Daughter of Hecate • Trapeze Artist
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History @sephora • Apr 06
Séphora is one of those people who believes there’s only two kinds of people; those who strive to live a spectacle, and those who don’t know how to. Ignorance is bliss, her mother would argue, but she has grown to understand her mother is yet another part of the latter group. Looking back, she supposes it’s a miracle she herself didn’t turn out to be an equal travesty of a human. For decades, her family has devoted their livelihood to the gods of Olympus; to submitting to their will and bending themselves backwards in hopes to retain the honor and pride her grandfather had amassed among the gods in Mount Olympus. Had it been exclusively for her heritage, Séphora might have met the same fate, but as Lachesis would have it, she always wanted to amount to more, to be better.
Edward Lovell was never anything spectacular growing up. Average was the word most people would use to describe him; never on anyone's radar for any reason. He didn't have a plan in life and was happy to let himself be led by whatever forces of the universe there were. Little did he know that these forces had an interest in him. Why? His average-ness. Many a God and Goddess looked down upon him and found him to be interesting. After procreating with the socialites of societies and having kids that were ensured to be great someday, many deities looked for someone normal to have a kid with. Edward was the lucky subject of four gods; Pheme, Ares, Thalia and Athena. The resulting children - Emily, Buck, Osborne and Constance respectively - each made Edward's life a little more interesting.
With Pheme being his first taste of the Greek world, Edward found himself thrown into a world he knew little about. Although Pheme never disclosed who she was exactly, she dropped enough hints for Edward to figure out for himself - if he had the prowess to do so. In true Edward Lovell fashion, however, he did not possess such prowess. In the end, after spending days trying to figure out who she was, he gave up and labelled her as some famous indie actress that he had to research after their fling was over. That's what he considered their love; a fling. Nothing permanent whatsoever.
Needless to say that when Pheme turned up to his door barely three weeks after he last saw her with a child that she proclaimed to be his, he was stunned. Having no heart to abandon the child, Edward took her in and named her Emily. Only when Emily was roughly three did Edward finally make sense of the hints Pheme had dropped. You see, Emily was a dead ringer for Edward and that, for him, expelled any doubts of her paternity and thus his attention turned to the woman. Pheme stuck out in his head and, upon research, he was led to none other than the goddess Pheme. Her mythical and powerful aura made sense for him, explaining there and then the three year question of how Emily got there so quickly.
Knowledge of Pheme and the Greek world through extension had made Edward a little more confident. Whilst he was still very much plain and average to everyone else around him, he had the self-gratifying fact that he bedded a Greek goddess and the one of fame at that. This added boost in confidence had attracted Ares to the man. Ares had been interested in Edward before (though plain-looking, Edward had robust features that Ares had some partial feelings to) but the newfound confidence sealed the deal on delivering a child. Unlike his obliviousness to Pheme, Edward was a lot more receptive to Ares' advances and identity and posed the same question over and over on how the god would give him a child. Of course Ares never relented and Edward had to sit and wait around after their series of hookups to see how such a child would be given to him. Sure enough, some month after he last saw Ares, the god arrived on his door for the final time with a baby boy. Again, stunned, Edward took the child in and named him Buck.
For the next few years Edward turned down a lot of Greek mythical figures. He had learnt from Ares that his life would be rough with two young demigods and, as a consequence, he was more than happy with just Emily and Buck in his life. Having a good paying office job allowed him to enrol them in a multitude of self-defence classes, even going as far as to give them swordsmanship lessons with a medieval fanatic. His reluctance to having more children with magical beings paid off; as Emily and Buck neared the early teens mark and were attacked, he felt safe knowing that they could handle themselves aptly. Sending the two off to boarding school during term time and then Camp Half-Blood during the summer at their own request, however, opened up the possibility for more gods and goddesses to see if they could chance their luck with Edward.
Thalia, the muse of comedy, was the next to conquer Edward. Though she radiated similar aura to both Pheme and Ares, Thalia wooed Edward with her array of comedic knowledge. It wasn't until after the two had hooked up enough times that Edward had realised he made the grave mistake of having a third demi-child. Was he mad? Not really. Did the thought of having a fourth to even things out cross his mind? Most definitely. He was in luck with the second thought as well; Athena had come along at the end of his relationship with Thalia and took an interest in him. She could sense a lot of buried, forgotten potential within him and was eager to bring it out. She held her identity in high regards with him, telling him exactly who she was and that, no, he wouldn't be able to have sex with her.
With Athena's help, Edward was able to display skills that propelled him to the top of his career and, just like that, Athena vanished soon after. Not long after did Thalia return to his door, presenting his third demigod child. Naming him Osborne, Edward already began to preemptively look into the same courses that Emily and Buck had been enrolled in years prior. In the midst of hoping for a fourth and final mythical figure to take an interest in him, Edward was greeted by Athena at his home door after coming home from work. There she stood, miraculously, with a child in hand. She gave him no explanation and left him with the girl who she had taken the liberty of naming Constance.
Osborne and Constance definitely had the easier life growing up with their demigod abilities. Though they didn't come home often, Emily and Buck were always willing to teach them the tricks they knew alongside their younger siblings' paid classes. Subsequently, Osborne and Constance became increasingly proficient in a lot of demigod related things before attendance to Camp had really been considered by either of them.
All four children grew up to have incredible careers laid before them, each inspired by their parent. Emily found success as an actress, becoming a high-profile celebrity with a renowned ability to not crack under pressure and having a way with words. Buck became a high-ranking commander within the military, known for his answer for seemingly anything tactical based. Osborne, much like Emily, found success with fame - becoming a renowned comedian. Constance, whilst her siblings moved to accommodate their careers, became CEO of the major company her father had founded after accumulating enough financial success at his old company. Although each would bring their families (all ironically composed of demichildren) back to their father's home for Christmas and could revel in the similarities between them all, each Lovell child became known for being different to one another.
Constance Lovell was proud of being the heiress to her father’s company, but she wanted recognition. She didn’t want to be the youngest daughter of Edward Lovell, who stayed in the comfort of her father’s company. She craved attention and found herself more and more jealous of her older sister, Emily. To be known around the world for acting whilst giving little attention to Constance who was doing proper work was, quite frankly, astounding. Really, people cared more for a career based on the ability to lie? Idiocy. Still, she kept her head down and kept up her work. In her own eyes, she was the most successful child of them all. She was certainly one of the richest.
In spite of her oldest daughter’s eventual opinions, Constance grew into a modernized version of her father. She’d inherited Athena’s wits and astuteness and Edward’s ambitions. As time progressed and her company grew uncontrollably, she began to catch the eye of gods who hadn’t been as fortunate in their endeavors to bed her father. Constance didn’t have that same averageness as he did, but her intellectual capacity and beautiful physique was a point of conversation among many of her mother’s cohorts, some who often went to the mortal world exclusively to try and tempt her into their arms. They were largely unsuccessful, sans Hecate, who appealed to Constance’s knowledge on military weaponry and was able to engage with her on a more intellectual basis. Further, Hecate didn’t poise herself as arrogant and entitled as many of the other prospects did and was earnest about her identity from the beginning, further appealing to Constance.
To her credit, Constance did hold out for several encounters. She initially hadn’t thought she’d find herself interested enough in Hecate to sleep with her, but as they met more often, Constance found her resolve withering away. It was one night when she stayed after hours at Lovell Industries that she forewent everything she’d conditioned herself into believing. Hecate had been helping her design and bring into fruition what would be her most destructive weapon, and it was that night they finally cracked the final piece of coding they would need to ensure the machinery would work. The champagne came out, one thing led to another, and - well, she couldn’t hold out. Sadly, it did mark an end to Hecate’s time with her, not only because she’d achieved the conquest she’d been craving and she’d created a weapon that would create discord between several of the largest global powerhouses, but because from that night of drunken debauchery, she ended up pregnant.
Constance wishes she could say she wasn’t taken aback when Hecate knocked on her door with a baby in her arms, but she can’t, because she was surprised. Of all things she had expected - Hecate leaving, being heavily compensated by the government for her troubles, maybe even winning another award for her contributions to the scientific community - a child had not been one of them. It was equal parts distressing and frustrating, knowing it threw her entire life plan to the side. Like her father, she was wholly incapable of rejecting a child she knew to be her own, so she, albeit already grieving the end of her career, took the infant, who she later named Séphora.
After the birth of Séphora came Ambrosia, a daughter of TBD, and Nina, daughter of Nike. Following Nina’s birth, the next six years were relatively normal. They grew up among the elite of Chicago, where their mother provided for the lavish lifestyle she’d longed for. Of course, being a single working mother meant that she had little time to spend with her kids, but she did her best. They were the fruits of her labour. How successful they were would always reflect back on her, and thus she had a swarm of maids and tutors catering to their every whim. All who touched base with her gave them reviews on what they did. If any of them slacked or threw a tantrum, their mother knew. It was far from an idyllic childhood, true, but it was nowhere near the freeing sensation Séphora longed for growing up. Further, Constance was struck with an idea that was, at best, a life-defining moment in her life. The idea came to the matriarch during a dinner party. Everyone was invited, from Hollywood to New York, including a producer who witnessed the family’s interactions. The next day, he pitched the idea of a reality TV show to Constance, and that was that.
The TV show put the spotlight onto Constance the way she had always wanted. The cameras were invited to her work and the world ate it up. Her business was booming, and before she knew it, it had spread across the world. In their personal life, the three children became child stars. Everyone knew who they were. Strangers commented on how they were brought up, becoming invested in ways that to this day makes Séphora fret over the ongoing mental health crisis. Constance relied on the idea of a happy and close family to draw in the viewers. However, nothing was as she made it to be seen, but when are they ever?
The family was never that close. Not as thick as thieves, not as anything else. Prior to the establishment of the show, they were raised to compete against one another. Who could be the smartest? The best? Who could get their mother’s attention quickest? It was typically between Ambrosia and Séphora, but sadly not for the reasons you’d think. Séphora always grated on her mother’s nerves, and it was a sentiment returned. Everything she did went against absolutely everything her mother wanted for her three daughters. Nonetheless, that all changed. Constance used different tactics to ensure they all behaved in front of the camera. Séphora, Nina and Ambrosia had no option but to do as the writers and producers dictated. Suddenly, all three girls were playing together, having fake arguments, acting as if cameras weren’t being shoved in their faces.
Séphora hated every moment of that reality show’s existence. It dominated her entire childhood and obliterated her already minimal chances of leading a normal life. She didn’t have any friends to rely on or people to speak with, and it hindered her ability to create long lasting relationships. It was a very difficult time for Séphora, but nothing seemed to help her regardless of the efforts she made to be able to interact with her sisters and get to know them. They were mostly kept apart because of how time-consuming filming and planning with the producers was. They usually had different storylines, and it made it very complicated for her to find the time of day to engage with them outside work or school hours with their private cohort of tutors. When it wasn’t that, she was locked away with other powerful demigods her mother had hired specifically to teach her children the powers they might one day need to use.
Considering Constance was a daughter of Athena and had always been aware of her heritage, she knew her children were demigods. They even knew who their parents were from the beginning. They knew they might go to Camp Half-Blood, though their mother never seemed too keen on the idea. Like she’d have any interest in sending them to a place where she can’t control them. After their first attacks, Constance ensured they were always accompanied by a security team made up of demigods to make sure all monsters were taken care of before they even got near her daughters. They were the same ones who taught them how to control their powers as the times called for it. When the first satyr approached them, around the time Séphora was twelve, Constance turned him away, citing her experience as a demigod daughter of Athena and how well her children were doing without the satyr’s meddlesome ways.
None of them ever really pushed against Constance, even when they were starved to ensure they looked their best for the cameras and their other needs were neglected. All three have instances where their mother forced them to empty their stomachs after eating too much food or sweets; it took a long time for Séphora to grow past this trauma, but to this day, those habits continue to haunt her. Furthermore, because so much of their relationship was forced on screen, the three girls’ never had much of a relationship outside of the cameras. To say more, Séphora was never really close with either of her sisters. She didn’t know their favorite color, their habits, any of the little details that would have humanized them.
There came a point where Séphora reached her limit. She faced constant belittlement and was placed under consistent emotional duress. There seemed to be no escape; her mother cared little for her wellbeing and Séphora was exhausted. Mentally and emotionally, she was always drained, not knowing who she could rely on, if anyone. Her value was placed in how obedient she was and how pretty she grew to be. When she confronted her mother in a rage - rage because her first period had been heavily publicized and scrutinized by many - her mother reacted explosively. Logic went out the door the second Séphora engaged in a screaming match with her mother about how abhorrent her behavior towards her daughters had been. She didn’t know who her sisters were; they were strangers to her. They’d been manipulated and exploited to the point they had been dehumanized by strangers all around the world.
Constance was a woman known for her patience. After all, she was a daughter of Athena with a respectable image. She was someone who’d made it as TIME’s Woman of the Year. She was voted among the Top 100 influential people in the world, and was one of the richest in the world. She was a powerful business tycoon. But that dreadful night, it all changed. She’d made Séphora to be like she would never be enough, but she was sorely mistaken. Séphora was someone - someone who wouldn’t allow anyone to walk all over her with six-inch heels and a hardened soul. Constance was a prideful woman, but so was her daughter. Seeing the way she behaved and addressed her mother created a monster to this day Séphora is sure Constance doesn’t regret becoming. She still remembers how big the bruise became the morning after, the way her eye was swollen shut and her lip and cheekbone were cut. The next morning, Séphora Lovell-Guilloux was nowhere to be found.
Séphora hadn’t wasted any time in abandoning the life she’d always known in favor of one she knew would be much more difficult. She had no emotional attachments back home, as she’d always been kept away from her sisters. She resented her mother and didn’t see her as a viable reason to stay behind. If there was anything that made her falter, it was the demigods that had helped her with her powers and kept her safe from any attacks that would’ve come her way. She’d gotten attached to them, no doubt about that. However, they weren’t enough to make her double guess herself, and just before the clock hit 3:00am, Séphora grabbed her previously prepared, stashed-away bag for emergencies, which she’d wisely loaded up with money out of her mother’s vault along with other prized items she could pawn off later for more money and some clothes. She made an effortless escape and found herself at the Union Station.
Purchasing a ticket was a little tricky, but as it turns out, when you have a lot of money, people tend to quickly become very agreeable. She got lucky. She didn’t really have a destination in mind and the next train was departing for Seattle directly. That’s how Séphora Lovell-Guilloux found herself in Seattle, Washington about 46 hours and 10 minutes later. Her ADHD had been in full swing throughout the ride and her stims were more noticeable than usual, but she was lucky the people she’d been sitting near had been very kind people. And, as the ride progressed, she came to realize they were also demigods. Children of Hecate and Circe, they’d said. It got her really excited, mostly because she didn’t realize how many demigods there were. Most of the train ride went by with them talking about their experience. They’d lived in Camp Half-Blood for some years but had run away recently, not happy with how restrictive it was. (That did make her facepalm, knowing she could have been more safe there but wouldn’t be because she’d forgotten it existed and it was too expensive to get a ticket to New York.)
As it turned out, those two demigods were on their way to Seattle because they’d seen a video of Fraulein Talley’s Traveling Imaginarium Circus & Carnival, and they were hoping to join. It was run by demigods who accepted any and every runaway seeking a thrill in life. It’s like the stars had aligned for Séphora, who excitedly asked to tag along. Truth be told, it also had a lot to do with her realizing she had no way to protect herself in the event of a monster attack and was hoping these two older demigods would take care of any incidents for her… which they did, shortly after arriving at Seattle, when they were confronted by a hellhound. It was a daunting moment, but just as the child of Hecate - her sibling, if she thought about it - was about to deliver the killing blow, they were stopped by a loud outcry. It was different. It wasn’t a mortal seeing kids fighting a lion, it was a demigod trying to save their charge.
Apparently, finding a circus is a lot easier done than said. Where Séphora was expecting some extravagant journey where they’d slay a thousand monsters (as if she could), they instead faced only one, and it was one of the circus’ hellhounds that they’d been unable to control. They were feral and nigh impossible to control, but the tamers were children of Hades, who exercised careful control over them. It apparently added to the allure of the show. Where one might be discouraged from joining, Séphora was instead thrilled. This was exactly the free life she’d always envisioned for herself, and here she was, able to live her dreams in ways she never imagined she would be able to do. Joining Fraulein Talley’s crew was easy; she was a daughter of Hecate and had the powers, however minute, to show for it. With the children of Hecate and Circe that had been on the train with her, she quickly got to honing her skills as best as she could.
Unsurprisingly, between all of them - a crew of approximately 43 demigods, nymphs, satyrs and other creatures, plus the hellhounds the children of Hades controlled - Séphora thrived. The development she faced in such short time was astronomical, to say the least. More importantly, she was happy with herself and the decisions she’d made. Even if her past hurt to remember and she really hated the idea of seeing her mother ever again, at least she didn’t cringe every time she thought of where the roads might lead her. Over time, she grew more comfortable with herself and the people she was with. She met some of her closest friends there, too; TBD, a son of Hades, and TBD, a daughter of TBD. They became inseparable being so close in age, which was excellent, because it provided them with the stability they needed with all the changes happening in the circus.
It was an amazing adventure Séphora never wanted to see ending. The crew travelled all over the United States and rose to fame quickly at how mystical it all seemed. Between the animal projections they used (screw animal cruelty!) and the hellhounds (which, okay, sort of negated the whole cruelty-free aspect of the show, but the hounds were never hurt, only manipulated against their will), it was a show many wanted to see. They spent nights in some of the grandest cities and brought in revenue they in turn invested in more equipment for riskier tricks. They relied a lot on their powers, unbeknownst to the mortals, and made something of a name for themselves. It got to the point where national media wanted a glimpse to who they were, but because they never stayed in one place too long and hid their faces with intricate masks, it was difficult to get a grip on their identities and consequently any interviews.
Given the very large congregation of magical people, it was no surprise monster attacks were very frequent and intense. Rather than facing the usual (the hellhounds, scorpions and myrmekes), Fraulein Talley’s crew faced Laistrygonian Giants, Empousai, Flesh-Eating Sheep and even the Erymanthian Boar. Not a week went by - two if they got lucky - where they weren’t attacked. It was difficult, but they made due and Séphora was likewise able to get some practice in defending herself against monsters. She didn’t really have a weapon, but given the absurd amount of people, she always found a spare sword to use. Eventually, though, the crew caught wind of New Athens’ establishment.
They were seeking some stability following their highly acclaimed tour around Europe and made the decision to settle down there. Maybe they’d go on a hiatus, maybe they’d permanently fold. Or maybe they’d just make it a permanent show there, with the carnival to go with it. Nonetheless, they wanted to do a final tour in the United States, where it all began. Their roadmap would be hitting every hometown of each crewmember, largely out of nostalgia, with a big bang end in Chicago, where they’d announce their break. Séphora wasn’t really looking forward to it, but it was an obligation she needed to fulfill. As they arrived in Chicago, though, a problem quickly became apparent; Séphora wasn’t anywhere to be found.
Where was she?
- Weapons: Séphora doesn't have any weapons. She uses the spares off other crewmembers.
Powers @sephora • Apr 06
Powers of a Daughter of Hecate (3/6/9 locked):
- Children of Hecate have the ability to fire an intense beam of magical energy which will burn anything it touches. The ability can also be focused into small magical bullets, which have better range but are less damaging than a beam.
- Children of Hecate have the ability to use magic to electrically charge something made of metal for a short time.
- Children of Hecate are able to create a protective dome of magical energy around them for a short time.
- Children of Hecate are able to become ethereal in form for a short time, which temporarily causes all attacks to go through them. In this state, they cannot attack an opponent and if they do their ethereal state will dissipate instantly.
- Children of Hecate have the innate ability to see in all directions at once.
- Children of Hecate are innately stronger at night.
- Children of Hecate are able to communicate with the dead to gather information.
- Children of Hecate are adept at making potions and elixirs, however potions used in battle cannot be overly powerful or altering to the events of the battle. Potions that can automatically heal all wounds or restore all energy are examples of over-powered potions. Only descendants of Hecate/Circe and Lampades can create potions. Overconsumption of potions can result in overdose symptoms and some potions could have side-effects or not work at all.
- Children of Hecate can conjure spells to teleport themselves and allies. The further the distance, the more energy drained.
- Children of Hecate can cast a levitation spell on themselves for a short time which will allow them to fly, the longer they levitate the more power it drains. The spell can also be used items and enemies.
- Children of Hecate are able to use some healing spells to quickly heal minor wounds and slowly heal major wounds. Fatal wounds cannot be healed.
3 Months After a Character is Made
- Children of Hecate are able to control the Mist around them, allowing them to create optical illusions that can fool even demigods. The illusions can confuse enemies with false memories, alter the appearance of the user or their allies, change the appearance of items or weapons or even alter the appearance of the environment to an extent. Changes to the Mist only last for a short time, mist control is less draining than custom spells.
6 Months After a Character is Made
- Children of Hecate have the ability to create new spells, whether they were trained, self-taught or devised the spell on the fly. The spells can be minor, such as locating, summoning animals, divination or controlling emotions. Or they can be more advanced and powerful such as controlling the elements, pure magical energy, necromancy, curses and summoning monsters or magical guardians. Spells cannot be overly powerful or controlling. The more complex and powerful the spell, the more energy it drains from the user.
9 Months After a Character is Made
- Children of Hecate have the ability to focus all their magical abilities into transforming themselves into any living being, or even a being of their own imagination. This power is, in essence, the ability to shapeshift into anything the user can imagine. The user can transform into another human, an animal, a monster, or anything in between. The transformation can last as long as the user wishes it to, but the longer they hold their form the more it drains them. They cannot cast any spells while the transformation is in place and they cannot transform into anything overly powerful. (Like a rabbit that can make people’s heads explode with a thought. ) The form they shift into cannot be larger than 2 to 3 times the human size of the user, and after the user resumes their regular form they are severely drained. Unable to move from exhaustion and they could possibly faint. This power can only be used once in a fight.
- Children of Hecate typically love the magical arts, many of them are known for writing spellbooks. Her children have created/re-introduced and improved spells and techniques all over history.
- Necromancy is commonly a favored magical art among children of Hecate.
- Children of Hecate are known for being quite mysterious.
- Children of Hecate are often more active and exhibit better moods at night and in dark environments.
- Children of Hecate wield innate knowledge and understanding of the Mist.
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Custom Trivia @sephora • Apr 06
- She still struggles with her self-image and eating habits because of her mother.
- Séphora is allergic to dogs.
- Her favorite city to visit was Nice, France.
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