Eros Nau

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Name: Eros Olivia Nau
Nicknames: Liv
Age: 22
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: College Student (with continued training at Hammel) & Research Intern at Hammel
Powers: Pyrokinesis
Play By: Olivia Wilde

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Gray
Any Piercings? Left Rook, Right Eyebrow, Bellybutton
Any Tattoos? Art Nouveau Butterfly on Left Shoulder Blade in Orange, Red, White, and a small amount of Blue
Any Scars? One shiny ice burn across the back of her right hand.
General Appearance:

Eros has always stood tall and lanky, with her older sister’s hand-me-downs always hanging off her body as a small child. As she grew older, and her temper became more of a problem in Kocher, she took up a mixed martial arts program as a way to channel her anger in a form that would not hurt those around her. This added a layer of hard, sinewy muscle on top of the bone, and as a young woman has allowed her to fill out her five foot, ten inch frame and look healthier than she did in her younger days at a healthier one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. As she enjoys spending her time in either a Chemistry Lab or a kitchen, Eros most often wears her dark hair back in a ponytail, allowing her dark eyes to be illuminated by the fires she most loves spending her time around. The only time she is seen with her hair down is for special occasions, and as her skin is abnormally warm, she stays away from makeup in fear of her ‘face’ melting in a heated moment.

As for her clothes, Eros abandoned her sister’s baggy hand-me-downs as soon as she got a job and her own money. Today she favors skin-tight jeans, dark sweaters, and a pair of old combat boots, decorated with silver studs, that easily cover the bright, multi-colored, hand knit socks that her mother makes and sends to her regularly, in order to keep her warm. As a pyrokynetic, Eros is extremely sensitive to cold, and anything but the hottest days will send her scrambling for any of the myriad jackets and pea coats that she is never far from. On especially hot days, she will occasionally bear her skin in shorts and a tank top, or even a bathing suit, as she lays out like a snake, absorbing as many of the suns rays as possible.

Personality: Very blunt and no-nonsense, Eros has little time for small talk or meaningless conversations. Eros prefers to alienate herself from most other students, preferring to cling to her research and speak only when spoken to, keeping her head down as she works through a chemical reaction or does hours of endless research on her own time, trying to find new recipes to try. She loves cooking and baking, and can sometimes be opened up when someone seems truly interested in what she affectionately dubs ‘foodsperiments.’

Because she is often alone, Eros considers herself to have few friends, and believes that no one appreciates her. This causes her to be reluctant to make friends, and if she by chance does find herself in a conversation, will refuse to speak after the first time is she interrupted. Needless to say, the young woman takes herself far too seriously, even going so far as to always be ready for a fight – keeping her body in the best shape by continuing to practice martial arts and keep her body in the best shape.

Like many other people with her ability, Eros has a rather feisty temper, though has long since learned to control it. Although she will quickly walk away from something that is upsetting her, she will often brood on it for days until she can exercise her frustrations away. However, she does occasionally have outbursts, which are disastrous when faced. Eros will explode – literally. White hot flames streaming from her fists, while each step she takes has the potential to set the ground underneath her aflame. As a fierce fighter with a mostly under control temper, Eros is a force to be reckoned with when angry, sometimes needing to be submerged under boiling water for a moment in order to shock her into submission.

Likes:
Cigarettes
Explosions
Fireworks
Action Movies
Baking
Camping
Chemistry
Tattoos
Unreasonably Hot Water
Summer
Rock Music
Dancing
Soccer
Hiking
Krav Maga & other Martial Arts

Dislikes:
Cold/Ice
Winter
Rain
Being stuck inside on a hot day
Small Talk


Strengths:
Most Sports, Eros can learn pretty quickly
Anything in the kitchen
Fighting
Chemistry

Weaknesses:
Arguments
Relationships
Relating to People


Fears:
Dying Alone
Drowning
That her mother will die when she’s out of the country

Secret:Eros desperately wants a friend that she can confide in, though has no idea how to go about getting one.

Father:Cristoph Maximilian Nau, 58
Mother:Twyla Kathleen Nau, 55
Siblings:Artemis Elizabeth Nau, 25
Any Other Important People:Sylph, pet boa constrictor

Eros had a reasonably normal childhood, growing up in a mostly happy home with an older sister, Artemis, who is an accomplished Research Assistant at Kocher, an unforgiving father, Colonel Cristoph Nau, who suffers from a similar fiery temper and no-nonsense personality, and her mother, Twyla, who knew when her child was born shivering in the middle of a Texas summer that she was different, and loved her no less for it. The military family was relocated to Germany shortly after Eros’ birth, ensuring that both girls would be well acquainted with the language and culture. However, Eros could never get used to the winters. The strange things began happening when the girl was age 12, during an unusually cold summer in Germany. Twyla went outside where her daughters were supposed to be playing to find a large portion of the backyard’s snow melted, with her youngest daughter standing naked in the middle of the melted area, with flames at her feet. She was screaming, in German, at her sister, who had run behind the childrens’ old play fort and was crying, with scorched eyebrows and a large amount of soot on her clothes.

Twyla and Cristoph, naturally concerned, immediately sent their daughter to the best doctor that money could afford. After discovering her abilities, the couple argued over the two schools that they saw fit for their daughter. Twyla argued for Kocher, desiring her daughter to be near enough that she could come home often, and that she wouldn’t be subjected to the military lifestyle that the family had dealt with for so long. Cristoph, however, saw that Eros’ abilities would best be suited to war, and argued for the school in Russia, the name of which was not allowed to be mentioned in the house, unless it was Cristoph mentioning it.

In the end, with much arguing and an extensive visit of Twyla and the girls to a cousin who lived in Basil, it was decided that Eros and Artemis would attend Kocher, who, at the time* was offering a side-by-side education program for children, usually siblings of meta-humans, who aspired to be scientists wanting to do research on meta-humans. How they came to be, the genetics behind them, and whether or not the genes could be passed to offspring. Because the sisters were together, they grew very close, inseparable even, until Cristoph decided it was time for Eros to go back to America.

All was not well, unfortunately. Shortly after the girls’ movement to the Swiss school, Twyla was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, beginning a long battle that is even now continuing and close to it’s end. A round of Chemotherapy was tried, but Twyla decided that they caused her and her family too much pain and decided to make the move toward holistic medicine, intending to merely ease her pain until the end. She has lived for ten years, and Eros adapted to her mother’s new lifestyle quickly, doing as much work as possible to cook clean, preservative and sugar free dishes in order to keep her mother as helpful as possible. Artemis, meanwhile, is hard at work at Kocher, doing research trying to discover whether meta-genes could be introduced into the human system in order to cure certain maladies. Like cancer, for instance.

*Forgive me for creating canon – if you don’t like it, I can easily change it.

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The smell of baking bread filled the large kitchen. Eros’ mother, shrunken though she was, smiled as she sat in the armchair in the corner, her knitting needles clicking as she looked up, smiling, every so often at her youngest daughter, who was home for the summer and busy whipping up her mother’s favorite meal – a savory chicken pot pie, no preservatives or crap in cans, and a decadent, sugar free, chocolate cake that always had the entire family drooling. Along with that, a fresh loaf of Eros’ favorite sourdough bread sat cooling on the counter, fresh from the oven. The kitchen was a mess, and Eros, despite the pink and green patchwork quilt that she wore over her army green turtleneck and black, holey skinny jeans, was covered in flour. It was in her hair, on her clothes, and on the floor – where her bright green stocking-clad feet made obvious marks.

“WHAT IS THIS MESS?!” A deep voice bellowed as the front door slammed shut. Eros, who had previously worn a smile as she danced around the kitchen to music in her head, blushed deeply and put her head down, throwing all of her focus into mixing the cake batter. Cristoph entered the room, grumbling in German as he kissed his wife, who made soft, apologetic noises, on the cheek. He strode over to stand beside his youngest daughter, who kept her eyes glued to their feet, noting the contrast between her small, stockinged feet and his large, booted ones. She knew he stood in full uniform, bearing down on her as she slowly stopped her work and turned, raising her eyes to his shoulder, but no further. “Hello Father.” She mumbled, her voice, as usual, sounding hoarse and dry, as though she were in want of water.
“Here three hours and your already making a mess in this house? When are you planning on cleaning it?” He referred, she knew, not to the mess in the kitchen – they had a maid, and her mother loved Eros’ cooking, there would be no reprimand for that – he referred to her shoes, duffel, and backpack that rested on the inside of the front door. As soon as she’d gotten home, she’d helped her mother into the kitchen and had started cooking. “Es tut mir Leid, Vater, ich raeume jetzt auf.” She replied contritely in German. I’m sorry, I’ll clean up now. She moved to leave the room, but stopped when she heard her mother’s plaintive noise. “Oh Toph, let Artemis clean up – she’ll be home any moment and won’t mind. Please, Liv’s in the middle of making that cake you love so much.”

Cristoph softened, but only toward his wife and at the mention of his eldest daughter. He turned back to Eris and spoke gruffly. “Fine, finish your cooking. But don’t go up to your room after dinner. We have something to discuss.” He kissed his wife again and left the room, desperate to be out of Eros’ presence. She sighed, remembering the chakra breathing her counselor had taught her, and turned back to her work. She knew what this was about.

Later that evening, she sat on her bed in the bedroom she shared with her sister, resting with crossed legs on the flame-retarded blanket her parents had invested in whenever she’d started having flaming nightmares in third grade. She cried silently, the tears turning to steam as soon they left their ducts. “I’m almost finished…I’m almost graduated and she’s so sick…he can’t do this to me!” Artemis sat on the bed opposite, crying just the same, though nothing steamed off her cheeks.

“You know what this is about?” She fumed. “It was that fight, last semester. But that wasn’t even at school! I was…he was going to mug me!” She resumed tears, so many that it seemed though steam was escaping from her eyes. He just wanted her gone. She was just a freak to him. Her mother and her sister understood, but Cristoph never would. He was sending her to Hammell, using an attempted mugging as an excuse, so that he wouldn’t have to explain his freak of a daughter to anyone else. He was about to be promoted after all, and a Colonel Major couldn’t have any skeletons in his closet – at least in his European closet. In the States she would be less of an immediate threat.

Name: Caitlyn
Age:22
Experience: I’ve been role-playing on and off since about fourth or fifth grade – so it’s been a long time!
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Ready To Play?YESSSSS. I’ve been out of the game for more than a year and it’s time to jump back in with one of my old favorites