Eethel Sornson |
Ability Focus:
Senses: Touch / Average ; Sight / Low Hearing / High ; Taste / Low Memory: Average |
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"The trust of the innocent is the most useful tool of the liar."
Lies, lies, and more lies. Eethel Sornson is a habitual liar. If one lie will suffice, ten are even better. Much more riveting. It's not that he has the will to hurt others by lying, in fact, he doesn't even know where it comes from. Just one simple slip of the tongue, the the lies fly. He'll share extravagant stories of back alley brawls, big-game drug busts, the list of tall tales go on and on, building his artificial character. The ones who have known him longer know better than to believe every story he spins, but somehow they walk right into the web he weaves and end up feeling as though there might just be some truth to these forgeries.
One of the most popular stories Eethel shares is the story of his mother and father. His human mother gave birth to the son of Klaes. His father would have liked to take Eethel away from his mother when her job was finished and Eethel was up, walking and talking on his own, but she wouldn't allow it. She threatened to kill the father if he dared place a hand on her beloved son, and the Primary knew she wasn't blowing hot air. If push came to shove, she would kill him. The question to be asked was: Could she? A Tertiary with the perfected gaze taking on a full-blown Primary. Hardly imaginable, but it happened, and resulted in her demise. She defied the Alpha's orders and paid the price. Eethel will tell you that price was her heart. His father took it, and ate it. She was his, but because she would not offer her loyalty to him herself, he took it upon himself to make her loyal heart his. It's a jaw-dropper, and certainly a gut-twister, which brings many to believe it is untrue and that Eethel is only spreading the story so that others will fear and respect his father, as they should. It appeared as though Eethel's mother was more attached to him than Eethel was to her. He had no problem with the idea of leaving with his father, and felt as though it was the natural thing to do. Eethel felt no remorse or fear when his father ripped her heart from her chest, holding her dead body as a lover. If there was one thing he learned about women from his bold mother, it was to capture their heart early on, completely, so that you didn't have to rip it out later.
Eethel can behave very boyish, having to take up responsibilities he'd rather not, with a bitter attitude. He is 18 years old with thick, messy brown hair and stands 5'11.
Lies, lies, and more lies. Eethel Sornson is a habitual liar. If one lie will suffice, ten are even better. Much more riveting. It's not that he has the will to hurt others by lying, in fact, he doesn't even know where it comes from. Just one simple slip of the tongue, the the lies fly. He'll share extravagant stories of back alley brawls, big-game drug busts, the list of tall tales go on and on, building his artificial character. The ones who have known him longer know better than to believe every story he spins, but somehow they walk right into the web he weaves and end up feeling as though there might just be some truth to these forgeries.
One of the most popular stories Eethel shares is the story of his mother and father. His human mother gave birth to the son of Klaes. His father would have liked to take Eethel away from his mother when her job was finished and Eethel was up, walking and talking on his own, but she wouldn't allow it. She threatened to kill the father if he dared place a hand on her beloved son, and the Primary knew she wasn't blowing hot air. If push came to shove, she would kill him. The question to be asked was: Could she? A Tertiary with the perfected gaze taking on a full-blown Primary. Hardly imaginable, but it happened, and resulted in her demise. She defied the Alpha's orders and paid the price. Eethel will tell you that price was her heart. His father took it, and ate it. She was his, but because she would not offer her loyalty to him herself, he took it upon himself to make her loyal heart his. It's a jaw-dropper, and certainly a gut-twister, which brings many to believe it is untrue and that Eethel is only spreading the story so that others will fear and respect his father, as they should. It appeared as though Eethel's mother was more attached to him than Eethel was to her. He had no problem with the idea of leaving with his father, and felt as though it was the natural thing to do. Eethel felt no remorse or fear when his father ripped her heart from her chest, holding her dead body as a lover. If there was one thing he learned about women from his bold mother, it was to capture their heart early on, completely, so that you didn't have to rip it out later.
Eethel can behave very boyish, having to take up responsibilities he'd rather not, with a bitter attitude. He is 18 years old with thick, messy brown hair and stands 5'11.
Sindri Laterza |
Ability Focus:
Senses: Touch / High ; Sight / Low Hearing / Average ; Taste / Low Memory: Average |
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Lah-tare-za
Sindri likes to believe he has everything straightened out in his life, and claims that he knows exactly who he is as a person and what is capable of. This belief gives him confidence in all the right areas, yet emphasizes his few weak points. If he does not believe that he is capable of performing a certain task, he won't even try. His stubbornness of his character gets the better of him and is a headache for others to deal with. Despite his belief that he had everything figured out, there are things he struggles to find the answer to or places he will lose his identity. Love is one of them. Sindri was 17 when he thought he found the love of his life, and felt as though she was the one he would be with til the end. Love was always hard for Sindri to find. He felt bound to his color, as any Color Chroma should. He felt untruthful when he had to force the one he loved into this battle for territory unwillingly. They wouldn't know it, but he would, and that was enough for him. Love consists of loyalty, trust, and promise. Sindri promised her that he would look after her, she would be safe from it all. He fought for her trust, but she hesitated. Sindri would be loyal to her, but he wondered if she would return the favor. That was when he realized she didn't have his complete trust. He couldn't trust himself with her. He poured everything out, telling her all about what he was and just what their plans were, hoping that it would finally be enough for her to be on his side. If anything, he frightened her. He promised that he was still human on the inside, he knew it, but the Chroma blood inside him fought to more dominate within him. He allowed himself to break in front of the girl and she rejected him. She called him a freak when he revealed his eyes to her. They were ugly. That was the worst thing a Chroma could be told. His heart broke, and human or Chroma, it hurt all the same. If he had the choice, he would have put aside his Chroma genes and focused on a human life, one where his love would accept him, but he did not have such a luxury. A deep depression followed soon after, and blinded by remorse and fury, he attempted to remove his eyes, disgusted by himself. Before he could do more harm and possibly kill himself in his attempt, fellow Golden Chromas pulled him away and attempted to help the lost soul. Through it all, the Color Chromas always look out for their own kind, no matter Primary or Secondary. They found that his gaze was imperfect from birth, therefore he did not quite understand things on the same level and instinct of a full Chroma. They perfected his gaze and attempted to bring back sight to his right eye, but there was little that could be done. After they perfected his gaze, Sindri slowly gained a better understanding of what it meant to be a Color Chroma, and the pride shared within his color. Though they fixed his gaze, his eyes still appear shattered, broken as his heart was. They lost their fire, and the other Golden Chromas would at times attempt to help bring that fire back. They grieved for their brother who for so many years could not experience the same pride and beauty of their color.
As of today, Sindri appeared to have healed from his broken spirit of the past, and filled in the cracks with new characteristics he believes he always should have attained. He tries to pick up the trope of a heart-breaker or player, but everyone knows he too much of a softy on the inside to fully commit to it, however, it's what he believes he is, so there's hardly a chance of him changing his believed ways. Sindri has never been a good reader, and struggles with signs far off. It's believed it was a trait from his human genes that made it's way through the more dominate Chroma genes. Many suggest that he should purchase a pair of glasses to help, but following Chroma culture, he's never heard of such a thing. It's out of character for a Color Chroma to need such an object. Their sight is nearly always 20/20, but he now forgets that he is not a Primary and therefore will be susceptible to human complications.
Many believe that somehow Sindri and Eethel are related due to their similarities in appearance, and it wouldn't be a surprise if their family trees linked somewhere. He is 22 years old and stands 6'2 with messy, chocolate brown hair. He chooses to wear an eye patch over his right eye when in public, feeling as though it may bring less attention, though that is wistful thinking.
Sindri likes to believe he has everything straightened out in his life, and claims that he knows exactly who he is as a person and what is capable of. This belief gives him confidence in all the right areas, yet emphasizes his few weak points. If he does not believe that he is capable of performing a certain task, he won't even try. His stubbornness of his character gets the better of him and is a headache for others to deal with. Despite his belief that he had everything figured out, there are things he struggles to find the answer to or places he will lose his identity. Love is one of them. Sindri was 17 when he thought he found the love of his life, and felt as though she was the one he would be with til the end. Love was always hard for Sindri to find. He felt bound to his color, as any Color Chroma should. He felt untruthful when he had to force the one he loved into this battle for territory unwillingly. They wouldn't know it, but he would, and that was enough for him. Love consists of loyalty, trust, and promise. Sindri promised her that he would look after her, she would be safe from it all. He fought for her trust, but she hesitated. Sindri would be loyal to her, but he wondered if she would return the favor. That was when he realized she didn't have his complete trust. He couldn't trust himself with her. He poured everything out, telling her all about what he was and just what their plans were, hoping that it would finally be enough for her to be on his side. If anything, he frightened her. He promised that he was still human on the inside, he knew it, but the Chroma blood inside him fought to more dominate within him. He allowed himself to break in front of the girl and she rejected him. She called him a freak when he revealed his eyes to her. They were ugly. That was the worst thing a Chroma could be told. His heart broke, and human or Chroma, it hurt all the same. If he had the choice, he would have put aside his Chroma genes and focused on a human life, one where his love would accept him, but he did not have such a luxury. A deep depression followed soon after, and blinded by remorse and fury, he attempted to remove his eyes, disgusted by himself. Before he could do more harm and possibly kill himself in his attempt, fellow Golden Chromas pulled him away and attempted to help the lost soul. Through it all, the Color Chromas always look out for their own kind, no matter Primary or Secondary. They found that his gaze was imperfect from birth, therefore he did not quite understand things on the same level and instinct of a full Chroma. They perfected his gaze and attempted to bring back sight to his right eye, but there was little that could be done. After they perfected his gaze, Sindri slowly gained a better understanding of what it meant to be a Color Chroma, and the pride shared within his color. Though they fixed his gaze, his eyes still appear shattered, broken as his heart was. They lost their fire, and the other Golden Chromas would at times attempt to help bring that fire back. They grieved for their brother who for so many years could not experience the same pride and beauty of their color.
As of today, Sindri appeared to have healed from his broken spirit of the past, and filled in the cracks with new characteristics he believes he always should have attained. He tries to pick up the trope of a heart-breaker or player, but everyone knows he too much of a softy on the inside to fully commit to it, however, it's what he believes he is, so there's hardly a chance of him changing his believed ways. Sindri has never been a good reader, and struggles with signs far off. It's believed it was a trait from his human genes that made it's way through the more dominate Chroma genes. Many suggest that he should purchase a pair of glasses to help, but following Chroma culture, he's never heard of such a thing. It's out of character for a Color Chroma to need such an object. Their sight is nearly always 20/20, but he now forgets that he is not a Primary and therefore will be susceptible to human complications.
Many believe that somehow Sindri and Eethel are related due to their similarities in appearance, and it wouldn't be a surprise if their family trees linked somewhere. He is 22 years old and stands 6'2 with messy, chocolate brown hair. He chooses to wear an eye patch over his right eye when in public, feeling as though it may bring less attention, though that is wistful thinking.
Kayin Royer |
Ability Focus:
Senses: Touch / Average; Sight / Low Hearing / Low ; Taste / High Memory: Low |
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The favored child. Kayin never understood why his brother insisted on being number one. Kayin would join what he thought to be a brotherly rivalry, only to find that Livi had an edge to his side. It felt personal. Kayin quickly faded out of the competition between he and his brother, letting Livi take the lead while Kayin went about his life casually. Things were always handed to him, and not once did he wonder if it was the same for his brother. His brother was different than he and the rest of their family, sporting odd blue eyes that Kayin couldn't help but feel angered by. But Livi was his brother. He couldn't do something so crude as to call him out for his difference and treat him differently because of it - father already did that for him. Kayin had no problem with taking that number two spot. Second born, second place, two years below Livi. Livi always worked so hard for first place, so second place came too easily if that was the case. Kayin's spoiled childhood did little to help him in the future. Now 20 years old, he's not the brightest in the bunch. He still retained his childish behavior, not outgrowing his immaturity. The most obvious of things can fly right by him and it may take him a second to catch it, if it wasn't already too late. Because of this, Kayin isn't used for intel or information keeping, and instead is used right on the front lines. His combat skills are high despite his lack of brains. He fights like a pro. If there's one thing he knows best, it's how to mix poisons and put them to good use. He suddenly takes a one-eighty when it comes to the subject, no longer seeming blind and like an ignoramus.
It's almost as if Kayin has an ear for trash talk. If someone talks bad about him behind his back, he'll seem to always be aware of it, or that they mentioned him, even if he was never around in the first place to hear it. An odd instinct, he says. He is 5'8.
It's almost as if Kayin has an ear for trash talk. If someone talks bad about him behind his back, he'll seem to always be aware of it, or that they mentioned him, even if he was never around in the first place to hear it. An odd instinct, he says. He is 5'8.