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- ████ NAME⋮ XX ELIAS AVERESCH
████ ALIAS⋮ XX ELI {INFREQUENTLY}
████ AGE⋮ XX EIGHTEEN
████ ETHNICITY⋮ XX DUTCH
████ RACE⋮ XX CAUCASIAN
████ GENDER⋮ XX MALE
████ SEXUALITY⋮ XX HETEROSEXUAL ; HETEROROMANTIC
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████ EYE COLOR⋮ XX LIGHT BLUE
████ HAIR COLOR⋮ XX DARK BLONDE
████ HEIGHT⋮ XX SIX FOOT ONE
████ WEIGHT⋮ XX ONE SEVENTY FOUR
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the north star: polaris
He burns bright and constant, fueled by an unquenchable inner rage, a interminable hatred that sometimes leaves him breathless and shaking. In this, he is steadfast. He has stated before he would die for his cause, and some of them laughed; now the laughter is tense and uncertain as he leads his team into increasingly dangerous missions with increasingly higher stakes.
He is a leader by nature, charismatic and flammable. Incendiary speeches to remind his team of what they do is his specialty; he never has any difficulty finding the right word with the right meaning for the right purpose. This fire is what is magnetic about him. Like moths to a flame, the cold, the hungry, the lost, the furious, they all find their way to him. They find the warmth they seek in him, the warmth of endless anger and the warmth of a family and a home. He is vicious, but he loves. Every member of his team is a member of his family, and he would gladly destroy anyone who hurts them. Hypocritical? Yes. But the only thing that keeps them effective is their devotion to each other. Nothing is more dangerous than a team with nothing to lose but each other.
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the south star: sigma octanis
He lets himself be dim sometimes—dim and wavering. When there is no one to see him be weak, no one to witness his uncertainty. What would happen then? If a fearless leader showed fear? He keeps to himself the night before missions, sitting and trying to breathe, breathe, you can breathe.
He protects his family by keeping secrets. Which is wrong, and he knows it. But it lets them feel safe sometimes, happy, not glancing over their shoulder every two seconds, which is right, and he knows that. Do they know he keeps things from them? He is sure they do, and he is sure it is becoming harder to trust a head who speaks less than the whole truth. He flickers sometimes, blinks out of sight, before he comes back. He just hopes his team can remember, in these times, what he can be.
the north star: polaris
He burns bright and constant, fueled by an unquenchable inner rage, a interminable hatred that sometimes leaves him breathless and shaking. In this, he is steadfast. He has stated before he would die for his cause, and some of them laughed; now the laughter is tense and uncertain as he leads his team into increasingly dangerous missions with increasingly higher stakes.
He is a leader by nature, charismatic and flammable. Incendiary speeches to remind his team of what they do is his specialty; he never has any difficulty finding the right word with the right meaning for the right purpose. This fire is what is magnetic about him. Like moths to a flame, the cold, the hungry, the lost, the furious, they all find their way to him. They find the warmth they seek in him, the warmth of endless anger and the warmth of a family and a home. He is vicious, but he loves. Every member of his team is a member of his family, and he would gladly destroy anyone who hurts them. Hypocritical? Yes. But the only thing that keeps them effective is their devotion to each other. Nothing is more dangerous than a team with nothing to lose but each other.
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the south star: sigma octanis
He lets himself be dim sometimes—dim and wavering. When there is no one to see him be weak, no one to witness his uncertainty. What would happen then? If a fearless leader showed fear? He keeps to himself the night before missions, sitting and trying to breathe, breathe, you can breathe.
He protects his family by keeping secrets. Which is wrong, and he knows it. But it lets them feel safe sometimes, happy, not glancing over their shoulder every two seconds, which is right, and he knows that. Do they know he keeps things from them? He is sure they do, and he is sure it is becoming harder to trust a head who speaks less than the whole truth. He flickers sometimes, blinks out of sight, before he comes back. He just hopes his team can remember, in these times, what he can be.
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Elias is an adrenaline junkie, to the point where, sometimes, people aren't sure if he's trying to get himself killed. He claims that he just feels L'Appel du Vide more keenly than others. He is not afraid to throw himself headlong into it. But feeling like his life is in mortal peril all the time isn't particularly satisfying. Like any person Elias likes to feel secure, and he feels safest when he is with his team. His second go-to location for comfort, is any secluded corner with good reading material. He never had the chance when he was younger, but he likes knowing things, simply for the sake of knowing them. Has he held onto anything useful? Maybe. He likes the solitude that comes with reading. He's okay with being alone, enjoys the feeling of having nothing but his own thoughts for company every once in a while. If he has the option, he prefers to be alone outside, in the dirt and the earth.
He also likes fighting, sweets, bitter foods, card games, and alternative music.
He also likes fighting, sweets, bitter foods, card games, and alternative music.
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He's a sore loser, which is no secret, but there's a difference when it comes to situation. When he loses at go-fish, he's a little pouty; when he fails at a mission, he's ready to kill people. Obviously his cause is important to him, but there's a little more to it too. He despises being looked down on, hates that some treat him as a lesser being, and hates that he has to let them get away with it. He hates concrete buildings, as they make it difficult for him to use his power if he's inside them. He also doesn't like rain for its inconvenience: it's hard to keep moving on rainy days. He hates cities, which feel like a bear trap closed around his ankles. He also doesn't like spicy food, tea, crosswords, feeling helpless, and carrots.
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i.
He just wants quiet. There is never quiet in his home. Maybe it's because this isn't a home. He's changed homes three times in the last half year. He's a troubling child, he overhears them say, closed off and aggressive, and he has difficulty controlling himself. Some of them are nice enough, some are awful. He knows, despite everything, he hasn't been too unlucky. Not as unlucky as he could have been.
ii.
He is older now, and still bouncing around, but there's only weeks until he'll be legal. Old enough to take care of himself. He clings to this, feels secure in his future. Until he gets angry. Which is nothing new, except that this time he is enraged, this time he is ready to tear down the world, and this time, there is a quake and then a collapse of the ground, and bits of dirt and ground flying and crashing. Now he is no longer secure; now he is scared. And so is everyone else.
iii.
He has saviors. And a home now. And friends—no, a family, which is so much more than he ever could have asked for. So much more than he ever could have expected.
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They hide, and he's not sure why. He's been playing around with his powers, and he knows what they can do makes them better. Not worse. Not monsters to be hunted down and killed or experimented on. He's been reading too. It makes them the next stage in human evolution, that's all. They are taking in new members all the time, and the danger is becoming more and more looming and present. There are protests sometimes, by extremists, people convinced there is a government conspiracy at play. Most brush them off as delusional, but it worries him. Is this what lies in store for them if their existence becomes known? No, he will not let this happen. If they're going to be revealed eventually, it may as well happen at his own pace.
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He's made a mistake. He's pushed too hard, too fast, almost killed one of their own. It's unforgivable. He knows because of the anger, disappointment in their eyes. He also knows because of the self-loathing bubbling up in his chest. He leaves. It's the only thing to do.
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He does for others what they did for him. But he's not hiding like them. He pushes for recognition, power, control, for more than eventual acceptance. He wants the world. He is vexed, enraged, and he finds those who are too. And they continue like that for some time. But now he's lost one of his own, and he wants more than the world. He wants carnage, and blood, and their necks in his hands, he wants revenge. And there's only one place he can go if he wants the manpower to get it.
He just wants quiet. There is never quiet in his home. Maybe it's because this isn't a home. He's changed homes three times in the last half year. He's a troubling child, he overhears them say, closed off and aggressive, and he has difficulty controlling himself. Some of them are nice enough, some are awful. He knows, despite everything, he hasn't been too unlucky. Not as unlucky as he could have been.
ii.
He is older now, and still bouncing around, but there's only weeks until he'll be legal. Old enough to take care of himself. He clings to this, feels secure in his future. Until he gets angry. Which is nothing new, except that this time he is enraged, this time he is ready to tear down the world, and this time, there is a quake and then a collapse of the ground, and bits of dirt and ground flying and crashing. Now he is no longer secure; now he is scared. And so is everyone else.
iii.
He has saviors. And a home now. And friends—no, a family, which is so much more than he ever could have asked for. So much more than he ever could have expected.
iv.
They hide, and he's not sure why. He's been playing around with his powers, and he knows what they can do makes them better. Not worse. Not monsters to be hunted down and killed or experimented on. He's been reading too. It makes them the next stage in human evolution, that's all. They are taking in new members all the time, and the danger is becoming more and more looming and present. There are protests sometimes, by extremists, people convinced there is a government conspiracy at play. Most brush them off as delusional, but it worries him. Is this what lies in store for them if their existence becomes known? No, he will not let this happen. If they're going to be revealed eventually, it may as well happen at his own pace.
v.
He's made a mistake. He's pushed too hard, too fast, almost killed one of their own. It's unforgivable. He knows because of the anger, disappointment in their eyes. He also knows because of the self-loathing bubbling up in his chest. He leaves. It's the only thing to do.
vi.
He does for others what they did for him. But he's not hiding like them. He pushes for recognition, power, control, for more than eventual acceptance. He wants the world. He is vexed, enraged, and he finds those who are too. And they continue like that for some time. But now he's lost one of his own, and he wants more than the world. He wants carnage, and blood, and their necks in his hands, he wants revenge. And there's only one place he can go if he wants the manpower to get it.
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FACE CLAIM ; Kyle Ellison
HEX CODE ; #50677b
PLAYED BY ; Εpιmetheus
CREATED BY ; Verix
FACE CLAIM ; Kyle Ellison
HEX CODE ; #50677b
PLAYED BY ; Εpιmetheus
CREATED BY ; Verix
