her belly. She finished quickly and stood, thanking the group once more for saving her a place and abandoning the cushy chair as she made her way out the door, quickly grabbing her coat from the rack and heading towards the Calloway residence where her partner, Aldwyn, lived.

She made it passed the gates of their residence and strode up to the door, knocking on the grand wooden doors that were so large they would easily intimidate a child.

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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The fog slowly circled around Matrim as he maneuvered through the grounds he had prepared for himself to train. A minor move sending the fog twirling indiscriminately, with only the slow dripping of water to make a noise in the background. Frowning Mat mutters to himself quietly "Tsk, not good enough." Walking slowly away he starts heading over to the Calloway's to grab his partner and get there new mission.


Upon reaching the mansion of his partner Mat notices the gate is locked from the inside, sighing he summons his spectral arms. Creating steps to walk over the wall he casually strides above and onto the other side. Turning around he unlocks the gate so the other partners would have a easy time getting in. As he arrives to the main dinning room Mat overhears Lonan and his father talking. Just as he enters Lonan mentions "Well, should be fun for you Mat, you go to those places all the time, right?" "Nope with as much as you visit them though, I thought you would start recognizing people now." Replying with a grin and a wink Mat. Continuing without even slowing down "you sure you want to bring him? you know he bothers me."

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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I wish that I could fly sometimes, cause then I could finally be myself and not be afraid.

You're the sky that I fell through. . .
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There was a bad taste in Emilio's mouth, he had a nightmare only a few hours ago. Thinking back on it made him uneasy, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. I'm strong too, I won't cry. I'll be tough for my big brothers! Sniffling and wiping his eyes Emilio grinned and bounced out of his bed. He had never been one to act like others expected him too. In fact, the only people who don't seem to mind him don't expect much out of him as a person. Emilio often found himself thinking like grown-ups do, but every time he did that his head started hurting, and his heart even more. Because whenever he thought like an adult he was reminded of how much his father disliked him, called him a failure of a son. Said it was like having another daughter. Now it seemed as if Emilio's father had given up on him.

Heaving a sigh and getting dressed Emilio smiled brightly and sniffled softly. I'm sorry Papa, I'm sorry I'm not a perfect boy like Aldwyn or Lonan. I'm sorry I'm not tough like Emily either. Putting his arms out like a bird Emilio rushed out of his bedroom and into the place where his father was. Sitting down he bowed his head as food was brought to him. He noticed Lonan was there and they were chatting. He just listened politely. Then his father mentioned a place Lonan got to go to with his friend. Then as father spoke more he heard him say "Emilio."

"Thank you Papa! I'll be good, I'll be the best! Lonan we're going on an adventure! Yay, yay, yay!" Emilio said bouncing in his seat. Before his brother could respond Emilio saw Lonan's buddy coming into the room. Emilio didn't quite like big brother Lonan's friend Mat, but then again big brother's friends were meanies usually.

"You sure you want to bring him? You know he bothers me." Mat said coldly. Emilio puffed out his cheeks and folded his arms. Then looked down noticing he had put on his kimono. Standing to his short height and looking over his nose at the man he spoke in a very, very convincing young girl's voice.

"That is no way to speak to an Empress peasant. Bow and apologize." Emilio huffed, extending a slender hand in Mat's direction, the coral colored kimono framing his small figure. In his mind, Emilio knew he was looked down upon for being so childish, he also knew no one took him seriously, some even thought him to be "special" well, not really the case here. He just knew being a child was so much easier and so much more fun. If it damaged his Calloway pride, god given to him at birth, to have a bit of fun, he'd shatter that pride in an instant.

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Moirae Caliuth Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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I wanted to help
So, I can
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But, I failed
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There was an eerie silence which encompasses the darkness. It was constricting and extremely cold. There was a deafening sound, one much like of a scream, but of what and of whom. That was left as a mystery for it ceased as light began to illuminate through the opened eyes of the rather infamous resident doctor of the Bastion. Moirae was finally awaken from her rather uncomfortable slumber. She seemed to have spent her time at the library present within the Calloway Mansion. She had been far too engrossed in her work that she did not mind the passing of time. And thus, she slept on her chair with her head upon the desk. She was quite used to such scenarios already.

Mauve-colored eyes blinked a couple of times to adjust to the brightness. She gazed at the windows which allowed the entry of sunlight, bathing the room with such morning brilliance. Morning has truly come, so it seems. She stretched her arms and her body, much like how a cat would do and then glanced at the scattered documents and books on the table in front of her. She was actually doing some research about runic symbols connected with the use of dark powers. This was all in relation to that incident of Ansel and Margaret. The mere remembrance of it made her radiate gloom like none other. Her hands slowly lowered to her side as it was clenched into fists. She couldn't save them. She couldn't save him. All she could do was declare them dead and find the cause of death, even at the point, there was no clarity provided. She felt so inadequate at that point. "I'm sorry... so sorry..." She murmured to herself and bit her lower lip in anguish, but not enough to make it bleed.

Taking a moment to steel herself, she shook the guilt and the sadness. After so, she took a deep breath and collected the papers she had found some references in.

She could continue this later since, she would need to attend her primary duty, and that is being the doctor of the Bastion's Blight Hunters. But before that, she was going to need to fix herself up and then have some breakfast to start the day. With that in mind, she stopped at her room which was also in the Calloway Mansion, she had been living with them since she had lost her parents. She did her morning rituals and made sure that she is acceptable to her eyes. She then left her room for the dining hall. It seemed that the Calloway's patriarch was already there along with the others. "Good morning, everyone." She offered her greeting and took her seat at the table. The maids attended to her immediately with a smile. There was no need to ask her what she will be having for breakfast as she will always have the same every morning. Before her, a simple salad with fresh-squeezed orange juice were presented, she offered her thanks to them. Then proceeded to eat her breakfast, she didn't offer small talk and simply listened to the conversation.

The only time she did speak was when the Calloway patriarch decided to leave them on their own. "Uncle" She called out to the older male, it had been what she calls him since long ago. "I have something I want to discuss with you." The man was notified and gave her a short nod to imply, that he will be waiting for her. She offered a small smile of appreciation and then glanced towards Lonan, Matrim, and Emilio who had been told to go to some brothel. Then, there was a conversation between the three boys as she shook her head a bit. She was not concerned about Emilio coming along, he was a Blight Hunter even if as a trainee. He had proven himself. "This would be a good experience for Emilio. It would also give you Lonan a sense of responsibility and Matrim do make sure the two do not go overboard. My one request for you three are to stay unharmed." She then flashed them a rather gentle yet dark smile. before continuing. "Don't make me worry too much, okay?"

After saying that, she continued with her meal until there was a knock heard. There were two possibilities of who could that be. But, that was not much of a concerned for her at the moment. As it is, she continued with her meal. There were still a lot of things she would need to take a look at. Then, she would need to have that talk with Uncle. For now, she was having her breakfast, just like any other day, but really, it wasn't like that at all.

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Character Portrait: Lonan Calloway Character Portrait: Echo Visalius Character Portrait: Emilio Calloway Character Portrait: Aldwyn Calloway Character Portrait: Moirae Caliuth Character Portrait: Matrim Ionioi

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L O C A T I O N ; Garden - Dinning Room - Foyer
C O L O R; #00688B
O O C; so I am on my bro's laptop writing and I didn't get to
use it for very long so there will be a few errors that I will
fix on Thursday.



    Mornings came easy to Aldwyn, so much in fact that even before the sun broke the horizon one could see him walking in the garden with hands in pocket and eyes closed as he navigated though without stepping on anything. It's become a habit of his ever since he could remember, but if he had to pinpoint the exact day he would guess it started when the nightmares became more than just nightmares - they were reality. Not naturally scared of anything he took the hunters life in stride, ready to face whatever asshole creature that dare challenge him. That was however, before he really knew what fighting for your life meant.
    He was naïve and while he didn't have rose tinted goggles he sure as hell didn't see the world as cruel yet. Aldwyn often wonders what his younger self would think of him now. Would he accept his fate, or try everything in his power to not become someone so terrible as he?

    These were the thoughts that plagued his mind in the hours before dawn, it's as if with light it breaks a spell that he didn't even know he was under the influence of. No more thoughts of darkness or his past disturbed him as the first rays of the sun slowly came seeped over the horizon. Aldwyn was thankful for the rising, but he couldn't quite understand why he would wake up every he forced himself to wake up and walk until the sun saved him. Perhaps the nightmares were worse than his thoughts, and to forget about them he must walk them out. But, Aldwyn is thankful for that every morning he wakes up in cold sweat he cannot remember what he had dreamt of.

    "Master Aldwyn, breakfast is being served!" called one of the workers who knew he had a penchant to the garden and he nodded in response - slowly walking over to the back side of the house and away ''from the fresh smelling flora.

    "I believe the chef made Eggs Benedict today?" he asked following the maid down the long corridors and into the dining area. "Of course Master Aldwyn."

    As he approached his siblings and his father a sense of dread filled him. He loved his family, but the only thing he seemed to have in common with any of them was their genetics and hunting abilities. Nothing has come up for today as of yet, so you and Matrim will be visiting a brothel near Reaver's Straight to gather information about one of the more frequent clients, whom we suspect has had dealing with Them. I'll have you take Emilio as well.The rest of you are free to do as you please. I'll be in my study." And so without even having begun his breakfast Aldwyn said good-bye to his father with distaste clear in his voice. "Let today be the day where young Emilio becomes a man in the face of women, and Matrim finally learns not to speak so brashly toward my kin." Aldwyn didn't smile but rather let his words try and agitate his brother's partner - but whether or not he did or didn't he was happy his little brother was finally going on a mission, to a brothel, but a mission nonetheless.

    As he sliced into the egg on top of the muffin Aldwyn heard Moirae request of the three boys to not injure themselves. "That request may be unintentionally declined," and with that he finished the rest of his food silently until he heard a knock on the door, and seeing no one stand up to answer he did the honor. Beyond the wooden door he was greeted to the sight of his partner in all her glory. "Come in, I have something planned for today that requires absolute stealth."

    Aldwyn moved to let her in and closed the door behind her, "Dear Emilio is going on a mission today with my brother and his partner to - of all things - a brothel. he couldn't help but snicker at the thought once more, "We're free to do whatever we want so I suggest we follow them. For educational purposes only. Aldwyn said the last part quickly knowing she would probably think his intentions to be impure because honestly he did't trust Matrim to keep Emilio safe and Lonan could be too focused on the task at hand to pay attention to his little brother.