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Anahi Santana

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a character in “gods among us”, as played by NotWhatYouThink

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Lauren Jauregui - Invisible Chains



x NICKNAME(S)xAna, Nahi or Nani
x GENDERXFemale
x SEXUALITYXBisexual
x ETHNICITYXAfro-Latino
x MAJOR(S)XZoologyXXX
AGEXTwentyXXX
GOD/GODDESSXBastetXXX
ORIGINXLa Vega, D.RXXX
MINOR(S)XClassical studiesX
HEXX#c58379XXX







PERSONA

Anahi is an honest woman, owns up to her messes and doesn’t find the appeal in lying, making her an open book if she allows you access. What she isn’t though is standoffish or a coward. She may walk around with an aura of calm confidence to her but it’s not overwhelming to the point of intimidation unless she wants it to be which is rarely. When she greets you with a soft smile it’s hard not to return the gesture and once she starts speaking, people usually listen. Being passionate and a person who wears her heart on her sleeve, she doesn’t hide from her emotions, especially her fear. She doesn’t let it take over and will stand her ground shaking before she runs away.


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LEISURE

LIKES || Homemade food and cooking said food o watching the sunset o peonies, carnations and succulent plants o taking short naps under the sun o singing to herself when she's alone o animals, especially the predetory kind and the babies o that feeling of home and safety o being behind the wheel especially when cruising o bold and daring colors o testing theories and taking risks o all kinds of music but her favorite are songs with drums or a lot of bass o old ancient languages
DISLIKES || strong smells o cold and damp places o cheap tequila or red wine o feeling angry oooooooo
QUIRKS || she has a thing where in thought she'll rub her thumb to her other fingers, its a texture thing o

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MAGICUS

GOD/GODDESS || Bastet, goddess of protection and felines.
Force Field Manipulation || Anahi was bestowed with the ability of being able to manifest and manipulate a field of energy without mass and make it disguise itself as mass or a solid so whatever force is thrown at it, the energy won't let it pass.
Feline Physiology || The second ability bestowed upon her is being able to hear, move, smell and see like any feline. She inhereted slight feline features, claws, canines, eyes that gleam back in the dark when you shine a light on them and one amazing equialibrium.

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APTITUDE

STRENGTHS || has a way with animals o gifted with a lovely voice, she sings for no one but herself or the empty winds o knows how to speak and read spanish, greek, and arabic but knows basic latin.
WEAKNESSES || Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Praesent ultricies urna a quam scelerisque rhoncus. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos.
FEARS || Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Praesent ultricies urna a quam scelerisque rhoncus. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos.

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HISTORY

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So begins...

Anahi Santana's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Eli Russell
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The hot sun beat down relentlessly on the small group of travelers, nearly exhausted from the full day of exploring. They had been in Egypt for a short two days but had already done so much. The first day was spent exploring the city itself, the food, the culture, and a few landmarks such as the Abdeen Palace and Khan el-Khalili. Arguably, today’s activities were perhaps the most exciting and nearly everyone was looking forward to it. The day began with a short bus ride to the outskirts of Cairo in Giza, where the students were allowed to explore one of the seven wonders of the world. The Pyramids of Giza. The impressive structures were a breathtaking sight and it wouldn’t have been complete without a lengthy lecture from Hawthorne. Elena had already sent a barrage of pictures to her parents and brother back home, she knew they would’ve loved to see this. They spent about four hours at the site before the sun had just begun to set in western horizon. Most thought the day would’ve been called quits there.

Although the Professor had other plans.

When the buses began to fill leading the tourists back to the capital, Hawthorne instead had the group stay behind as he wanted to see one last thing before they headed back. His request was met with some protest - after all they had been trekking nearly all day, not to mention whatever the man had in mind was definitely not on the itinerary. It wasn’t until about a half hour after they had been wandering aimlessly around the desert that it was obvious they were more than a little lost.

”Professor where exactly are we going?” Elena spoke up from the front of the group, adjusting her backpack more comfortably on her shoulders. The heat had begun to take a toll on her, no telling how sunburnt she was going to be in the morning. He was too deeply involved in his map to hear her as he mumbled to himself tracing his fingers over the map leading them onward.

Elena blew a small sigh out of her lips and slowed her pace so she fell in line with Jaiden and Yousof, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose slightly. “Alright, Hawthorne has officially lost it” She muttered under her breath. “Weren’t the buses back that way? I’d really prefer not to spend the rest of this trip rotting in the desert.”

Others however were a little less vocal with their obvious concern. Augustine had been trailing behind the majority of his peers throughout the day, stumbling several times over rocks and occasionally his own feet. It was almost as if the young man needed a harness tied around his waist so he wouldn’t stray too far from everyone else. Granted, the pyramids fascinated him in his own little way. His parents would’ve spent days camping out here just to get the perfect picture. Auggie still couldn’t help but feel a tad bit underprepared for what this entire trip had to offer. His mother nearly fainted at the thought of her precious son in a foregin country.

They had been led past the Pyramid of Menkaure to the Queen’s Pyramids, a set of three Pyramids that were smaller in comparison to the others each built for a famous Egyptian Queen. Long gone were the signs placed conveniently for the tourists, it was beginning to look like mountains upon mountains of sand dunes awaiting them when the ground suddenly dipped down into a small ravine. Professor Hawthorne skidded to an abrupt stop at the sudden dip in the ground and his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. ”Fascinating” Hawthorne said under his breath lowering his map as he looked at the ruins.

A gasp escaped Elena's lips as she stopped right behind Hawthorne peering down at the sight before them as she scrambled to grab the map that she had snagged from the tourist station from her backpack. No where did it list the presence of this tomb or a current excavation taking place. To anyone else, this place might not have existed.

At the bottom of the ravine set a massive entrance to some sort of temple that was half buried in the sand. The place looked like it was just a breeze away from toppling over. Threatening statues of pharaohs set in the front staring menacingly down at them, almost as if they were guarding whatever lie inside. The sight made Elena’s stomach twist with an odd mix of fear and curiosity. There was no way that something like this had sat here for this long without being discovered. Unless it had unearthed itself, just for them.

What a ridiculous thought.

Hawthorne turned back to the group his map splayed out in his hands before him a large grin on his face. ”This - This is incredible.” He stammered. ”Students! Today we have the opportunity of a lifetime… this could very well be the first time in thousands of years that a human has set foot in these ruins”. He didn’t really ask much of an opinion as he began carefully moving down the edge of the ravine beckoning for everyone to follow him.

Elena gave a cautious glance to her friends, “We have to go after him don’t we?” then back to Hawthorne. “We have to go after him.” She said more to herself as she began after him, sliding down the slope.

Every fiber of Auggie’s being wanted to speak up, protest what was most likely certain death. What managed to come out of him was something of a squeak-cough and his face flushed terribly. It wasn’t like his judgment stood much of a chance. So he scrambled after the others in fear of somehow being left behind.

Professor Hawthorne reached the base of the ravine just in front of Elena, placing his hands on his hips as he gazed at the towering Pharaoh statues to the dark cave of an entrance. “Professor none of us really think this is a good idea we-.” Her face paled slightly as he slipped off his bag and crouched down, digging through it furiously until he fished out a flashlight. He tapped it on his knee a few times before the faint light flickered on. “You, you can’t be serious.” Elena sputtered out a look of complete shock on her face. Hawthorne just returned her gaze with a small glint in his eye. He stood up brushing sand off of his pants, brandishing the flashlight in his hands. ”I know this might seem a bit insane to some of you but… I can’t let this opportunity pass. We have a real chance to make a discovery here, I mean think about it. Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you…?” The briefest smile flashed across his features. “I’m not forcing any of you to follow me in, in fact, by all means stay out here. I’ll just have a brief look inside…” He trailed off as he gazed back at the door. “Anyone who would like to join me however, I won’t stop you either”.

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Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Makoa Kauhane Character Portrait: Makoa Maui KaʻUhane Character Portrait: Makoa KaʻUhane
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Yousof Farooq (#CD7F32)
I hate sand...//Outfit


He wasn't sure how long the class had been touring Egypt. Though Professor Hawthorne advertised the trip as adventure and exploration, they spent the last two days shuffled from one tourist destination to another. Abdeen Palace, Khan el-Khalili, and whichever restaurants spoke English. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Yousof felt more invested in PAD than Egyptologist's lecture. That seemed to be the story of his journey. He played Fate/Grand Order in the United States, Animal Crossing (New Leaf because he simply couldn't abandon his old town), and he started playing Pokemon Go the moment they landed. He had to send gifts to his friends, natch. He was lucky that they had time for him to snag a SIM card at the airport.

When he told his family about Egypt he had been met with a mixture of annoyance and elation. His parents were unhappy that he was delaying his graduation. In their words "we left thirty years ago and now you want to go back?" His sister joked that he was returning to the motherland and had him promise to bring back a rock for her. She loved collecting rocks minerals of every kind, but foreign ones were especially exotic. He recalled her asking for a specific kind but the name escaped him. Probably because he was going through the hundreds of Steam games he would never play.

Eh, I'll grab one on the way back, he shrugged, nearly walking into Elena as she asked Hawthorne where they were headed.

Four years and he still hadn't quite nailed the "gaming while walking" skill. He slipped his phone away (after sending a streak or two) and shook his head at their teacher.

"We could always hail a camel," Yousof suggested, "I've finally upgraded my Arabic from khawaga to five year old."

Of course (he glanced from one end of the desert to another), they were far from civilization. Sand seeped into his boots with each step, only stopping when the group hit a ravine. Even before looking, he pulled out his phone to photograph the partially buried temple. There was no way that anyone could have found this place before, much less a tour group. The professor must have known something. And if he didn't, then perhaps there was another reason they found their way to this place. Either way, curiosity bubbled in Yousof's mind. He fixated on their menacing gaze; there was challenge in their eyes, beckoning him to enter.

Hawthorne must have agreed because the older male turned towards the class to announce his fascination with the ruins before hiking down the ravine. Elena (as usual) was one of the first to follow after with Yousof not too far behind. The opportunity to jump down was dangerous but alluring...so he took it.

”Race you down there.”

Shooting a mischievous grin at Jaiden, he plunged down the ravine because athleticism be damned he wanted to try something new. Plus, with all of Eli's training he'd make it down there right?

As Ron Howard would say, he didn’t .

Yousof managed to catch himself on the slope of the ravine but stumbled the rest of the way down before rolling onto his back.

”Parkour!” he wheezed.

He sat up quickly checking his phone for cracks before shooting an “OK” gesture to the rest of the group. Mostly Eli and Elena though. A little bit Malia and Makoa. Unlike the Hawaiian boy’s graceful landing, the best Yousof could do was a tumble to break his fall, something he learned after countless hours of eating shit and some advice from Eli, natch.

After standing up, Yousof jogged to catch up to everyone else who was listening on Hawthorne’s speech. The mixed reactions were obvious, but Jaiden’s words validated the feelings he already had upon seeing the hidden temple.

”It’s my last year here. There’s no way I’m staying behind,” he declared with a nod.

He turned towards Elena with a cheeky, if not slightly begging smile.

” What do you say?”

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Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Eli Russell
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Ah, history class and the slightly eccentric professor. Was she upset that she was bone-tired and still being forced to trek through the searing heat of Egypt's unforgiving climate? After all, she should be quite used to the sun. Right? No. Wrong. This was a dangerously dry and threatening heat - and even worse, the more they moved on, the less glamourous it was. At first, Colette was in awe of being privilaged enough to hold within her gaze sites that one can usually only read about in books.

Right now, after gods knows how long of trapezing through desert after Professor Hawthorne, the beautiful glittering dunes were playing horrid tricks on her brain. The vast golden ocean was now a hellish landscape that made her feel like there was no end in sight. She was sweating in places that were extremely unladylike. The SPF she worse? The Egyptian sun had somehow managed to penetrate because - well, why not? Nothing was getting better at this point. Colette loved history as much as anyone, but this was too far. She wanted to go back. Most people did.

Colette had managed to fall behind, likely with other students that were similarly growing weary of this adventure. At one point, she stopped realizing that they were still walking. So, it was just unfortunate that, whilst not being attentive to the very obvious dip of the ravine, she slid on down like a clumsy baby with no perception of depth or awareness that some things were not flat and that one must stop before continuing.

She somehow ended up with a mouthful of sand, plopped onto her ass, and ended up with no backpack. "Damnit," she grumbled, her drawl accented with a slight southern tinge. Not so much like Michaels's own, but it gave her a little character. She spit out some sand, wiped herself down, and then stood up to find her backpack.

This trip is horrible. It's putting her in a less than steller mood, and she wants to leave. Colette never wants to see another pyramid in her lifetime, and she certainly doesn't want to dip into some unknonwn ruins. Especially since Chris decides to regale them with facts that were just - not fun. Not fun at all. She really, really liked Chris, but sometimes the guy needed to quell his excitement.



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No one was more excited for this trip than Chris. Egypt. Pyramids. The process of mummification had been all-too fascinating to him. These labyrinths of death, peril, and the rich history of the Afterlife. So much better than being in a morgue.

Okay, maybe not that much better.

The only thing that he didn't enjoy was walking. No one wanted to go this far. It was just too much, and it was far too hot. He could feel his skin burning because he wasn't used to getting all of that sun, and he didn't like it. Chris preferred colder places, and that's probably because he pretty much lived in the mountains all of his life.

Yet, he somehow managed to not lag behind the Professor too much. After all, Hawthorne was after something, and maybe it would be interesting. The trek gave Chris plenty of time to delve into thoughts of things that he learned over the course of the trip - none of which he spoke out loud. He was beginning to learn that not very many people were interested in what he had to say, so it was best to keep his mouth shut. Besides, he wasn't overly excited enough to blabber on about anything at this very moment. He was just... tired. In his mind, he was starting to imagine how he'd go through the process of mummifying Hawthorne, and it brought a sort of creepy smile to his face - if only for a brief moment.

He wondered about things that made this walk less horrible to endure. He wondered what kind of things he would put by his classmates' sarcophagus' for their journeys to the Afterlife. Sometimes he looked at the other students in thought. Likely something that they were kind of used to, yet still unnerved by. Of course, he never wished any of them ill - save for Hawthorne right now.

These thoughts, however grim, got him through this nightmarish trek and to the ravine. Naturally, he'd allow others to risk themselves before jumping down himself. That was only logical. Then they were at the site of ruins, of which his classmates made several remarks - none of them helpful or factual in his mind.

Lucky for Malia, he ended up right next to her. He heard her statement, "History favors the bold, right?" Because Chris is Chris, he just had to reply with a counterstatement. Of course, it would be something absolutely dark.

"Actually, in 1922, some of the members of Howard Carter's team died after the discovery of Tutankhamun. It was reported that they heard a strange human cry. Of course, that's impossible - mummified bodies certainly don't make noises. They remove the brain which houses our speech centers and all the nerves required for basic bodily functions." At that point, he turned to Jaiden because she mentioned something about bugs and other creepy critters, "Possibly a fatal mosquito bite or the curse that was placed on the tomb. Out of the 58 people that opened it, 8 of them died since 1922. Herbert only 4 months after opening the tomb."

Colette stared at him with a flat expression while brushing sand out of her long hair. He stared at her back, "That means that, if one believed in old Egyptian curses, a little over half of us will succumb to some odd illness over the next decade or two. Of course, most of this has been proven false. There is no such thing as curses. We should most likely die of exposure to asbestos, which can lead to lung cancer. Asbestos wool was used to protect Pharaohs from deterioration - which they called Salamander's Wool." Yeah, he learned way too much about the process here.

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Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Makoa Maui KaʻUhane
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for Nancy, the flight to Egypt had been nightmarish. She'd spent the majority of it crying in the airplane restroom, running the tap to muffle the sound of her panic-induced sobs. Hyperawareness of her environment's inescapability gripped her from lift off until touch down, and even her dreams were riddled with plane-related anxieties. Following visions of crashes and hijackings and a slow sinking into a middle-of-nowhere ocean; she would wake up gasping, and then the gasping would fail to cease. Following almost every awakening, she'd have to sneak off once again to the airplane restroom. By the time they landed in Cairo, the routine had become clockwork, only for them to disembark, and return Nancy to a state of unsureness.

But at least she was on solid ground, now, and she could reassure herself that the worst part of the trip was behind her. Until the trip home, anyway. Nancy tried not to think about it, but it loomed in the distance, a storm cloud on the horizon, or a dark figure lingering at the edge of her periphery. Her inability to live in the moment was disappointing, but she had adapted to her wanton worrying at least a little, and pushed the presence further into the edge of her gaze. It was still there, that dread, but it looked slightly thinner now. Scrawnier. The days leading up to the flight home would feed it, but today, Nancy vowed to starve it best she could.

She was not athletic in the slightest, but the ache in her legs after hours of walking was oddly pleasant for Nancy. Usually 'different' frightened her, but the distance from her parents had provided a strange sort of ease, and, geography aside, she'd never felt further from them than she did right now. For all her physical tiredness, therE was a lightness to her steps, and the curious glimmer hadn't left her eyes since they first began their exploration on foot.

that is, until now, when she gazed down at the cavernous expanse before them, and her intrigue turned to incredulity.

"I can’t let this opportunity pass. We have a real chance to make a discovery here, I mean think about it. Wouldn’t some of you like to have a piece of your name written into history? You all signed the waivers didn’t you…?" A name written into history. Fame wasn't something Nancy had ever aspired towards, but nonetheless, Hawthorne's statement struck her. Her family appeared, uninvited, in her mind. Disappointment and resentment were ingrained into their faces, and they each held their doctorate.

"I’m not forcing any of you to follow me in, in fact, by all means stay out here. I’ll just have a brief look inside… Anyone who would like to join me however, I won’t stop you either” Nancy watched as students began to trickle in after him, following the professor into the darkness. The temple loomed, steadfast and foreboding, and Nancy stared at it, thinking of doctorates.

With a resolute sigh, she followed her classmates.

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