Faeryn Hyacinth & Dante Arkenciel Chandler [ Hades ]

[Bara the Mercenary]

 

[Bara the Mercenary]

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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:_____ dante◞arkenciel :✧.. CHANDLER
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❶!... job _ Heir to the Family Fortune // Businessman
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❷!... race _ Demigod
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❸!... nationality _ France

:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❹!... likes
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● the cold
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● music
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● wine
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● shadows
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● family ring
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❺!... dislikes
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● hunting
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● any length of silence
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● bright, sunny days
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● cheap wines
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● the spaniards
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:「:❻!... desires
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● meeting father
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● keeping the family business
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❼!... fears
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● swimming outside of a pool
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● thunder storms
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● heights
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[Bara the Mercenary]

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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:_____ faeryn◞hyacinth :✧.. CHANDLER
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❶!... job _ Heiress to the Family Fortune // Student
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❷!... race _ Demigod
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❸!... nationality _ France

:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❹!... likes
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● dance
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● opera
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● precious gems
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● intelligent debates
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● training dogs
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● birds
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● horses
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● snobby people
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● cutthroat business
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● violence
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● having a relationship with father
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● completing school as valedictorian
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:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list:___ ● abandonment
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[Bara the Mercenary]

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:list::list::list::list::list::list: 「:❶!... PERSONALITY
_ "It's really difficult for me to explain my own personality. I like to think that I'm kind, compassionate, but the truth is, there are times that I'm downright selfish. Don't get my wrong, it's not that I'm really a nasty person. I just sometimes do things for my own personal gain as opposed to the right thing. I'm not always doing that, but I have a few selfish tendencies, like spending money on myself instead of that little homeless man on the street asking me for alms. That's all. I like to spend my money on me, and my time in the social spotlight. To those who know me, I'm a good friend and I remain loyal, especially in economic and political standings. I back up whoever I think I should, and I remain pleasant to my business partners. That's not to say I don't have a nasty streak to those I don't like. There are a few families and business owners that I absolutely cannot stand, and if I am in their presence, I'm very snappy. I'm also very involved in animal cruelty campaigns. I'm a very big animal rights activist, and I'll show up at rallies and speak against the cruelty to defenseless animals, as well as spend a good amount of time spreading anonymous letters to various newspapers about cases currently in court. I don't generally let anyone see that I have a weakness for animals, and usually smuggle strays into the house under the guise of a new animal for my sister to train, considering it's the only real way to justify having so many dogs in the kennels on the property..."
_ "Oh! Uhm...Well, I mean, I try to be a nice person, and do what I can to help out, but I'm rather helpless in most situations, and people say I'm really really shy. I get embarrassed a lot when people talk about me, and flustered in conversations outside of the family, which is why my brother's usually the one who does the talking in a social situation. We're one of the few families who doesn't do arranged marriages, so I'm not thrown at suitors all the time, which is really nice...It's a lot easier for my to talk to animals, especially dogs. Rather, my dog. He's always seemed to be a very good listener. I like training dogs, though I mostly train strays and rescues. I've even had a fighting dog before, but he had to be kept separate, since there was no real way to rehabilitate him. We let him live out his days with us. Uhm...I'm trying to think. I'm very studious! I like to study and learn, and I'm usually found with a school book, trying to make out the words (because I have dyslexia). I want to be the valedictorian for my class! It would be so cool to be able to make that speech! It seems like I'm well on my way to it. I, uhm...I think that's it. I don't have many friends, so I can't tell you much about me with friends, I guess..."

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_ The weird thing about our story is it doesn't really begin with us. You see, our family was a pretty powerful family, only topped by the top-of-the-line Hawthornes, Mafia, Yakuza, and the like. We're the richest family in France. As such, we were prone to that whole "marry for business" thing, and Mom was set to marry some Swiss guy. I don't know much about this, other than she met a man and slept with him for a few weeks. Then he had to go when autumn hit, and after he left, she found out with was preggo. The Swiss guy called off the engagement, and my grandpa was angry. He tried to get her to abort (but obviously, she didn't). Now, for the awesome part: we were born.

Fae and I were born as happy, healthy babies on June 22, exactly 20 years ago. I was nine pounds, eight ounces, and she was nine pounds, two ounces. Always a little more petite than me. So, anyway! We were born, Mom was happy, and Grandpa wasn't. You see, once we were born, he had two options: make Mom the next-in-line, let the fortune die, or get his wife (who was already through menopause) to have another kid. So, he was kind stuck on giving Mom the ring that meant she would take over as head of the family once he died. Fae and I had a pretty good life for the first half.

Our tenth birthday was when things got a little wonky. You see, The Madame wasn't my mother's mother. She married Grandpa shortly after Mom's birth because my Grandma died in labor. She never really liked us, actually. She would beat on me (because if she went near Fae, I was gonna tell Mom) almost daily for one mistake or another. Grandpa never asked, and Mom always asked, but I never told her about The Madame. It would only cause problems. So, up until we were ten, everything was 'business as normal.' A few days after we turned ten, I woke up to a scream. Grandpa had left The Madame to take care of me and Fae, and she'd given me a fresh round of bruises in that time, so we had just been asleep for about an hour. I told Fae to stay in bed, and went to check out the scream. I looked around the upstairs, then peeked around the corner, down the grand stairwell. Lying at the bottom was The Madame, and I skidded down the stairs, yelling Fae's name. The Madame was reaching for me, trying to hit me for not coming to help her sooner, and Fae was calling the paramedics. As ten-year-olds, there wasn't much that we could really do, other than try to find a way to support her head.

By the time the paramedics arrived, her body had already started to cool, and we had watched the life drain from her eyes. Mom and Grandpa came in, Grandpa demanding an explanation. At ten years old, we said what we could, not entirely sure what to make of this.

Okay, so here's about where I should tell you about Frère. He's a stray dog that Fae and I rescued when we were eight. The name means "brother," and I'm still not sure why Fae named him Frère, but I'm glad he was there. Fae always had a dream about raising animals and becoming an amazing animal person - a doctor, a breeder, and a trainer. This way, she could do everything for animals. Frère was actually our first, and we still have him...kinda. Now, after The Madame died, things got a little weird in the house. I know, you're not going to believe me and say I'm making this up, but I'll tell you anyways. For a few nights, everything was kinda calm. Grandpa was in mourning, and he went out to drink for several nights. Mom was always out, trying to find him and make sure he was alright. I really wish Grandpa hadn't left, as well as Mom. When they left, we heard things. There were voices, there was chattering, howling...everything seemed evil.

It was about a week later that it all started. We heard the stairs creaking, and figured that Mom or Grandpa were home. Then, there was silence, and a scream, exactly like when The Madame fell. Fae and I both when to look at what had happened. We saw The Madame at the bottom of the stairs again, but this time...this time...when she saw me, she started to get up. She shifted, and she stood, then started to drag herself up the stairs, her head at an odd angle as she cursed my name, called me a murderer. Fae and I were so scared we didn't even move. Fae was the one who managed a word as she reached the last three stairs. "AIDE!" she screamed. We heard her brushing against the stairs noisily. Two steps...one. She had reached the top, and was now pushing herself onto her feet, but then she was suddenly going backwards, down the stairs again. We heard snarling, and as The Madame went down the stairs this time, she seemed to go right through the massive bull mastiff we'd come to know as Frère. He wasn't looking at us, though. He was glaring down at The Madame, snarling as she wailed.

This happened once more, the next time Mom and Grandpa left. However, we'd been sneaking Frère inside, the second Grandpa would leave. We couldn't deal with that again. That seemed to take care of the problem the second time, because as soon as she started to drag herself up the stairs, Frère confronted her, and she faded away. We never saw her again.

At age 15, Grandpa called me to his study, a room that I was rarely in. It usually meant I had done something wrong. He sat me down across from him, and stared at me for a while. Finally, he said, "We are not a family born of many rules. You know this, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Well, we do not follow the world's rules often either. We have done many horrible things, but it's for the family. Would you do the same?"

"Anything to hold the family name proudly on my shoulders."

About this point in time, he directed me to a man known as Xego. Xego was 20 at the time, and part of the Italian Mafia. He was a powerful man, and taught me all I needed to know about murder and how to get away with it. Robbery was simple enough too, in the case I needed to infiltrate something.

Now, I was raised alongside the Hawthornes. They have a fearsome title as well, and my true opportunity came on my 18th birthday. A test, of sorts. The elder Hawthorne - Amadeus Leonardo Hawthorne I - called the home, and I was told to answer it. When I did, he said that he needed a favor.

To this day, I refuse to talk about it. It wasn't gruesome in any way, but I'd rather keep my criminal activities secret...

I think I should explain my part too...I'll go to our eighteenth birthday, since everything was accurate from his description. With Frère at my side, we took a boat to America, because neither Dan nor I really like flying. We went on a train to get the rest of the way to Seattle, where I was to study at a University. It was all part of a trust fund that my Grandpa had set for us, that we could go to whatever University we liked. I really wanted to go to America because Dan wanted to stay in France. I know it's horrible to say, but he gets so cumbersome sometimes...In any case, I was really happy, though it's unfortunate that, before he died, he sat down and made my schedule for all four years with me. I was given several advanced courses, but did my best at them with the intention of being Valedictorian. I think a lot of people thought I was snobby, 'cause I don't talk to very many people other than my teachers. In truth, I don't know what to say.

During the school year, I took residence in an apartment that was literally across the street from the school. I didn't have a car because I had never really learned how to drive, and thankfully, Grandpa (and after my first year, Mommy) paid for everything I needed as far as residence went, including a card to which they wired an "allowance" so long as my grades were maintained.

At my sophomore year's end, we had a problem. Frère and I were taking a walk. Long ago, I had stopped using a leash for him, because I knew that he would always stay with me. It's just something that I learned a really long time ago. So we were walking, and these three cheerleaders are following me, and I didn't really notice until they were right behind me. Frère started growling, so I stopped to look at them, and they suddenly surrounded me. They were growing fangs, and their legs changed, and Frère was trying to keep between me and all of them, but since they were a circle, it was hard to do that. Suddenly, I could smell cigarette smoke. I know, it's a very weird thing to notice, but I knew a few businessmen who smoked, and it was always a bad habit to notice that in particular. Then an arrow pierced one the cheerleader's shoulder, and she screeched.

"Ms. Chandler, perhaps you'd like some help?" a familiar voice asked, and everything seemed to pause, as I looked at one of my teachers, Jacob Arkwright. He was my teacher for History of War, and one of my favorite teachers. I actually had a few more classes of his that I was adding on to my workload in the next few semesters so that I could take his classes. He was holding a bow, notching another arrow as a cigarette hung from his mouth. When he released it this time, it pierced the cheerleader's chest, and she screeched as she dissolved into some form of yellow-brown powder. Frère launched on another one, and I - quite embarrassingly - squeaked as I narrowly avoided the claws from one trying to grab me. Just as Professor Arkwright shot another arrow - which made this one dissolve too - the last one was mauled by Frère's mighty jaws, and it disintegrated. Professor Arkwright took his time to finish his cigarette before he actually approached, looking at Frère. I couldn't really guess what he was going to say, but hopefully one of his little dry remarks. Anything to make the situation better.

"Come on, we have to go to New York. I don't think they'll let him in, but we'll have to see," he commented dryly. It didn't take long before we were off toward New York. He took the duration of the trip to explain what had happened - that I was a demigod, that he was too, that Frère was actually a Hell Hound, that the Greek gods exist, that I was attacked by Empousai...Way too much information about my family history at once. He was casual about it, so it was easy to assume that he had done this before.

When we finally arrived in New York, we took a taxi out into the rural roads, and told him to stop in the middle, where he and I got out. I was almost afraid that he was going to do something weird - like, kidnap me, even though he'd never displayed any sort of compulsion like that ever that I knew of - when we got over the hill, and an entire camp was displayed before me. Professor Arkwright took me over to Mr. D, the camp director, and Chiron, the activities director. Chiron was a centaur, and Mr. D was...well, Dionysus, the god of wine. They were playing pinochle at the time, I think. But I informed Chiron about my twin brother, who had to be a demigod if I was one too, and they told me to call him.

I'll finish this up here. So, there's this teacher, Jacob Arkwright, and he was feeding my sister some c**k-and-bull story about demigods and Greek gods and all, and she told me I had to come and see whatever-it-was, so I took the first boat to New York City, USA. I was taken to Camp Half-Blood, and since we were twins, it was impossible for one of us to be one, and the other not to be. I learned about the Greek gods in relation to mortals, and was eventually claimed by my real father, Hades. I actually enjoy the Camp a little, though it's my first year, and I'm still helping my mother run the business during the school year. I need to finish my schooling, after all...
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