| N E M O |
| Latin: no one, nobody |
| 22 Years - Young |
| ♂ |
| Prophet |
| Demisexual |
Nemo was born in a rural area in the state of Iowa, living with his two parents, Joel and Amy. However, when he was birthed, Nemo was a stillborn. His parents never imagined a scenario of this nature. They did regular checkups to ensure that the fetus remained healthy throughout the last trimester. His family was small; his mother an only child, and his father had one brother named Archer who lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn. Only his grandmother from Nemo's mother's side, who lives in the city near Archer, was the only one left as far as previous generations. A loss such as this was catastrophic to them.
Joel went to Archer seeking help, knowing his brother was a professional in dealing with supernatural phenomenon. Archer refused, informing that meddling with life and death only led to more punishment. Joel kept begging, brought to his hands and knees in tears , knowing that Archer knew of a method to bring life into his stillborn son, no matter how many times his brother kept refusing and telling him to move on with his life. Reluctantly, Archer succumbed and informed Joel of starting a deal with a demon, but Joel had to be ready to offer his life for his own son. With slight hesitation, Joel agreed, if a life for a life were the case , he knew his son must live on. When discussing the topic with Amy, she was distraught of the fact that a life had to be taken, but Joel reassured her that it was for the right thing and his role as a father would be accomplished by this task, and how Amy had a role of his mother to care for him in his absence. With just as much reluctance as Archer, Amy agreed to Joel's plan. With Amy's permission, Archer would then inform Joel of what he had to do next.
Joel waited on an empty dirt crossroads in rural Iowa, bringing the ingredients needed and drawing the necessary sigil to summon a demon. Several minutes later, a small woman with fair skin and dark raven hair appeared before him. She wore a black dress meant for a wealthy dinner party, and yet here she was in the middle of nowhere. The demon looked rather bored of her situation, this would be like any other deal in her perspective. That is, until she heard the true name of Joel's son whom he wished to trade his life for, a spark of interest glistened in her eye. However, she refused Joel's offer, and selfishly, Joel offered the life of his wife as well, for them to live until Nemo turned eight. The demon then accepted his deal and kissed Joel to seal it.
He arrived back home with a somber expression, going up to his wife to inform her that not even deal has been done but she was included as well. Confusion and grief merged into one, she was speechless, was a demon so evil to ruin the life of a child. Joel reassured her that Nemo was special from the very beginning, and probably would do certain things that were not humanly possible and the demons were jealous. In the silence after Joel spoke came Nemo's cry that he was alive and awake, and in that moment, nothing else mattered except for their living, breathing son.
Nemo had more health problems than behavioral as he grew. He was born albino, so his ghostly pale skin could not withstand the brutal sun in the rural area. Nemo always looked sickly from his complexion, even though it wasn't the case, so no matter what the weather, whenever he roamed, Nemo would always wear a hoodie and jeans to cover himself up. His gaze caught people off guard the most, one eye a dull grey and the other a piercing, metallic blue. As a toddler, Nemo always had reoccurring nightmares of people he had never met and horrible events that led to their demise. He would sneak into his parents' bedroom and sleep in their bed for solace, and even though there wasn't enough space, they would allow him there for the rest of the night. Some nightmares he had a third person perspective, and watched in a corner of the room as someone was brutally murdered. In other dreams, he would take the perspective of either the victim or the murderer and wake once the deed was done. This led Nemo to attain a severe case of insomnia, until the premonitions started to occur during the day. If he were lucky, some days he would have very pleasant visions.
The day before Nemo's eighth birthday, his parents decided to celebrate it that night with his uncle Archer. They informed Nemo that he would be living with his uncle from henceforth, giving the excuse that the environment for him at home didn't allow Nemo to get any fresh air until a storm brewed, and that living in the city would give him a brighter future and plenty of shade from the harsh sun. Nemo reluctantly agreed to live away from his parents, they hugged him tighter than he expected and wept as they saw Archer take him into his pick up, waving goodbye until he was out of sight.
The road trip was extensive, Archer did not bother to speak to Nemo, giving one worded answers to whatever questions he asked him. It felt as though Archer had a grudge against Nemo or something of the sort. He drove through the night, stopping only for gas, until the reached the hustle and bustle of the city. It felt more claustrophobic, whatever nature was around was choked by concrete, brick, and asphalt. However, it was indeed cooler in temperature than the countryside, despite the sun being out. Archer parked in front of an old brick town home, with wooden wind chimes clacking together in a gentle breeze. He told Nemo this was his grandmother's house, and he would be staying here with her for the time being. She was a tall, thin woman sagging skin and silver hair, wearing brightly colored, loose-fitting clothes. She smelled awfully funny to Nemo, that old people smell perhaps, and was a huge believer in spirituality. She sensed something mystical about the boy, and Nemo proceeded to tell her about the nightmares he consistently had. His grandmother told him that it was gift, even though it felt like anything but. She gave him a dreamcatcher she had woven herself to try the lessen the nightmares. Nemo found his premonitions to decrease just by a small amount, but just so much allowed him to sleep. Nemo was homeschooled by his grandmother, and one day, she revealed a secret about herself when Nemo was ten. She practiced the mystic arts in her spare time, a witch is what others would call her. once taking part in a coven herself. His grandmother gave him an old, small book in which she was an expert in all the spells to which she only needed to think about the spell to cast them. He practiced them with small objects between his studies. One day, she came home from shopping with a white husky puppy with heterochromia, saying it reminded her of Nemo and decided to leave it under his care. He decided to name the female puppy, Tundra.
Nemo was more at peace in the city, as his parents predicted. There were the occasional sirens blaring in the distance, but it never bothered Nemo much. His grandmother had all sorts of novels, from Shakespeare, to Jules Verne, to J.K. Rowling. Nemo's original name was Godric but he enjoyed the novel by Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, that he wanted to name himself after Captain Nemo, his grandmother allowed it and so he was called. However, fate had been cruel to Nemo, and one dreary morning he found his grandmother having passed away in her sleep one morning. From a list of contacts, he would call his uncle to tell him the grave news, weeping on the phone as he did. Archer appeared in no time, living in the same neighborhood, and called a professional to deal with Nemo's grandmother's corpse. In the mean time, Archer told Nemo to gather whatever he needed to bring back to his apartment. He brought his favorite novels, his spell books, and some of his studying material as well as Tundra. Archer wasn't so keen on keeping a dog in his apartment, but he didn't have any trouble so long as Nemo took care of her.
Archer was never around, he used to appear once or twice a week just to leave groceries and have a beer before he left, but then he started showing up a few times a month. Now, he rarely is around, but Nemo has Tundra beside him for good company. In his absence, a rather major event occurred. Nemo tends not to leave the apartment too often, but he found himself struck by lightning within it, right through an open window. Nemo thought himself dead when a divine being appeared before him in the form of a bright light. A thunderous voice reverberated in his head as it deemed to be the Archangel of lightning, Barachiel. He promised Nemo that his gift of seeing a stranger's death was not a curse, calling him a Prophet, and that he would smite anyone that brought harm onto Nemo. As quickly as it occurred, the light dissipated and he was left alone with Tundra. Nemo believed it to be a dream, until someone grabbed Nemo on the streets in a threatening manner. The night sky was absolutely clear, but somehow a cloud began to form over the mugger and a bolt of lightning cracked down upon the other, burning him to a crisp. The thunder that crashed was almost unbearably loud, but what occurred that night made Nemo truly believe that he was a Prophet.
Nemo is a reserved and introverted individual, keeping to himself because of what he thinks of his unsettling appearance. He doesn't speak often, but when Nemo does, his voice is quiet and soft. He doesn't enjoy too much interaction due to fear of whether or not he will see the same people he grows fond of dying or being killed in his sleep. Nemo has problems with eye contact, but he speaks perfectly fine. However, when he's alone or around people he's most comfortable with, Nemo finds himself much more talkative and acting rather silly, using whatever telekinesis he's capable of to intentionally annoy whomever he feels comfortable with.
He enjoys:
-Rainy weather
-Libraries
-Cafes [Small shops in general]
-Music [Classical, Instrumental]
-Animals
- Loose clothing/pajamas
-Practicing spells and telekinesis
He dislikes:
-Sunny/hot/humid weather
-Crowded places
-Prophetic nightmares
-Noisy, shrill-voiced people
-People staring at him
Nemo was born an albino, looking like a living porcelain doll or rather a spirit, but he views himself with the lowest regard. His skin is a sickly pale tone, and the hair on his head, brow, and lashes are strikingly white. Nemo has heterochromia, one of his eyes is a piercing metallic blue and the other a dull grey. The lining of his eyes appear to be a reddish-pink, looking as if he just wept, but in actuality he could be feeling completely normal. Due to lack of pigmentation in his skin, the sun is his sworn enemy, being very easily prone to sunburns. When he does appear outside in stormy weather or in the late evening, Nemo is seen wearing a large hoodie with his hood over his head and dark jeans, and walking Tundra. Indoors, he likes loose, baggy t-shirts and pants, pajamas for days.
T h r e a d s
[ O p e n ]
- Cassella
- Ness (Planning)
- Al (Planning)
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This is crazy, Legacy!
Her pelt stood on end and she barely breathed. By the grace of whatever gods existed, she'd somehow slipped in unnoticed. The library was fairly large, boasting two impressive stories. The low lit, calming lighting was quite inviting. Ordinarily, she would have lost herself in the thousands of books sitting proudly on display. But alas, she found herself stalking the one person who could lead her to her. The old, rancid witch who stole something very important to her. She'd served her time. She'd lost so much. She wasn't going to lose this. She'd spend all nine lives exacting revenge if she could.
But you asked for this! A cruel voice reminded her. Legacy's ear twitched, fighting the urge to shake her head to clear her thoughts. Faintly, she could hear the pages of books turning, the quiet hum of conversations, and...was that the sound of a dog? Her ears tilted back, trying to catch it. Yes. Heavy paw-steps on concrete. Outside, it seemed. She detected the huff of its breath as it panted. But it was outside. That was good. Dogs tended to find cats a strangely irrisistable target.
Legacy's muscles ached from remaining so still in her little corner. Her gaze remained fixed on the small red headed woman sitting at a table alone. She looked innocent, but she was anything but. Related to the horrid witch, she would surely lead her to the wretched creature at some point. They never strayed far from each other long.
Footsteps thudded closer.
Fox-dung!
Legacy slunk back, leaving her sheltered corner for another. This hiding spot found her slunk beneath the heavy blinds that helped block out the sun. Her fur pressed into the window pane. She was mostly covered in shadows, but if someone looked close enough, they'd surely see the cat hiding there. Or if a nosey dog happened to catch a whiff of her.
Please hurry up and leave! Legacy flattened herself as much as she could. Ears pressed flat against her skull. She stared at the red head, almost willing her to get up and leave. But alas, she just sat there, thumbing through a copy of who knew what. Her claws slid out in irritation, sinking into the carpet.
Her brow only raised slightly as Nemo made accounts of the things he dealt with on the regular. A demoness, a vampire, a ghost. The corners of her mouth twitched up at the last– she wasn’t the only one dealing with these sorts, apparently. These were the statements one won’t always hear from strangers. How much has he dealt with, and how much more? “Huh, not a lot to lose, I like that attitude.” she echoed with a nod, raising a cup before taking a sip. “Don’t worry about favors. Downtime’s playing hard to get these days, I gotta grab it at any chance I can get.”
Besides, he seemed keen on staying quiet. Out of trouble, out of sight, out of mind. That was enough for Cassella to be relieved. Everything else seemed like icing on the cake, and silvery eyes visibly twinkled at the mention of his dog. It was quite pleasant to just stop for a moment, and hear someone talk so fondly of such. Glancing about, she finally called the attention of the nearest server.
“Let's get you some more stuff to add to that. Sorry, I heard great things about their almond croissants.”
. . .
“Lead the way, Captain~”
With paper bags filled to the brim with boxes of pastries and some coffee to take away, Cassella was just as happy to leave as she breezed in. She could think a whole lot clearer now with her belly full, she claimed. An apology was warranted for even scaring Nemo from the get-go and whisking him away. Other than the impromptu immolation by the dumpster, her chirpy personality from the cafe along the way was more consistent. At that moment, if she was at peace, it clearly showed on a face that wore a heart on the sleeve, one that didn’t seem to hide much. Other than stories, perhaps.
So down the streets, they went, Cassella in tow. While she stopped every so often to look at various shop windows and boutiques that had her fancy, she was never a distance away.
“You sure it’s really okay? If you have folks living with you other than Tundra I hope they don’t mind.”
The calmness, while pleasantly unexpected after a grueling day, was something undeniably uncanny. Now she was the one who had questions. Maybe he was another sorcerer, roaming around here."Weirder days? What, you've seen noggins fly and roll around en masse as well or something?" There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in that voice. Skepticism, maybe, but mostly curiosity. "That guy was the farthest thing from alive. Not quite dead, either. Kinda in-between. And I could be using white phosphor, you know."
The element in question was quite explosive, not to mention near impossible to carry with bare hands safely. There was hardly any smoke, and this one was a fully controlled burn that hardly left its mark on the pavement save for the ash. The woman was clearly bluffing like it was second nature to be had, gently testing and observing the waters in a safe canopy of sweets. She was about to continue, gesturing for him to try out the gourmet macarons she had– the lavender lemon ones in the batch were apparently divine, and yet she paused.
He was giggling. Oh, what the hell, that's adorable. "I feel you." How could anyone even light up like this after what they just saw, unless a sight like that was almost the norm? “I gotta use a lot of glamour for that. Getting too much attention is bad for the job, you see," she said. Laughter was contagious for one who can smile easily, and she took a dainty sip of her tea just to keep that down without bursting, only to be caught off guard, one more time.
She visibly blinked, gazing down at the rippling reflection on the gilded cup. Cassella was used to being the one acting out impulsive decisions, anything other than that was typically met with surprise. "Do you… do you just let random people in if they ask nicely? I could be a serial killer or something and you're worried about the mess?" Well, the term was debatable. Her hands were far from clean, but she wasn't one to do it without any proper reason. "But hey, I appreciate it. I don't think we're both killers, the stars just figured it'll be nice to bounce two marshmallows together for a while. You’re saving my dignity right now."
One thing was for certain, however, she didn't really have any ill will towards Nemo, to begin with. "Man, it's almost like you knew. Next thing I know you’ll be doing some fortune telling too – wait– you got a dog!?"
That excitement on her face was visible if those sparkling eyes weren’t enough to articulate that.
"Walker, huh? Fantastic to meet you here, Nemo," she chuckled. A chirped formality for someone who looked rather murderous a little while ago. "I don't think you're 20,000 leagues deep in trouble, so don't worry." If anything, Cassella seemed quite happy that the young man was taking his pick with little to no hesitation, encouraging him to take more. What about whatever he wants to take home? There was no shortage of options once the menu was taken, and from body language alone she was ready to drag the nearest empty table for space if need be.
She herself has expensive tastes matched with a glaring sweet tooth and a slightly reckless habit of happily tapping a debit card away if food and tea were involved. The disheveled mess of garbs and tousled hair didn't seem to match that extravagant demeanor, but then, scraped and bruised appearances could be deceiving. Especially if someone was rolling around in street puddles and garbage bins. One thing was for certain, however, she was not a local to the city's apathetic whims. In that fancy little cafe, she was a fleeting ray of sunshine, even more so at the first indulgent taste of their black forest gateau.
“Must be a bit of a weird day, just going out for a walk, seeing a nice campfire, and getting dragged here.” The woman nodded sagely. "First of… how much of that did you see?" Typical Cass, with a query for a query. There was a brief moment of quiet as the tea was served, with her pouring the first cup for the boy she just whisked away.
"Second, it's not like every day I meet someone who's just as snowed in as I am! I thought you were a ghost when I saw you." Well, that wasn't a lie. "Might as well pause for late-afternoon tea and desserts nobody could say no to." And then there was the Illustres, bristling so much inside her head over this quiet presence. They weren’t one to be coherent during those days, but they just wouldn’t stop nagging the moment he walked in. A little bit of inspection won’t hurt.
"Third–" whatever she was about to say was already interrupted by sirens wailing from a distance. "Ohhh, there it goes~" she murmured, craning her neck slightly. The entourage of blinking lights didn't pass the street where they overlooked much to her obvious disappointment, but it was close enough to announce itself. As everything gradually quieted down, she finally looked back at him. "Can I swing by your place for a shower?"
She will most likely blindside anyone with that request.
“I know this evening is just getting weirder but my place is like an hour away from here. If I ended up being summoned for a meeting tonight I don’t think I should be looking like this. I got my own stuff handy and I wouldn’t snoop around too much, I promise.”
Do you have any Kibbles? o.o
"Oh, hey there pup!"
The boy's voice reflected a pleasant surprise. Kirishima crouched to a lower level and extended his hand out towards the canid, a stereotypical invitation to approach if the animal wished. Did he even notice the snow-haired boy that accompanied the dog? It was unlikely from the immediate looks of it.
He seemed a little more cautious of what she will do to his groceries rather than the possible commotion that has ensued, or the harm that she can cause. Can she rule that out as shock? For a young man who looked fairly calm on the sight of a human-passing carcass on flames, perhaps she was expecting… more. A little more elaborate, more substantial of an excuse other than a random dumpster fire. The woman looked unimpressed, but her lips were twitching. Was that amusement lighting up her eyes? Curiosity? She didn't seem to be too keen on calling him out in that regard, already darting away so casually towards the other end of the concrete path, before making a sharp turn to the right. Her steps were brisk, and for such small feet, she was quite fast, cloudy wisps of short hair bobbing along with the rest of her things.
"Nowhere too bad~" Her reply was a feathery chirp as she seemed to pat herself all over, each landing tap seemingly making her flicker. Before they knew it, she was closing into a busier lane. The woman merely spent a moment to pause, mercury eyes roving about to survey the high street, gathering her bearings. The drizzle of rain has set, each frigid drop was faster and bigger than the last. "Cassella." A name was finally uttered, her gaze sweeping back at him to see if he was still following her. "You can call me Cass! And we're heading right there."
The selection was obviously made on a whim. She was pointing out a cafe that stood on the corner of the block where they just emerged. To say that it looked inviting and warm was an understatement, from one glance alone perhaps it would be safe to say that this busy little place was on the higher end, with shelves upon shelves of pastries on display. Compared to most of those clad in sharp corporate or branded attires who went to and fro with cups of takeaways as they rushed about to avoid the inclement weather, this woman-- Cassella, in her smudged ensemble, looked rather displaced and worse for wear. And yet that didn't matter, for a city this preoccupied, most of the locals hardly paid any attention to most strangers.
Or maybe it was something else? One thing is obvious, however, this sort of inconspicuous getaway wasn't her first. "I don't think I ever caught your name." If the young man was still trailing after her to the cafe's toasty entrance, this capricious woman would beckon for him to head in, at the same time allowing him the liberty of selecting their spot he will feel most comfortable with.
"You can go wild and get what you like. It's on me."
Pale eyebrows twitched, as one look was cast at the flames. Smoke was certainly wafting out, the body still twitching all the while it was set alight. “I considered that, but I didn’t have much choice.” She sighed. “You know what, whether someone finds it or not at least he’s dead.”
It seemed like her hands didn’t go unscathed after all, parts of her fingers were already red from the superficial burn. With a sigh, she picked up the dropped grocery bag, taking a curious peek.”You already got marshmallows in here, and you gotta abandon a nice little bonfire.” The bag was handed over to him. “How am I supposed to believe that you’re not gonna tell on me?”
While it did seem like the initial hostility was dying down, she seemed pressed to hear an answer. Before she could get that, however, Cassella already perked up, faded hair bouncing on her shoulders. If she was sensing anything or anyone approaching, perhaps her body language alone can already say that.
“If someone sees you with that, they’re probably gonna think it’s you. Are you coming along?”
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