Post by Rhyssen Devereaux on Nov 7, 2010 14:21:49 GMT -5
Sing For Absolution¡¿
“what is your name?’
{AZA}... for we are many {FIFTEEN}.’
“summoning the old man{PM AND EMAIL, PM ME FOR MY EMAIL!} takes{NONE}.’
“hell is any placeon earth over a matter of years{ONE}.'
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew
Nickname:; Rhys, "Hey! You!", "Kid with the face!", Rhy, Devereaux, etc.
Age:; Sixteen
Placement in the World:; Demigod
Gender:; Male
Sexuality:; Heterosexual
Gifts:;
School Year:; Junior
GODLY parent:; Poseidon
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
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Hair Color:; Dirty blonde with bright golden blonde highlights from overexposure to the sun
Eye Color:; Blue
Height:; 6 feet
Tattoos & Piercings:; None
Overall:;
Rhyssen has the permanent look of someone who's up to something. Always with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and the prospect that he's about to land himself in quite a bit of trouble. He has shockingly blue eyes, lighter in the morning and midday then they are at night. When he's extremely tired, or extremely emotional about something they'll often go a darker blue. But its barely noticeable. His dark-ish dirty blonde is usually cropped short and clean.
He's got a lean athletic build, not overly muscular because he isn't obsessed with being the biggest guy out there, just lean enough to get most guys to back off. Despite that fact that he's not built exactly like a brick wall, he's quite tall. Precisely 6'0" to be exact. Rhyssen is lean, making him fast and quick to move, which comes in handy when he plays sports like basketball or soccer. Normally Rhyssen wears casual, and comfortable clothing. You can usually catch Rhyssen wearing a worn out t-shirt and jeans.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die [/font][/i]
- Water, basically anything that has to do with water i.e. swimming, surfing, streams, etc.
- Horses
- Black and white films
- Having fun
- Adventures
- Soccer
- Lacrosse
- Honesty
- Good debates and arguments
Dislikes:;
- Being told what to do
- When it's too hot to do anything
- Deserts and any other place that lacks water
- Girls who dumb themselves down in an attempt to impress people
- Anyone who messes with his friends and family
- Too many rules
- Rap music
- People who cut him off
- Unnecessary fights
Desires:;
- To be able to look back and know that he made an impact on the world (as cheesy as it sounds)
- To be able to master his powers
- To meet his father
Fears:;
- To lose control of himself or his powers
- To lose someone close to him
- Dying without accomplishing anything
Strengths:;
- Thinking on the fly
- Leading others
- His powers
Weaknesses:;
- People who are hurt or in need
- His baby sister, Rhiannon
- Learning other languages
Goals:;
- To graduate without regrets
- To live life to the fullest
- To know, at the end of his life, that his family and friends will all be ok
Regrets:;
- Having to leave his family behind
- Knowing that the man who taught him all his morals and ideals isn't his real father
- Not knowing anything about his actual father, except for the myths and stories told by others
Quirks:; Rhyssen has the tendency to run a hand through his hair when he is thinking.
Secrets:; None
Overall:;
Far from your average guy, Rhyssen is a guy who retains a myriad of personality traits. In fact, describing him in just a few words would be an arduous task. There is something about Rhyssen that is quite simply intriguing. He has a sort of playful yet assertive demeanor that draws people to him. However, that doesn’t go to say that Rhyssen is exactly a carefree, happy-go-lucky kind of guy.
He is a natural born leader and has a strong charisma to him that makes people believe in him no matter how ridiculous his words may sound (and trust me, his words can get a little ridiculous). Rhyssen is head strong and is decisive in his actions. When he thinks he is right, there is no changing his mind. The boy never doubts or second-guesses his actions and simply goes along with it. This can make him seem almost fearless in some situations, or just plain ignorant.
Despite possibly coming off as ignorant, Rhyssen really does care about other people. He cares about people and their emotions and feelings. Even if you're just casual acquaintances, if he senses that something is wrong he will definitely ask what the problem is; the boy just cares about others a lot.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew[/font][/i]
Parents:;
- Cassandra Amelia Deveraux, forty-five, mother
- Poseidon, immortal, true father
- Samuel Ervine Devereaux, forty-five, the person Rhyssen considers his true father
Siblings:;
- Rhiannon Michelle Devereaux, thirteen, half-sister
Martial Status:; Single
Overall History:;
Rhyssen Christopher Devereaux was born on a crisp September morning to Cassandra Amelia Devereaux and, unbeknown t0 him at the time, Poseidon. Unknown in the sense that his mother never took it upon herself to inform Rhyssen of his true parentage throughout the majority of his childhood; and what a lively childhood it was. The young boy had always been the apple in his family's eye. He was always the one up for adventure, always the first of his peers to sign up to be the line leader or the classroom monitor.
He never once questioned his parentage; never for the briefest moment did he blink when others told him that he looked nothing like his father, Samuel Ervine Devereaux. Comments of that nature never struck Rhyssen and he defended blindly his mother's loyalty to his father. Oh how wrong one person could be.
It was a Saturday and Rhyssen, being only nine at the time, had taken it upon himself to drag Rhiannon and his father with him to the local beach. Now, he hadn't been expecting anything to happen; he wasn't expecting to control the water in his tiny hands. Before he could even understand what was happening, the small cup of water was bending in his hands and Rhyssen smiled in surprise. His father, on the other hand, gave the boy a sad smile and ruffled Rhyssen's hair.
Like the questions about his father, Rhyssen never asked why; the boy just went with it. He never wondered why these powers manifested, he just used them to the best of his abilities. However, Rhyssen used them under the watchful supervision of his family. According to his mother, who looked as if a ghost had come back to haunt her, he was not allowed to use his powers in front of others. So he trained and entertained his baby sister with what he could do.
As middle school began winding its way to the end, Rhyssen received a letter of acceptance into Athenata University. The letter had come as a shock to him, for it claimed that he came from godly parentage and was a place for those who shared his abilities. It was this time that he went to his parents for answers and they complied. He learned what only reinforced everyones' comments before, his father, the man who had taught him the right ideals and morals, wasn't truly his father. Poseidon, Greek god of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and horses was his father. One would have been excited no? Not Rhyssen. Rhyssen, who had never met the god, who had never even spoke or heard from him, was not thrilled. He didn't like to consider this fact, yet grudgingly agreed, by his mother's wishes, to attend Athenata University. And so awaits his next adventure.
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falling from your grace
FIN[/font][/i]
Blood red. Blood red. Blood red. The color was everywhere, encompassing the small space until it could no more. The cold stone flooring seemed to cry out, stained with the blood of all the innocent. At least, that's how it appeared to the rather small figure, who seemed to be subconciously moving closer to the exit with each passing minute. Emerald eyes scanning the blood red flooring of an unnamed, yet obviously esteemed member of the Night World Council's office, Serenity Mariana Riley sucked in her breath. It had already come to this? Her latest mission was to lead others astray? "Y-You want me to do what?" She inquired, standing inches away from a rather intimidating Lamia Vampire. Her voice came out as merely a whisper and she forced herself to blink, trying to take in all the words that had just been spoken to her. "Are you trying to appear funny Serenity dear? You know what I asked, now go and do it." He said in a voice that made her shrink back in fear of the punishment she knew would come if she didn't do as he said. Taking the statement as a sign of dismissal, Serenity merely nodded her head and exited. Purposely, she avoided making eye contact with the others in the Council building. Would they recognize the guilt on her face? The shame she felt, for being this? She was a monster. She destroyed the lives of others. Why? All because she didn't know quite to do with herself. And for that moment in time, she thought back to Cameron, Helga, and Connor Riley - her deceased family. She pictured their warm inviting smiles and the sound of their laughter mixing in the with surrounding noises. Serenity knew that if Cameron was in her place, he'd do what was right, not what was expected. He wouldn't stand for any of this. Would he be disappointed in her? Would they all be disappointed in her choices? Biting her lower lip, she shoved the thoughts down to the deepest parts of her mind. Serenity knew the answer; she knew it all too well. Picking up her pace, her small figure made its' way out of the cold, ominous Council building and onto the streets.
"Miss, we're here. Rachel Carson High School." A hoarse voice announced, awaking Serenity up from her trance like state after recalling the events two days prior. Scanning her surroundings, she gave the cab driver a shy smile. "Thank you." Taking the initiative and not wanting the driver to partake unnecessary labor, she unlocked the lock of the cab's door with a click and made her way out. Unlike in Las Vegas, the sky was a soft greyish blue, cool and comforting, the clouds seemingly seamless, like a well-worn blanket that had long since faded from its original colors. Birds twittered here and there, perched high in their trees, occasionally bursting into song, as Serenity watched. She silently wished that she could stand there in midst of it all forever, never having to bend under the will of the Council. However, her thoughts were interrupted as her cell phone vibrated. Careful not to attract too much attention from the now leaving students, Serenity stepped to the side as she picked up. "Serenity! Where the fuck are you and why is this taking so long?" Rhiannon Holloway's smooth, velvet voice rang in her ear and she flinched. She could be quite scary, even over the phone. "Erm, I-I just got here. There was a flight delay and. . ." She heard Rhiannon's exasperated sigh over the line. "Listen Serenity, just get the job done and come back. Seriously, all you freaking need to do is make sure the Crowehaven Coven is IN LINE, convince some of the happy go lucky members to pledge their loyalty to us, and spy on them for a couple of days." Serenity listened obediently, knowing full well that Rhiannon would hang up in due time. The red haired hybrid never seemed to stay on the phone very long anyway. "Oh. And don't forget to bring back the traitors so that we can tort--I mean, so we can personally convince them to stay true to their people." Just as she was about to respond to Rhiannon's statement, she heard the line go dead and she frowned. Serenity prayed that the Crowehaven Coven was in line, so she just be able to leave them in peace. Although, the sooner that she got done with this mission, the sooner she'd be forced to come back to the Council. She nearly flinched at the thought of having to come back and face the Council. She'd see their faces, empty of any compassion. They would stand before her, full of arrogance and spite and they'd find pleasure in the thought of being able to torture those against the Night World. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way towards Crowehaven road, following the instructions sent to her by Rhiannon.
Serenity glanced at the street signs that loomed above her. Ever since that incident so many years ago, she never quite regained her sense of direction. When that bag had been placed over her head, her sense of sight and hearing muffled, it seemed to have affected her sense of direction and she soon found herself a bit lost. As she stared at the directions in her hand, Serenity was contemplating whether or not she should go into the school and ask for directions. Or perhaps even, go inside the school and look for some of the teens who belonged in the coven. Her deep concentration was interrupted; however, when a mix of voices made her look up in surprise. The voices seemed so harsh among the expected murmurs and shouts of students who were happily enjoying the end of the school day. The owners of these voices, all male jocks, were plotting. While Serenity wouldn't normally take an interest in whatever they had to say, she overheard the words Devlin, freak, and Crowehaven. Silently listening to their conversation, she determined that Devlin must be a part of the Crowehaven coven, or at least live nearby; near enough that she would be able to, on the off chance that he wasn't a witch, find the actual Crowehaven witches. She watched as they got into their car and sped off. Minutes later, she inconspicuously followed them. She followed them all the way to Bridgewood and as she did so, she noted a figure in the distance. Before she even realized what was occurring, the jocks' car had been abandoned and its' passengers were now in mad dash to catch the retreating figure from before. For whatever reason, she ran after them. It didn't take long to catch up to them, what with her supernatural abilities, yet what happened next shocked her enough so that she froze in place.
They were beating up the figure: a male witch. She knew he was supernatural, his sense of smell gave him away. She knew that this boy, Devlin she assumed, was a witch. He had power. She knew he would have been able to fight these jocks back if he wished to. But he didn't. He took their beating. Serenity almost couldn't breathe as she watched. Every time someone made contact with his body, she wanted to scream. The words never came though. All she did was stand and watch. It was killing her to see the violence. It seemed to never end and all she did was watch. Serenity couldn't explain it, but she felt such a pull towards this boy, but she couldn't lose her cover. Shutting her eyes, she tried her best to stay in place. The minutes tracked on like hours until it ended. When the ending finally came, she felt like a weight was pulled off her back. Forgetting her mission for a moment, she decided that she needed to follow him. Somewhere inside her needed assurance that he would be ok. Serenity silently followed until he passed through the doors of what appeared to be a dusty old bookstore. At this, she stopped in her tracks. All the details of her mission were quickly brought back to her mind. There was another presence in the bookstore. If she were to somehow reveal herself to him in front of another individual, human at that, things would go awry. So she waited, hiding in the shadows nearby the store. She waited until the hulking figure of an old man walked a good ten feet from the bookstore and then made her move. Footsteps gently making contact with the pavement, she pushed open the door. The door announced her arrival with a chime of a bell and she looked forward into eyes that seemed to captivate her. "Forgot some-Oh. . ." The words escaped his lips and Serenity came to the conclusion that he had assumed anyone but herself was going to walk through the door. Becoming noticeably self conscious as he stared at her with his mouth open, she momentarily looked away, only to notice that he winced. "C-Could I help you?" She heard him, yet she ignored his question. Concern being the most dominant emotion on her features, she took a step towards him and extended her hand. "Does it hurt a lot?" She frowned and placed her hand gently on his cheek. As she did so, she felt an almost electric current rush through her and her eyes widened in surprise. Letting her hand fall to her side, she blushed. "Uhm. . .I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so straightforward. That was out of place. . ."
"Miss, we're here. Rachel Carson High School." A hoarse voice announced, awaking Serenity up from her trance like state after recalling the events two days prior. Scanning her surroundings, she gave the cab driver a shy smile. "Thank you." Taking the initiative and not wanting the driver to partake unnecessary labor, she unlocked the lock of the cab's door with a click and made her way out. Unlike in Las Vegas, the sky was a soft greyish blue, cool and comforting, the clouds seemingly seamless, like a well-worn blanket that had long since faded from its original colors. Birds twittered here and there, perched high in their trees, occasionally bursting into song, as Serenity watched. She silently wished that she could stand there in midst of it all forever, never having to bend under the will of the Council. However, her thoughts were interrupted as her cell phone vibrated. Careful not to attract too much attention from the now leaving students, Serenity stepped to the side as she picked up. "Serenity! Where the fuck are you and why is this taking so long?" Rhiannon Holloway's smooth, velvet voice rang in her ear and she flinched. She could be quite scary, even over the phone. "Erm, I-I just got here. There was a flight delay and. . ." She heard Rhiannon's exasperated sigh over the line. "Listen Serenity, just get the job done and come back. Seriously, all you freaking need to do is make sure the Crowehaven Coven is IN LINE, convince some of the happy go lucky members to pledge their loyalty to us, and spy on them for a couple of days." Serenity listened obediently, knowing full well that Rhiannon would hang up in due time. The red haired hybrid never seemed to stay on the phone very long anyway. "Oh. And don't forget to bring back the traitors so that we can tort--I mean, so we can personally convince them to stay true to their people." Just as she was about to respond to Rhiannon's statement, she heard the line go dead and she frowned. Serenity prayed that the Crowehaven Coven was in line, so she just be able to leave them in peace. Although, the sooner that she got done with this mission, the sooner she'd be forced to come back to the Council. She nearly flinched at the thought of having to come back and face the Council. She'd see their faces, empty of any compassion. They would stand before her, full of arrogance and spite and they'd find pleasure in the thought of being able to torture those against the Night World. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way towards Crowehaven road, following the instructions sent to her by Rhiannon.
Serenity glanced at the street signs that loomed above her. Ever since that incident so many years ago, she never quite regained her sense of direction. When that bag had been placed over her head, her sense of sight and hearing muffled, it seemed to have affected her sense of direction and she soon found herself a bit lost. As she stared at the directions in her hand, Serenity was contemplating whether or not she should go into the school and ask for directions. Or perhaps even, go inside the school and look for some of the teens who belonged in the coven. Her deep concentration was interrupted; however, when a mix of voices made her look up in surprise. The voices seemed so harsh among the expected murmurs and shouts of students who were happily enjoying the end of the school day. The owners of these voices, all male jocks, were plotting. While Serenity wouldn't normally take an interest in whatever they had to say, she overheard the words Devlin, freak, and Crowehaven. Silently listening to their conversation, she determined that Devlin must be a part of the Crowehaven coven, or at least live nearby; near enough that she would be able to, on the off chance that he wasn't a witch, find the actual Crowehaven witches. She watched as they got into their car and sped off. Minutes later, she inconspicuously followed them. She followed them all the way to Bridgewood and as she did so, she noted a figure in the distance. Before she even realized what was occurring, the jocks' car had been abandoned and its' passengers were now in mad dash to catch the retreating figure from before. For whatever reason, she ran after them. It didn't take long to catch up to them, what with her supernatural abilities, yet what happened next shocked her enough so that she froze in place.
They were beating up the figure: a male witch. She knew he was supernatural, his sense of smell gave him away. She knew that this boy, Devlin she assumed, was a witch. He had power. She knew he would have been able to fight these jocks back if he wished to. But he didn't. He took their beating. Serenity almost couldn't breathe as she watched. Every time someone made contact with his body, she wanted to scream. The words never came though. All she did was stand and watch. It was killing her to see the violence. It seemed to never end and all she did was watch. Serenity couldn't explain it, but she felt such a pull towards this boy, but she couldn't lose her cover. Shutting her eyes, she tried her best to stay in place. The minutes tracked on like hours until it ended. When the ending finally came, she felt like a weight was pulled off her back. Forgetting her mission for a moment, she decided that she needed to follow him. Somewhere inside her needed assurance that he would be ok. Serenity silently followed until he passed through the doors of what appeared to be a dusty old bookstore. At this, she stopped in her tracks. All the details of her mission were quickly brought back to her mind. There was another presence in the bookstore. If she were to somehow reveal herself to him in front of another individual, human at that, things would go awry. So she waited, hiding in the shadows nearby the store. She waited until the hulking figure of an old man walked a good ten feet from the bookstore and then made her move. Footsteps gently making contact with the pavement, she pushed open the door. The door announced her arrival with a chime of a bell and she looked forward into eyes that seemed to captivate her. "Forgot some-Oh. . ." The words escaped his lips and Serenity came to the conclusion that he had assumed anyone but herself was going to walk through the door. Becoming noticeably self conscious as he stared at her with his mouth open, she momentarily looked away, only to notice that he winced. "C-Could I help you?" She heard him, yet she ignored his question. Concern being the most dominant emotion on her features, she took a step towards him and extended her hand. "Does it hurt a lot?" She frowned and placed her hand gently on his cheek. As she did so, she felt an almost electric current rush through her and her eyes widened in surprise. Letting her hand fall to her side, she blushed. "Uhm. . .I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so straightforward. That was out of place. . ."
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