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Nadya Lunălescu

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Name: Nadya Lunălescu

Birth Name: (Martiya) Nadya Karela
Nick Names: Moonbeam, Hands (as in sticky hands), Rază de lună

Aliases: None
Calling: Gypsy Princess of Thieves
Known Relatives: László Karela (Father), Nicu Lunălescu (Husband; deceased)
Nature: Rogue

Age: 16
Gender: Female
Ethnic Background: Vlach Roma
Nationality: Romani, Romanian
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 111lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black; often dyed or streaked red
Handedness: Left
Distinguishing Marks: Vertical Bridge piercing; Twisting and flowing tribal pattern tattoo with abstract star and moon designs that goes from back and curves around one flank;


Appearance: Nadya is a slender and petite young woman with the sleek, wiry tone of a dancer or rhythmic gymnast and moves with enchanting grace. She inherited her fair skin and inky black hair (though often dyed or streaked with vivid red or blue) from her father and her fascinating gold-flecked green eyes from her divine mother.

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Attractive if not divinely so, Nadya has an eclectic fashion sense, wearing everything from traditional and/or romanticized Romani garb to casual jeans and shirts to wild clubwear, with a mild gothic taste. She often mixes and matches them together, sometimes in layers. She has a preference for colourful clothing as well as dark, rich tones of black, blue, purples, and greens when she's on a heist - and fully willing to colour palettes too. Quality ranges from second-hand and generic brands to high-end labels.

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In addition to her vertical bridge piercing, Nadya also has several piercings in each ear (and occasionally plugs), varies between eyebrow rings and snake-bite piercings (rings through her lower-lip on either side of her mouth, a navel piercing, and piercings in more intimate areas. She loves jewelry and wears it often - if you have it, what's the point of hiding it away?


Personality: Gypsies all being thieves and vagrants is a complete fabrication created by those who were different than they. That said, Nadya is a thief, the daughter of a thief, once married to a thief, and rather proud of it. Nadya is a vivacious and worldly young woman, if still lacking her father's - let alone her mother's - gifts with people and social manipulation... yet. A streak of brashness and curiosity sometimes leads her into trouble, which she doesn't always escape unscathed.

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Though she isn't the most traditional of the Romani - indeed, far from it - she does still deeply respect the culture she was raised in, adhering to many of their cleanliness taboos and beliefs, yet poses the flexibility to learn new ways and learn of new cultures - though getting used to the cats all over the place is still a great trial to her. She also has a great faith in kuntari, a universal balance, where everything has its natural place. She also believes that sometimes the universal balance needs help evening the scales - if something extra happens to end up in her pocket, well, it's only to help balance the scales.

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Thanks to her father, she also believes in wealth redistribution and equality. Earning wealth through hard work (theft and cons can be hard work too, you know!) or other means is well and good. Spending it for fun, joy, and to make a good life for family and friends is well and good. It is those who grasp wealth and hoard it, hide it, so it serves no function save to sooth one's vanity and greed that Nadya finds anathema and who she and her father targeted most.

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Having spent most of her life traveling Europe and further afield, and already being married and widowed, Nadya finds many of the Scions at Six Rivers sheltered; they may have faced myths made real and trained hard to be worthy of their Godly parents, yet they seem to know little of the world. Nadya blindly overlooks that despite what she has endured and experienced, she is only sixteen and doesn't know as much as she thinks.

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Her natural gregariousness and bright spirit has been subdued since coming to Six Rivers, due to burying her father, husband, and most of her kumpania, and adjusting to a new life. Formerly satisfied tweaking the noses of Titanspawn and their allies, and depriving them of resources to conduct their war in limited ways, Nadya realizes more is expected of her, from Bastet and the other Gods, and now, from herself.


Interests: Dancing; Traveling; Complete reality-show junkie (finds My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding utterly hilarious and ludicrous for how wrong it is); Reading, mostly towards current events and pop-culture, along with learning about other places; Gambling games, street-side con games, and stage magic - finds them fascinating.

History: From the face of the Moon, Bastet looked down on the world, fathomless eyes falling upon one people, a people romanticized more than most, with no pantheon with a full claim on them, threads of Fate twisting around them in a pattern few could follow... but she could. A people who had keep the core of their culture and beliefs despite how far they had traveled, yet were adaptable enough to survive and not grow stagnant. She saw in them kindred spirits - the Pesedjet were an ancient culture, traditional, hide-bound, but she had adapted, turning from Solar goddess to Moon goddess, and more, as times and cultures clashed.

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Gypsies. Traveling People. The Romani.

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Bastet went among them in the guise of a beguiling and witty beauty and found among them a veritable Prince, an archetype of the near mythic Gypsy. László Karela had a silver tongue to charm any Gadjo, and a deftness to slip in and out of near anywhere, leaving the authorities scratching their heads long after they were gone. More, he was one of the rare mortals with the Sight to see the conflict brewing between Gods and Titanspawn, and had chosen to impede the Titanspawn as he could.

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Theirs was a whirlwind romance as they made their larcenous way across northern Africa. Bastet didn't reveal her true identity to him, but she knew he suspected she was much more. Their dalliance lasted a season, and a season later, when the baby girl showed up on the step of his caravan, László knew he was the father, and who her mother was.

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He give the girl the Other Name of Martiya - Spirit of Night in the tongue of the Roma - to trick illness and disease away, and named her Nadya. Though they had a home in Cluj, they spent most of their time traveling all over Europe. He raised her himself, very odd as a single father among the Romani, teaching her of her people and their history.

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He also began teaching Nadya his own skills, preparing her in his own way for what he - but few others among the mortals - knew was out there. Mostly the ways to get into and out of places people didn't want you too, and a bit of brawling and knifework to defend herself. He also instilled in her a zest for life - If one did not truly live, why fight at all? Nadya was picking pockets and shoplifting by six with other children - who may or may not have been Romani as well - and was helping her father with heists by the time she was nine - as a lookout, and being able to fit in places he couldn't, if needed.

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When she was eleven, Nadya was Visited by her mother for the first time. Nadya and her father were infiltrating the Egyptian section of The British Museum, recovering a selection of artifacts dug from Tell Basta. Though on display, the artifacts were privately owned by a collector called Onuris Beshara. In fact, the artifacts had been stolen from their real owners, who had been murdered. And Onuris was in fact a Scion of Anubis who was secretly aligned with the Titans. And his hoard was not unguarded.

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With the weight of Legend from all the relics of Ancient Egypt pounding down on her as she ran and hid through the eerily silent and empty halls and displays of The British Museum, little Nadya managed to escape the pair of serpopards that had been set to guard the artifacts, scampering through ducts the lion-serpents couldn't fit through. It took all she had learned from her father, stretching her limits to their fullest, but they had done it, even leaving behind a sixteen-spoke wheel (symbol of the Romani) spinning like a top. And evidence of Onuris' duplicity.

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Exulting with victory, Nadya was waiting at their meeting place along the Thames, Bastet made herself known to her daughter, explaining the true state of affairs and awakening the ichor flowing through her veins, thrumming in resonance with the Legend permeating The British Museum. The goddess admired and encouraged the activities of her daughter and her daughter's father, but now, there would have to be more. Those who could sneak in unseen were also in a position to find out secrets that could help the Gods in their war. As a gift, Bastet hung a simple amulet around Nadya's neck, hers to give since it had belonged to one of her high priestess' long ago, the Eye of Night.

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Nadya was even more thrilled and enthralled, if discomfited that her mother was a goddess of cats, which to Romani, were unclean creatures. But not all was well that night. Her father had been injured, poisoned from a bite from a serpopard. He did not die, but a leg was weakened, limited his movement. Since that night, Nadya began perpetrating most of their heists, with her father helping, though he still most of the planning.

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Over the following years, Nadya had many adventures, some mundane - if still exciting - others fantastic and terrible and nearly disastrous. She spoke to a sphinx and answered its riddle (with help from her father). Visited the Great Sphinx of Giza, traveling through the Touchstone to Las Vegas (which was awesome!), racing another Scion for a manuscript that was intended to go on auction and contained details to a titanspawn plot. Penetrated the security of Hohenschwangau Castle, stealing a great, golden diamond from a grasping dwarf, and in the process freeing a band of sprites who used the diamond - which was in fact, not a diamond - to access their faerie mound and who decided to swear allegiance to the Scion of Bastet. She encountered another Gypsy Thief, Nicu Lunălescu during another heist - relieving a former Nazi of his fortune made during WWII.

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And more, each time leaving behind a spinning, sixteen-spoke wheel. Noises were made, condemning the Romani, but there were always such, and mostly, those who cried foul were the biggest thieves, the common man taking delight in their plights.

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A year later after meeting Nicu, crossing paths more than once in that time, when she was fifteen, Nadya married him; Nicu was nineteen, who was enthralled with the witty and worldly and exquisitely graceful young woman. Stories of her antics were spreading, though few knew who she was in fact. Nadya and her father joined Nicu's kumpania, who were also had a loose regard to the details of property laws.

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For almost year, Nadya lived in bliss, with another man at her side. There were setbacks of course; she lost a child when four months pregnant when injured in a fight with terrifying mulo (undead) in the crypts of an old church in Vienna. But on the hole, traveling with a kumpania of her own instead of flitting from one to another when it was just her and her father was a Godsend.

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But it wasn't to last.

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Traveling back to their hometown of Cluj, the kumpania stopped to camp at an old, abandoned castle high on a cliff, Poenari Castle, often used by the Romani in Romania. It held to horror to the Romani, knowing the claims it was the real Castle Dracula had no basis in truth. But this time, there was a Scion among them.

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It was her sixteenth birthday, the music quick and lively, the entire kumpania dancing.

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The scent of her divine blood woke an old Vyrkolakas buried in the depths of the ruined castle, weak with hunger - it had not tasted Scion or virgin blood in centuries. So began a night of horror - though weak and hungry, the shimulo was too strong for Nadya to face directly, who had never been a true warrior, but rather a thief and rogue.

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So she tried to lead it away, draw its attention, while the kumpania tried to escape. In frustration, the Vrykolakas turned on them - finding few to feed its hunger since there were few children in their kumpania and the Romani tended to marry young - until she faced it. Most lost their lives.

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And still, Nadya tried to distract and lure it away, moon and shadows hiding her until tricking the shimulo into a trap - a circle of flame created with extra gasoline for their caravans and motor-homes in the courtyard of the ruined castle. She, her father, and her father-in-law kept it hemmed in with symbols of their faith, crosses - their believed in God, though were only Christian in name to appease government bureaucrats - and the sixteen-spoke wheel, and kept the fire burning until daylight, when the purifying light of the sun burned away the unlife animating the shimulo.

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To make sure, Nadya drove iron needles into its rotten heart, placed steel coins in its mouth, over its eyes and ears, and between its fingers and drove hawthorn stakes through its legs before burying it deep and fashioning a cairn to heavy stones. Then she got to work to burying all the dead by herself - including her husband Nicu, and her father, who hadn't survived his wounds - giving them all due ceremony and consideration, so they wouldn't be cursed to rise as Mulo or Shimulo too.

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As night fell and the first beams of moonlight struck her tear-stained face, Bastet visited her daughter for a second time, truly regretting what had passed. Nadya didn't curse her for not being there - one prayed to God, but it was those by your side you relied on, your family. She revealed that Nadya's Legend was growing faster than her skills to defend and promote it.

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Nadya had run free among the Romani for too long, but there was little for her among them now. Truth, though the remnants of her kumpania were grateful for who she had saved and putting down the Vrykolakas, she was now considered mahrime, unlcean, since it had been her blood that had wakened the shimulo. But there was place were Nadya could learn about the other half of her blood, a place were she could develop her skills in relative safety.

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Six Rivers.

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With a last lingering caress on the grave markers belonging to her father and her husband, Nadya collected her few possessions she really cared about - holding onto belongings of the dead as mementos wasn't done among the Romani - walked back to Bastet's side, then was carried up to her palace on the moon, and from there to Six Rivers, to begin a new stage in her life...

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Birth Name: Grimsley Algar
True Name: Grimsley Algar
Aliases: Grim
Calling: Cunning Magus
Known Relatives: The Aesir
Nature: Loner

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ethnic Background: North European
Nationality: British
Height: 5’10
Weight: 140 lbs dripping wet
Eye Color: One glacial blue, the other deep green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Handedness: Left
Distinguishing Marks: Grim has a number of fine scars on his hands and forearms.


Appearance: Having recently grown taller but no broader, Grim is a lanky, raw-boned boy still very much waiting to fill out into young manhood. His face is lean and angular, the planes of his features hardened further by the seldom-wavering look of wry detachment he wears around others. He rarely smiles (and when he does it is rarely a pleasant smile) and his mismatched eyes and steady gaze are unnerving at best.

Personality: Grimsley’s persona matches his appearance. He is quiet, soft-spoken, and keeps his own counsel, preferring to be left alone whenever possible. He reinforces this solitude with acerbic wit and a softly unpleasant manner toward those he sees as ‘intruding’ upon him.

In truth, he is lonely, wishing he could reach out to someone but hamstrung by his insecure fear and utter distrust of the motives of others. His Visitation has not changed that overmuch: his father, the one who should care most about the youth, taught him only lessons of pain. So he drives people away, refusing to let them close enough to his person, or heart, to do him harm.

Interests: Studying the arcane and occult. Grim has known from an early age that he was born of a god, and lacking the size and strength to be a warrior he devoted himself to the battles of the mind. That said, he has been at the camp for long enough that his combat skills should not be underestimated. Not that he lets on that he’s become somewhat proficient, of course.

History:
Grimsley Algar has a perfect memory. He remembers every experience of his life. Most of all, he remembers his mother’s face. He remembers her green eyes and the tired smile she gave him before she closed those eyes forever.

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He was ten minutes old, and in her arms.

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His father whisked him away from the hospital and brought him to 6 Rivers camp, named him, then left. Grim spent the next 13 years being raised as a nascent Scion, never told who his father was beyond ‘one of the gods’, like most children of the camp. He was small, and skinny, and frail seeming despite the good diet, hard exercise and gruelling weapon practice mandated by the camp elders. He could barely lift a practice sword and shield, though seemed to cope better with staff or spear. His childhood was one of uphill struggle against stronger, more vigorous peers. The studying, on the other hand, though dry and boring to most was meat and drink to the starving mind of the young Scion-to-be. He would borrow tomes of lore and study into the night, his skinny frame showing surprising tirelessness in his pursuit of knowledge. His books and scrolls were his happiness, the satisfaction of outstripping his peers in this area his fortification against his loneliness. He became a solitary, withdrawn figure, occasionally either tormented by the cruel or approached by the kind. He kept his distance from both, and never let them see him cry, for cry he did when alone. Then came his 14th birthday.

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Odin, it seems, did not have high hopes for his son. The boy was insightful and smart, truly, but he was also craven in the eyes of his divine father, lacking the spirit a warrior chief should possess. There was little point waiting for him to grow further: by Odin’s reckoning Grim was as ready as he could ever be. So a test was devised, a test that would make the young man, or else allow his father to wash his hands of him. Permanently.

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The order came down through the camp elders: Grim was to undertake a quest to obtain the heart’s wood of the oldest, mightiest oak in the Black Forest, and dedicate it to the gods. If he refused, he would be cast from the camp and never be recognised by his mysterious divine parent. To the boy, this was just further proof that the cosmos was malignantly misaligned. He was no outdoorsman, no hunter. But Odin had perhaps misjudged his get, for Grim would not go quietly and abandon his birthright. With stubborn resolve and no little fear, he agreed.

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He was gone for a year and a half before he returned, and most assumed him dead.

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The details of the journey have not been told by Grim to anyone. All that is known around the camp is that he returned, not through normal means, but by simply walking from the woods one misty morning as all were breaking their fast. His clothing was tattered and worn, his hands and arms covered in hundreds of cuts. He was limping on a broken and hastily bandaged ankle, supporting himself with a rune-carved staff of wood so dark it appeared black and swathed in a too-big cloak. And he had changed. He stood taller, he was not as timid as before, though just as solitary. His gaze, always sharp and alert, was now eerily knowing. And hadn't both of his eyes been green when he left? Now, one of the rich green eyes was a steely grey, hard and piercing. When asked to tell of his adventures, he demurred. “I found the oldest oak, I obtained the heartwood.” is all he says when questioned to this day, in his quiet voice. And then he meets his questioner’s eyes until they shift their gaze.

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Birth Name: Jake Petruzzi
Calling: Writer and Protector
Known Relatives: The Atzlanti
Nature: Gallant

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ethnic Background: Italian
Nationality: American
Height: 5'8
Weight: 158 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Handedness: Right
Distinguishing Marks: None


Appearance: Jake looks far more Mediterranean, like a stereotypical Dodekathon Scion than his actual Atzlanti heritage, with olive skin, green eyes and a reasonable fit but middling build.

Personality: What if you discovered your family was a bunch of nasty serial killers? It's much what Jake is dealing with right now, aside from the basics of being the son of a God, and understanding how the World and mythology really works. The fact that his own father regularly kills people for their skins horrifies him, as much as the regular massive uses of blood for Atzlanti power.

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He understands all too well the need to stop the Titans, hell, he feels like the hero of some of his fantasy writings and wants to protect the World... but Jake can't believe that maintaining the cosmos his pantheon's way involves effectively abusing and destroying those you nominally are supposed to defend.

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What makes matters worse? Jake has been told, often and by exasperated Gods and immortals, that blood is ultimately a necessity - and his fear that he might be doomed to require blood in time has created such a mental backlash that he has not developed any ability in Itzli at all... in fact he cannot do so, until Fate deems him to have sufficiently overcome his fear.

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Jake is otherwise, brave, committed, creative and friendly, except with the more fanatic of his kin. That inspires heated comments and shouting matches.

Interests: Jake is someone who likes to read, having a well-rounded interest in history, fiction, and stuff like Masterpiece Mystery Theater, cop and law shows, etc.

History: The beginning follows a classic pattern. Woman attends a lavish party thrown Gatsby-style by some bigwig in March. Woman meets male guest, falls in love with him. Man ends up marrying her, and vanishes mysteriously several weeks after the birth of their child.

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That served as a crushing blow to Angelina Petruzzi, whose sense of lost love and Catholic beliefs on marriage made her regard the whole affair as a painful and shaming time... but she still took care of her Jake. She remarried when Jake was four, to ad agency writer Ned Scavini.

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Jake took after his stepfather, inspired to write and be a creative individual. But dedicated titanspawn and Fate intended otherwise. Not too long ago, NYPD officers responded to reports of a brutal home invasion, to find the horribly mangled bodies of Ned and Angelina. Jake Petruzzi was missing, and the the linked investigation remain open cases.

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What had really happened, as Jake saw it, two sooty, scorched giants of men smash in, brutally pulverize his parents and advance on him, horrified, retreating, when a familiar-seeming man appeared out of nowhere, and departed with Jake, pulling him out of the deathtrap just in time.

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Outside, Jake realized why that man was familiar - he'd seen the photo of his birth, one last memory Angelina possessed of his biological father. Xipe Toltec summarized things as best he could, and then brought his now Visited son to Acopa for a brief stay of a week before they transferred him to Six Rivers.

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Ironically, by that time plenty were happy for him to leave. Jake had gotten plenty enough sense of what kind of individuals the new family of his was - with all the spilling of blood, capriciousness - especially his father, who had casually slain the man Xipe Toltec had worn the guise of for his skin.

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Jake has despite his clear tragedies, managed to keep a smile and a determination to defend the defenseless... like he and his lost parents once were when the fire giants came.

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