This character belongs to JamesD16
Personality[]
Sheis calm, cool, and collected and is always careful to judge the intentions of those she talks to. Towards hostile individuals she will be filled with a sort of cold hatred and will always be wary and suspicious, but towards people of good will she will be funny, happy, full of wit, and always ready to have a nice chat, play a good prank, or enjoy a good joke among other things.
History[]
Anne Tarasov was an art student at Buryat State University. She mostly worked with clay, the love of her existence. She created many beautiful works, and knew the clay inside and out. While at the University, she met a man named Stannis Veselovsky, a professor of modern literature. She thought she was in love, and became engaged to the older man a day after meeting him. They had their wedding two weeks after.
She soon found out Stannis was not the perfect man. While a genius, it seemed he suffered from alcoholism, and a day after the end of their honeymoon, he began to beat her.
Anne suffered three years of sexual, mental, and physical abuse, a victim of domestic violence. She quit school and became a housewife, making her clay art in secret. Finally, she began working up the courage to ask for a divorce. At around this time, she met a man named Yaromir, one of the many employees at the place where she bought clay in secret. They talked, and one thing leading to another, they spent the night together. Two months later, Anne realized she was pregnant. When she sought out Yaromir, he was nowhere to be found. This left her with little options. She was a girl with no degree, who would also be called out as a whore. What job would she have? What kind of support would she provide her kid? Either way, she would have to whore herself out, with one providing a better future for her kid.
So, she lied to Stannis about the babies parentage. He believed her. It came a painful surprize when Anne realized she was having twins, instead of one kid. Even more painful? One was a girl. Who knew what kind of things Stannis might be capable of doing to her.
When the babies were born, as a little vengeance for herself, Anne named the boy Yaromir. As for the girl, she named her after her Babushka, a strong and fierce old lady named Nika. She hoped her courage would pass to her young daughter.
Growing up, the two kids witnessed their father beat their mother. They knew, instinctively, that what she was doing was for them. They also knew that what he was doing was wrong. They didn’t trust their father, not really.
In school, they didn’t relate to many of the kids. Most were loud and noisy, begging for attention. They had a sense of who to stay clear of. Instead, they focused on school work. ADHD and dyslexia made it tough to learn, but they were persistent.
After school, if Anne was well enough, she would take them secretly to learn Sambo (a type of russian martial art) and how to shoot a gun, all in case they needed extra protection from their supposed father. Afterwards, she would share her love of clay with them, moments they cherished above all. They didn’t know what it was about the clay, only that they felt at home, and at peace with it. It was the family stress reliever, so to speak.
On one fine day, the trio was heading to the place where Anne still bought clay. Upon entering, they found it dark, empty, and seemingly abandoned. Two piles of clay curiously lay in the middle of the room, and behind them, an eagle with a knife through it. Yaromir approached the right pile, while Nika approached the left pile. Sinking their hands into the clay, each found a duplicate metallic necklace with a pendant. Even more curious? The pendant held the same image of the murdered eagle behind the clay piles. Mystified, the trio left the store, never to return.
Yaromir and Nika fought their first mythological monster at age thirteen. They’d been walking home from Sambo lessons with their mother, when a giant beast (hellhound) rushed at them. A paw raked across Anne’s face, the other barely missing Yaromir’s calf. Luckily, with knowledge of Sambo, Nika had been able to move away quick enough. The twins double teamed against the hellish dog, Yaromir going to lock it’s head, and Nika struck at its weaker hind legs. It yelped, but was not deterred. It threw off Yarmir, and swiped at Nika. She danced away just in time. The situation was desperate. That at least, is what the twins credit to coming up with the idea to grasp their necklaces. With the same thought. at the same moment, the true twins tugged off their necklaces for the first time since they’d received them. A double bladed weapon appeared in their hands, and they stabbed the beast with deadly accuracy. It disintegrated to dust, and they were glad of their victory. It was short lived, however, as the twins realized their mother was injured. Touching a button at the hilt of the swords, the blades retracted and the matching necklaces appeared again. They put them on, and rushed their mother to the ER. Officials were suspicious of how Anne’s condition came to be. After all, saying a giant dog from hell had attacked them was not the most convincing of stories. Especially for kids their age. Some officials believed, even, that the twins had been involved in the attack against their mother. This would prove to be crucial later on.
Stannis’ condition became worse after he was fired. Anne received beatings at least thrice a day, and, as much as the twins wanted to something, they could do nothing. People respected Stannis, and would never believe he was capable of such violence. Also, gossip about the twins possible mistreatment of their mother had spread, and officials were more likely to believe they were the ones abusing. If they attacked Stannis, similar scrutiny and danger would befall them.
The game changed when Anne died, the day of the twin’s second monster attack. By then they were fourteen, a fragile age for growth. They were heading towards a friend’s house when a myrmeke attacked. Now knowing they had a weapon at hand, the twins tugged and slashed. The monster hardly knew what hit it before it was gone. The real monster, in all honesty, was the one waiting at home. When the twins arrived, they found their mother on the floor, bleeding from everywhere, her face like ground meat. What could it be that could drive Stannis to the point of beating their mother to death? The answer was quite simple. “You!” he growled. “You falsehoods! You are not my children! Yur slut of a mother has been sleeping around.” In truth, Anne had only slept with Yaromir all those years ago. But he wasn’t one to listen. Yaromir punched Stannis in the face. “Stop,” he yelled, a bloody grin on his face. “Don’t you know? No one will believe that I would kill my wife. And now you’ve punched me.” His grin becomes more evil. “It seems thats what I get, for trying to protect my poor dead wife.” The words send ice down the twins shoulders.
Yaromir gave in, the only thing he could do. Nika knew, soon enough, her “father” would be looking for some ass, and he had them trapped. They needed to escape, and fast. Nika sugared up to a guy in school named Dimitri, whose uncle owned a sex trafficking ring, which he was apart of. Yaromir became his best friend. They detested Dimitri and everything he stood for, but this was the only way the could think of to truly escape Stannis. Everyone knew they shipped prostitutes to the U.S. to make more money. Nika pretended to get high on drugs and sometimes, even had to take them. Yaromir earned his place in the ranks. It was the dirtiest, slimiest, and most disgusting act they’d done. If they could help the poor women….but no. They were too far gone with the drugs. Here, they were owned. In America, they would be deported back. There was nothing to do.
When they’d just turned 15, Stannis struck. He took Nika to his bedroom, his intentions clear. Her intentions were clear too. She broke his neck and ran. This would be the day of their great escape. They ran towards Dimitri’s uncle’s facility, where many prostitutes were making the journey to America. Nika was supposed to be among them, the girl whose brother had apparently sold her in. Or at least, that was the story for appearances.
They reached the U.S. (NYC specifically) and from there, broke away. They needed to get away from their past life, as soon as possible. Not only were they part of an illegal sex trafficking organization (momentarily), but Nika had killed a man. They would also assume the twins had killed their mother.
On their run to get away, they came across a pair of interestingly cladded women. At first, they thought the women were prostitutes sent to find them and bring them back, but they were much worse. Scythian Dracnae. The ladies attacked, and the twins dodged to the sides. Yaromir tugged his necklace and sliced the one on the right. Nika tugged on her necklace and sliced the one on the left. What then lay in the middle was dust.
Getting used to the streets was tough. They’d learned english in grade school, but it didn’t help with all the slang and lingo used. What they did find, however, was the lovely soup kitchen. Sure, they only served dinner time meals, but it was something.
Yaromir made money working at a McDonalds. He was under the working age, sure, but he looked older than he was. Nika made money gambling on the street. Her being a female made her opponents underestimate her, and she had enough decisiveness to win. She also, was tough enough to take care of guys who thought she deserved to pay for winning. Life went on, but not without it’s ghosts, or hardships. Nika had nightmares of the ghost of Stannis following her around, mocking her that she would never escape. Yaromir was haunted by dreams of their mother, who cried to him and asked why he did nothing to Stannis sooner, why he didn’t save her. Sometimes, they would even alternate between dreams.
At 16, the twins faced yet another mythological monster. They’d been sleeping in some trees in central park, near a little lake. Nika noticed a little fin shape in the water. Curious, she alerted Yaromir, and they went to see what was up. As they neared the bank, three slimy seal like beings (telkhines) emerged from the water, gnashing their teeth in hungry wait. The twins jumped back, in their normal Sambo combat stances, hands near their necks so they could grab their weapons easily. The telkhines were slower out of water, but still powerful. Two bit at Yaromir’s feet and legs, and he swiped at them once he’d pulled to get his sword. Nika, on the other hand, only had one telkhine. She easily sliced open the mutt, and it was down for the count. Yaromir managed to get one too, and together, they stabbed the third. More to the kill list.
Although they were now getting a hang of the english slang, they felt the city was too crowded, and were afraid monsters or their ghosts would continue to attack with more vehemence. So, they packed up what little they had and moved to long island.
Unfortunately, this plan was a failure. When the twins were 17 they were taking residence in an abandoned house that Yaromir had found that was in ok fashion. They got there food by scavenging for it or by taking it from gullible merchants. Shortly after, another set of dracanae had set their sights on them. As they approached the residence, Yaromir could feel something was wrong. Using the techniques he had learned previously, Yaromir whirled around and started kicking at the dracanae with amazing speed and while they were dazed he got his sword out and stabbed them turning them into dust as Nika burst in and did the same. He then turned to Nika and ran away with her.
As they ran, they came across a hill of strawberries. sure, there was a sign saying not to pick, but they were hungry. what they discovered, was something entirely different. A home.
Powers[]
Offensive[]
- Children of Prometheus can fire off small bullets of clay at a very high speed, the bullets would materialize and fire from the user’s fingertips. They can be shot fast enough that they could pierce skin on impact.
- Children of Prometheus have the ability to turn the immediate ground into soft clay that acts as quicksand, potentially causing anyone stepping in to fall and sink far enough to not move at all. Gradually, the ground will solidify, allowing everyone trapped to slowly regain their footing.
Defensive[]
- Children of Prometheus have the ability to coat armor, defenses, and shields with an extra layer of hardened clay that will dull most kinds of attacks for a short time. They are also able to coat weapons with the same material in order to make them unbreakable.
Passive[]
- Children of Prometheus excel greatly in wisdom and forethought, allowing them to comprehend of what is true coupled with optimum judgment as to what action to perform. They are able to take into consideration all variables in a situation, foresee the outcomes and what choices one should make to reach the conclusion they want.
- Children of Prometheus can see a few seconds into the future; allowing them to possibly predict the actions of others, but also obscuring their sight at times.
Supplementary[]
- Children of Prometheus are able to trick another person into doing something for them, coming into agreement with them, or revealing a secret to them; nothing guarantees the person will complete the task, if they figure out they are being tricked.
- Children of Prometheus have the ability to generate fire or heat in order to ignite things, distract others, combust objects, augment weapons and constructs, or cause anything to be hotter to the point they are cooked, burned or melted. However, once created, they are not able to control it, and the more fire or heat they generate, the more energy it drains them.
- Children of Prometheus are able to conjure pure clay, which can be molded into weapons,armor and shields, or any object possible, that are no more than 2 to 3 times the size of the user. However, only one object can be molded at a time, and the user is continuously drained as they create more clay.
- Children of Prometheus can telekinetically move clay with their mind, the more moved and the further the distance. The more energy drained.
3 Months After Character is Made[]
- Children of Prometheus can transmogrify others into clay in order to either petrify them or just render them useless and more vulnerable because they become slower and all soft, muddy, and sludgy. The more people affected and the longer the transformation is held, the more energy it drains. And people turned into clay cannot be telekinetically moved by children of Prometheus.
6 Months After Character is Made[]
- Children of Prometheus have the ability to construct a group of clay men or animals with a maximum number of five, which can then be controlled by the mind of their creator. Men and animals summoned this way can only be the normal size of the form they take. While the clay beings fights for the user, the latter has a hard time moving until they are destroyed or dismissed. Alternatively, they can create a golem or a giant animal that is equivalent to five clay men combined altogether, no larger than 2 to 3 times the size of the user.
9 Months After Character is Made[]
- Children of Prometheus have the ability to turn their entire body into clay. This allows them to change their physical aspect and even mold extra limbs and appendages (but not wings), provide a strong dermal armor and enhance their strength by hardening, or even become flexible and elastic. They also do not feel pain in this state. The longer they keep this up, the more energy it drains, and the longer they have to stay nearly immobile after transforming back.
Traits[]
- Children of Prometheus are typically wise and intelligent. However, they can also be cunning, crafty, and incline to be like tricksters. But nonetheless, they are able to give convincing counsel, whether good or bad.
- Children of Prometheus generally have a morbid fear of eagles and vultures and they tend to not get along with the children of Zeus very well.
- Children of Prometheus are always great at molding and shaping clay without use of their powers. With that, they become known as great sculptors and carvers.
Relationships[]
| Name | Relation | Feelings |
| Anne Veselovsky | Mother | She died for a secret, but I still love her |
| Yaromir Veselovsky | Twin Brother | He is my other half. We've been through so much together |
| Stannis Veselovsky | Father (sort of) | I hate him. What a pig. He still haunts my nightmares. |
| Prometheus | Father (actual) | I don't know him, but he left us gifts. Too bad he did nothing for our mother. |
Word Bubble[]
| Nika Veselovsky ~ Molder of The World | ||||
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