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Malia Māhoe

of Ma'at

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

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xxMalia Lelani Māhoe

xxMal, Bookworm

xxCisfemale

xxEngineering Major, Foreign Lang. & History Minor

xxTwenty

xxClaims Sapiosexual (Pansexual, but won't admit it)

xxKailua, Hawaii

xxMa'at
appearance | voice

xx#28B463

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While there is an exotic quality to Malia's appearance, any attempt of flattery on her appearance is quickly shut down. Her Hawaiian heritage is the only thing that stands out about her appearance. Malia towers over most of the girls and some of the boys at her school, standing at 5'9. She has curly, dark brown hair that she attempts to keep under control. It only becomes straight when wet before curling up again. Brown, intelligent eyes that can bore a hole in anyone standing in her path or make anyone feel safe. She's normal in size, no curves worth noticing. Malia knows she isn't a great beauty, but she's definitely not unbearable to look. Since the possession, Malia has an ostrich feather wrapped around her fingers and wrist. The tip of the the feather begins on her left index finger and splays out, ending on her wrist.

Malia's style could be described as a mixture between casual, grunge, and bohemian; overall her clothing is very lazy. It's an odd mash up and is dependent on where she is. Her everyday look is lazy college student: leggings, sandals or sneakers, and a large pullover or hoodie. Malia prioritizes comfort over style. She usually has a pair on sunglasses on due to the sun rays. Malia doesn't doll herself up unless there's a reason. She prefers to keep her hair and face naturally. Her makeup is at most a tinted moisturizer with some mascara and lip balm. She doesn't see the appeal, especially since her profession isn't appearance driven. She likes to keep it simple with some kicks, a band T-shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans. Jewelry is kept to a minimum with some simple pieces. She does like to fashion a bandanna on some part of her outfit if possible.


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likes.
bubble baths | magic | a good book | intelligent conversations | tinkering | late nights | swimming | black coffee | birds | hammocks | big hoodies | confident people | video games | bandannas | plants | fruit, especially pineapple | slushies | lanterns | weighted blankets | world history | foreign languages | decorating | glass-making | singing | old movies | birds | scrunchies | mathematics | Big Bang Theory | holidays | sunshine | singing | math & science puns | corny pickup lines |

dislikes.
morning classes | all nighters | formal events | her brother's attention seeking nature | parties | soda | initiating conversations | roughhousing | tight clothing | misogynists | being underestimated | beer | country music | sour candy | comparisons | creative writing | group projects | singing in front of people | scary movies | ghost stories | meatheads | store-bought baked goods | being asked to dumb it down | cinnamon | being out of the loop | not understanding something | sunburns |
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Since she was little, Malia has always had a curious mind. She looks at the world as a big puzzle, one that she is constantly trying to solve. Intellectual pursuits spark her interest and she will whittle down a problem until she can figure out the best possible solution. Malia is a goal-oriented person and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Ambition is what drives her to do well in school and her ambition is deadly. Not that she is cutthroat, more of 'get out of way while I do awesome things.' Malia has a quick and imaginative mind. She is always looking to improve her thinking skills, especially her strategic thinking.

Have you ever met someone too smart for their own good? While Malia isn't a genius, she thinks like one. Plagued by a superiority complex due to a sibling rivalry, Malia acts confident and a bit condescending with other people. Her snark gets her into a lot of trouble if you don't know her that well. Malia tends to be the smartest person in the room so having to dumb things down as her brother says infuriates her. It takes a lot for her to lose her temper, but if you keep pestering with dumb questions and she will go crazy. Her logic driven mind doesn't always comprehend historical or emotional influence. Malia deems such considerations illogical and doesn't understand when people come to her with those types of problems. She tries to give you an answer that she believes to be correct or helpful, but usually she comes across as insensitive and rude.

Not to anyone's surprise, Malia's social group is limited, almost nonexistent. Her brother usually drags her out to things, saying she needs 'a break from books.' She disagrees, but he won't leave her alone until she says yes. It's not that she doesn't want friends, more of she is selective of those in her inner circle. People don't always make sense to her, but she tries to be friendly. Her sarcastic nature can be humorous and she does laugh at silly things, despite claiming otherwise. Malia is loyal to fault to those who stick around. She won't let you struggle or face hardships alone. Malia can be surprisingly comforting when the situation calls for it. Her brother describes it like 'you know when the robots in movies begin to show feelings? Yeah that's Malia when I'm having a hard time.'

Malia has trouble when her baser desires begin to make themselves present her life. She kept a lot of needs and impulses hidden to not inconvenience her parents when her brother was sick. Being the source of someone's trouble never made sense to Malia so she would keep her troubles and problems to herself. Talking about her problems and troubles requires a lot from trust from Malia, when she doesn't have much to share. Malia wants to be considerate, but she is just further keeping herself from other people. She is caught in a dangerous loop and doesn't know she'll be out.


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abilities.
Binding || Malia has the capability to bind, imprison or otherwise stop targets. Based on her findings, she can immobilize her targets to a single spot. They are anchored on certain spot but can otherwise act. Malia found that she has to stay near the victim or the binding fails, currently it stops at 20 feet. Also, she cannot bind multiple beings at a time.
Truth Inducement || Malia can force, or induce, others to tell the truth, guaranteeing that the person is telling the truth to the best of their ability. She doesn't know the trigger to induce this power, so she may be using it without her knowledge or when she tries to use it, it won't work.

strengths.
Open-Minded || Oddly, Malia can be open-minded when it comes to new ideas. The idea must have merit and be argued well, but she will give an idea a try. New things interest her and she is willing to give things a try, despite any previous prejudices.
Problem Solving || Malia has excellent problem solving skills, unless emotionally related. She can think through a problem and find the right solution quickly. Tough or complex issues are no problem and she can always find a path to take. Her intelligence shines when she problem solves.
Determined || If Malia has a goal, she will work towards it. She doesn't get swayed by distractions and will continue to work until she has achieved her objective.

weaknesses.
Repressed || Feelings are something she does not fully understand about herself so she often finds herself expressing feelings in odd ways. She'll start rambling about engineering, begin yelling out of the blue, or crying when it becomes too much. In reverse, she keeps things bottled up and doesn't like to let her true feelings out. She tries to balance these two things, but it is difficult.
Overly Logical || Malia is driven by logic so she applies that to all situations. It becomes unbearable to others around her when she tries to explain a crush or a desire using such methods. Some things cannot be logically explained, but she will continue to try.
Too Independent || Malia works best by herself so she often doesn't turn to others for companionship or help. She wants to figure things out on her own, which has burned her out on more than one occasion.

fears.
Failure || All her life, Malia has worked towards being the best. She wants to be the smartest, the most successful, the most... anything. The idea of never succeeding is the scariest thing she could ever face.
Performance Anxiety || Malia has never good in front of a group. She passed out when she tried to sing for her school's talent show. Since then, she keeps to the behind the scenes work. She hides from the spotlight, but secretly wants her contributions to be acknowledged.
Monotony || The same thing everyday would bore her to tears. Malia wants to be constantly doing something so the idea of being trapped in the same thing always is scary.


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When Malia's father told the tale of meeting her mother, it was a beautiful story of love and how they defied the odds despite distance and culture getting in the way. The story puzzled a young Malia and she often questioned her parents about why she would put so much effort into a relationship that was doomed from the beginning. Her mother just smiled and said, "Love isn't logical ku’uipo, but it's more powerful. It can't be explained, but everyone seeks it. It's a mystery." Malia still didn't understand or like the idea of something inexplainable, but she hopes to find a love like her parents.

Growing up, Malia spent a lot of her time on her own or with her brother at the hospital. She had trouble making friends, being deemed a bookworm by most of her classmates. Books became her friend and she would often read by herself, or to Makoa when she went to visit him at the hospital. She cared her brother, but she always felt envious of the attention he received. He was sick, but still charming so everyone loved him. Malia felt pushed into the shadows, the forgotten one of her family. She made up for it in other ways. Her grades were perfect and she won every science fair or math competition she entered. A natural brainiac, but it never kept attention on her for too long. Malia couldn't act on these feelings. Her family was stressed enough and her having a tantrum would just make their life harder. Her parents didn't recognize that she was suffering too. Malia continued keeping to herself. She had her books.

When Makoa got better, Malia's life began to improve. Her parents were able to dedicate more time to her and she didn't feel so in the dark anymore. However, she still felt trapped behind her brother's shadow. He was cool, popular, and athletic while she was nerdy, quiet, and sarcastic. Makoa made sure she never felt left out, but Malia knew when she was the tag along. Malia couldn't wait for college. She would be around brilliant minds and be able to be whoever she wanted to be, not letting her past life become the present. Lindenwood offered her a full ride and had an excellent Mechanical Engineering program, plus the history and language department was impressive. It seemed like everything was falling into place until Makoa announced he was also going to Lindenwood. She had to put on a smile, but she was angry. Malia didn't speak to him for days and refused to tell him why, not that he had any idea.

When she arrived at Lindenwood, Malia threw herself into her studies. She wanted to graduate as soon as possible, wanting to go somewhere Makoa couldn't follow her. Her brother became the popular one again, and Malia was still the popular guy's weird sister. Things were a bit better. She had a small cluster of friends, after a lot of screening since people wanted to use her to get to Makoa. She kept mostly to herself and became quite close with the faculty in her department. Professor Hawthorne became a mentor of hers, both of them expressing passion in ancient history. He suggested she come on his abroad trip to Egypt, saying she would love the history and great engineering methods that came out of Egypt. She agreed and saved up all of her money to be able to go on this educational adventure. When Makoa broke the news to her that he was also going, Malia got irritated, knowing he was just using this trip as a chance to party. She wasn't going to talk him out of it. Instead, she planned to stay close to Professor Hawthorne and away from her reckless twin and whatever trouble he cause. Malia didn't realize the trouble wasn't going to come from her brother.


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So begins...

Malia Māhoe's Story

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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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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)
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: 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.