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Destiny Saunders
Daughter of Iris

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Gender Female
Species Demigoddess
Family Saunders
Children of Iris
Nationality Irish
Relationship Status Single
Orientation Questioning
Hair color Blonde
Eye Color Blue
Height 5' 10
Affiliation
Weapons Brass Knuckles/Karambit

I'm Destiny June Saunders, I'm an American-born Irish demigoddess. I'm a child of Iris, one of many uterine siblings.

Personality

I'm is boldness, brains, fun and flirtation all rolled into one attractive package. I'm a giggler, the excitable sort of person who's always got a trick up their sleeve. The touchy-feely one who wants a hug or to hold hands. I'm affectionate and I'm not shy about it either. Everyone gets kisses unless they don't want them. Everyone gets hugs to unless they want kisses instead. I'm not a slut-whore with no morals I'm friendly and when I'm that way best to appease me.

I'm temperamental and i've got a short fuse people might not expect upon first impression. Since I'm usually bounding around tackle hugging folks or kissing people on their noses, chins, or eyelids no one ever gives much credit to the fact that this bubbly child of Iris is going to/can and will flip out. I'm exploding with positivity and charm, yes, but on those rare gloomy days I'm quite the opposite of my truer self. I can be almost as dull as the world around me fells or almost as fatal as a near death experience.


History

Kymber was a freelance photographer who didn't like being tied down to one shoot, one location, or one subject. She loved being able to pick up her camera and snap whatever inspired her. She had a lot of friends in the photography community. Some high profile friends with companies of their own. Kymber did a favor for a former flame she wanted to keep in good stead with. It was one of those too good to be true deals and all she had to do was take pictures. She was part of a team of photographers sent to shoot a surfing competition in Hawaii. Kymber had been to Hawaii more times than she could count on one hand. All of those times she had to pay for it out of pocket and occasionally ended up sleeping on the beach, which isn't a complaint. This time around everything was covered the only drawback was being forced to snap shots of the surfers themselves and the competition. She was actually going to have to pay attention. She got bored half way through that was before she found a picture of a woman she hadn't noticed until she was going to delete her picture. When she looked up Iris was still standing in the same spot enjoying the sight of a quadruple rainbow. Kymber quickly replaced the original picture with another including the meteorological phenomenon.

Being such a free spirit she left her life behind in Seattle and moved to Hawaii to be with Iris. It was a whim thing she wasn't prepared for but she wasn't going to give up this once in a lifetime chance at love. Kymber was happy with Iris, so blissfully enthralled she settled down. She still took pictures as they pleased her, but she also became a school photographer and she took part-time work to supplement her income. Iris never officially lived with Kymber but when they were together that was all that ever mattered to her. She got into a fight with Iris one day, her emotions running abnormally rampant. She felt lonely which was new to her she wanted Iris around all the time which she just couldn't do. Kymber ended the relationship but kept up every effort to see Iris whenever she could. They talked a few times with Kymber even getting the explanation she always needed. They met up less often than when she thought they were a couple. She moved back to Seattle a few months later having recently learned she was miraculously pregnant. Her family and circle of friends had all sorts of theories about why Kymber came back and about her baby daddy. She didn't ask for help from anyone. She never knew what she was doing half the time but she made the best of her situation.

I was born in Seattle to Kymber Saunders and Iris. My other mom, Iris, she came around once after I was born to leave something other than me behind. She dropped off a curious item she told my mom she'd left just for me. I don't know anything at all about my "father" because my mom has never mentioned one. She always clearly tells me I haven't got one either. This was okay when when was little, when I grew up it became a little bit more aggravating as time went on. I knew most if not all little girls and boys for that matter had a daddy. Even if they didn't know him like I didn't know mine there was one at one time dead or alive. I tried in vain to hold back my frustration with my mom for not at least admitting to that. My grandfather wasn't a big part of my mom's life because he walked out on my grandmother. My mom had a problem with that and wouldn't allow me to see him. He still sent me cards and things through my grandmother which was our secret. I had to find out on my own that this man wasn't someone that she be involved with us. He broke my heart a few times promising me one thing and then doing something completely different.

There was finally a man around when I still a tiny little thing. Although I don't remember much about him I know that my mom trusted this one guy enough to let him be around us. With little to go on from my own recollection I've relied on what I've heard from my mom and her mother. When he left just as abruptly as he came things went back to normal for the rest of us. My mom was bitter about yet another issue of abandonment. She spoon fed that same resentment to me, and I started to dislike the same people that my mom did. Those people were usually men, I was determined to keep all of them away from my mom. At 12 years old I even went so far as to physically push men who approached my mom back telling them to 'get away from us'. This too was considered okay when I was still little, when I grew up a bit it became a whole lot more violent as time went on. I started kicking, biting and when I got taller I added some punching into the mix. My mom thought it her good looks that made sure none of these men ever had me taken away from her or put into a psychiatric hospital. She thought we were able to get away with the excuse that I was just a child.

It was the end of December and I was 13 when I was attacked by a monster for the first time. I wasn't home, I was at a party. It's not something I did a lot. My mom forced me and I begged her not to. I cried in the car the whole way and she still made me go. I knew something bad would happen and it did. We were playing some stupid game I didn't want to play in the backyard. They dared me to stand on the edge of property where there's no fence. They lived near the woods and this stupid dare was one they always did and quit pretty quickly when it was dark. I didn't want to be there so I should've quit. I didn't like them teasing me so I decided to set and then break my own record. I would've done it too if that dog hadn't come alone. There was only one other person there who saw it, Landon. If it weren't for him it probably would've gotten me. He chucked a spear right by me and the next thing I knew he'd given me dagger and we were both driving that thing off. We made up some story about rabies and left.

The dagger ended up being mine to keep and I needed it. I didn't tell my mom anything about it. I did tell my grandmother. Not until after I'd been in a few more scuffles. More dogs with too many heads. Some horses that could breath fire, a couple types of insects that were way bigger than they should be. The one thing all these monsters had in common is that they were always coming for me. They found me most often when I was with Landon, but they got to me when I was alone too. Telling my grandmother the bit about the boy, that was a mistake. She ended up telling my mother once I'd mentioned all the fights I'd gotten into. The only thing she could focus on was the boy. It was grandmother that had to remind her about the box. The box I'd seen sitting at the top of her closet and too far out of reach the majority of my life. It was mine. Inside it was the Knucklebuster she didn't want me to have. She felt differently when she got hear about how I actually needed to use it. It transformed from pointed brass knuckles to Karambit and I used that curved knife to tear a hole in the wing of a Harpie.


Tourmaline Shinoda

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Tourmaline Shinoda
Daughter of Palaemon

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Gender Female
Species Demigoddess
Family Shinoda
Children of Palaemon
Nationality South African
Relationship Status Single
Orientation Greysexual · Aromantic
Hair color Brown
Eye Color Green
Height 5' 10
Affiliation
Weapons Double-edged serrated/plain blade

My name is Tourmaline Miyu Shinoda, I am a South African-Japanese demigoddess. I am a child of Palaemon, one of many agnate siblings.

Personality

I am honest to a fault. I might say something the nice way when I would have been more bold about but I will never say anything that she I do not mean.

History

Dr. Miyako Shinoda is an outreach program director for the KwaZulu-Natal Sharks Board Maritime Centre of Excellence (KZNSB). She used to do a presentation at schools or venues of a 45 minute shark dissection on request. It gave her audience the opportunity to touch and feel the skin and teeth of this creature. Miyako hadn't done many presentations following an incident when a misinformed animal protester accosted her. She wasn't hurt physically although she did feel that her reputation suffered. She took time off work and went back to her roots. Her mother had been a Marine Biologist and her father had spent most of his life in the South African Navy. When they had time together as a family, which was rare, they took Miyako to uShaka Marine World. Her father would terrify her on a shark cage dive. She always hid behind her mother until she was older and realized the cage was what kept him safe. When she finally got over her unwarranted fear she started going on those cage dives. It was at the same seafront aquarium she used to go snorkeling at and made precious memories of her mother and father that she met Palaemon.

Her work became second to the relationship she wanted to have with Palaemon. She had fallen deeply in love with him in a short amount of time. He seemed to determined to renew her spirit. In the sense that it would get her back to work. She doesn't recall him being affectionate or even showing that he was interesting in her romantically until she resumed her usual work schedule. She remembers him coming to visit her while she was working, something he did often. She may not have been performing dissections any more but she did become a more hands on mentor thanks to Palaemon. When she found herself again their relationship became what she wanted. She thought he would marry her, she thought they would be together forever. She's always going to regret that things didn't work out that way for them. She'll always fear that it was her who drove him away. Palaemon left before Miyako found out she was pregnant. She thought the stress of him leaving her was what caused to suddenly begin feeling so it. A doctor informed her that she was with child.

I was born in Umhlanga to Miyako Shinoda and Palaemon. I had a father for a little while, at least that is what I thought. I grew up hearing stories about when I was very little my father wore me on his chest. I would be in a cute little baby sling as he walked with me through the nature reserves at the Burman Bush, Umhlanga Lagoon and Beachwood Mangrove Nature Reserve. The older I got the less I believed the stories when I went to these places for myself. I never told my mother that. We were both happy to believe the lie. My mother on very special occasions took me to the Japanese Gardens in Durban when I was young. It is there memories that I remembers that I tie to the stories of my father that I heard all of my life. At the age of 13 I had already been to four different primary schools all of which I was expelled from. I was getting into more and more trouble for fighting. I was diagnosed with IED an impulse-control disorder known as Intermittent explosive disorder. There were few schools left that would accept me. I was accepted into one close by thanks to a friend of a friend of my mother. I had the same problems there but with my diagnoses more widely known about know precautions were taken.

I started having even more trouble in my new school although it was no longer with other students. Most of the monster attacks I experienced happened while I was at school. Little did I know that friend of a friend of my mother was in disguise. He was behind the Stymphalian Birds when I was 13, the Fire-Breathing Horses when I was 14, the Giant Scorpions when I was 15 and the Hellhounds when I was 16. I would have never survived these attacks alone. I did not have a weapon and I did not know how to fight. I was messing around with an air horn when the birds came along. The second time around with those horses a small group of kids I recognized from school stepped in. One of them even gave me a knife, I was not even asked to give it back. I trained with them when they explained to me that they were children of gods and I was one too. They told me about the camp they were trying to find a way to. I told them I couldn't leave. I sometimes regret that choice. In my purest moments I wonder if my mother would still be alive if I had the courage to leave her behind instead of making the mistaking of being too scared to leave her side. The Myrmeke attack the killed my mother was the catalyst for my change of heart. I threw everything I loved in a bag and tracked down the group demanding they take me to camp with them.

Milo Vrioni

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Milo Vrioni
Son of Acheron

My name is Milo Vrioni, I am a Romanian Demi Titan. I am a child of Acheron, one of many agnate siblings.

Personality

I've got one of those irritatingly sarcastic senses of humor. I'm going to say all of the stupid little things people might think and never say because of how other people react. I don't care. If I know it's a dumb remark it's even more likely that I'll say it. I'll be honest, sometimes I'm being manipulative and having a little fun. I want to go as far as I can to see who comes along for the ride.

History

Jehona Vrioni was a lifetime student. She always loved to learn about anything she could read or anything she could be taught directly from someone one or by watching it herself.

Unfortunately Jehona came from a poor family that didn't value education as highly as she did. She wasn't even allowed to finish school, they almost wouldn't let her get her GED. Her mother and father pulled her out of high school so that she could help them work and make money for the family. She never let the responsibility that her parents thrust upon her young shoulders stop her from achieving her own goals.

Jehona has worked in a restaurant since she was about 12 years old. She's never stopped putting in hours working her way up the family business food chain, but she also took classes of all kinds in her spare time. She didn't focus solely on cooking, finance, business management, or hospitality either. She studied whatever she wanted when she was able to save enough of her money to afford the next available class.

To the people around her Jehona's choices seemed erratic and purposeless. It didn't matter what was offered, wherever the class was no matter how far she had to go, she went. What she learned from her various courses was always worth the trouble she got from her parents for wasting money, or from her friends for wasting her time.

Eeva-Liisa Laine (On Hold)

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Eeva-Liisa Laine
Daughter of Cybele

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Gender Female
Species Demigoddess
Family Laine
Children of Cybele
Nationality Finnish
Relationship Status Single
Orientation Homosexual · Biromantic
Hair color Brown
Eye Color Blue
Height 5' 9
Affiliation
Weapons Throwing Knives
Machete

My name is Eeva-Liisa Dagmar Laine, I'm a Finnish demigoddess. I'm a child of Cybele, one of many uterine siblings.

Personality

I'm strongly opinionated and I always know exactly what I wants. I can be terse and I like to don't hold lengthy conversations with people unless I've been forced to do so and not without great effort. I quickly learned what it takes to make a good impression is self-confidence. My father has the opposite belief and it was his failures I made an example out of. I'm a survivor and my father taught me to be prepared for everything. But, of course, I also know how to act like a lady as well.

I loves to obsess over certain things related my plant and animals friends. At times I'll even make up elaborate and detailed stories for where they've been or what they've were up to since I've talked to them them last. I can seem distant to others, and I might be. But I'm friendly and sociable with plants and animals. Trust is a hard to gain for me as I don't care much for people. I can also be thoughtful and loving to anyone who can prove they deserve it.

History

Julius was a Consultant for an Engineering company measuring air pollution and air quality. He started in his field of work young with an interest in chemistry and biology. His devotion led to him training to become a certified Industrial Hygienist where he was eager to demonstrate his knowledge of chemical, physical, biological and ergonomic stressors. He traveled to numerous countries visiting cities with the world’s worst air quality on a regular basis. He loved nothing more than doing field research and sharing his findings with partners who were higher up in the company. He should have been the VP if he was more materialistic he could have been President, due to his desire to have the freedom he was so satisfied with in his job he never went above being a Consultant. He had it planned since he was a boy the long trip which would have him away from home the better part of the year. Lagos, Nigeria, Delhi, Beijing, Karachi, Pakistan and Los Angeles were all of the stops he was going to make. The analysis of his could aid scientists determining air quality.

His deep desire to spend so much time in places that would make it difficult to keep in contact worried the partners Julius made at work who he helped rise above him. They could never have kept or earned the positions they attained on their own merit. With him proposing to spend so much time out of the office and in effect out of commission to them they sprang into action. Julius was determined to cease ties and quit working with the company. His value being recognized six employed banded together to support his proposal. He was given the leave the he wanted with a strict requirement to give periodic updates. Knowing it would be difficult for him to keep them updates as often as they wanted from his specific locations he agreed. Julius kept running into Cybele was he was at the airport. He helped her with her bags as she got out of a car. He crashed into her in line while removing their heavy coats. He stood behind her while waiting to pay for his airport snacks. He had yet to leave the Helsinki-Vantaa Airport when he began speaking this woman who he seemed to share his passion with. She briefly showed him there was more to life than work while they were on the plane together. She inducted him into the mile high club. When the plan landed and everyone was disembarking he tried to set up a time and place to met her unfortunately she slipped out of his sight before he could.

I was born in The Mountains of Anatolia to Julius Laine and Cybele. My dad struggled to raise me alone. Cybele returned once when I was still an infant to explain that I would not be safe for long in the mortal world. She left again leaving two items she made my dad promise to give to me by the time she was twelve. I was raised by a single father never living in one country for more than a handful of years until I was fifteen. I started my life in Finland in my dad's childhood home. By the time I was five she lived in Sweden. At ten my dad moved us to Denmark before we stopped all the moving and finally settled into a nice home in the United States. I don't remember much about Finland or Sweden and I barely remember much about Denmark. All of my greatest memories were made in San Francisco. I was always fond of plants because of the way my dad explained to me what his work is. Instead of telling me he studied the air, which he did once and it didn't go over well, he told me he was saving the planet. I believed that the second it left his lips and made it a habit of telling people my daddy was a superhero.

Early on when he was still alive and more interested in dedicating his time to his daughter than to his work my dad took me to state parks. Calaveras Big Trees State Park and Redwood National and State Parks. He knew I was going to love seeing those trees and he wanted me to be in a good mood when he delivered the bad news. Hiking through back country along the trails was the only time he felt like he had ever seen true joy on my face in all my 10 years of life. He told me so. He always felt like he was a disappointment to me with his work schedule. He wanted to make it up to me and they camped out in the park for a week, I was so shocked by the long stay that the horseback riding and mountain biking didn't compare to being surrounded by nature with my daddy. I'd forgotten all about how much fun we'd when my dad gave me yet another surprise. He took me to see the giant sequoia's I'd always talked about and my favorite among them The Tunnel Tree. It would have been the happiest day of my life if it didn't end with me finding out her father had developed fatal heart and lung problems.

After my dad was placed in hospice I was taken in by family friends in Maine. My dad refused to allow her to go into foster care or an orphanage. He knew the truth about me, that I was the daughter of Cybele and he never breathed a word of it. When I left he instructed my guardians; his college friends Indiana and and Kasey to bring the two boxes in the safe in our home with us. My dad was grateful that he had such good friends. He knew they had done what he asked of them when I came back to visit for my 12 birthday and rambled on, as children do, about how me and a boy I'd never met before destroyed an acid spraying ant (Myrmekes) he wrote it off as my imagination. When my stories about pigeon-like birds (Stymphalian Birds) and a two headed German Shepherd (Orthrus) came with much greater detail than I should be able to give him he finally asked me if my stories were real. I asked him what else they would be. Following two more encounters before I turned 17 with Fire-Breathing Horses and Giant Scorpions I was found by a satyr. After he explained to me how he found me and what that meant for me I had one tearful goodbye with my dad before leaving a letter with my guardians and making way for camp.


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