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andrew ; oliver ; dongsun ; persephone

001 ; Perseus - The Demigod

the legend that set him in the stars, but lingers over him in a haunting reminder of his place in the world that he has long lived and walked through alone. doomed to watch as all he loves crumbles and decays. he has not walked the path of his first life, ashamed to have abandoned his home to the ruthless grasp of time. and yet his story is retold, immortalised for the world to adapt and fawn over. but not he.

002 ; Uriah - The Wanderer

uriah seemed the most fitting and unassuming name. somehow he was able to carry it with him for all this time. it was his own given name that only those close to his heart will ever hear, or use. this name granted him his own identity beyond the stories and myths. gave him a place aside from his demigod status that although he never lost, he keeps to himself at all costs. not a single soul knows of his true heritage. oftentimes he forgets himself, and perhaps that’s for the best. wandering through history, time’s immortal witness to cataclysms, tragedies and mysteries the world today ponders on, still replay in his mind.

003 ; Alastor - The Artist

inevitably, among several names, alastor was one that stood out to him, and he often adopted as he travelled. It helped keep up the appearance of a fresh-faced wanderer who made himself homes in many abodes, kingdoms, stations. art, in many of its forms finally gave him the peace and escape that he so longed for. in art, in poetry, in painting, in writing he finally found his own sublime. it was the flexibility of this passion perhaps that allowed him the freedom to move as he willed, setting up workshops, studios, writing pens for him to revel in the beautiful things in life; big and small. many muses sat before him, inspired him, nature and human. and yet even surrounded by all these marvellous beauties, he could never give his heart to another, even those he was fond of. after all, soon they too, like all those that came before, would be one with the dust of time.

004 ; Rune - The Assassin

present day. a stack of poems. a drafted collection of essays and novels lining the desk. a half-finished painting on the easel. paintings collecting dust in the attic. a grecian warrior’s uniform, a shortsword, winged sandals, mirrored shield, and a gorgon’s head in a chest alongside them. and a little black phone that occasionally summons him into the darkest of deeds. they call him rune. a name so awfully specific yet such a mystery to hide himself in. it is a wonder how they never caught him. And it’s not a wonder that for that reason, the jobs he gets never ends.

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