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Growing up on Crescent Harbor was live living in a never-ending dream. From the sunny summer days where the sun turned the sand at the beach into paths of shifting gold, to the days where it was all gray and rainy, the nights were the water looked like a blanket of ink with silver streaks running down the middle. Ty’s earliest memories were of the immense love he had for the place he called home, and for the people around him that meant the world to him. His parents. It was odd, growing up as the child of two well-known detectives, people who loved mystery and helping others, like two very curious yet merciful angels sent down to give peace to those who needed it the most. Ty, loved his parents with his entire being, wanting to be just like them when he grew up, or so he kept telling himself time and time again over the years. Their exploits became so well know that they were sometimes hired for cases from out of town, and for a while they never took those kinds of jobs, not until they felt Ty was old enough to be able to be by himself for a while. It wasn’t until he was eighteen that they agreed to go on a job that would keep them away from their son for more than just a few days. Ty figured it wouldn’t be long before they came back, his parents, his very own version of Sherlock Holmes and Watson, but weeks suddenly turned into months, and worry began to creep into the back of his mind, the boy now nervously waiting for his parents return…but they never came.

They had been found washed up on a beach in California, the place where their case had led them, and Ty had been flown over by their colleagues to identify the bodies and begin to plan out a funeral if necessary. Suddenly the beach was a place he hated, the sands would no longer just be warm under his feet, shifting between his toes as the salty air whipped at his features. No longer would he find the mesmerizing waters of the ocean, welcoming and pristine. All he could see was darkness in the water, and it kept him away from a place he used to love as a kid. Now those memories he would hold in his heart, what was left of it anyway. Ty found himself alone in the world, but his parents deaths bothered him endlessly, this case had taken their lives and it had been left unresolved. Several of their colleagues had approached them, some with words of empty comfort, some to just talk about how brave their parents were to tackle something none of them even dared to do. Only one offered to solve the case, to help put his parents’ soul at ease. Life after that was no longer serene and calm, everything became rocky and tumultuous. He became obsessed with finding out what exactly happened to his parents, find out the real reason why they never came home. So, the next few years of his life were devoted solely to this cause, learning, training himself to be like the parents he loved so much, and finally put not only their souls, but his heart at peace.

For years he worked under the tutelage of his parents’ colleague, learning under him as he took on online classes so he could get his degree. Leaving aside his dream to go to school for art, and simply use this chance at higher learning to get the skills and knowledge necessary for him to be able to crack what his parents’ left behind. It was day in and day out of researching of piecing together the pieces of a puzzle that he had never seen before. He could feel himself thinking the same way his two moms did, and for a few moments felt a sense of pride swelling up inside his chest. Which each clue uncovered he could feel himself getting closer, but it wasn’t enough to work locally, he needed to be where they had last been. Without a word to the rest of the people that knew him, he took off with their parents one colleague. 3 years away from the world that he knew, 3 years before he could return home, and it had been 3 years that it took to finally catch the one responsible for ruining all the maybes and what ifs of his life. His moms would never meet the person he would love, they would never walk him down the aisle, they would never get to meet his kids, or see him graduate, see the man that he would become. All of that was taken away, and the moment he saw the cuffs being put onto the man responsible, he felt a weight lifted off his chest. It had been one of the men that worked with them on the case, a man who believed these two women shouldn’t be allowed on the same field as he, a man who had been hurting and ruining lives, almost getting away with it as he pretended to be a concerned investigator the entire time.  A man who even as he was being put away spat unsavory remarks about Ty’s parents, and he finally showed his true colors, and after 3 years of solitude and obsessions, he could finally let go.

The car ride home felt eternal, and not even the many visages of his favorite places growing up could bring a smile. His home was not what it used to be, it was full of dust and water damage, neglect shown on every surface but that just meant he could actually put his mind to work on something. Within a week he had it back to the shape it had once been, and weirdly enough the place that hadn’t been touched by neglect had been his parents’ room, where he had put up an evidence board, tacks pinning down every picture or clue that he found about the case. He was back home, and he was a different person, now he wanted to figure out if he could go back normalcy, find his old friends, maybe even find love in a place where he never thought he’d actually find it. Ty still fears the water, but he’s found that he’s able to paint it, bring back his old passion in art and be able to sell it. Crescent Harbor would never be the same for him, and the maybes and what ifs of his life would always remain, but maybe there would be light at the end of this tunnel, as he’s found himself being playful and smiling once more. Wanting to open up an exhibit and write about the many tales of his parents exploits, including his own, so he could put that chapter of his life, to an end.

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Mutants, those who carry what is now known as the x-gene and with it comes the fact that with said mutations come extraordinary powers that set this group of people apart from the rest of society. It’s these very powers that has brought such a stigma upon mutant kind, and why it’s been so hard for them to find a place in a world that loves superheroes, but only when they come from tragic accidents. Somehow being born with powers is not okay in the eyes of the world as heroes should only acquire powers through very tragic means. So, it is with no such luck that couple of high school sweethearts were blessed with their first born, and from the moment Rory Carstairs came into this world, he was shunned by his parents. Mutations come in many shapes and forms, from bending reality entirely to having three faces, one never gets to pick and choose if they get draw on the short end of the mutation stick. Having been born with some of the features of a rabbit, he was one of the mutants who couldn’t pretend to be normal in the eyes of the people, one who would be gawked and pointed at regardless of what he did to mask his appearance.

So, Rory’s life with his parents was very short lived as they gave him up, left him at an orphanage’s doorstep as they fled, not wanting to raise a son whom they feared. Taken from the front steps of the orphanage, he was just a newborn one that they tried to conceal his mutation from others, but as the years went on and he got older, it became much harder to do so. Life wasn’t great, and as one would have it, luck would not be on Rory’s side as he was kept away from the other children, and he was never allowed to see the hopeful parents wanting to adopt a child, and take them into a forever home. He was just the burden of the orphanage, someone they did not wish to take care of, but they could feel less guilty about leaving a child out in the streets. Not that it would stop Rory from fleeing, running away into the night with nothing but a backpack with little clothing and some provisions of food. For some time, he would live in the streets, struggle and steal to get day by day, to not go hungry and starve. This was New York, not a place where the meek and weak of heart could possibly survive. This struggle would soon prove to be too much as food would be scarce and the changing world around him was not one of warmth and comfort. Rory learned to use his gifts as a means to get away, and from very young he learned that what made him different, what made him stand out, would be the first things people would notice and the first reasons why he was shunned. More than once he was chased, told he’d be placed into one of those camps that held mutant criminals, even though he was not much more than a child.

As fate would have it Rory would be rescued from the streets by another mutant, someone who told him of a place where mutants like him could live, away from the eyes of those who couldn’t bear to look at them. They were known as the morlocks and they lived in the tunnels under the city, the sewers. A community made entirely of mutants whose appearances weren’t for the faint of heart, children, adults, even elderly mutants all living together as a family. They took care of one another, and it was here that Rory learned to not be ashamed of the way he looked, that his rabbit ears and the tail in question were things he should not hide from them. Life among mutants was nice, he finally found a place in the world where he didn’t feel like such a freak, but it angered him that they had to live in squander because they were mutants who didn’t look the part, and because they didn’t fit in they couldn’t be a part of society. He spoke with the leaders, always wanting to find a way to give the morlocks more, but it was hard, they were too afraid, to sure that the way they looked had marked them for life, and he felt the same, but it didn’t mean he didn’t wish for more. For money Rory used to fight in meta human rinks, people would place bets on anybody who would join, but the catch was that they need to have physical abilities, nothing too fancy as it would be against the rules.  He did this for a while before one of the leader of the morlocks found out, and knowing the kid needed guidance called on the x-men, knowing that Rory would benefit more outside of the sewers where he could actually get an education and try to live a normal life.

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Jonathan Kent, the son of superman and Lois Lane, a birth much too complicated to dive into but the fact is that he was their first born. He was born from the love of the two star crossed souls that somehow made it all work. Jon’s early childhood was full of wonder and too much responsibility, being Half Kryptonian meant that he needed to learn how to gauge his strength from a very early age, something that proved to be a bit frustrating to the growing child. Still, with a little encouragement and guidance he was able to manage just how much force to use in his everyday life, easier said than done though. Meeting with other children of supers was…interesting to say the least, especially when most of them were already adults or close to it, and the only person around his age group was the son of the dark knight, damian wayne. An unlikely friendship, when Jon was far less savvy about things than the already deadly trained damian, but the two managed to form a sort of bond that no others could really explain. They were both sons of the most well known superheroes, two very different men who took different approaches on their crime fighting, and yet they were also the strongest of allies, even if at times they butted heads. This simple and happy life of having a mom and dad, his friends, and even krypto would soon be headed in a weird direction when his father supported the hero ban. It didn’t make sense to Jon why he would, but he also couldn’t be angry at his father, he knew he hated the destruction that happened every time a fight would break out, and the collateral damage would only rise as villains got more and more tenacious. So when it all came down to a boil, his parents separated, and while he was too young to fully gauge and react to the feelings of what was happening, he still felt a bit of pain and weirdness about the situation. It was a shared custody that wasn’t really shared because his parents were still married, and probably very much in love with each other, but they just couldn’t see eye to eye on this matter. The divide was felt as the years passed, but at least they managed to always appear together whenever Jon had something, whether it be sports, or a science fair, talent show, they were always there together, not arguing ( at least he didn’t think), just being there for their son. Now that he’s of age and in the cusp of becoming an adult he’s got a lot of things on his mind, and he wonders if there may be a time when he can don the mantle of hero himself without usurping the superboy name from his brother. He knows he has to be there for the people, and for his best friend, whom he promised to keep from going dark, he just hopes he’s not to late to do something. “the world could always use more heroes”

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When life gives you lemons, well you better pucker up motherfucker. The life of the opportunistic, life of the affluent and power hungry, and a life worthy for those born homo-superior. That was what the hellfire club represented for Kai’s family, when one of their own was once a lower ranking member, financially backing the true leaders of this elite group. Throughout the generations this family believed themselves to be pseudo royals among mutant kind, letting wealth and power guide their actions. The current head of the family, and his matriarch had nine children, and Kian was the youngest. Unlike other family stories where the youngest gets all the attention, this time Kian was just a wallflower, a shadow faded into the background as the family groomed the eldest male to be the new figure head of the family. This was something Kian had always resented, and no matter how much he tried or asked for a glimpse of attention, he would never be the light of his parents eyes and neither did his siblings ever give the baby the time of day.

All throughout his young life he’s been under the tutelage of the best tutors money could ever buy, from all fields of academics, to strict combat regiments meant to make them all into warriors, to endless sessions of training in the mastering of their mutant powers. The family had one thing in common, they all had some form of elemental powers, but only Kian truly has the power of elemental manipulation whilst his siblings had only but a branch of said ability. His haughtiness came from an early age, believing himself to be better than all his siblings, to truly be the one to inherit the family crown and lead them all into the future. Except that could never be the case as he was the youngest, and as the youngest of nine the crown would never truly belong to him. Even if there never really was a crown to begin with. Still, being showered with endless accolades and praise, Kai built up a persona who believed he was far above the rest, a god or goddess that could not be understood by the mere plebians that were his far lesser talented siblings. It was this attitude and constant need for attention that first sparked the fires of war within his own family.

Kai would always remind his siblings how much better he was than them, how he truly was a far better mutant, warrior, and more fit to lead the family than the eldest. These spouts of bratty behavior were often overlooked, making the boy always feel invisible, but he would not stop, he was relentless in his pursuit to be heard, seen, even just once by his family. The family would always gather and speak about the state of the world, and even from the time he was a young child he had wanted to intercede, to put in his own opinion on the matters of mutant kind and the sheer mistreatment they faced at the hands of the government. The SRP was something he saw as repulsive, seeing how ungrateful and vile humanity could be against the very people who fought for them, who were much better than they were in every aspect, and yet they turned their backs from the heroes who gave their lives for the cause.

It was in one of these very meetings that a fight broke out, when Kai would not let his words be silenced and how he truly believed the SRP was nothing but a band-aid that was meant to be ripped off as soon as possible. Calamity struck the moment his eldest sibling, his older brother, sympathized and even seemed to side with Harvey Dent, something that repulsed him, and a fight broke out between the siblings when Kai challenged his eldest sibling to once and for all prove who should be the one leading the family. His eldest sibling accepted the duel with the means to finally put the littlest Hart in their place, but luck would not be in the eldest’s side as Kai was hailed as the prodigy among all of the siblings by their many tutors. It was a one-sided battle from the beginning, but Kai’s brother would not let himself be defeated so easily, and that was his biggest mistake. Kai struck him down, not ending his life, but crippling him forever, something that Kai would regret for the rest of his life, but with his head held up high and a few last words, he left. It was clear to him that he’d never get his family’s approval no matter how truly better he was than the rest of them. He tried to find a place at a place that would be a home for mutants, and he thought about the X-men that one team of mutants that always inspired him growing up, but he didn’t think they’d take in a member of his family, so with fear in his heart he shied away from that opportunity.

Kai left and with his family’s affluence he found stable footing out in the real world, alone. He would always search for the outcry of mutant kind, to see the sparks of a fire that would ignite the resistance, the push back against this, but he could never find it. Kai found it hard to make friends, to make any connections due to his sour attitude, he was truly a lemon, and motherfuckers just couldn’t pucker up. Now in Star City, he’s trying to see where the cesspool of all this madness is brewing, but he’s all alone, and he needs to make some connections. So when life gives you lemons, don’t be a dumb bitch, and praise Kai Hart, pucker up.

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Life for Sam Alexander used to be ordinary until he fell off his skateboard, hitting his head. What he woke up to was certainly something he would have never expected. In the search for his missing father he awoke to the confession of his colleagues about how he belonged to the nova corps, being handed his helmet and jumpstarting his career in heroism. Being so young and without much guidance, it was a rocky start as the new nova, but throughout the years and the many heroic acts, he found his place among the greats. Offered a place in the avengers, being one of the champions and a member of the nova corps, it seemed destiny had a lot in store for Sam Alexander. Through many battles and struggles the ingenue hero began to lose some of that childlike innocence, having come face to face with some of the darkest the universe had to offer. Saving countless lives, making mistakes, licking his wounds after the many battles that had taken over his life, yes being nova was the best thing to ever happen to him, but it also made him grow up fast.

The stories of the previous Nova of earth, Richard Rider made him yearn for a teacher, someone he could emulate and learn from. The young avengers had their adult counterparts, even Kamala had Captain Marvel, and all that Sam had, were stories. Stories that meant nothing until that faithful day he had come face to face with the man himself, the first nova of earth, Richard Rider.  Again things tended to be rocky in the beginning, Sam wanting to learn from his predecessor and Richard being mostly out of the loop, having been gone from earth and out in space, missing out on the multitude of changes that happened. Over time, he grew attached to the man, tagging along with him, training, growing, and as the years passed by that admiration did not stop. Not when he lost his helmet or when he renounced the powers of weirworld, all of which he gained back. Now as a man and a fully realized hero, he could see just how misguided and bright eyed he was as a kid, but how his heart remained the same. Following the ban, Sam lost hope for a while, following Richard out into space to continue assisting the parts of the galaxy that truly needed him. Heroes on earth were over, and he was not ready to give up the mantle when there was so much good to be done.  Seven years passed, and only occasionally did Sam travel back down to earth, for holidays, birthdays, and special events that required his presence, but he never did he stay for too long. Now he’s back, feeling much like Richard when he returned, a bit awe struck about the changes, and how even while visiting from time to time, things seemed to progress way too quickly. The news of an organization using the Nova moniker, now that’s what geared him into action.

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Life should be amazing for the only crowned prince of the Inhuman Royal Family, right? Well that is if you weren’t afflicted by the same thing that made your uncle turn into a raging maniac bent on overthrowing his brother from the throne. Ahura’s life has been anything but easy, from the moment of his conception he’s been gifted with greatness, and a great task thrust upon him since before he could even speak. Most of his early life was shrouded in darkness, as he was kept sedated in dark room, secluded from the outside world until he was free of the affliction. It was torture, having to spend, days, years, months, inside a pitch black room with nothing but his own thoughts, with the world not even knowing he existed, being a secret kept from the entire city of attilan, only a dirty secret that the royal family knew. Once he was finally freed of this affliction, came his time at the future foundation, where he fell in love, it was nothing but a high school crush, love at first sight really, but he couldn’t really deny the way he truly felt. Nothing came of it, but he cherished those feelings that made him a little less depressing, falling for your best friend like that. Ahura’s relationship with his parents was a bit strained, due to the fact of them pretending they never had a son in front of the entire world, it was frustrating to see them do that, and then try and smother him with love, it just didn’t make sense for him. So when Kang the conqueror came, and Blackagar Boltagon willingly sent off his son with the tyrant, he lost all hope. Hope which was only rekindles when Black Bolt realized his mistake, seeing the future version of his son, be the cause of the decimation of the entire inhuman race. Ahura became the next kang, the next conqueror, the next evil the world had to face, until Black Bolt himself, killed that version of his only child, and tried to rescue the child he sent into the belly of the beast. It was a stalemate as Kang held Ahura ransom, and it was the kid himself through the use of his own powers, who defeated the time traveling conqueror, and banished him, making him unable to hurt another inhuman life, and to fix the timelines he had so badly damaged.

Now that he’s all grown up Ahura has taken the mantle of Inhuman ambassador, trying to make peace with the world and make them see that powered individuals are no different from the rest of society. Trying to make them see that everybody in society is capable of both good and evil, and it all depends on the person, not their powers. All of that was easier said than done with the ban, making his job entirely more difficult as he was an inhuman and seen nothing more than a threat since his family also boasted heroes. Medusa, Black Bolt, Crystal, all people who’ve become a staple in superhero society, and the dangers of how truly powerful and scary inhumans were. Ahura is trying to just be diplomatic, trying hard to plead his case, but with the rising tensions and public opinion swaying in favor of bigotry, he doesn’t know how long he can hold out and keep his spot. Especially as he’s been attacked multiple times by assassins, from the political opposition. So he stays in star city a tired weary prince, trying to push the thoughts of how lonely and sad he is on the back burner

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Jesse Hart grew up with nothing, the beginning of his life was nothing more than just the walls of his trailer home. Ever since he could recall he had never known stability, not emotional, financial, nothing. Growing up all he saw was his mother suffer, seeing men shower her with promises of love and a better life, only to see them leave after they got what they wanted, even stealing bits of their home when they went. It was because of this that Jesse never really wanted to mess with love or even hope, as it made everything hurt to much. Jesse got something out of the many men who came into his mothers life, some taught him how to pickpockets, locks, steal cars, he learned how to pretty much be everything. Jesse learned how to survive from an early age, learning how to cook, burning himself, trial and error. His mother became ill once he turned 13, and he skipped school to make sure he could take care of her, working day and night to keep their trailer home afloat, and be able to afford medicine. This wouldn't last long as he would be alone by the time he was 14, and in his misery he got a message from his father, who told him of a place where he wouldn't have to steal and be alone anymore. From the age of 14 he was with the other demigods learning about who he was, but the chilly heart of the boy would not thaw, not letting many of his brethren in. Not until a certain boy who talked way too much made him smile for the first time since his mother passed away. Ever since then he'd been slowly growing more comfortable with his surroundings. When the gods started feuding, Jesse tried to act indifferent, but he was truly scared, not knowing what the fate of his friends, and that one guy.

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-Kian Na, the youngest of 9 boys, and by far the most ignored out of the entire family. The Na’s were a family of affluence, coming from old money and having a good foundation built in the world. His father the owner of a fortune 500 company and his mom was just a well known socialite, popular for putting her brand on whatever offers came her way.

-The man in the family wanted nothing more than for his sons to take over the company some day, each managing a different branch for him. He was a man’s man, and he wanted every single one of his sons to be carbon copies of himself, Kian was never like that. From a young age he was always the softest, soft spoken, preferring to be indoors instead of roughhousing, this led for the man to be very strict on Kian, forcing him into many sport and things he never truly enjoyed.

-His grandmother had been his only solace, and maybe it was the because she knew he was different. Always nurturing and caring for him, letting him just be a kid and embrace everything that made him different. This bond would grow over the years, Kian seeing his grandmother as the most important person his life, even being the first person he came out to, before the rest of his family.

-What he didn’t know was that she was the only barrier protecting him from the tyrant that was his father, so when the woman passed from natural causes, the man took action against his own youngest son. Being gay wasn’t right in his eyes, and sent Kian to conversion therapy, where he stayed in a facility until he was fixed in his eyes.

-Kian took this chance to internalize everything, having hired a P.I beforehand to gather everything he possibly could that would look incriminating, and could possibly give him leverage over his family. Even going as far as hacking the company from the inside to find insurmountable evidence to strike back, even going so far as to have the facility shut down for good.

-Once he had enough, he pulled the fast one on his dad, making the man beg his son for mercy, which Kian never showed. He held all of the companies assets in the palms of his hands, and entered a legal battle with his family which he ultimately won after months of piling up evidence against them. Now he holds the family fortune all to himself, paid his way into a good college, finished with top marks, and in his grandmother’s will it was also stated that she had left him all f her money to him alone.

-Unbeknownst to many all of the knowledge to get back at his father was actually bestowed upon him by his mother Hecate, she taught him how to use magic to hack, to find information, short and simple spells to get him out of that hell hole, even the magic to win the case against his family. It all made sense to him as to why his father treated him differently, he was a child born out of wed lock, so he was the stain in the family name.

-Kian Na, with all the money in his pockets and music in his art pursued his dreams very young, becoming an idol, one of the very few solo artists to make a name for themselves in the industry. he had visited camp a few times, trying to train and not forget about the side of his heritage that made him more than human. Now with the gods at each other’s throat he doesn’t know what to think, believing it to be a bit childish, and seeing how the gods throw tantrums.

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From the time he was a child, Urayoan’s childhood was plastered with superheroes all over the place. He loved them, he loved the idea of helping the people, of idolizing those that donned the cape and used their gifts to better the world. Unfortunately, he wasn’t gifted or special like those he saw dashing around the streets and saving the day, so from very early on Urayoan figured he’d just live a mundane life. As life went on the boy simply wished to make his parents proud in the only way he knew how, getting the best grades and being the top of his class. This came natural to Urayoan as he could simply understand everything that was being thought to him, and his teachers had called him brilliant, and even went as far as to call him gifted, but not in the way he wished.

With a natural gift for learning and thanks to his grades, he got accepted into the best schools on the island, receiving a full ride for his time there as he brought nothing but more prestigious awards to the school’s name. Urayoan’s name quickly took the island by storm, being considered a child genius as he kept being the very best as whatever the boy put his time into. It was as if whatever his eyes caught could be perfectly understood by him. He was perfect at chess, knew the outcome of sports, and could even tell when someone was lying to his face. Most people thought he was just a smart boy, but nobody, not even Urayoan himself knew that he was just translating every bit of information he was receiving and was utilizing it to his benefit.

Urayoan quickly realized he didn’t like to live in the limelight, especially when he wasn’t doing anything that he felt granted him so many eyes on him. The man simply felt as if there were much more important things happening in the world that merited more attention than his simple accolades. After finishing his high school career, he opted to stay on the island and ignore the numerous offers he was getting from prestigious schools, deciding to go to Atlantic university college to study computer programming and call it a day. It was here that Urayoan found love, a boy who took his breath away at first glance. Urayoan didn’t have any experience in dating prior, having been too busy to even think about dating anybody.

Their love was like wildfire, fast and burning everything in its path, and while it was somewhat tumultuous, Urayoan knew than in his heart of hearts that he’d want to spend the rest of his life next to this man. His boyfriend was smart, but he wasn’t entirely as gullible or innocent as the other, and even when Urayoan would catch him in a lie, he didn’t try to pry or make anything of it, letting the time pass by before he simply forgot. Then his boyfriend proposed, and any doubts and worries Urayoan might’ve had simply faded into the background, and both families were overjoyed about the news, having been very supportive of both of the boy’s love.

It was set and done, and they were wed. A completely mundane life for a boy who believed he was anything other than special, being a computer programmer. Unbeknownst to him his husband had been too involved in the island’s underground crime world, something he tried to escape cleanly for Urayoan but that’s just the thing, you can never wash your hands off of the deeds you’ve committed over the years just like that. Something he would come to face on New Year’s day, when both families had gathered to celebrate the coming new year. Urayoan had been running late to the party, and as they all gathered in the “marquezina” and greeted the man with smiles, booze and “parranda” a car with tinted windows rolled by and unloaded a storm of bullets against the entire family. Urayoan shielded his husband trying to cover him. He expected sharp pain and dread, but he felt nothing, and at first he believed he must’ve died, but he still had a heartbeat, he could still feel the rush of blood against his ear. He was unscathed, and he thought all the bullets seemed to have missed him, but as he glimpsed the body of his husband, he realized that the shots that were meant for him has simply passed through him and hit his husband.

The event would become etched in infamy in the island’s history, and thanks to the investigation, Urayoan would come to know why it all happened, and how it came to be that his powers manifested so late in life. As if fear had been the key to unlocking his abilities, and now he was conflicted because the child inside him would’ve been overjoyed at the news, but now he was all alone in the world, and his powers had proven to not be able to protect. Urayoan spiraled into a slump, not wanting to get in touch with his friends, not taking care of himself, not doing anything with his newfound abilities. The man couldn’t see a future anymore, it was as if all color had been stripped from his world. It had been many months in this state, grieving for all that he lost, and being entirely confused as to what to do with his life as a newly discovered superpowered individual. Urayoan resented his powers slightly, wishing they had been something else, a shield that could protect others, but instead he felt that what abilities he got were selfish, only meant for him and nothing else.

His inner turmoil overtime shifted into something more visceral, a rage that couldn’t be quenched until he found the ones responsible for taking away everything her ever loved. The man took to the night and ran the streets finding names and locations for him to track down, trying to learn how to use his powers before taking action. It took a lot of planning and patience, months before he did anything, and once he was ready and knew of his targets moves, he took off. That fire that raged within him took form into his status as a vigilante, and that anger only lead to the aftermath of Urayoan not recognizing the man he saw in the mirror, a man who with blood on his fists, having severely attacked his family’s murdered. Luckily he stopped himself before he went too far, the little voice in his head that sounded like that of his deceased husband’s voice. Urayoan took the moment to breath, calling the cops as he left the scene, almost admitting defeat with his life as he walked the streets of Rio Piedras. Like a beacon of light, it came to him, the news that played on a T.V. depicting the advocates, something the outed superhero Torque initiated. With the events of the night still on his mind, he decided that maybe he needed to take a different path in life and start anew, it wouldn’t be perfect, but he needed to get away. Urayoan would now ventured to become a hero in training, fulfilling the dream of the child he once was, but he just wished it didn’t have to come at such a large cost.

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Money, Pride, Gluttony, Lust, desperation, these things have ruled the world for time immemorial, moving the foundation of where once stood virtues and values, are now just ruled by these powers that expand and encroach on everything they can clasp their claws on. Years go by and the rich get richer, the poor keep falling in a cycle of depravity, forced to commit acts, atrocious they may be, but only so that a family would be able to eat, have a roof over their heads, and survive. The organization feeds on these people for their purposes, dawning on them with false hope, as long as they abide by their rules, but at what cost? How much would a single person give up, to have food on the table? One particular family was met with this decision. A corporation was building a program, where a mutant would be subjected to multiple tests in the hopes of becoming their ultimate weapon, a pawn in their game, the perfect soldier for their empire. To end mutants once and for all, they would use the very thing they’re trying to destroy. If you can’t control it, then what use is it to them?

They were very forward with their program, calling out to families in the slums to provide any mutants they had in their family, and they would have a vast compensation. Many families handed in their loved ones, desperation taking over the love they were supposed to have in their hearts. What’s the price of one, to be able to maintain three, four others? Weiss the child of a family of four was given up so that they cold survive. It was a quick process, signing forms, demonstrate the child’s power, and how powerful they could grow, and Weiss piqued their interest from the moment they laid eyes on him. He was something special to them, something they could mold in their image, and for whatever purposes they would have in store for the young mutant. As a child it was easy to convince Weiss of their ideals, fallacies of world peace were provided to the boy, and they made it seem as if their true wasn’t the extermination of mutants, but the protection of mutant kind. The young boy was just pawn in their elaborate game, how could a child ever understand how nefarious adults could be, people who once used to be children themselves now corrupt beings, filled with hate, and led by avarice.

A wire-master that was the coined term that they called the young boy. Someone who could do more than just manipulate the element; his true power lied in ability to sense all phenomenon related to this power. Able to use his powers to listen in on wherever his wires were latched, and the ability to control the actions of others, and be able to created clones made of string. With time his powers grew, and it seemed that Weiss would be one of the organization’s greatest asset. They trained the boy in all sorts of combat and espionage, made him solve puzzles, and they tested him at every corner, each day would be a new challenge, and Weiss felt that this was just his life, the training necessary to become the hero they told him he’d be. As he grew in rank and power, he underwent different types of training, each one more strenuous than the last, but all in the hopes that this child could fulfill their wishes. Everything changed the day Weiss met another young boy, a mutant, that boy had the saddest eyes of all.

The two boys were placed together forced into each other’s lives. This way the boys became friends, the only two children at the facility. It wasn’t something quick Weiss had tried to approach the other many times, but it seemed the boy suffered from severe shyness, always scurrying away or hiding at the sight of Weiss. Still, the other child never stopped trying; he always kept a smile on his face in the hopes that this other boy could hopefully become his new family. It took a month before the other boy finally directed words at Weiss, and even then it was just one. With time the two warmed up to each other, doing everything together, and they promised that no matter what they would hold each other’s hands through it all, they would both become the heroes that saved mutant kind. Each day was another day together for them, helping each other through the challenges that were placed in front of them at the facility, the boys learned to rely on another, and cover the other’s faults. They were a team, and they  seemed to want it that way, the two were happy together they had found a home in one another.

With the passage of time the late night whispers turned into intimate conversations, they loved learning about each other, and every day there was something new to be told, another story, another venture. It was to be expected that the two fell for each other; everything they’d gone through together just cemented those budding feelings. A confession turned into affection, affection turned into a kiss, and kiss turned into something more. The following months were the greatest of Weiss’ life, they were allowed to be together at all times within the facility, and they ate up every moment together, wondering about life on the outside, and how things have changed, and the things they’d do together once it was their time to be the heroes they were trained to be. Promises of marriage, love, building a family, the young boys dreamt of it all, it seemed that they just thought they were meant for one another, the perfect half for the other’s mold. It was perfect, truly, and utterly perfect, while it lasted.

No matter how much one tries to bury the truth, it always finds a way to surface. While their lives seemed perfect, the duo’s tasks were becoming more and more draining, barely able to move the very next day, but they knew they had to, it was their duty. Weiss was being subjected to random blood tests, and forced to take many drugs of unknown effects, it seemed that they was becoming more and more ruthless with their treatment. Weiss was finding their activity more perturbing, they changed from the warm and caring people he knew from around the base to cold and distant strangers in the blink of an eye. His curiosity grew, and he couldn’t put his finger on it, but the whole program, everything just seemed wrong. A heavy toll was taken on Weiss daily, and he tried to tell the other boy about what he was feeling, but he was dismissed with just being paranoid, silly, or simply anxious.

For a while Weiss agreed, maybe it was just all in his mind, the simple paranoia that soon enough they would both be deployed, and the burden of becoming heroes was a closer reality than before. Still he had his doubts; nothing was as picture perfect as it once appeared to be. Weiss didn’t know if it was chance, or clues were placed before him, so he could finally uncover the truth behind the organization, and its dark agenda. Weiss heard them talking, whispering about the progress of another secret project, about how rumors were spreading, and that they were almost ready to begin their final phase. Weiss felt alarmed as he heard them talk, this new project seemed to be of great importance, and somehow he knew that he was at the center of it all. That night he decided to snoop around see what he could find and bring back for the other boy, the one whom he was in love to see. But what he found, he could have never been ready for.

The lower levels, where only the ones with the highest clearance could enter, it was almost impenetrable, almost. Thanks to his powers, Weiss could bypass any security measures undetected, they had trained him for this very thing, but they never expected that it would be his downfall. Past bleak lights, and dark, damp corridors, he followed his instincts, where the strongest surges of power took him, the pull was far too strong to deny. Through metal sliding doors, Weiss had found it, or better said, them. Clones, all in pods, all the same, all bearing Weiss’ face. The boy looked in horror at the duplicates in stasis, all bred for some reason, their numbers far too vast to count. Then it hit him, all the clones where of himself, not one was of the other boy. He ran as fast as he could, careful to not leave a trace of his discovery, he had to be careful, he had to stop this, and he needed answers. Weiss decided that the next night he would show the other boy just what he uncovered.

He played along, like he never left the room, like he was just the same clueless boy following every order. Weiss tried to talk to the other boy, but that day they had been separated, the other boy was told that he’d need to be subjected to a very new test, one that Weiss could not take part of. In some part of his being, a sense of dread fell over Weiss, and he couldn’t tell why, so far his feelings had been very true, so this eerie sensation shook him to the core. The day had been far too long, and yet no sign of the other male, Weiss was just informed that the boy’s test was long, and that he’d need to perform his task through the night. This forced Weiss into action, escaping his room, trying to find where exactly the other was. What he found, it wasn’t him, at least not anymore, the person he was looking for was gone, and in his place stood madness, depravity, something Weiss didn’t want to see.

Blood was splattered across every wall, only one light seemed to function as it tittered back and forth, shining over the boy. At his feet piles of bodies, the clones, images of Weiss broken, torn apart, dead just painting every crevice of that room. No sheer amount of words could explain what Weiss was witnessing. The boy ran to the other, Weiss took him in his arms, holding him close as he tried to ask for an explanation, why had he done this, why was he now a killer. The other just stood frozen, not uttering a single word until men in white coats entered the room. They answered each and every question, before Weiss could even ask them. They were never meant to be heroes, only weapons, meant to track down and kill other mutants, or bring them in to further Organization’s study of mutant kind. They had devised a plan for the two boys, for them to become as close to the other as possible, and then use that about of emotion to create the perfect weapons against mutants, stripped of all emotions, just one who was able to follow orders without hesitation, the perfect killing machine.

Weiss’ part was just to provide the perfect practice dummies for the other. To be the perfect challenge, the perfect contender for that boy, they were meant to fight each other, and whoever came out the victor would become their greatest asset. The boy’s anger grew, how could they use them like that? How could the other boy just go along with it, when they promised that they would save the world together, be together, become a family. Flashes ran through the whole facility, Weiss intended to bring it down along with every project and secret they had. Before he could the man said that there were facilities all over the world, all filled with clones of Weiss, read to be pitted against the boy to train him and make him grow stronger until he was finally able to strike down Weiss. A blur, that’s all that Weiss can recall as he let his powers rampant across the facility, destroying everything in his path. Before everything could be destroyed, he gathered the coordinates of all the facilities spread across the world, and he began on his path, to stop them, and to put a stop to the sad fate his clones were forced to face.

Through the years the boy grew, his fight didn’t stop as he destroyed facility after facility, but still no sign of the boy he grew up with, the one that he was still in love with. It had been years since they saw each other, until at one facility they met, and they battled their powers causing rampant destruction all across the neighboring land. A stalemate, but Weiss could see that there was no shred of the boy he loved, and he vowed that the next time they saw each other Weiss would kill him once and for all. Weiss lost all sense of hope, he just fought to stop the people that robbed him of his life, his happy ending, and who were intending to steal the smiles of the mutants across the world. He steeled himself for the worst to come, for the day where he’d have to kill the love of his life.

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HISTORY. Life is strange, especially when you’re living in the melting pot of occult activity in the United States. The world of magic, of the famed bloodsuckers of the night, and of the men who howl at the moon, and this was everyday life for Manny Rosales. Growing up in a humble household of two, Manny was taught values by his grandmother. A witch, powerful in her own right that sought to teach the boy all that she could, and forge him into an upstanding young man with the little time she knew she had.  Everyday was a new lesson, be it magical or mundane, it was one that she thought him thoroughly, and he would forever remember her words long after she had passed. Migdalia Rosales was a stern, but kind woman, respected among the coven as a witch who only dabbled in magic of light. Once a gray witch, she turned to light magic when her only daughter, Manny’s mother had passed away during childbirth. He was a sickly boy, but stubborn and curious, and with each new magical thing he discovered, he fell in love. In that humble home of only two, was enough love to last them a lifetime. During his years in school, Manny spent a lot of time honing his craft, sometimes shirking off his school duties, to pursue the mystical arts, and this was something his grandmother disapproved of. Whenever there came a time when the boy would prefer magic over mundane life, she forced her hand and would close off the world of magic for him until he learned that he needed balance, that one cannot live without the other, as for all the magic he might have, he is still human.

There came a time when their relationship strained, when he rebelled against his grandmother’s world and went off to pursue magic on his own. He ignored the dangers that came from attempting spells unprepared, from brewing potions without the right ingredients. His grandmother looked for help when her words weren’t reaching her only family, and it was through the intervention of the current supreme that they sat him down and made him listen. Manny pretended to not know where his anger stemmed from, but he knew that it was from seeing pictures around his home of strangers he had never come to meet, but had to pay respect to them, of seeing other kids with their families intact, and knowing that his grandmother didn’t have many more years to live. It was because of this very pain that he lashed out, but his grandmother wrapped her love around him tighter, wishing for just a little more time with him, to see him become a young man, and a warlock that would help others in need. The woman’s death came after he graduated high school, leaving behind a home empty, but one he had come to love even more for the cherished memories it held.

Now thanks to that very woman, he’s a man with an open heart, but still retaining that stubborn attitude when needed. Manny had become the man she wished him to be, and he finds himself in a place in life that could lead him in many directions. Manny believes that there may be a life outside of West Hollow for him, but for now he’s right at home. Being the pastry chef had aroused in him a new passion he never thought would come, a love for cooking, and filling others with delight, catering to everybody’s need. Whatever life’s going to throw his way, he’s ready to throw something right back, and if West Hollow ever needed him, he’ll be right there, all smiles. Unless of course, it’s about a boy.

PERSONALITY. Manny Rosales is a stubborn, but kindhearted individual, witty, and sometimes wise beyond his years. Caring for all the creatures of West Hollow, he believes in harmony needed to keep the town afloat, to have everyone cooperate for the similar cause of being able to live in a place where they can be their truest self. Sometimes too trusting, he’ll invite anyone in need into his home to provide the care they require, even if it is a lie, he can’t turn away those who come to his door. Fairly, young he finds live a tad confusing, love, hardship; it’s all a mystery to the young man. Still, he’s not going to chicken out just because something’s an unknown, if anything it’ll only push his curiosity further. Not to mention, good humor, and quick wit is always a plus in life.

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There are two ways in which the world is divided, those with power, and those who are crushed by those in power. Middle class being a societal culture, to appease the masses into thinking that they’d have a chance at a better life.  For those born with a silver spoon in the mouth, the affluent, the world’s luxuries are merely just another commodity to them. Though with power comes certain responsibilities, and customs that one must uphold, as one in power has to do anything they can to stay in power.  This power came in the form of pharmaceuticals, a company to be exact, one which monopolized the industry, and made for themselves a fortune, one that passed down through generations, and the company only grew bigger with each new head of the family. Once someone was of age they’d start taking the reigns, and following in their predecessors footsteps. The Hart’s were at the center of it all, the family that governed the entire empire, and they lived a life of riches, with regal standings and huge influence. No amount of power comes with a cost, and the huge pharmaceutical empire sometimes stepped on the little man to keep trudging ahead, and this made for a very controversial view, on a company that was created with the idea of helping people, or at least that was the initial premise.  

Aiden Hart, the son of the current head of the corporation lived a life of luxury, as a child all he wanted, he just snapped his fingers and in a moments notice there it was. The world was basically his oyster, and it was because of this that he was blinded for them reality of what his family were doing. Though, it wasn’t without opposition, his mother never fully agree with corporations ideals, to forsake those beneath them just for the sake of keeping their riches, as it went against everything that was the apparent purpose of their pharmaceutical empire, the one she married into. She was a medical student one that had dreams of helping cure diseases, and creating thing to make people’s lives easier and to help others have their loved ones for as long as they could. She spoke to Aiden, about her ideals, and how if he were to become the next to run the company, he should do it with his gentle nature, and use his power to make a difference, and not keep going the monstrosity that was created.  The boy being very young didn’t understand the harm that his father was doing, he just believed in the things around him, the lies that were placed before him, propaganda manufactured to appease the masses.

His mother’s opposition didn’t come at a cost, it caused a strained relationship between Aiden’s parents, and they were always at odds. The boy wouldn’t know true heartbreak, until one day his mother simply vanished, gone without a single word, and no trace of her to be found. Not knowing what to believe, the boy simply just assumed the same things his father told them, that she’d abandoned them, and that she was never going to come back. For such a young boy, this came as a monumental shock, one that made him angry, heartbroken, but he did find solace in one person. His sister who took up the mantle as the new person that would take care of him as he grew, and she did; She was a brilliant mind just like her mother before her, and she wished to follow in her footsteps, not truly knowing where that was actually going to lead her. Aiden saw how the men that always came to visit looked at her, with those same eyes that they gave his mother, and he didn’t quite understand it, but something strange was indeed happening, he just didn’t know what.

With the passage of time the boy saw how the world around him was changing, no longer veiled as it once was. Still, he was certain about the things he had to do, and that he was going to take over the company some day. He just never expected the world to be so cruel to him. In the span of years he began to see how the number of people he grew to know in his life simply diminished. Vanished, just like his mother, and he was never given an explanation as to why, since he was so young, they were sure he wouldn’t understand what it mean to rule, and be fearful of your own life. His father just told him that some people were angry about what the company was doing, and they were taking matters into their own hands, trying to destroy the very thing that they had worked tirelessly for generations to cement.  Aiden was angry that someone would attack his family this way, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

The boy angry and confused came to the conclusion that these people were responsible for his mother, and the reason why she never came back. This was what propelled him to talk to his father into having him learn the family business as soon as possible, and his father obliged, having the boy learn, and it came as a surprise, at the rapid speed in which he understood the things which were being taught to him. His talents didn’t go unnoticed, but didn’t truly shine until the moment where his father brought Aiden to one of the many meetings, to delegate with an associate, someone who ran the pharmaceuticals in their Japanese branch, and one the they started chatting in their native language, it came to as a surprise to everyone when the boy responded in the same way, his father rather astounded as to how the boy learned Japanese, as he was only eleven years old. They tried it out with many other meetings, bringing people who ran the other branches, and the boy was always able to communicate with them perfectly, and nobody knew how he could easily translate, and his father monitored him, and in no instant was the boy taught of these languages. He had power, one that would prove most beneficial.

People were still disappearing from his life, and he believed he could use his power to keep the company safe, and to some extent he was right. Hiring people who dealt with weaponry, martial arts, anything that would prove beneficial if his live was ever in danger. His powers seemed to deal with more than just language, as he was able to translate even body language, able to anticipate moves by the most miniscule micro movements, and he trained until he mastered them. The boy was even able to translate codes, something that was very unheard of from someone who hadn’t even touched anything in the field. It seemed his power was just what the company needed, and his father hell bent on prepping him to be the new head of Hart Pharmaceuticals. Aiden was more than happy to use his abilities if it meant keeping what was left of his family safe, keeping the people around him from vanishing. Whilst on the outside he was shown to be rather cold, and unapproachable, the boy’s gentle nature never left him, as he always remembered it was his mother’s favorite thing about him. The moment his sister vanished, he crumbled, as he felt weak. He tried to keep her safe, but it appeared she was destined the same fate as her mother, and once again his anger was directed to those who started protests against the company, those who impeded his happiness. At the age of sixteen, he was already meant to be the head of the company, as his father’s deteriorating health proved couldn’t be helped. He was supposed to have advisors those people that had been around all his life, to help him in this quest to keep what they had built through generations afloat. Once his father passed, there was an attempt on Aiden’s life, and if it weren’t for his abilities, he would have surely fallen victim to the same fate as those who simply vanished.  He realized the truth that it was the same people who saw him grow up, who were responsible for all the troubles inside the company. Aiden disposed of them immediately, and without proper guidance, and just being distraught by everything, the company would surely crumble.

A beam of hope came to him, Carma, another company that offered him aid. They’d simply take over his family’s company with the purpose of having him join a meta squad, meant to capture, and he agreed, being already trained in combat proved to be something quite beneficial. So the boy at sixteen years old was left alone, now only carrying a remnant of his family in his heart, working for something that only likely resembled the place he called home.

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Albus was afraid. There was no denying the fact that the boy was utterly terrified, and there was nothing he could do, it was a fate that was not his to decide. The boy stood in line, often peeking off the side as he watched other kids get sorted, his thought would get interrupted by the clamor of cheers that would erupt once someone’s house was chosen; gripping the sides of his robe, he gulped. Albus scanned the room, looking for one particular person, and it didn’t take long for him to spot him. His brother James, who was looking expectantly at the Gryffindor table, patting the empty space next to him, and Albus knew exactly what the other was thinking. What if he wasn’t sorted into that house, the house he was expected to fall into? Would it be so bad to stray from the expectations of those around him? He tried not to think too much about it, but at the moment it was the only thing that plagued him, the thing that he couldn’t let go of, that single thought that would follow him, until it was his turn. Another cheer broke his train of thought, and he moves two steps forward, and it was always two, but with each two he was inching closer to the hat. He eyed it, and the feeling of fear set in once more.

Albus Potter! Hearing his own name made him quiver slightly, and as the boy stepped forward he couldn’t stop his trembling fingers.  Albus sat, and at the moment he had a perfect view of the room, and he noticed how all eyes were on him, and whisper seemed to drift about the room, floating from table to table. He wished he were invisible. Albus closed his eyes for a few moments, to escape the reality he was facing if only for a few seconds. Then he heard it, and he had been sorted. He opened his eyes and all mouths were agape, except for a few who held them tight with gritted teeth and sour glares. The boy was frozen in shock, unable to move up from the seat and head to his respective table. In sluggish steps he made it off, and soon enough a multitude of people erupted in cheers, many, but not all. He took his seat next to a boy, flaxen hair and prominent features. Welcome to Slytherin they said. Slytherin, of all places, Albus Potter was sorted into Slytherin.

He knew he couldn’t look at his siblings, and Albus didn’t even consider what his parents might say. But the boy didn’t want to ponder on it too much, he knew he would have to accept this, and somehow make the best of this situation. Problem was, how would the others try and make the best of it. Albus expected them to be supportive nonetheless, even if his siblings were ultimately different from him, they were still family and he knew they’d always be there for him, the same way he would be for them. As the sorting ensued, his mind went adrift and Albus’ gaze set up to the hovering candles above, whose lights flickered, and swayed almost in dance, as if some type of fire sprites were in a beautiful, alluring, yet dangerous dance.  Albus rose, and swiftly he left the great hall, stepping outside in an attempt to catch his breath. From his peripheral he could see someone approach, and before he could react he was held by the collar, faces only a few inches apart, and then…

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He was that face with those big brown eyes staring back at the lead singer on stage. Run of the mill bar, and an escape for many. Tahis was only sixteen, but his wallet was littered with fake I.D’s and he had a zest for life. He was just like every other rebellious teen, looking for an escape from the mundane. The boy had an okay, life, he had somewhat decent grades and an average routine at home, one which he was always trying to break. Nobody could ever ay if that meeting was fated, or if it was just by chance, but after that lead singer came down from the stage heading straight for Tahis, it would become the foundation to a storm.

It didn’t take long for the duo to start something. Tahis was enthralled by Hendrix’s tales about music and how he wanted to be on the road. The male called Tahis is one and only, his siren, the thing that kept him living. With a love so volatile and feverish, the two took on the road. He never planned on running away with some guy he barely knew, but Tahis didn’t care because at that moment he thought he was in love. Hendrix showed him the world, all the sights unraveling before him, every drug, their countless hours of sex and music. It was what Tahis dreamt of, a life where he never knew what the next step was, it was always a surprise. He also never expected to become addicted to the lifestyle.

One day, Tahis found himself alone. Hendrix was dead, and he was stranded with no phone, no money, just the guitar that once belonged to the boy who used to sing him endless songs. They were both addicted to various things, but the worst drugs they were taking were each other. Three years he’d spent on the roads with Hendrix, and now he was nineteen, and with the things he’d learned from his late significant other he managed to land a scholarship for OceanView. Only problem was he needed a place to stay, so he started stripping at gay bars, and his routine was always mixed with his voice, one that always brought in more attention, more money, more men, more drugs. Tahis found a rundown apartment to live in, close enough to the strip clubs and dealers where he could maintain something he once swore he hated, routines. At school he puts on a facade, not wanting people to know and think about helping him. As far as Tahis is concerned he doesn’t need help, just a diploma so he can score more cash than he is now.

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Hope, that little thing that drives people forward, gives them something to look for; it is the essential component in human’s survival. That’s it, that one thing carries so much weight, holding the faith, and dreams of so many who’ve been battered and kicked by the world. That is probably the main reason why Athena, and Susan chose that as their son’s name. They figured he’d give everybody else around him his own namesake. In times of need, when you’ve got nothing else, all you do have is Hope. That was the task Athena gave Susan, prepare him, give him love, take care of their son until the day he could be ready, to live as a demigod, and fulfill his life in honor of his godly heritage. Everything was fine the first few years of the boy’s life, luckily enough to be born into the home of a lawyer who fought for the people who had nothing, and who were being robbed in world of tyrants. Susan had found love again after Athena, another woman who accepted that the world was more than it seemed to be. Hope was lucky having three parents, one that watched him from afar, and two that taught him so many things, and gave him a view on life that was exactly as Athena would’ve hoped.

With greats things come the bad, and this little family lost a member. Lilah, his mother’s girlfriend gave her life to save the boy. All of this happened because he had been kidnapped, taken from his home in the dead of night, and only through contacts and threats from the boy’s captors where they able to find him. It was an exchange, Lilah’s soul for the boy’s life, and even while Susan screamed and cried, the woman had no fear in her eyes, and loved the boy enough to give up her life to let him be able to live his own. After this they were shaken, they had taken a big hit, but they managed to pull through, for Lilah’s sake they did. They lived, and they loved, but Susan new that it was time for the boy to go to camp, to become the person he was supposed to be, and because she was scared that monsters would not give up. So even while her heart wrenched and ached, she drove him to camp, and managed to get the boy, of only six years old to the safety inside the barrier. But as he turned to wave goodbye to his mother, what he saw shocked him.

Monsters, swarming all around his mother’s car, and before any others could even lift a finger, the woman was gone. In the blink of an eye, this loving family was left with only one living member. Even while the boy was heartbroken, the sacrificing nature of the women had marked him, and gave him purpose, it gave him Hope, and for a while he was devastated, crushed, but time heals, and while he never forgets his mothers, he knows that their heroic ends would guarantee them sanctuary with the gods. Hope grew up at the camp, becoming the shoulder to cry on, the ear to come to, and he became the heart, the spunk, and the very thing that made everybody smile. He was there to make sure they were all righ

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Chesarè remembered how it hurt, how the incessant flashes of cameras, and how the paparazzi followed him everywhere. There wasn’t a step he could take without it being in tabloids after the scandal, and the most he could do was lower his head in shame, unable to speak on behalf or against his father. What is a child to do, when their parent’s mistake costs them everything? Pushing those thoughts at the back of his head, Chesarè left his studio apartment fear sunk in as he thought he heard the flash of a camera. But it wasn’t what he thought just delusions brought on by fear. Letting out a heavy sigh, he trudged down the path to the company, having a mountain of work waiting for him. That he didn’t fear as much as the tabloids, the boy just wished to get as far away from everything that has to do with his father.

The way to the company was fairly quiet from what he was used to, a few honking cars, and the rustle of hurried steps on the stone that paved the streets. Ever since he lost his money, Chesarè had stated appreciating the simple things, given that he couldn’t afford anything that wasn’t that simple, humble. All of that money lost made him remember how simply selfish he was spending it on luxurious and very grand things, but did they matter? He really couldn’t remember at the moment. Stepping through the doors he was greeted, and checked through security, as always there would be a frisk that held sexual desire, and the boy couldn’t feel more uncomfortable about it, but he knew he walked on thin ice, and even the slightest foul movement could crumble the foundation that laid at his feet.

His desk was stock to the brim in paperwork, and he was supposed to advice and see how the company was spending its money, how they could invest, and how much they could save and gain? The task seemed daunting, but it was a challenge that he hoped would prove his worth to the company. As he sat he began to work, and soon enough the boy was grueling in his own punishment, numbers taking over his mind, and his face drowning in paper. A knock startled him, and a few papers were sent flying and as they floated down to the floor. It was the guy who’d stop by everyday bringing coffee and a snack, in Chesarè’s mind he was sweet, cute even, a growing crush that he wished wouldn’t be anything more.

As the other made himself comfortable, Ches sat next to him sipping his coffee and munching on his bear claw. From his peripheral he eyed as the other quietly ate, a burning bush resting on his cheeks as the other spoke up about why he was staring. “N-No reason, I was just…” He was cut short by the other placing their own glazed donut on Ches’ lips, parting them he took a slight bite, his blush still prominent on his cheeks. “What was that for?” he asked quirking a brow at the male. You looked like you wanted a bite. Laughing, Ches decided it was best to leave it at that.

Are you a virgin? The very sentence ruptured their blissful silence making Ches cough as he choked on his snack. “What does that have to d-do with anything? O-Of course, I-I’m n…Yes, I am. I guess I’ve never had the time to actually think about something like that. It’s just never happened, I mean I’ve never had my first kiss either, so what’s the point, given my luck I’ll probably always be…” Before could finish he found himself pressed against the wall, lips ghosting over his neck as they made their way to his lips.

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Not many follow the life of affluence and those lucky enough to be born to it, the blue bloods always need to be the perfect image to represent that very status that defines their life. The Wilson’s were no different. They were a family that loved its riches and were proud about their standings. Being born into this family would mean a strenuous routine on how to be perfect, Chesarè, from the moment he was born was thought to be the perfect example of the Wilson name. Early in life the boy developed an aptitude for the lifestyle. The first years of his life he was homeschooled, as his parents believed that he needed to have the very best minds teaching their budding son. But as he grew, the boy was getting weary of the isolation in his abode. He grew a zest for knowledge and for being surrounded by people is age, but Chesarè knew he would have to convince his parents to do so, and they would only start listening if one of the tutors they trusted so much would whisper the boy’s wishes in their ears.

Chesarè wished to take on his father’s footsetps and venture into finance, hoping to become a financial analyst. His mother was soon to leave the picture. Having cheated on her husband, Ches’ grandmother was quick to be rid of her, banishing her from the ways of their society. So for most of Ches’ life he was raised by nannies, and by the years each would be different, but none ever had a connection to him. That is until Antonia came into the picture, that was the nannie he cared for the most, and she did him. An elderly woman who once stayed up one night making sure that the boy had a handmade chick costume for Halloween. It was these little things with Antonia, which made Ches love the nannie as if she was family, because to him she was.

Antonia left Ches’ side when the boy was deemed too old to have one, but he needed her, she was the one friend he had in that manor. Once she was out of the picture as well, it didn’t take long for word to come back about the elderly woman passing of old age. Ches was devastated by the news, but his father took it upon himself for the boy to not loose anybody else. They went everywhere together, Chateau’s, Lake houses, everywhere and anywhere that their riches could take them. Growing closer, the two developed an almost unbreakable bond, and this is when Ches started telling his father about his wanting of studying finance.

Ches went on to study finance a Warden, managing to graduate top of his class, and being the class’ Valedictorian. Everything seemed to be going perfect for him. He head reached all of the goals he had placed upon himself up to that point, more would just need to take up their place. There were no distractions, no romance, nothing. Before he could make something out himself, his father got caught in the biggest ponzi scheme of the years, and the family name was tarnished, and their money gone, and the boy was heartbroken.

Out in the real world with no money, and a last name that would make people wish he were behind bars with his father, Chesarè found it impossible to start a career for himself. Resorting to sleeping in the gutters, and just simply trying to survive in the streets. He couldn’t believe that he had to pay for his father’s mistake, and he doesn’t know if he can ever forgive him for this, he doesn’t know he’s gonna get out of this hell hole.

It wasn’t until he managed to sneak into Onros Industries that his life finally changed. He begged and pleaded to not be thrown out and to be given a chance, that he could be their financial analyst, and that he could be a great asset, and to not worry about his family name. He had no ties to the scandal except that he was his father’s child, and that was it. Luckily, he was accepted, and how now begun his journey in this grand industry.