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Eros Latelde

"You're condescending, proselytizing, and acidic. Your logic is full of fallacies."

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a character in “In The Safe Haven”, as played by Correlative_Oxymoron

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Β°Almost Human - VoltaireΒ°




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❂Name❂ || "My name? Why should I tell you?"
Eros Latelde

❂Nicknames❂ || "You can feel free to try to make one."
N/A

❂Role❂ || "It's been this way for a while."
Number 2

❂Age❂ || "I'm eighteen."
18

❂Gender❂ || ”Biologically speaking, I'm whatever I wanna be."
Male

❂Sexuality & Marital Status❂ || "I'm not sure this is something you need to know. "
Asexual - Panromantic




Image Β°Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Artic MonkeysΒ°




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Face Claim: Tyler Posey


❂Hair Color❂ || "Usually brown."
Brown in 'default' form

❂Eye Color❂ || "Usually this color."
Usually brown in 'default' form

❂Height & Weight❂ || "Varies too much."
His height is usually 5'9" in his 'default' form. His weight is dependant on how much energy he has stored at one time.

❂Distinct Marking or Scars❂ || "Perfect skin."
None.

❂Species❂ || "Human...?"
Human





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❂Personality❂ || "I'm not a good person, nor do I wanna be one."

Eros is, to say the least, an intetersting person. First and foremost, he's intelligent. His mind is a trap of knowledge, facts, and otherwise. He's good at analyzing people, seeing how they work, and otherwise. He understands systems best. Code, chess, strategies, and otherwise.

Eros has an... interesting way of interacting with people. Eros is, due to a lack of social interaction, socially inept. He is not good with talking to new people. At first, he tends to give off the impression of being constantly serious and uncaring. He tends to try, out of a lack of knowing what to say, ignoring new people who approach him.

Once you get to know him, however, he starts to end up making corny jokes as well as seeming comfortable with talking. Should someone new appear, however, he goes into his 'reserved' mode.


Eros is an artist. He's able to draw relatively well, mostly realism. You may find him, in his freetime, drawing or reading. He's more skilled in writing, though, but hardly anyone knows he does this.

Eros can cook well, as a result of having to learn to fend for himself. He doesn't, due to his mutation, /need/ to, but cooked food is better than raw food. He prefers, however, baking sweets to actually cooking nutritious food.
❂Power❂ || "CHARACTER QUOTE HERE"
Shapeshifting. Eros' ability is simple. He can, if he has enough energy, shift his body into different forms. He can, if he has enough energy, become a lion. A tiger. Another person. Or otherwise. He can get energy through the means of consumption, thermal energy, or electric. Overloading on energy can overwhelm him and make him lose control of his ability. It's not a very pretty sight.



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❂Likes❂ ||


β–²Quiet It's simple really. There isn't much to distract, nothing for him to have to react to, and it's great. He doesn't have to hide anything, any ability, or any part of him.
β–²Intelligence He does not like having to explain things he considers 'simple' to others. He understands that not everyone is as academically gifted as him, but he doesn't necessarily have to /like/ it.
β–²Literature Literature allows for him to, through imagining how he'd fare in a situation, develop his persona. It allows for him to understand people, as well. He can mimic the personalities of characters from stories, as well as how he imagines them looking.
β–²Social Interaction He likes being able to talk normally to people. To be able to discuss hobbies, likes, dislikes, and otherwise.
β–²Fighting Eros is still an animal. He still feels the basic urge to kill, to destroy, and to survive. Letting these instinctual urges loose helps him get himself calm.


❂Dislikes❂ ||

β–ΌGroups of people, large He dislikes people when they're in groups. They tend to try to fit into groups, no longer beign an individual. They tend to do whatever it takes to feel accepted into a group. He just doesn't like large groups.
β–ΌNeed He doesn't want to have to /need/ anything. He doesn't want to be brought to a desperate point. Not because he's afraid of being brought there, necessarily, but because he's afraid of what he's willing to do to get out of a desperate situation.
β–ΌBeing touched Eros reacts... badly to being suddenly touched. It is inadvisable to suddenly prod him on the shoulder, lest he reflexively hit you.
β–ΌLoud, crowded, places. He dislikes the energy of crowds. He dislikes being in the middle of so much noise. He dislikes being unable to analyze the numerous people around him.
β–ΌBetrayal Eros would never knowingly betray someone he cares about. He is loyal, to a fault. He would, if necessary, kill someone for a friend. He does not handle being betrayed well.


❂Flaws❂ ||

✧Overprotective: Once you get on his good side, you can expect him to be willing to do anything to keep you safe. This includes hurting people he sees as threats. This can be used against him, by holding a person he cares about hostage. If forced to choose between two people he cares about, he'll probably break down.
✧Socially inept He's not very good at talking to people he's just met. He can come off as cold-hearted, blunt, and uncaring. He simply however, just sucks at talking to people.
✧Morally 'corrupt': He does not believe human life has an inherent value. He would not save someone if he had to sacrifice himself, unless he cared about that person. This can lead to people seeing him as bad.


❂Strengths❂ ||

✦Defensive: He may be unable to normally talk to strangers, but he isn't a push-over. He will, if necessary, punch someone who annoys him. He can't handle nice words well, but he can punch someone who annoys him.
✦Lying: He can become /anybody/ he wants to be. He could be the president one second and a rat the next. This, obviously enough, helps with disguises, lying, and espionage.
✦Intelligent: He knows when to back down. He knows how to make good strategies. He can analyze people and try to figure out their motives. He is not an idiot. He won't jump headfirst into a situation. He'll have a plan.


❂Quirks❂ ||

ΓΈNervous: He gets flustered easily. If someone were to compliment him, he'd probably be able to shake it off easily. If a friend were to compliment him, he'd get flustered. He does not handle compliments wel.. He's used to thinking of himself as a monster.
ΓΈSpeech: He has a tendency to occasionally use words that aren't commonly used, confusing people who don't understand what he's saying.




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❂History❂ ||

Eros was born to two 'okay' parents. He was made aware of the fact that he was, in fact, 'inhuman'. He was reminded of that fact every time he got an injury, watching as his cuts disappeared in a moment's notice. He was made aware of it the few times his body suddenly decided to change. He was made so, so, very aware of it. He heard his parents talk about it like it was something that was 'wrong' with him. They loved him, of course, but they also partly feared him. He was, after all, powerful enough to kill them both.

He was made to, by social pressure, believe that he was a monster. That he was not a 'human.' He heard stories of those who hunted people like him. This, of course, made him become nervous.

He, while growing up, rarely used his ability. He, instead, tried to live as if he didn't have it. He resented it. He blamed his ability for making him become nervous and secluded, unable to normally talk to people. He needed something to blame. Why not blame what others seemed to dislike?

This cowardly, so very cowardly, disposition wouldn't last. He was a fool for believing that he could honestly keep himself from using his ability. He'd, eventually, use it. All he was doing was delaying the inevitable and making himself have less control when he did end up facing it. This, of course, led to him leaving his home.

Eros had gone to a school. The school's name was not important. Hardly anything about it was. He learned all that they taught, but it was a boring and inefficient school. The most influential thing about this school was, perhaps, a boy by the name of 'Aleks'. Aleks was your everyday bully. Mean, cruel, and of below average intelligence. Aleks had, as you can probably guess, decided to try bullying a young Eros.

Eros had, after he was pushed a bit /too/ much, lost control of his ability. It only took a bit, to trigger this. The slightest of pushes, the slightest of weight to tip the proverbial scale. His animalistic, primal, instincts had taken over. His body had reacted to the possible threat by shifting him, against his will. His teeth had grown into fangs, sharp and large. His nails had grown into claws. Suffice to say, this had been enough to scare away the children. His body had been prepared for a fight, not for a chase. So, he was confused.

It only took him a few seconds to regain control of his body. He noticed, then, what had happened. Eros had messed up. He had messed up. Badly. He had shifted, in front of the school bullies no less. They had run away in fear, of course, but he had been screwed. He had watched movies. He knew what could happen to him if people found out about his ability.

He ran, he ran as fast as he could. Only a few people had seen him. One of these people had been a very specific girl. Eros had run to near a river and had hidden behind a tree, hoping that no one had followed him. He had been scared, lost, and confused. So, so, very scared.

Unknowingly, to him, a very specific girl had known about him. A girl who could read his thoughts. She went after him. She told the very scared fourteen year old boy that she knew of his power. She didn't call him a monster, to his surprise. She told him about his power. He was scared, confused, and lost; he trusted her.

The incident was covered up well. Eros didn't run away from home, returning that day to a very confused set of parents. Worried, too. They hugged him, without fear of him hurting them.

Months passed. He and the girl, the one who had helped him, got to know each other and their respective abilities. He learned to control his ability, with limited success, and to change his body. Luck was, however, not on their side.

An incident similar to his, in nature but not method, happened. This time, however, the girl was the one involved with it. Suffice to say, they ran. So, so, very far.

Eventually, they ended up forming a small little Haven. A beautiful little beacon of hope.


❂Notes❂ ||

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Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself
Take all the courage you have left
And waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...

Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble, little lion man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?

[harmonizing]

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?
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So begins...

Eros Latelde's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eros Latelde Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Aaron Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust Character Portrait: Evelyne Krueger Character Portrait: Aliya Zypher

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"She wished she could read their thoughts, the thoughts of people from the past. She would prefer it to reading the thoughts of those from the present."
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Life is bullshit.

Well, actually, no. That statement is a little dramatic and cynical. To rephrase it, life is sometimes bullshit. It’s a good thing Ismay was a strong and stubborn believer that from bad things, good things will come in a domino effect. For example, if Ismay never had gone into foster care, being pulled from London to go to America, she would never have met Kayden. If she never had been shoved against a locker by that kid, she would never had run away and founded the Safe Haven with Kayden. If there was no Haven, Ismay wouldn’t met all the people she grew to love. In turn, all of that stuff never would have happened if she hadn’t had been born with her power. She didn’t like her power. It’s not that she necessarily found it as a burden in itself, but more or less the thing that caused the burdens, that caused the hurt people felt. If an opportunity were to ever arise in which she could get rid of it, her ability, she would take it. Reading peoples thoughts, causing killer migraines and walking though people’s dreams wasn’t all it was cracked out to be; It wasn’t at like how those fantasy teen books illustrated it like- then again those where usually fluffed up by romances- but that was besides the point. Ismay honestly had no idea how Edward Cullen didn’t just rip his brain right out of his head, as Ismay wanted to herself after reading the book, with all those thoughts constantly flowing in and out of his own thought stream, or why he didn’t just run away forever to bask in the sunlight in all his glorious sparkle. At least May had the choice to turn it off, to an extent. It was difficult to get people to trust Ismay, fully at least. Often times when people found out about her power, they would be hesitant, constantly seeming like they tip toed around her. May always told them that she didn't snoop in their head, that she could turn it off. She respected peoples privacy, knowing that it was perfectly normal to not want some thing to be shared. She had a secret she didn't like to share, and she wasn't going to disregard that other people would too. No one wants someone who knows all there business. If Ismay were in their place, she probably wouldn't trust herself either. But, just because she didn't like her ability didn't mean the whole world and her life was bullshit.

What was bullshit was the fact that she had only gotten two hours of sleep due to her persistent insomnia, and that she sat in the attic at 5:32 in the bloody morning. Nothing good would come out of that.

It was about five o'clock when Ismay snuck out of her basement room and slugged her way up the stoney steps of the main floor and up the rickety wooden ones into the attic room. Not many of the people in the house came up there often, as the house was filled with rooms more unique and interesting. Basically the attic was just stock piled full of old stuff the previous owners of the now abandoned house had left behind or forgotten. It now acted as an old furniture shop for the residents of the Haven to pick from if they needed anything. May liked coming up there. There was a large window and a chair she had set in front of it. This is where she came to be alone, whenever she got the chance too. Now was one of those times. In her pale and petite hands she held an old photograph, one she though to be from the late 19th century. She found it after rummaging through one of the paint chipped desks pushed against the wall. It was a family portrait. She saw a father dressed up in his suit, with his almost too perfectly groomed mustache. A mother, looking snooty and high class, trying her best to look dignified. There was also a little girl, soft brown ringlets spilling over her shoulders as she wore a frilly dress. They were probably old residents of the home, which in its time was probably as beautiful as any of the renovated mansions out and about the world. She had an odd curiosity about them, as she often did with any piece of history. She wanted to know the details of there lives. What the father did, whether the mother sat in the den at nights and read books. She wanted to know what the little girl was like, whether she grew up to be like her mom, or if she fully embraced the playful glint that lay in her eye. She wanted to know how they died, their tragedies. She wished she could read their thoughts, the thoughts of people from the past. She would prefer it to reading the thoughts of those from the present.

Imsay set the photo down, sinking herself into the cushioned seat more as she averted her green gaze out the tall glass paned window, seeing the sun just start peeking out from behind the mountains. She didn't want to dwell on history. She found it unhelpful. She shouldn't crave to know, or crave to change anything from the past. It hurt too much.

Standing up, trying her best to have that sort of spring in the step that always seemed to be a constant thing in Disney movies, she outstretched her arms and yawned. There was a lot to do today, and she needed a lot of caffeine in order to do them. Making her way down the splintered wood steps that would probably need fixing eventually, she peeked down the hallways in which the majority of the bedrooms lied. All the doors seemed to be shut, so she assumed that everyone was still asleep. It was now around 6:00 A.M. so it wasn't odd at all. Making her way back downstairs to her basement room, she shut her door.

Her room was a little large, and a little bare. She had chosen to take up residence in the basement only because she didn't want to take the risk of sleeping in close proximity to those also in the home. Despite having a fairly good handle on controlling her power, she didn't have as great of defenses when she was sleeping, so she had issues with being pulled into other peoples dreams, and other people being pulled into hers. It was just better for everyone this way. In her room lay a bed with a white canopy draping over it. There was a single dresser with an old record player ontop, a makeshift closet, a chair, and then against the far right wall, a stack of hundreds of records piled high. It was her treasure, and her baby. Ismay had one rule, and that was to not touch it without her permission. There was also a punching bag that hung down from her ceiling that some find odd, but it was one of May's favorite things. Why she didn't just place it in another room however, she doesn't know.

Stripping off her Pajamas, which was really just exerciser shorts and a tattered batman T-shirt she got from one of her past foster brothers, she pulled some clothes out from her drawers and put them on, completing her outfit. She tried to wear something a tad comfy, as she would actually be moving around a lot today. First on her list was to go pick up Simon and Skylar at the airport, the new comers to the house. The clock now read 6:30, and she had to be there in forty five minutes.

Running back up the steps, trying her hardest not to make any noise, she made her way into the ever popular kitchen. Filling the kettle with running water from the tap, she put it on the stove element, heating it up in preparations for her morning tea. This had been the most constant thing in her life. Even when she was fostered, every morning she would have to have tea. She had the feeling that if she didn't, she'd feel completely unbalanced all day, which was probably a ridiculous notion. But, none the less, it was her routine and she was to stick too it. After a few minutes, the metal kettle started to whistle and steam spilled out of the spout. May ran towards it quickly, moving it off the element as she mumbled to herself "Hope that didn't wake any one up," small worry being heard in her soft, british toned voice. Poaring the hot water into her white porcelain mug, she dunked her green tea bag until her clear water turned a soft opaque jade. She really didn't have much time to drink it as casually as one should, so she sucked it all back in the span of a minute and a half. Ismay put the cup down in the sink, saying to herself "Well that was a bloody stupid idea," her tongue and throat feeling as it had been set on fire due to the scalding water. Groaning, she had no time to worry about it, she had to get the the airport. Grabbing a piece of paper from the note pad held up on the fridge by a magnet, she jotted down a quick note, and stuck it on the counter.

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It was obvious. Her hand writing wasn't the best in the world, and it took a keen eye to be able to decipher the light and pretty scribbles. At least one of them in the house was bound to know what it said, and even if they didn't she did mention the night before about her being away in the morning as to pick Simon and Skylar up. If none of them remembered that, well, she had her barley ever used cellphone with her so they could contact her.

Walking out the large wooden oak doors of The Safe Haven, she began her excursion to the ever painful stone steps down the hill. It took a solid ten minutes to get up and down them, the one painful thing that often kept Ismay from gong into the city unless necessary. The one good thing however was that it kept outsiders from wanting to walk the ever trudging steps. As she reached the bottom, she found herself in the common dirt clearing area. In the area, sat a car. Not a nice car, but a working car at least. The exterior red color she found herself hating was slowly turning to rust at the bottom, but the fact that it was a compact vehicle was a god send in Rome. The car was barley ever used. There was market and cafe's and such that was a five minute walk from the point she was at now. It was a walkable distance. The Airport, however, was twenty minutes away, something that she would most defiantly need the car for. With her set of keys, May quickly started the car, and pulled out of the dirt area and onto the un-busy road, heading straight towards the large airport, something she dreaded.

Finally arriving at the airport, she headed towards the parking lot labeled for pick ups. She had to pay a ticket, but it wasn't much at all considering she didn't plan to be there for too long. Ismay mentally braced herself for the amount of people she was about to run into. She could block out thoughts, yes, but not a hundred at a time. It got a little overwhelming for the girl to be in crowds, but she braved through it as she always did, always keeping that one goal in mind.

Entering the airport, she made her way down to where she was to meet Skylar and Simon, sitting down in the ridiculously uncomfortable plastic hairs.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eros Latelde Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Aaron Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust Character Portrait: Evelyne Krueger Character Portrait: Aliya Zypher Character Portrait: Wilhelm Von Faringhsten

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XXβ€œFrom childhood's hour I have not been.
XXAs others were, I have not seen. As others saw,
XXI could not awaken.
XXMy heart to joy at the same tone.
XXAnd all I loved, I loved alone.”
XX― Edgar Allan Poe

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XXClothing : Pajamas

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Waking up to Britney Spears was rather peculiar to the blonde girl. Especially Toxic - a song that she wasn't even aware she had on her iPod. Secretly, she didn't mind the notorious old school pop star, but she wasn't in the mood for such things. With heavy lidded eyes she searched the cold wooden floor for the blasting music. Her fingers finally touched the thing and turned the volume off. Normally, she wasn't up this early. If she could - she'd sleep till noon. She wondered to herself how the hell her iPod turned on. She must have accidentally turned on the alarm. The mirror behind her revealed her messy hair and tired eyes. By the door of her room, were her slippers. Then with enough concentration, they were now longer by the door, but next to her bed.

Being at Haven she had a safe environment to practice these things. To be a "freak" with other people. Freak was a word that constantly circulated in her head. She knew she wasn't normal - god was she far from normalcy - but here, she was as normal as she could be. She was with people like her. And that reassured her, and kept her from running away, once again. It wasn't a bad place in all honestly. Four months ago - going into the situation, she expected hell. This was far from it. She had her own room in a beautiful house, with people that weren't total assholes. Life was good.

She'd been there longer than some, and every time a new person entered the house - she wondered how many people had powers out in the world, and how many were hiding from the world. How many people were like her? The world was truly full of mysteries. She wouldn't be surprised if she learned unicorns and vampires were real. Though if those were real, she would be disappointed she wasn't born a fairy. Ah well.

Lazily she sat up in bed, the large white comforter pooling at the end of the soft mattress. Slipping on the slippers, she walked out of her room to the kitchen still in her pajamas. Aliya loved the house. The history, the stone, all of it was amazing. Cooking was a passion, so in the kitchen she spent a lot of her time. The fridge and pantry was fully stocked from a large grocery run, so she took the opportunity before someone came and ate all of it. An egg sandwich sounded the best to the girl, so, she began her culinary adventure.

Pulling things out of the fridge, she noticed a messy note, informing them of some event. Honestly - she couldn't read it. All she could tell was something was crossed out with "dumb" and "dumber". Shaking her head she proceeded with her task. She didn't know whether or not to take the note down. She thought about it while whisking eggs - but decided against it. The nice part of being a telekinetic, was that she could multitask. That would be too easy however. Whenever she cooked, she liked doing it all manually. It made her feel like an average person.

Sausage patties cooked in the pan with her eyes, biscuits were warmed in the toaster, made slightly crispy. The smell of the food alone made her even hungrier. Never was she so glad that she could cook decently. Minutes passed till her food was done, and she grabbed a plate from the cupboard to place her food on. She placed her pan in the sink to wash afterwards, and went to the living room with her plate. On the couch she saw one of the newer people sitting, and she sat on the opposite side, plate in her lap.
"Morning" she said before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Her eyes went up to look at the wooden pillars in the ceiling.
"How're you liking it here so far?" Aliya asked, trying to make some conversation to fill the silence of the house.