A life built on lies, is a life I would rather die a thousand deaths, than live.

 

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Hybrid: Warlock + Raiju
Powers: lightning control + can turn into a black fox, umbrakinesis/sciakinesis, pyrokinesis ( blue flames ), spell casting, persuasion.

He is very intuitive. Very smart, charming and charismatic when he wants to be. Brutally honest, preferring to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush. He’s a “wild child” in other words, you never know which side of him you’re gonna get. He hides his vulnerability by being sly, smart mouthed and overall just a brat. It’s one way of dealing with a soul that’s constantly torn between black and white. He’s a firm believer that everyone should be able to pick whether they want to be good or bad.

When he gets angry, his aura changes drastically, as in it turns to visible black smoke and his eyes become to icy blue. He doesn’t show his emotions often, or at all. Mostly choosing to remain stoic, almost like it was second nature to him. Showing emotions got him in trouble when he was younger. Sadness? That was for the weak. Happiness? He didn’t have anything to be happy about. Surprise? Nothing surprises him anymore. Disgust? Anger? His entire being is filled with those two, for his kind mostly. Ironic, how he grew to hate the very people that taught him everything he knew, but why should he care. The hate spread from them, warlocks; hating that he was half of what they were. Fear? He hasn’t felt....fear since that day, mostly just numb. He was basically a roaming corpse, filled with nothing but hatred, disgust and anger. Just very good at hiding it.

Cats, Stormy Nights, Music, Dancing, Getting High, Sci-fi/Fantasy Movies, Shopping, Dressing Up, Reading, The smell after it rains, Staying Indoors, Being Alone, Color purple.

The Cold, Loud Noises, Studying, Talking a lot, Getting Yelled at, Being looked down on, getting called names, liars, people who’s ideals are morally wrong, bright lights, being compared to people; especially his father or siblings.

Hacking, Dancing, Reading, Practicing new powers and spells, practicing martial arts so he could hone it as a skill.

The last time he felt fear was when his friend was practically murdered. That day he buried fear so far down that he saw himself as numb, but he wasn’t. His fear is clear as day if anyone were to play close enough attention. Fear of being vulnerable and attached. Because if you’re not attached, then there’s no reason to be vulnerable, and no reason for anyone other than him to get hurt. His fear of others getting hurt because of him, runs so deeply through his veins that he would rather push everyone away than have people to care for. That’s just something he has to live with until he stops blaming himself from the death of his friend.

Mostly dark colored clothing, aside from the occasional white or light colors. He likes changing his hair color and the length of it depending on his mood. He doesn’t like restrictions on what he should or should not wear, he dresses in whatever he wants and thinks gender norms should be eradicated. To him, no outfit is complete without: Leather, Coats, Boots, Make up, Accessories and perfume.

He has lots of piercings on his ears and one on his belly button. his nails are always painted black. He has a small fox tattoo on his wrist and lightning tattoo across his back. His eyes tend to change from three different colors, original: blueish/grey, fox form: auburn/gold flecks, angry: icy blue. He is not an only child, just the youngest and only one to be a hybrid. He has his mother’s last name because she named him before giving him up to his father. He doesn’t like talking about his mother, and he doesn’t like people talking about her either. Sensitive topic for him.

He likes using his umbrakinesis powers to create shadow creatures or animals to play with. His favorite is to make a cat like creature as well as tiny dragons. He can control how long they stay in the material world, ranging from seconds to weeks and with the snap of his fingers they can go back to being shadows. He also constantly wonders about how his mother would view him if she were alive, he worries about this a lot.

 

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Noya Helia.
Helia meaning sun ray or shining light.

Only, his life wasn’t so bright. Helia was born between the witching hour, his father a warlock and his mother a thunder beast.

The story started with the two of them. His mother was always careful in the way she did things, or so his father would tell him. According to his father, they met on a stormy night when he was out hunting. What he was hunting, he never told Helia that, but he wasn’t stupid. That night, his mother was out too, chasing lightning as they struck. His father said, his mother was just as beautiful in her fox form as she was in her normal form. Her fur was snow white, and her eyes an icy blue, they were almost electrifying he said. And in normal form, her blue eyes wasn’t as icy but her hair remained just as white as her fur. He said, he was so caught up watching her chase lightning that he failed to defend himself and got struck by one, and out of concern the fox had rushed over.

She didn’t seem frightened or alarmed by his presence, she was more curious than afraid. She helped him that night, took him to her place and offered him hospitality. He said she was quite kind and very generous, despite knowing he was a warlock. Being who he was, he accepted, under the pretense of just being a rogue warlock passing through those parts. Over time, they grew closer and she gave him her heart and he took it willingly, claiming to love her back; knowing they would never be together like that, not forever anyway.

Maybe he did love her, at least a part of him did, why else would he choose to let her live and walk away instead? A few months of them being together, and then he left. No break up, no goodbyes....he just left her. Fast forward some more months later and Helia was in the picture. That was when his mother decided to find his father and gave him up.

He thinks the worst part of the story is that she didn’t do the job herself. Instead, she had someone else hand him over to his father, with a note explaining everything.

His father likes to say she did it as a way to get revenge on him.

That’s how Helia’s story starts. He didn’t know much about his mother, he grew up at the hands of his father and it wasn’t the most pleasant experience. Because of that he was a shameless bratty , especially because he did grow up in a more than wealthy home. He has a sense of entitlement, that people quickly get turned off by which usually leaves him with no friends because no one really understands him.

His father held a prominent title and place in the council of warlocks. He was a very important person, his actions, family and everything in his life must always coincide with the fact that he was a warlock and the title he held. All his sons were considered pure blood. Once a warlock conceives with a witch or another warlock, their children are seen as pure. And once they conceive outside of that ideal, they’re tainted. Hence, Helia was the tainted one and the youngest of 4 sons.

Being bullied by your brothers and an entire community, really takes a toll on a person. Especially a child growing up, having to endure constant name calling, being told he wasn’t strong enough, that he was tainted, that he would never fit in with him. Never having anyone really be on his side, not even his father, even though Helia could tell at times his father felt guilt. He could see it in his eyes, but he quickly started realizing that instead of guilt it was pity. Just like everyone who ever met him and knew his story, they all looked at him with pity in their eyes, in the way they spoke about him.

And even though, he was going through a lot he never let it take away those little bit of hope that it’ll get better, from him. He paid attention in school, did his best in training, did everything he could to at least get a bit of recognition from his father. He wanted to make him proud, wanted to change the look from pity to pride.

On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, he met someone. Someone who didn’t care about his entitled attitude, they didn’t care about how he was “tainted” they just didn’t care. And Helia never understood why, he never got why this person stuck to his side and even gave him the title of his best friend. He never had anyone say anything like that to him before, he never had anyone be kind to him just because they wanted to before, never had a real friend like that before. And it felt great. So great that he let himself be pulled in, his facade broke and he became himself. Not an entitled that smiled through the pain or one that strived to be like his brothers, he didn’t care about impressing his father either. He was just Helia, he was happy that he finally had someone to share himself with.

They did everything together. Hung out after school, played videos games, did homework together and so much more. They were Helias safe space, when things got tough at home, they were the first person he would go to about it and they always helped him feel better. But he should’ve known. He should’ve seen it coming. After all, he was doomed for a lifetime of unhappiness. His mother gave him up, his father didn’t want him, his brothers don’t associate themselves with him and then he had to go and lose his best friend too.

His brothers and their friends decided to play a prank on him. He was in the library at school, reading a book and that was the last thing he remembered before he was waking up. It was in the schools gym, and as he took in his surroundings he realized that he wasn’t alone. His friend was on the other side of the court with his brothers, the look on their face showed how terrified they were and Helia was sure his expression matched.

“Finally, you’re awake.”

“Let’s get this party started then.”

“Oi, we got tired of seeing that stupid smile on your face. So we’re gonna punish the person who’s the cause of it.”

Harming his friend as they made Helia watch. He screamed for them to stop, he felt defenseless as he watched them use their powers on his beloved friend to taunt him. He was terrified, afraid of what his brothers were capable of. He wasn’t sure if his friend had powers or not, it never came up, they never spoke much about their family and he didn’t pry. Thinking it was a sensitive subject, just like his mother was. But he didn’t know, he didn’t know they weren’t actually harming him, he was just under a sleeping spell and they were just in his head.

His fear, turned into anger when he saw the terror in his friends eyes, he got so angry that he managed to conjure a lightning storm at the age of 16, in and outside of his head. He didn’t know that he was simply sleeping in the library, not only that but someone was desperately trying to wake him up from the outside. In his head, the storm was going haywire because of his anger. Blue lightning, wrapped around his figure as he glared at his brothers with icy eyes. He was so caught up with fighting his brothers in his head that he failed to realize that it wasn’t real.

Outside of his head, his body was oozing with black smoke, that was actually shadows. The buildings lights were out thanks to his storm, stray lightning knocking over book shelves, students screaming and making a run for it to get away from him. All except one. They were desperately trying to find a way to wake him up, knowing that something was definitely wrong. It wasn’t until his brothers showed up at the scene to see what all the commotion was about did they realize what was going on.

They told the teachers what they did, but with each passing second the storm got worse. Finally, a teacher showed up to help, but was too scared to approach so his friend decided to do it instead. Taking the vial from the teacher so they could give it to Helia, and they successfully did it. Inside his head, Helia was confused when everything started disappearing and his reality started to morph, then everything went black and then he was blinking his open again from sleep. It was blurry but he could make out the face of his friend, then the sound of the storm caught his attention and he freaked, everything he saw in his head coming back to him. That made the storm worse, especially now that he was really awake.

And as his friend reached for him to calm him down, one of his stray lightning’s struck them. Helia’s eyes widened and in his attempt to catch his falling friend, he slipped off the chair. The blood oozing from his friends ears and nose, made Helia panic. He didn’t know what to do, his storm was out of control, his friend laid unconscious in his arms and all he could do was sit there and cry.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! please wake up!”

They never did. He cried until he passed out and only then did the storm stop.

When he woke up again, it was in his room a week later. Apparently the such a huge storm and the shock of harming his friend took a toll on his body. He wanted to see his friend, but according to his father his friends parents took their kid and left. And as for his brothers, their excuse for their action was to help their little brother toughen up. So he did. He became what they wanted him to be. He focused on his studies and perfecting his powers. The little hope he had left, disappeared that day in the library.

And when he isn’t honing his skills for the battle field, he hides behind a computer screen to hone his hacking skills, with the alias “VOID” he hacks into whatever catches his attention. His favorite victims are definitely business men and politicians. He’s a straight A student but he doesn’t see reason to get a degree, especially when his father only drills that nonsense about family business in his head. But he never saw himself as part of the family, so did he really have to listen? He didn’t even live with them anymore. Preferring to be alone, that way no one gets hurt.