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Makoa Māhoe

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

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name

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xxxMakoa Hani Māhoe

xxxMack, Shark Bait

xxxCismale

xxxCommunications Major, Business & English Minor

xxxTwenty

xxx"If you want me, hit me up."

xxxKailua, Hawaii

xxxRa
appearance| voice

xxx#2874A6

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Makoa's Hawaiian heritage becomes clear the moment you lay eyes on him. His family's culture plays a large role in how he presents himself. Makoa keeps his dark brown, curly hair at about shoulder length. He'll usually tie it back in a bun if it's hot or he's doing something physical. You'll never find Makoa without a hairband on his wrist, because he is so active. Years of playing baseball and surfing have made him muscular, but he appears on the small side, standing at only 5'9. With mischievous, hazel eyes and a sweet smile, it doesn't hurt his chances with the ladies. Makoa knows he's nice to look at, but not too arrogant that he thinks he's the hottest guy alive. From the possession, Makoa has a golden sun on right side of his neck.

Makoa dresses like a typical surfer male. T-shirts, flannel, shorts, chinos, and worn-in denim make up his closet. He keeps it cool, casual, and, most importantly, comfortable. Makoa loves his Vans and most of them have seen better days. Otherwise, he sticks to sandals and open-toed shoes. His friends love to poke up at the Shark tooth necklace he always wears, but he made it himself and loves to show it off.


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likes.

surfing | heat | smoothies | parties | car rides | man-buns | curly fries | morning strolls | bugs | fruit | sunrise | exercise | family | good hospitality | naps | baseball | the outdoors | concerts | sleepovers | competition | swimming | writing | social media | soft pillows and blankets | hugs | the hula | storytelling | creative writing | comedies | instrumental, hip hop, rock music | dancing | beat drops | physical contact | pineapples | spirts (alcohol) | beaches | lullabies | caffeine | Lilo & Stitch |

dislikes.

cold foods | losing | snakes | shopping | perfumes | dark chocolate | tea | homework | stick-in-the-mud's | cold places | microwave food | diets | boots | video games | multitasking | responsibility | stand offish people | racists | basketball | chocolate | cold showers | scoldings | his hair being touched | knots in his hair | pop & electronic music | deadlines | unnecessary drama | serious conversations | being woken up | being told what to do | packing | snow |
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Personable and humorous, Makoa is well-known across campus. He doesn't take himself too seriously and is always up for a good laugh. You can usually find him doing some crazy stunt with his friends or tomfoolery typical of a young man away from home for the first time. Makoa radiates joy and you feel good just being around him. He takes it with a grain of salt, not getting too arrogant from his popularity status. Makoa is constantly surrounded by people. It's odd to ever see him by himself. He is incredibly extroverted and enjoys communication or meeting with anyone, as long as they can match his vibes. Makoa enjoys getting to know people and thrives in any social environment. He is adaptable and charming, having a large group of friends. Nothing is more important to Makoa than friends and family.

That being said, Makoa is a very needy individual. He is constantly looking for companionship and being alone is the worst thing imaginable to him. However, Makoa jumps from person to person, wanting someone to be around long-term. He fears being left behind, but struggles with being present with those around him. His impulsive nature is another deterrent. While his random activities are fun, they often are not thought through. Makoa gets into trouble a lot for his antics, but he continues despite the warnings. Makoa is the type of person if you tell him to do one thing, he does the opposite. He'll smile and try to talk his way out of it, which fails 80% of the time. The other twenty is when the person gets fed up with dealing with a man child and decided to let him go. Makoa craves adventure, and will go to far to achieve it. He's known for his trouble maker nature so it's a matter of if you are along for the ride.

Makoa doesn't come across as the smartest individual. He can't explain the complex social issues plaguing society, but he knows that happiness comes from the enjoying the simple pleasures. The world keeps spinning whether you work hard or not at all. Makoa believes relaxation and enjoying things is necessary to living the good life. He doesn't allow himself to be stressed by things, because it just adds hardship to life. However, it becomes a double-edged sword due Makoa's careless nature, He isn't a long term planner, because his plans constantly change. It's not that he doesn't plan things out, more of how can you plan something when things could change at any moment? Many of his romantic relationships fail due to his spontaneity and lack of long term planning.

It takes a lot to bring Makoa down. He is like a child, mad for a brief moment before something else catches his eye. Energy is in an endless supply with Makoa. He can do something exhausting all day and still suggest going for a run. Energetic and enthusiastic, Makoa can run his mouth on any subject matter. He loves to talk and is slow to realize when he needs to shut his mouth. He'll even talk to himself out loud if no one else is around.


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abilities.
Heliokinesis || The ability to psychically generate and manipulate the Sun's energy and related phenomena; this ability allows the host to radiate light, fire and heat. His ability comes from the sun so Makoa can manipulate the sun's rays and generate heat. The heat can come from within himself or be created outside of him. His ability to manipulate light is only applicable to the sun's rays, nothing else. Makoa likes that it makes his eyes glow. He can generate solar blasts and beams with ease, but keeping them under control is more difficult.
Pyrokinesis || Blessed with the ability to shape, manipulate, and create fire, Makoa finds this to be his hardest ability to control. It requires his focus and willpower, which were already weak prior to the possession. It's many capabilities make it one he is attempting to focus on more. He is bound by fire's natural rules so water makes his blast ineffective. The amount of oxygen in the area determines how quickly the fire goes out.

strengths.
Charisma || Makoa has the natural ability to win people over with his words. A few words from him and you become enamored with this smooth talking male. He is very good with his words and knows how to use them effectively.
Athletic || Years of playing baseball, surfing, and just being an outdoorsy type has made Makoa very muscular. He is physically strong and has great endurance when it comes long tasks.
Loyal || If Makoa considers you a friend or family, he will never turn his back on you. He will put you before anything and will not betray you. He is a 'ride or die' type, so be prepared for him to stick with you like glue.

weaknesses.
Focus || When it comes to his focus, Makoa has the attention span of a goldfish. It's hard for anything to hold his mind for very long unless it is engaging. Makoa's focus is connected to his powers so it becomes difficult to gain mastery of his abilities with such poor focus.
Emotional || Makoa is very emotionally driven. He feels things deeply and will act based on any feeling. His feelings often become out of control and he will feel many different things at one time. When faced with negative emotions or situations, he will have outburst and become uncontrollable. His powers are also affected by these outbursts and will too become uncontrollable.
Conflict-Averse || Makoa will sometimes ignore and avoid conflict entirely. He will do whatever he can to get out of such situations, then move on to something more fun.

fears.
Isolation || Makoa hates being alone. He was alone a lot as a child and doesn't want to go through that feeling again. He constantly has to be around someone and becomes very clingy by himself.
Snakes || Snakes have always been creepy to him. The fact that they could possibly kill you makes him reluctant to ever go near one.
Future || The future is uncertain and Makoa's not-so-great grades have made his possibility of getting a job uncertain. He prefers to ignore it, but he knows he'll have to face it soon, especially with his latest diagnosis.


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When Finley O'Brien traveled to Hawaii for holiday, she never imagined meeting the love of her life. A local fire dancer, Kekoa Māhoe had been warned against falling for a visitor, but it wasn't something he could help. It was a passionate affair that came to a brutal end when Finley had to return to Ireland. They say if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. It happened like that when Finley came to the University of Hawaii to be with Kekoa. They were married shortly before Finley graduated and began a family: Makoa and his twin, Malia.

Before the age of six, Makoa remembers a loving family. His father telling them stories of the islands, playing tag in the ocean with Malia, and lullabies his mother would sing Hawaiian lullabies to lull him to sleep. Days after his sixth birthday, Makoa had been feeling really sick and, with what little money they had, his parents took him to hospital. The doctors reported that Makoa had leukemia. Makoa spent four years in the hospital. He saw that his parents and sister were trying to make the best of it, but he heard the arguments over money and saw the tears everyone tried to hide. He missed home, the water and the waves. On his tenth birthday, he was allowed to go home and stay home. It was rough in the beginning, adjusting to normal life. However, Makoa's good spirit and energetic personality won over his classmates, despite the occasional bald comment.

Good news came the following year when the doctors reported Makoa was free of the disease. It was a time of great celebrating. Makoa became more interested in baseball and surfing, dedicating many hours to the activities, despite his mother's worries. He began to grow out his hair and swore to never cut it! Makoa found it to be difficult so he instead chose to keep it shoulder length. It was a time full of memories and fun times. Makoa never forgot those still with his disease. He left some friends back at the hospital and still makes visits. Any time there is a fundraiser, Makoa is there helping or volunteering.

It was time for college to come around, Makoa wasn't sure where he was going. His grades weren't great, but he was sought out by many baseball teams. The University of Hawaii was close to home so everyone thought he would go there. Makoa shocked everyone when he announced he was going to LindenWood, with Malia. He wanted to stick with family, quoting the famous "Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten." It wasn't that he did it randomly. Lindenwood's baseball team was good for their division and he was guaranteed playing time. Makoa didn't know what he was going to major in, but he figured he could decide later. Leaving home was difficult, but it was time to be on his own for once.

Makoa quickly realized that college was crazy fun. His status as top baseball player combined with his somewhat exotic appearance made him eye candy for everyone across campus. He was at all the hot parties, hung out with the cool group, and was big man on campus. School, on the other hand, was difficult. He's changed his major three times and if it wasn't for the tutors hired by the baseball department, Makoa wouldn't have kept his C average. He found that he enjoys writing. Storytelling and creative writing has always been something he enjoyed. Makoa would change his major again, but his advisor convinced him to settle on it being a minor. Things were going great for the sophomore, until he began to get pain in his joints, random nosebleeds, and bruising. Thinking it was just part of being an athlete, Makoa was shocked when the doctor informed him that his cancer had returned. He could go through chemotherapy again, but putting his family and friends through that again, Makoa decided to not do anything. He hasn't told anyone, not even Malia.

Makoa had been planning to surprise Malia that he was going on the Egypt trip. It was technically considered an educational trip so his scholarship money covered it. All he wants is a good time, good memories, and maybe a fling, or two. There are some cuties going. Little does he know what awaits him.


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So begins...

Makoa Māhoe's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong

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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”.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong

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Eli still wasn't totally sure how they'd managed to land themselves a place on the trip, given that they weren't even taking any history classes. But it felt like almost everyone else they knew was going on the trip. The thought of seeing all of the fun, dumb photos filtering in on social media while they were at home with their family had been something like hell. So they’d taken a chance at applying for it. They hadn’t really been expecting to get a place, and they certainly hadn’t been expecting their scholarship to cover it. They didn’t quite believe it until they were in the airport about to board the plane to Cairo.

And it had been one hell of an experience already. Eli was lucky enough that they’d been on a few trips abroad with their family when they were younger, but there had never been anything like this. The days were spent exploring, getting to see the sights and experience something entirely different, and their nights were spent talking, discussing what they’d seen, doing dumb shit, and usually passing out from exhaustion in someone else’s room instead of their own. They loved the group they were with. It felt like home away from home, and it made discovering new things even more exciting.

They’d dressed for the sun with shorts, t-shirts, and button downs, and plenty of SPF. They didn’t tan and they refused to have their trip ruined by sunburn. They also made a point of always carrying extra SPF in case anyone made the mistake of saying they hadn’t put any on. The warm weather and sunshine seemed to be suiting their mood and they found themselves incredibly relaxed.

So when Hawthorne said he wanted them to see one more thing, Eli was, surprisingly, not among those complaining. But after half an hour, when the air was starting to get colder and Hawthorne seemed to be just bringing them around in erratic directions, they were starting to regret not protesting more. And then they found themselves at the edge of a huge ravine… and Hawthorne wanted them to go down into it?

They would have been more than happy to wait up top, but everyone else seemed to just follow Hawthorne down regardless. So they followed, glad that years of gymnastics gave them a good sense of balance as the climb was a little treacherous. It was only as they got down to the entrance of the temple that they really hung back. It seemed like an exceptionally bad idea, and they couldn’t quite believe that Hawthorne was encouraging it. Eli was not intending on going in. It was going to be too small, not to mention whatever the hell was awaiting them within. It was only when it felt like everyone else was going in regardless that they reluctantly followed the rest in, the walls already feeling like they were starting to close in around them.

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Makoa couldn't help his grin as he basked in the heat of the Egypt sun. The trip was turning out better than he imagined! The sights were gorgeous and the locals were very friendly and helpful. Maybe a little too much since Makia had gotten a good tip about a nightclub near their hotel. He may or may not have taken some people there last night. Hawthrone didn't need to know. Honestly, he might've come too. Makoa kept pace with the group staying towards the middle, half listening to Hawthorne and making bad jokes at Michael. "I wonder if someone ever thought about sawing off the top of a pyramid. Nevermind then it would be pointless."

Unlike her troublesome brother, Malia was clinging to Hawthorne, actually trying to learn something from this trip. Malia refused to go out the previous night, despite her brother literally trying to drag her there. She was attempting to do more research about the pyramids they were going to visit the next day. The pyramids of Giza are a marvel of ancient engineering. The fact that it only took around twenty-three years to create the Great Pyramid, using a ramp and a pulley system mesmerized Malia. She had taken so many pictures and had a notebook in her knapsack to take notes and sketches of the great monuments. Malia had nearly run into the Professor when he stopped suddenly.

"Hey Teach! Why are we stopping?" Makoa pushed his way to see what everybody was looking at. He was not expecting a ravine leading to a... he wasn't sure what it was called, but it looked cool. "Epic," he said in almost a whisper. The scary looking statues didn't deter him at all. If anything, he was waiting for something akin to approval from Hawthorne before jumping down.

Then his voice of reason chimed in, sounding an awful lot like Malia. "Don't even think about it. Last thing you need is a broken leg." Explaining that to her parents would be disastrous, and they would baby him like always. Malia, too, was interested in the temple down below. Her curiosity outweighed her sense of self-preservation. It couldn't hurt to look. Makoa rolled his eyes at his twin. A broken bone would be the least of his worries. "Where is your sense of adventure, Mal? Maybe we'll find a mummy, that would be epic!" "Maybe we'll find a mummy." Malia mocked. Makoa stuck his tongue out at her, before shoving her playfully.

While everyone else seemed to be debating on whether to follow Hawthorne down the ravine, Makoa had already jumped down. Years of baseball, surfing, and running from campus police have prepared him for such a moment. "LAST ONE DOWN IS THE HUMAN SACRIFICE!" Makoa called out to those above him. The sight in front of him was like the start to any Indiana Jones movie. Makoa tugged on his shirt's collar. He always felt a kinship to the dashing adventurer. One statue did freak him out though. It kept staring at him, but the right of it's eye seemed to be following him. Yeah, keep staring. Makoa thought, despite his discomfort. Malia watched her brother in mild distaste and slight amusement. He always had to be the brave one. Malia scampered down after him, only nearly falling on her face twice.

Malia gulped as she came face to face with the entrance of the temple. It didn't look as large or ominous from above. The statues of the pharaohs seemed to be looking into her soul, like they were assessing her. Malia felt uneasy, needing reassurance. Glancing at Hawthorne, the glint in his eyes was one Malia had never seen before. "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?" He wasn't wrong. A discovery of another temple would be monumental. "History favors the bold, right?" Malia said aloud, more to herself. She took out her phone, using it's flashlight. Time to do something amazing.

Makoa trailed behind his sister. His knapsack filled with less than essential things: a hairbrush, hairbands, deodorant, water, and a lot of Egyptian snacks. His phone was dead from all the pictures, not thinking to bring a portable charger with him. He stood with Eli, sticking to the the middle. "What are you going to do with your half of the treasure?"

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Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Makoa Maui KaʻUhane Character Portrait: Makoa KaʻUhane Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Makoa Kauhane Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong

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Yousof Farooq (#CD7F32)
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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: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong

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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: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong

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This trip had been more than a lot for Michael to take in. For one the young man had rarely traveled off the farm when he was younger, unless it was to take a trip into town for groceries or school. Although, Waco, Texas was not a sure place to teach someone about "openness". Coming to Lindenwood was something of a cultural shock to the Texan but a whole different country — as his father would say, it was definitely 'more than you can shake a stick at'. Regardless, the two days they had been there he more or less became a sponge whether it be for information or just the sights alone. This trip had been huge for him, something he was a little embarrassed to admit. Michael had never dreamed that he'd be able to travel, let alone afford it until he was well out of college.

Now behaving on this trip. That was a different story. A task that would've otherwise been easy for the Golden Boy, unless you mixed it with a little bit of Makoa Māhoe. "Dude, come on this one is for my mom" He said shoving his friend playfully out of the frame as he tried to take a picture in front of the pyramids. "She'll have me in the pigs pen all break if I don't get one good photo from this trip". His face flushed a little red at the embarrassment behind the statement although it was probably hard to tell in the sun. Mikey was a momma's boy through and through. Still, the goofball sophomore had worked his way into a soft spot in Michael's heart and the two had become thick as thieves.

While some others complained about the countless hours they had spent walking around, Michael had only just began to break a tiny sweat. He silently thanked the hours Coach Rainer had him running sprints until his legs felt like jello. His phone buzzed slightly in his pocket and he fished it out as they walked, a tiny mortified look on his face as his mother replied to his photo with some sappy message with several emojis that he was sure she had no idea what it meant. Mikey tried to reply with a quick 'love you' but smacked directly into Makoa's shoulders dropping his phone into the sand. "Sorry I—" He crouched down in the sand and began to apologize when his eyes locked on the ruins in front of them, his jaw slacking slightly. "Now that ain't somethin' you see everyday..." Michael said quietly to himself as he stood up shaking the sand from his phone.

The entire thing was impressive, but looked two breaths away from collapsing in on itself. It reminded him of the old barn him and his brothers used to explore when he was younger. Jacob had fallen through the rotting boards one afternoon and broke his leg, their mother made sure they never ventured in there again. He turned to make a wise-crack to Makoa only to see the madman sprint down the dune at full sprint, Malia following begrudgingly behind him. The whole sight elicited a deep chuckle from him. "Wait for me you ass!" He called after him carefully jogging down the slope, carefully avoiding the slip spots until he reached the base.

Hawthorne's suggestions were a little crazy, but he expected nothing less from the man. He gazed once again at the entrance, a weird sensation overcoming him, he didn't know how long he was staring until he blinked hard a few times shaking his head. Chris's words were more than enough to freak him out a little bit. That was one person he felt like he would never be able to truly understand. "I'm just sayin' I've seen the mummy enough times to know where this is going..." He said to no one in particular.

A small voice of frustration behind him made him turn his head to the side his eyes laying on none other than Colette who clearly wasn't as coordinated coming down the dune. Michael spotted her backpack a few feet behind her up the sand and quickly jogged over to it, shaking the sand from the bag before slinging it over his shoulder. Walking back to her from behind just as she was shaking the sand from her shorts. He placed a hand faintly on the small of her back, comfortingly, only for a brief second before stepping around to her front. "Y'alright?" Michael cocked his head to the side a small smile on his face. "You, uh, dropped this back there" He said cheekily, easing the backpack of his shoulder handing it to her.



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Egypt was hot. Too damn hot. There was nothing she hated more than the heat. No amount of SPF would save her from the speckled burn she was already getting on her legs. Lia would rather spend a week in the arctic than the desert. But the one thing the arctic didn't have was history. No, here it was rich. With that fact alone, she was truly in awe. She had spent most of the day scribbling notes down in her journal as they trekked through the pyramids and keeping to herself, two things she was exceptionally good at. Lia just wished her endurance was a tad better, feeling winded was not pleasant.

Being here meant that she was suddenly surrounded by numerous people she disliked and deliberately tried to avoid during class. The thought alone was suffocating. So she had made a point to distance herself from the others, occasionally sliding back in line to make brief conversation with Eli when she felt like it or Hawthorne although he tended to understand her a bit less. At least this way she had no one to handle conversation with when she herself didn't want to. Lia was able to slink back into the shadows whenever she wanted, unobserved by the majority of the group able to exist and learn on her own — exactly how she liked it.

It was only a matter of time though before her carefully crafted plan was thrown of kilter. She did not however, expect it to come from stumbling upon untouched Egyptian ruins. That shocked her. Just the sight of it took her breath away and heightened that insatiable curiosity of hers. Aurelia always thought Hawthorne was a bit looney but for once she agreed with him. Truly an opportunity of a lifetime. To see her name inside the textbooks she mulled over for hours... the offer was enticing.

Descending the ravine with catlike grace she made it to the bottom and instantly began to sketch the outline of the ruins in front of her. While everyone was piddling about Lia strayed closer to the entrance than any of the others until it loomed in front of her like a tidal wave. Her lips parted slightly in shock as she gazed up at the Pharaoh poised above her. "Amazing" The word came out with a undeviating breath of air as she gently outstretched her hand grazing the base of the statue with her fingertips, the residue of aged stone leaving an ashy stain on her hand.

Aurelia finally took a few steps back, the faintest of smiles on her lips. Her gaze slid over to the entrance — a black void beckoning passerby. Some strange sort of aura seemed to be emanating from the entrance, that left a buzz in her bones. Chris's words caught her attention and she turned back to the group smiling in his direction. She had always found his unsettling knowledge rather charming in an odd way. Aurelia took a few more steps until she was back in the vicinity of the others although she was angled more towards Chris and Malia. "I don't think this is a tomb... I think it's a temple." She turned back to the entrance cocking her head to the side before pointing to the statue on the far right, "That is Ramses the second" Lia inclined her head slightly in Hawthorne's direction almost as if she was asking for reassurance. She wasn't surprised when he nodded — she knew she was right. "Tombs held bodies and treasures but these, these were built for worship. They were built as a means for the gods to reside on earth. The Egyptians believed that inside they could communicate with divine beings. Only priests and Pharaohs were allowed inside".

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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.