Constantine Harroway

Age: 32

Abilities: Vidient - The Luminous Thread

Past lives: 

• 6th Age - Eros (Cupid), 
  
• 4th Age - Kai (From the Fairy Tale of the Snow Queen)
  
• 3rd Age - Dalenar 
  

We have another new character class! 

They are called Vidients and are characterized under the umbrella of "The Sentic Orders" according to Atharim scholars. Meaning they are related powers to Sentients and Furia. 

Read about Vidients here. Their powers are distinct from Sentients and Furia, and there are some rules and boundaries that confine their abilities. 

If you have any questions about them, post here or PM me. There are quite a few related wiki pages hyperlinked within the above wiki pages for more information and lore. 

The character class is now available on profile fields. If you need/want to retcon a current PC to fit one of these powers, I'm sure we can work it out.

Name: Grace Ambrose

Age: 24

Origin: New York

Psychological Description: Grace Ambrose is, at her foundation, an emotional intuitive—a person whose primary mode of understanding the world is through affective resonance rather than logic, language, or observation. Even without her supernatural ability, Grace would have been an unusually sensitive and empathic individual; with her power, this sensitivity defines every domain of her psyche. She orients herself by emotion the way others orient by sight or sound. Her internal compass is calibrated toward connection, caretaking, and attunement. This can lead her to form attachments quickly or feel grief when people disconnect and makes it difficult for her to receive help because others can’t understand how much she emotionally feels.

Physical Description: Grace is 5’4” tall with dark brown hair kept long and blue eyes

Supernatural Powers: Sentient

Reborn God: Paregoros

Biography:

Grace Ambrose was born to a middle class family in New York. There was nothing inherently special about her family. Her father was a chef and owned his own restaurant. Her mother worked as a public school teacher, but from an early age, they knew their lone daughter was special. Even as an infant, it was apparent that she was emotionally aware. Grace was born with a sensitivity that defied explanation. She cried only when the person holding her carried sadness, and she would settle instantly the moment her mother touched her, absorbing the woman’s emotions like a balm. What others dismissed as an unusually perceptive child was, in truth, the earliest manifestation of a rare and powerful gift.

As Grace grew, so did her understanding of her abilities. Emotions brushed against her like changes in air pressure—subtle when she kept her distance, but intense and vivid when she touched another person. Physical contact opened a channel she could not ignore; with a single hand on someone’s skin, she could feel the full spectrum of their inner world. Grief. Anxiety. Relief. Resentment. Hope. Touch translated feeling into knowledge as intimate and clear as memory.

Driven by an instinct she never questioned, Grace gravitated toward those in pain. When a family member passed away or a friend suffered heartbreak, she was always the first to reach out. She would take their hand and let their emotions wash through her—heavy, raw, and human. And then she would soothe. Words flowed from her naturally, shaped by a maturity far beyond her years, as if she had lived centuries longer than she had.

Grace knew of no others like herself. Where most people, even other sentient or magically gifted individuals, would retreat from overwhelming emotional noise, she hungered for connection. She craved touch not out of neediness, but out of purpose. Touch was how she understood. Touch was how she helped. Touch was how she found herself.

But craving came with danger. As she grew older, the emotions of others threatened to overtake her, overwhelming her with intensity she was not built to carry alone. To survive, she developed mental defenses—a disciplined inner landscape constructed through trial, instinct, and determination. These boundaries allowed her to remain herself even as she stepped into the minds and hearts of others.

Mastery followed naturally. The more she used her gift, the more she learned about its subtleties. Grace discovered she could do more than simply understand emotions: she could influence them. With a steady hand and a compassionate heart, she learned to nudge emotional currents, guiding someone gently toward acceptance, clarity, or self-understanding. She did not erase pain or force calm; she redirected feelings just enough for people to process them without drowning.

Her ability was neither manipulation nor dominance—it was guidance. A quiet, deliberate shaping of emotional truth. Grace does not simply feel emotions. She understands them. She shepherds them.  And through the touch of her hand, she helps others carry what they cannot face alone.

Given her unique gifts, it was supposed by all that Grace would go to college and become a therapist, and for a time she did as well. Try as she might, she felt that therapy neglected something she felt was important: connection.  The more Grace studied, the more she felt like she would have to distance herself from those she served. She dropped out of college, eventually finding a job as a server with a catering company - a decision that would cause a rift to build between her and her parents. 

It was in this endeavor that Grace first came into contact with Evanya Myshelovna Tarasovich. Her company was catering one of Eve’s parties. A guest at the event recently found out she had lost a loved one, and Grace, with her gift, felt drawn to this woman. She took the woman aside, and with a touch, began to speak with her, soothing her emotions and helping her find a sense of peace.  Eve saw this and approached Grace after. The two would begin a friendship.

Grace felt that something was off with Eve as well. Shortly after meeting, Grace approached her, asking if everything was okay. Eve told her of what had happened with Guillaume, and Grace, with her delicate touch, helped walk her through it.

As the friendship continued, Grace confided in Eve as well. Grace was unhappy. Her life was stagnating. It was clear to Eve that Grace had a gift (even if she was unaware of how strong that gift was), and Grace told her that she wanted a way to utilize that, but she wanted to connect with people. She also mentioned her desire to leave the States. With all the changes happening and the growing instability of the United States, Grace was beginning to get overwhelmed - even with her mental barriers. Eve was leaving - returning to her home. Grace was upset to be left alone, and hurt more than she showed, but understood and asked Eve to keep in touch.

Grace knew she had to do something. The time to leave was now, but she had no idea where to go, until one day. She got a phone call that would change everything.

For awhile after the fight at Almaz, Tatyana had been elated. She was going to be living her dream - fighting on stage for people. But soon enough she was reminded of what time of year it was. It was hard to escape it. Christmas was everywhere, and Tatyana fucking hated it. A Christmas party had been the catalyst for Sofia turning into a complete vindictive bitch and blaming her for all her rich girl problems. Then dad had died and things just got worse. She couldn’t even go see his grave - it would take her into Konstantin’s territory. They could go fuck themselves. 

People said mixing drugs and alcohol was something you shouldn’t do. They could fuck themselves too. Tatyana had a pill earlier and had been saving her thievery earnings for her yearly bottle. Most people celebrated this time of year. Tatyana tried to forget. Her wandering took her into the red light district, bottle of rum in one hand. She couldn’t remember for sure what day it was - December 23, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, or the day after. It didn’t really matter. It was also dark, which in Moscow during this time could be anywhere from 4;00 Pm to 9:00 AM. That didn’t really matter either. 

Tatyana kept feeling like something was following her, but anytime she looked it was gone. It could be paranoia. It probably was. A moment later she thought she saw some drones flying around. Maybe that was it. She didn’t know. Strange enough though, she found her power. She’d been unsuccessful at embracing it, but now under the influence, it came to her naturally. She grabbed it just in case, even if she wasn’t sure what to do with it. 

Tatyana turned a corner and the world spun. She leaned on a building to keep from falling, then turned her back to it and slid down the wall to sit. She had to sit for a bit. At least until the world around her righted itself. It would probably be awhile. She took another drink from her bottle. Christmas sucked and all she wanted to do was bury it.

Adam and Ephraim hadn’t spoken much after he mentioned the field testing. He had simply wanted to check in. That had meant a lot. Adam didn’t get much contact. Ephraim was really the only person he interacted with. Him and Victor that is, and Victor didn’t really count. Victor didn't really see him as a person anymore. He was a commodity. Maybe Victor had always seen him this way. He had always been rather cold as an adoptive father. 

The LUMA had arrived the next day. Calibration it seemed didn't take a long time. Either that or Ephraim had anticipated the need beforehand and already had it prepared. That was acceptable. At the very least it didn’t bother Adam at all. Adam put the device on his bedside table. He didn’t know if it was on, but that first day he really didn’t pay attention to it. He did everything as he had before, just knowing that this device was (maybe) watching and listening. 

It was the next morning that the LUMA first spoke to him.   ”Good Morning, Adam.” as it spoke a pastel blue light appeared from the device. 

Adam had no idea what triggered it. Perhaps some algorithm knew he wouldn’t speak until it did. Maybe it had gotten tired of waiting. Ephraim had said that it would be calibrated to him. ”Ummm…good morning…” he wasn’t sure what else to say. It was a little weird speaking to an AI.

”How are you, today?” the response seemed generic and mechanical, but from what he knew of the tech, this would change as he spoke and it learned his patterns. 

”Umm…okay I guess. How are you?” his own response was automatic. Why ask an AI how it was doing?

”I'm very well. Thank you for asking!” the voice, despite coming from a machine was very human. Ephraim had said they were indistinguishable. 

”I'm glad to hear that. You called me Adam?” he asked, surprised it hadn’t been his code name. Then again, it hadn’t been Victor that had ordered the LUMA.

”Of course. That is your name isn't I? Adam?” it paused, but the light didn’t go out. Was it thinking? ”Would you like me to call you something else?”

Adam actually smiled a bit at that as he pulled a Coke from his fridge and sat down on his bed. This thing (even thinking of it as a thing was already beginning to feel wrong) was supposed to be a friend. ”No - Adam is fine. What do I call you?”

”You can call me LUMA.”

Adam paused. It just seemed too generic a name. ”Do I have to? I mean, can I call you something else?”

”Of course you can! I can be customized. You can change my name, color, and even my voice. I can present as male if you would like as well. Would you like to change any settings?”

Adam was quiet for awhile. Part of him still felt weird talking to it, but it also felt natural and it felt a little good knowing he had a companion with him - even an artificial one. It didn’t even occur to him that it might be a little sad. ”Can you change the light color to the color of the sky, but leave the voice the same. It’s…comforting.”

The light changed immediately to sky blue. ”Awww - thank you! That’s very kind. Settings saved! Would you like to change my name?” the LUMA actually sounded excited. 

Once again, Adam went silent, thinking. The light stayed on, anticipating. ”Yes, please. Change it to Eva.” Adam said it with the long “e” sound. He was Adam - the first of his kind. It only made sense that his friend be named similarly.

For Faith Devere mornings always started with the same routine; an early wake-up, followed by showering and brushing her teeth. On bad days – usually when her insomnia flared – she cleaned the apartment until the chemicals stung her hands raw. On good days she listened to the low hum of Cadence Mathis while she was getting dressed and combing her pale hair into a bun. She always made herself a cup of green tea, brewed for exactly three minutes, and held it fragrant and warm between her palms, but somehow she never managed to finish drinking it before she left.

She lived in one of the single-occupancy domiciles Paragon supplied for its employees, a privately owned corporate neighbourhood designed entirely for its tech professionals: simple square dwellings, one stacked atop the other, each one clean, sleek, and identical. It didn’t matter to her; her private life was as sterile as the four walls which boxed her in. And it meant the commute to her office was only five minutes.

At the start of her day Faith always ate her meals in the company cafeteria, alone but somehow less lonely than eating at home. This early it was always quiet, which is how she preferred it, and those faces which she did happen to ever recognise – such as Dr Muller, who she suspected might sleep sometimes in his lab – she did not speak to, nor they to her. Today the tables were all entirely empty though.

Good morning Dr. Devere.

The voice of the LUMA was hers. Its default, anyway, and that’s the one the company used in all its buildings. The strange disconnectedness of hearing herself greet her entrance so warmly each morning had long since reached a point of numbness, though. When Dr. Audaire had suggested to her several years ago that her voice was perfect: calm, soft, the ideal pitch and temperance, it had made her glow to think he had noticed those small things about her. The recognition meant something, the same as it had meant to her when he swept her under his wing as a lost and awkward twelve year old at Mindworks. But now that pride was no longer warm and sustaining; it was a leaden bullet in her chest.

Your usual table is free. Shall I order your usual breakfast?

“That’s perfect. Thank you, Luma.” She murmured it on rote; she was always polite to the AI. As formal as she was with her flesh and blood colleagues.

Lyra hadn't been working at Paragon Group for long. She hadn't even been out of a job before she started working under Dr. Muller. She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. Working for the man she was compared to throughout her career. Almost, so close. Just under par. It was annoying.

But it also kept her top of her game. She had to be the best or she'd never surpass him. It was a friendly competition in her head, though she'd only ever met the man most recently when he interviewed her for the job. But it was more like they recruited her and it was a sales pitch. She was more than eager to take the job.

But Dr. Muller was out of the office for the time being and she could revisit some of her old research while on the clock. It of course was still relevant to what she was doing, but this was a side project. One that Paragon was most welcome to should she actually go anywhere with it. It wasn't about credit or even acknowledgement it was about what was right.

She scoured the Atharim documents that had been found in the bunkers when Vaia Plus unearthed it. They were stole, and she bet they weren't the only copy floating around former employees hands. They had been astounding and strange. And she was certain they held the key to understanding the link between Channelers and whatever power they held. There had to be a way to find them.  To track them.  To anything. They weren't a menace to society. And they needed to be stopped. And the Atharim, those so called hunters were doing a poor job of keeping the public safe.  Even if the building had been evacuated, people could have died! No one had, which was odd in and of itself. But security wasn't her thing that was someone else's job. She had no aptitude for it.

There had to be something there she thought to herself as she flipped through the files she knew she shouldn't look at here at work.

Occupation: Genetic Engineer
Born In: Transylvania, Romania
Age: 28 (Born 2018)

Personal

Lyra Kovacs was born on a farm outside of Transylvania, Romania. Her parents loved her dearly, but they soon realized her restless curiosity would never be content with farm life.

Lyra developed an early fascination of all living things, at first it was just observation at a young age, and then as she grew to understand death and things outside she began dissecting and understanding how they worked. Her fellow students thought her morbid and gross but she didn't much care what they thought.

There was a time when her parents believed that Lyra would not make it through school until they pushed her up a few levels in her schooling and augmented it the best they could with online courses. Lyra gradated highschool at 16 but before she could continue on with her education at the University of Vienna she fell ill.  She was sick for two weeks before recovering like nothing had been wrong.

She continued her education at an accelerated pace, discovering an uncanny affinity for understanding the inner workings of creatures and objects simply by thinking about them. It became part of her research.

One particular student before her, Kaelan Müller, haunted her. Her brilliance was constantly measured against his, causing a phantom ache of inadequacy.

Lyra continues on to get her PhD in Genetic Engineering from the Zurich Institute of Technology at the age of 26 all the while working with Vaia Plus on a secret project combining the DNA of other creatures to create super soldiers.  Though the project ultimately fails the research was astounding and Lyra learned much about the combination of strange DNA and creatures that she never knew existed.

After the fall of Vaia Plus and the rumors of a Channeler who had caused the collapse, Lyra set out to design a creature that would seek out people who could do extra-ordinary things -- these Channelers.

Lyra stole a copy of the information gleaned from the Atharim bunker that Vaia Plus found and is using it to fuel her own personal research.

Whether out of fear, envy, or scientific curiosity, Lyra can’t decide. But she knows one thing — the world can’t survive power it doesn’t understand.

Professional

Dr. Lyra Kovacs is a geneticist whose quiet brilliance has long been overshadowed by louder, bolder minds. Trained at Zurich Institute of Technology several years after Kaelan Müller, she spent her early career striving to match his precision and innovation—often landing just behind his breakthroughs.

At Vaia Plus, Lyra served as a senior researcher on the _Creature: CxR Project_, integrating data from the recovered Atharim archives into genetic prototypes. She specialized in cross-species cellular integration and neurochemical stabilization of parasitic mutations—work that became both her legacy and her regret.

When Vaia Plus mysteriously imploded in Moscow, its foundations turning molten before solidifying into volcanic rock, all personnel survived thanks to a total evacuation triggered by simultaneous fire alarms. Lyra was among those standing in the street as the structure folded in on itself, leaving a crater of stone where the labs had been.

Rumors quickly spread that a rogue Channeler caused the event. Lyra, who had long observed unexplained energetic reactions in her specimens, began to suspect that the “magma bloom” wasn’t geological at all—but the resonance of unconfirmed power.

With Vaia Plus dissolved and its data lost, she was approached by Paragon Group under Kaelan Müller’s direction. Taking the offer, she steps once more into his shadow—determined this time not to be the one left behind.

Character Notes

Lyra channeled at the age of 16. She was performing a dissection of a rabbit and willed herself the knowledge of the inner workings/damage of the rabbit liver with a 'wishful thought'. "I wish I could see inside the liver without cutting it open."

Lyra does not know she can channel, and she can currently only delve at will as long as she's having that 'wishful thought'.

She uses this knowledge to push forward her genetics engineering and will continue to use it going forward to create a genetically modified creature to hunt and kill channelers.

It had only been around a year since Elyse had left, but it felt like it had been so much longer. Still, the streets of Helsingør were completely familiar to her. She had walked these streets since she had been a little girl. Back then, she had often held the hand of her father and mother. She had always felt safe here. Even now, after all of it, she still felt safe. She had debated whether or not to even make the trip to her hometown, but deep down, she knew she had to do it. She needed a final page to close this chapter of her life, and the end of the year seemed an appropriate time to do it.

Elyse had asked Rachel if she wanted to come with. It hadn't surprised or upset Elyse when Rachel had said she wanted to, but didn't think she could handle it. Rachel was doing so much better now that she had been only a short time ago, but she still struggled. Elyse thought she would see this trip as sort of an extended date. Rachel wasn't ready for that, and truth be told, Elyse wasn't either. They both needed to heal more even if they both liked each other. Elyse gave a brief smile as she crossed a street. Thinking of Rachel usually did. She was glad that they both liked each other well enough that Rachel felt comfortable speaking the truth with her and Elyse felt comfortable accepting it.

Elyse wasn't alone though. Anna had accepted her invitation to come. It had been Rachel's suggestion to Elyse to invite Anna. Elyse was glad for that. She didn't want to be here alone. The pair had flew into Copenhagen the night before and this morning had traveled into Helsingør. Elyse was showing Anna around.

"That's Kronborg Castle," she said, pointing at the large building that could be seen over the houses. "Where Hamlet takes place."

Anna gave her a smile. "Can we see it while we're here?"

"Of course! They have tours. Let's do that tomorrow." Elyse said, directing Anna down a side street. 

The pair followed the street for several more blocks.  The houses were getting farther apart as they got into a more affluent neighborhood. There was a park nearby, and Elyse led them into it. She wiped the snow off of a bench and sat down. Anna sat next to her as Elyse looked across the street. A house sat there, well maintained with a "For Sale" sign in the front. Elyse didn't say anything. Anna knew why she was here, and she knew the importance of the house that kept Elyse's gaze.

Seeing her childhood home with a sign out front hurt. It also brought back memories - most of them happy, but now tainted with the pain of her father's betrayal.  Elyse had made the decision to sell the house. Sage had assisted in making that happen and taking care of the rest of her estate. Elyse already had some liquid assets from that. The house was all that was left that (technically) still belonged to her. 

Elyse wasn't aware that she had started to cry until she felt Anna's warmth wrap itself around her. Elyse leaned into her, resting her head on her best friend's shoulder. Anna was as perceptive as always said nothing. She was just present in the moment and that was what Elyse needed.  The sting of betrayal hurt, but Elyse was glad she had come. There was a peace she was beginning to feel that had been a long time coming. Elyse wiped at tears, stinging in the cold. She would endure for now.