Lighty's Collection of Stuff

Name: Mareanna ("Mare") Adeline Eustoma
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code and Scent: F9B9CD (light pink), cherry blossoms
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: Cherry Blossom branches and flowers on her ankle, going up her left leg a bit
Ability: Mimics powers (while in another Theia's presence, Mare can use their power at a basic level)
Role: Constantine Member
Family: Zander Eustoma (father), Annette Eustoma (mother), Lisianthus Eustoma Constantine (sister)

A bit shy, almost skittish, a quiet presence in the room, Mare isn't one to speak up about her thoughts. Even-tempered, ever polite, soft-spoken... Mare is all this. She's pretty enough (in an almost childish way), more likely to be called cute than beautiful, with long platinum blonde hair and big green eyes. Slender, delicate, almost breakable in appearance, Mare isn't intimidating in the slightest. She takes after her mother in that way. Still, Mare knows her way around guns, because she's been around them since she was small. On the run from the Venatium, the entire family had to be sensible and wary, traits that Mare picked up easily. How could she not? It was all she had known. Mare could find out which rumors were true and which were false with ease, knew how to prodd and when to push for more information, knew how to pick locks and how to hide, how to blend into the crowd. Mare also knew which forks to use and in what order, could recite the proper placement of silverware on an empty plate to be polite or to ask for more food, and knew the names and history of all the Families (though she questioned why for years... after all, the Families had nothing to do with the Eustomas, as far as young Mare knew). She could list the ways of proper behavior. Things such as: how to fold one's hands at the dinner table when not eating, how to properly respond to flowers from a gentleman caller, how to write out proper invitations to a formal dinner. It was tiring, draining, but everyone assured Mare that it was necessary, though for what, no one would ever clarify. The joy in Mare's life came from music. She loved her King David Harp and her flute. She would practice her scales and finger placement over and over, improving as much as possible. Mare loved playing her instruments, because her mother and father would sometimes sing and Lisi would dance, and it was wonderful. It was a way to express herself. Composing music, playing music, just listening to music were all things Mare enjoyed. Mare also loved her books about dragons, elves, faeries... things that she could daydream about. Then came the decision to head back to the city where the Eustoma family was originally from. Three months after Mare's twelfth birthday, the Eustoma family returned to Fallowdell. Mare couldn't recall the city, that's how young she had been when they left. It was large, frightening, so very different from what Mare knew. And then Brent was courting Lisi, and Zander and Annette Eustoma were busy, busy, always doing something for the Constantines, and Mare was on her own, with her music and her books. Unknowing how to relate to other children her age, Mare composed music and threw her heart and soul into it. She never cried, not when her mother was gone on her thirteenth birthday, or when her father missed that Christmas. Mare's steps never faltered, her breaths never hitched, no tears ever fell. Not when Lisi was married, not when her father was killed on a mission, not when her mother fell sick. Mare was a Eustoma, and Eustomas weren't to wear their hearts on their sleeves.

Name: Cecily Genevieve Hawthorne
Age: 17
Aura Color Code and Scent: 6AFB92 (Dragon Green), tropical fruit
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: Dying dandelion flower on her back, the fluff blowing away and turning into birds as it goes up to her neck and shoulders.
Ability: Sensing emotions of people nearby and absorbing them
Family: Hawthorne
Kin: Eddard Hawthorne (father), Mion Hawthorne (mother), Niall Hawthorne (brother), Easter Hawthorne (brother), Carmen and Galaxy Hawthorne (sisters)

Cecily is nothing like her siblings. Her eyes may be tawny gold like Carmen’s, her hair inky black like Easter’s, but she isn’t like them. She’s soft, laughingly so, and so sensitive. Cecily’s a shame on the family’s name. It’s why she was sent away as a child. No, it wasn’t just to learn to control her powers as people were told, it was to get her away from the bloodshed and the family tension in hopes of saving her sanity. It was the last order the former Hawthorne Godfather gave before his death and it was at her mother’s urging. Cecily’s powers were always there, but the first time she could recall them was around her second birthday. Easter had pushed Carmen rather violently, and as Carmen’s fear spiked Cecily took it into herself. She wasn’t even aware of what she did, but suddenly Carman shoved back fearlessly and Cecily screamed in fright. She had thought that Carmen and Easter had been playing but now she was scared. Carmen comforted Cecily and it wasn’t long before their parents figured it out. Cecily struggled to control her powers. She could read the emotions of anyone within seven feet, but when it came to the people she was close too, well, she could feel their emotions up to ten feet away. It was Easter who caused her to be sent away in the end. Cecily felt his anger and hate always and it affected her mind. Cecily would go into trances of numbness to avoid feeling the negative emotions, but slowly her sanity slipped away. The borders between reality, emotional takeovers, and numbness blurred and Cecily was crashing. Her parents sent her away two days before her father was killed. It was a good thing, for if she had stayed it was likely that Cecily would have broke under the emotional pressure. School was good for Cecily Hawthorne. She learned a lot, became stronger -both mentally and physically- and learned to better control her power. Everything about Cecily changed for the better. Everything, that is, except her sensitivity to violence. Cecily feels guilty about accidentally hurting anyone. She has a weak stomach for blood and gore. And she knows, she always has known, that she is different from her family, different and strange and wrong. Cecily doesn't fit in. She never has, but now it feels like her differences are more evident than ever, because her siblings are all cold, all hateful, and while Cecily has grown up, so have her siblings, and they've all grown apart. And Cecily doesn't know what to do now that she’s back with them.

Name: Six ("Acrisius")
Age: 19
Aura Code: #97D4FF
Aura Scent: Blueberry Muffins
Power: Energy/Aura object creation/Manipulation
Tattoo: Number '6' on the inside of his right wrist.
Kin: Six (Twin)

Acrisius is Six. Ice cold, reserved, nearly the opposite of his twin, Five (also more commonly known as Proteus), in personality. He’s more quiet, more defensive, as opposed to his twin, Proteus, who is more wild and reckless. Proteus is more arrogant, believing himself to be better than the others, more cocky and more likely to fight with the others. Acrisius restrains him. Sometimes with words, sometimes physically, sometimes with their powers, for that gives Proteus a distraction and a way for the other person to leave with their body intact. Besides their personalities being separate, they are alike. They hold themselves the same way (strong, almost arrogant, somewhat aloof), they walk the same way (as if they always have somewhere important to be), and one has never beat the other at any mind games or strategy games. They have the exact same aura (ice blue) and the same scent (blueberry muffins) and their powers do not differ at all. Solidifying the energy in the air and using that energy to create weapons or shields, Acrisius and Proteus can both be deadly with their powers. They can form the energy into bridges or steps, make cups or plates that hold drinks and food, and they get creative with it. Acrisius has created energy cages to trap enemies and he’s choked a man to death with a ring of solid energy around his neck that got smaller and smaller. Acrisius is best at defensive maneuvers though, despite his powers being capable for more offensive techniques. Acrisius likes shields, cages, and he loves the terror on an enemy’s face when they are trapped in a box or their actions are deflected by his shield. Terror on their faces as their demise approaches in shades of blue. Ironic really, for blue symbolizes the sky and seas, both endless and peaceful, and blue is seen as the safest and most calm of all colors. Ironic, because the blue that defines Acrisius and Proteus is not peaceful, safe, or calm. They have blue hair, blue eyes, and their signature clothing color is blue. Blue, the opposite color of red, to counter the blood on their hands. And it isn’t like they ever had a choice in the matter. Fighting, training, killing, always doing something cruel… that was their life. Proteus (who would draw out the victim’s cries of pain) and Acrisius (who was cold and precise) were a good team. Fighting is a sixth sense with them. They can almost ‘see’ where the other twin is, what the other twin sees, and it’s something Six and Five haven’t ever been able to explain to the others. With one always knowing where the other was moving, these twins were able to create fluid attacks with amazing defenses. They aren't rivals like some of the twins are, they simply balance each other with ease.