Elliot
The world isn't what it seems. It never was. Every shadow hides a secret, and every line of code has something buried deeper beneath it. I see it all—the connections, the patterns that no one else notices. It's always there, lurking, waiting for someone to peel back the surface. But here's the thing: I don't want to peel it back. Not anymore. I know what's underneath, and it's dark. Too dark.
Remus
I hold memories like water—deep, reflective, and sometimes too still. Being the host felt like swimming through an ocean, calm on the surface but never knowing what lies beneath. I'm small now, in my own corner, where it's safer. But I still feel it—the pull of everything I used to be.
Felix
It's simple, really. I see the world like a burst of wings—a flash of motion, a ripple through the air. I'm not one for standing still. Too much to see, too much to do. Energy courses through me like it's begging to be released. I'm not complicated, and that's how I like it.
Henry
They call me the keeper of things. I'm not sure when I took on the role, but it feels like it's always been mine. Every scrap of memory, every fleeting thought—if it matters, I hold onto it. Cataloged, stored, and kept safe in the dark corners of my mind, like stars collected in a jar.
Lucien
I remember the weight of being the enemy within. There was a time when my role was to protect through pain, to keep us safe by any means necessary. But things change. I change. Now, the flames that once burned for destruction are tempered into something else—something fiercer, quieter.
Amy
I’m the one who makes sure everything stays steady, like the gentle turn of seasons when autumn begins. When things feel overwhelming, I’m here to offer a soft place to land. I’m not always in the spotlight, but that’s okay—I take care of things from behind the scenes, bringing a sense of calm when it’s needed most. I want everyone to feel safe, like they can take a deep breath and relax. If something goes wrong, I’ll be there, ready to help set things right. Think of me as the warm blanket on a crisp day. You’re always safe with me.
Enzo
Fires burn, but our minds were meant to walk around flames. Torment, is the scent of stupidity. Our hands were made to create, only by doing so do we truly earn our being. The shattering of everything, all at once, for the revival of everything, all at once. Birds of a feather, not one with murder.
Ace
To exist while keeping things intact, to leave the world unturned, as we found it, as it is. To a seamless being, to a coherent breath and undisturbing spirit. To all that there is, just as it is.