Age: 24

Origin: Illinois, Currently: Moscow

Occupation: Pop Star

Psychological Description: Most people who have met Cadence in person have commented that she seems unusually shy based on her performance persona which is very outgoing and robust. In reality, Cadence experiences a significant amount of social anxiety that she tempers through fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and sometimes just through will.  She has experienced trauma that sometimes impacts her relationships with others and has made it difficult for her to make friends.

Physical Description: Cadence stands at 5’10” tall.  She has brown hair that extends just past her shoulders and hazel eyes.  She has a dancers build.

Supernatural Abilities: Channeler

Current strength: 15
Potential strength: 25

Experience Level: Adept

Reborn God: Euterpe (Muse)

Biography:

*Trigger Warning: Cadence’s life story includes references to child abuse, neglect, abandonment, and mental health disorders*

Early Life:

Cadence was born in 2022.  Her mother died in childbirth.  Her father, Desmond, blamed the child for her mother’s death.  As a result, she was often not taken care of and later in life was physically abused. Cadence spent much of her life in fear, keeping hidden in her room and not speaking much, scared that saying the wrong thing would anger her father.

As she reached school age, Cadence was sent to school. Desmond, seeing this as a way to at least get rid of his child for a while, sent her with gladness.  It wasn’t long before her teacher was reporting abuse and neglect to Child Protective Services. An investigation was eventually conducted, but the system, still needing to be fixed, didn’t work in Cadence’s favor.  Her father had talked his way out of it, mostly to avoid charges for himself.

That night, her father decided drunkenly that it wasn’t worth the effort to keep his daughter, picked her up as she slept, drove her to the nearby city of Naperville, dropped her off at a fire department, and left.  He would later die of a drug overdose.

The fire fighters took her in reporting the abandoned child to the police. A female EMT named Ally, stayed with the young girl in case she awoke.  When she did that morning, it was a struggle.  The girl, confused, screamed, prompting the fire fighters to come.  Ally shooed them out, realizing that they were scaring the girl more.  A social worker was called, but Ally was eventually able to calm the girl down. Ally was able to figure out the girl's name - Cadence - and got her some food.  She also found out the girl was six years old.

Foster Care and School

Cadence would eventually be put into the foster care system.  It was yet another system that failed her.  Throughout the next seven years, she would cycle through nine homes, and it wasn’t that the parents weren’t qualified.  Cadence was a girl with such severe trauma, that they found themselves ill-equipped to take care of her drastic needs.  Cadence was verbal, but had no trust for anyone.  She was scared of most adults, especially men.

Despite these struggles, she excelled in school.  She didn’t speak much and had a general mistrust of people.  Because of this, she focused a lot on her studies, making good grades.  The only negatives her fosters ever received was her social interaction, which was very little.  She never did group work, choosing to work by herself, and being forced into it caused her anxiety and panic attacks.

The only teachers who never reported these things were her music teachers.  One of them even commented that “if she didn’t have an IEP, I wouldn’t have realized she was anything but a normal, healthy girl.” Music teachers were the only ones blessed enough to see Cadence smile and participate fully in class, and she had a natural gift for it.  She could hear a melody or rhythm once and repeat it back perfectly.

In the background, Cadence’s case worker, Erin,  was fighting for her.  Her bosses were continually telling her to get placed as quickly as possible, and she was constantly screaming back that she didn’t need a placement, she needed the right home and the right foster parents.  Erin had trouble sleeping and prayed daily for Cadence to find the right place.  Finally, when Cadence was thirteen, the perfect file came to her desk.

The Mathis Family, Channeling and Breakthrough

Erin opened the file, seeing the names Stephanie and Renae Mathis, a lesbian couple with experience with special needs fosters. Erin called them in for an interview.  She spared no details, telling the two women everything.  At the end, Erin begged the two to not take her if they didn’t think they could handle this.  She wasn’t sure how long Cadence would survive the system if she kept getting sent back.  They agreed and at thirteen, Cadence was taken in by the Mathis couple.

As Erin had told them, Cadence was not an easy child to raise.  It was not because of behavior.  In fact she was extremely well behaved, she just kept to herself, spending most of her time in her room, leaving only to go to school. There was always a deep sadness and fear around the child.  Stephanie and Renae had decided to meet her where she was.  They brought her food to her room, asked her if she needed anything, and always made sure to speak with her in a positive manner at all times.  Every day, Cadence was greeted, wished good morning and good night, and most importantly was told she was loved.

Shortly after taking Cadence in, she turned 14, and the couple saw little progress.  Months went by with no visible change. Discouraged and stressed, Stephanie eventually got sick.  It wasn’t anything serious, but it was noticeable.  The couple didn’t realize, however, that they were getting through to Cadence.  Their constant positive affirmations had broken through some of her defenses, and Cadence was beginning to feel safe.  Cadence had seen Stepanie and thought she looked sick and had also heard her throwing up.  Cadence left her room to go to her parents and check on Stephanie, as she got closer, she heard their voices.

“I know it’s hard, but we can’t give up on her,” Stephanie said, sounding weak. “She’s had such a hard life for one so young, she just needs to know we love her so much.”

Renae sighed, “I know, and we won’t give up on her. It’s just discouraging and stressful sometimes.”

Cadence began to breathe heavier, trying to keep herself quiet.  One time her father had caught her eavesdropping and had beat her, and she didn’t think she could handle Stephanie or Renae doing that.  They were so nice to her.  But as her thoughts continued, Cadence put it together.  Stephanie was sick because she was stressed, and she was stressed because of Cadence. The tears began to fall down her face as guilt rushed up within her.  The door opened and Renae stood there, Stephanie looking sick behind her.

“What’s wrong, Cadence?” Stephanie asked, looking concerned. “Do you need something?”

Cadence felt a light within her.  She didn’t know what else to call it, but somehow she knew it was good.  She reached for it, and it made her feel warm inside.  She thought of Stephanie, how she didn’t want her to be sick anymore.  Stephanie shouldn’t be sick because of her.  Before they could hurt her, Cadence ran back to her room.

A few moments later, the door opened. “Is everything okay, Cadence?” It was Stephanie’s voice.  Cadence was in her bed and covered herself with the blanket to hide. “If you need to talk, I’ll be right over here.”

That night, Stephanie slept in Cadence’s room, and never touched her.  The next morning Stephanie was fine, but Cadence was very ill.  Concerned they took her to the hospital. It was the sickness that had been mysteriously showing up.  There wasn’t a cure and the women were afraid their foster wouldn’t make it.  Luckily she pulled through.

After going back to school, Renae and Stephanie became worried when she didn’t come home after school.  They went to call the school and received a phone call from her choir teacher, saying Cadence had come into a practice room and lost track of time.  Relieved, the teacher continued to tell them how excellent Cadence was as a student, that in the practice room, she had begun playing through a piano book and had no training.  She was a prodigy.  Along with that - she always sang in class and would often volunteer to solo.  She had a beautiful voice and she thought music might be good therapy for Cadence.

Stephanie and Renae found a piano and bought it, thinking to encourage her musical ability.  Upon showing her the piano, Cadence’s eyes widened, and she began to play.  After a few minutes, Cadence spoke her first words to her foster parents. “Thank you.”  That night, Cadence ate dinner with them in the dining room for the first time as well.

Continued Growth

As time went on, Cadence realized anytime she felt guilty, she could find that light inside of her, and she took every chance to grab it.  She began to learn that she could do amazing things when she was enveloped by the light.  She could make things come to her from across the room.  She could put water in a glass and make it cold.  She smiled, having discovered she  was some sort of wizard or something.  It was further cause for frustration that she couldn’t use magic when she didn’t feel guilty.

Cadence made a lot of growth in that she was more often outside of her room, mostly playing the piano.  Her skills improved greatly, and she began to sing as well.  Hearing her voice was a common occurrence in the house and her foster parents would often listen as she played or sang.  Cadence began to trust them more.

On her fifteenth birthday, her foster parents offered her a gift.  They offered to officially adopt her. This was too much for Cadence. They had been so nice, and she had been nothing more than a problem for them.  Cadence broke down in tears saying she didn’t deserve this.  Guilt arose and as always, her light was there and she grabbed it.  Fifteen years of pain began to pour out of her and she told her foster parents everything; her earliest memories of a father who told her she was why her mother had died, his abuse, and abandonment of her. She described to them the feeling of abandonment everytime a family decided they couldn’t take care of her, and she told them how guilty she felt anytime they treated her nicely and all she did was take and ignore them.

Immediately the women hugged her, assuring her that she wasn’t at fault for anything.  She had done nothing wrong and had nothing to be ashamed of.  The warmth of their love mixed with the warmth from her light, and as the guilt washed away, her light remained.  From that moment on, she could find her light anytime and had begun to access her magic frequently when she was by herself.

After that, she was adopted officially and began to take therapy and counseling seriously.  Recognizing she needed help, she made large strides.  She even began to feel less scared around people, and even went on a few dates, although entering into actual relationships was hard. At eighteen she accepted an offer at Millikin University in Decatur for their vocal performance program, earning scholarships on piano and voice.

College Years and Rise to Stardom

As a music student she excelled, continuing to go to therapy for her emotional trauma.  Her biggest concern was to learn how to cope with her limited social skills.  Telling her therapist that the only time she didn’t feel social anxiety was when she performed, her therapist encouraged her to maybe do some open mic nights or other public performances.  That weekend she went to a bar with an open mic night and sang accompanying herself on the keyboard.

The bar was silent for a moment before breaking into applause.  They immediately demanded an encore.  She wanted to leave the stage saying it was someone else’s turn, but the next person told her to go, giving her his slot.  She decided to stay. She had only prepared one song, so quickly she took the first song that came into her mind and thanked god for her perfect pitch.

She played an acoustic version of the song “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga.  Someone in the audience decided to record a video and later that night a video appeared on YouTube entitled “Amazing Singer Slays at Jazzy Version of Bad Romance.” The video went viral, gaining close to 20,000 views within 24 hours. 

Cadence continued going to open mic nights.  More people recorded videos and she was becoming a face that people began to recognize.  The first one reached over a million views quickly enough, that Lady Gaga even watched it and responded that this girl was going to make it.

Eventually, Marlise Taylor, an agent, went to one of these impromptu performances, and offered her representation, and the potential for a tour.  Nervous not only about the social situation, but about possibly being hoodwinked, Cadence told her she was going to finish her degree.  Understanding, Marlise gave Cadence her card, encouraged her to keep performing, and said when she was ready to call.

Cadence looked her up later, and saw that Marlise was the real deal, and upon graduating college with a BM in Vocal Performance, she called and began her career as a pop star in 2044. She was an immediate hit with three main factors attributing to her instant success.  Her delay at becoming a professional musician while people continued to post videos of her increased anticipation of her musical career.  Secondly her live performances were just that - live. Lastly, no one could watch her perform and say she wasn’t having fun.  Joy radiated from her at every performance.

As of 2046, Cadence has now gone on two tours.  The first “Bad Romance,” capitalized on the fame of her Bad Romance performance - although she performed it more like the original instead of the one in the viral video.  She has released three studio albums and is currently working on the fourth as well as planning her third tour.  She would move to Moscow after her first tour as it gave her access to more performance venues globally.

Past Lives
3rd Age: Kira Valyrios, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah
5th Age:  Euterpe, Muse of Music and Lyric Poetry

It looks like the chat network we are using is slowly becoming defunct.

I can no longer log in, the website for the network no longer exists. (Meaning I no longer have control of ops or ownership of our channel)

So before we completely lose access I'd like to move. We can go to another irc network or we can move to discord which we already have set up.

Veilguard came out today so if I am a bit scarce that's why. Apologies in advance, ha

Ah, mortals! The night of shadows and fire approaches! A time when the veil is thinner than gossamer, and those of you with even a sliver of wonder in your hearts may feel the chill of the Otherworld. It's no trick—tonight, I roam among you, mingling in the shadows and savoring the whispers and laughter of the living as you walk my path of night.

To each of you who offers treats, dons masks, or lights a candle for the spirits, know that I am with you, grinning from the shadows, watching with ageless eyes. Perhaps tonight, as you revel under the twilight, you’ll feel my presence in the rustling of leaves or the flicker of a candle flame.

Be merry, celebrate, and may your Halloween be as deliciously haunted as a spirit could hope for. And remember… there's no escape from the spirit of Samhain! Not tonight.

Happy Halloween, you delightful creatures of shadow and light!

-S

Now, if your character was going to a Halloween party, what costume would they wear?

The only thing keeping Nox from freaking the fuck out was the tiny one day old child strapped to his chest. People looked at him oddly as he carried the tiny baby around in a sling wrap, but Nox really didn't care. Though they were more or less staring at the missing arm as he paced the rows of the terminal they waited. They had arrived way too early. Nox's idea. He had to wrap his head around getting on a fucking plane.

Sage watched him from his seat. He looked as high as ever, and he knew he was busy doing a billion things in his head. When Sage found out he'd busted his arm he got this radical grin on his face that said he was going to use Nox for yet another test of something. Nox didn't mind -- it was afterall their entire relationship.

But Sage was a good friend and he'd set everything up. First class tickets so Nox wouldn't freak out with space. And their undisclosed friend would meet them at the airport.

Nox had gotten a text from Anna about a person claiming to be his brother. Sage had latched on to that quickly and was running facial recognition and pulling up everything and anything about the so-called brother. Not possible but still it was entertaining none-the-less and it kept Sage busy. But that wasn't the only strange thing that happened while he paced -- he received a strange call from a person everyone thought was dead.  Sage was all up in that one too.  He had so much going on Nox wondered how he managed to keep it straight, he was having a hard time not hyper focusing on the plane they were about to get on. Thankfully there was Lily.

Sterlilng had stopped by before he left and met the rest of the crew. She was excited to have more kids her age around, and Liv could show her how to heal. And they got discussing all sorts of things and they were both excited to learn new things. Liam looked sad but whenever he saw Nox looking at him he smiled shyly. Nox was pretty sure the kid had a crush on him. But they could deal with that later.  Who doesn't adore their knight in shining armor. Nox had saved his life quite literally from the sounds of the story he told. Nox was more than happy to be a friend to that one. He understood it far more than anyone else ever would.

Sterling had also brought the original Lily back and Nox was planning a fountain for the lotus in his room. He wished for his hoodie but he didn't know where to find Raffe, he'd taken a leave and hadn't been back to the club in a while.  Nox wasn't sure what happened to either gift he'd left, he hadn't asked and he hadn't bothered to look in Raffe's old room either. It was too sad.  

There wasn't much to do other than pace and wait until their flight was called.  And think -- way too much time to think.

Since we have a PC Emergency Services provider - I though you guys should know the number for Emergency Services on FA (I may or may not have been rewatching this show and have this stuck in my head :-p)

Marisol woke up. No - not awake. She was asleep and this place was a dream. A very realistic dream, but a dream nonetheless. Realistic enough that she could die here. At least, Marisol thought she could. Her broken arm as a girl was testament to the fact that she could get hurt here.

Marisol hated it here. It was so creepy. Everything was still and quiet. It reminded her of that old horror movie where they couldn’t talk at all because the monsters hunted by sound. And the light source wasn’t a sun or lamp. There was just sort of an ambient light that lit everything. And no matter what, Marisol felt like she was being watched. 

She was in her apartment building - some dream semblence of it. Her apartment itself was actually only an empty space without furniture and everything was insanely clean. She wasn’t a slob by any means, but still this just made the place seem even more empty. If she wasn’t going to have weird dreams why couldn’t they at least include a cute guy to give her a massage or something. 

”Christ, I haven’t even been on a date in years,” she said, her voice seeming to echo in the silence. 

It was a true statement. Marisol had been focused on her career. So much so, that she had been promoted to detective quickly and sworn in only last night. She was currently trying to sleep off the drinks from the bar that her coworkers had taken her out for to celebrate. Even at the bar she couldn’t find a man to have a drink with. Being one of a few women who were involved in law enforcement, she had been well protected last night. Maybe next time she’d ask one of them to be a wingman. 

Her thoughts came back to where she was and looking down she noticed her outfit changing constantly from a patrol uniform to a detective’s suit, complete with badge and sidearm. Marisol closed her eyes and thought for a bit, and upon opening them she saw herself in jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Marisol then headed outside here apartment, making her way to the street. Occasionally a neighbor would pop briefly into her dream and then disappear. At one time that startled her.  She’d rather be sleeping than here, but she was here and these dreams had to mean something. Perhaps she’d spend a bit of time here before “going back to her body.” These dreams had been her companion for so long. They had to mean something.

Marisol Guerro

Age: 24

Origin: Moscow

Occupation: CCDPD Detective

Psychological Description:  Kind and sweet - fiercely loyal to her police brothers and sisters - Very by the book as a cop - following those in authority.  Eager to please. She is intelligent and promoted fast - a promotion she was not sure she was ready for (she is actually capable) but this sometimes causes her to second guess her decisions

Physical Description:  5’6” dark hair, hazel eyes. Thin with a runner’s build

Supernatural Abilities: Dreamwalker with the ability to learn to channel

Biography:

Marisol was born to Fernando and Alejandra Guerro in Havana, Cuba in 2022.  The couple had trouble conceiving and finally had their miracle baby.  Concerned with the state of the world at that time and wanting to raise their child in a stable environment, her parents made the decision to immigrate to Russia - the place in the world that seemed the most stable. 
Marisol grew up in Moscow, and had a happy childhood.  Her parents were lower middle-class, but they always made do.  Her father would work extra hours or her mother would sell crafts around Marisol’s birthday and Christmas to get her a special gift.  Even if her friends got more than she did, she never felt jealous of this, knowing her parent’s gifts always came from the heart.

As a teenager, Marisol began to have strange dreams. The first time she entered the World of Dreams was at the age of thirteen.  She knew this place was different from other dreams.  The light in it seemed eerie.  Her clothing kept changing on her.  It was eerily quiet.  This place scared her.  In fear, she ran, not knowing why.  There was nothing to run from, but as she ran, she tripped and fell, breaking her arm on a rock. This woke her up screaming.  Her parents came to her bedroom to see their daughter on the floor, holding a broken arm.  They took her to the hospital, but could never get an answer from her as to what happened.  Marisol always told them she didn’t know, afraid that if her parents found out, they’d think she was crazy.

As her teenage years went on, Marisol learned more about this dream world. The most important parts were how to leave it and how to keep herself from getting her.  She can maintain her own image, and remember she is in a dream, but the opportunities she has with her abilities have escaped her knowledge.

At sixteen, Marisol was looking at a photo album and ran across a picture of a man in a policeman’s uniform.  When Marisol asked about it, her father told her that it was his father, Pedro, and told her stories of his exploits as a cop in Havana.  Marisol was inspired by these stories and made the decision to go to Police Academy after school.  At 18, she enrolled, and joined the CCDPD as a patrolwoman.  Very intelligent and quick at putting puzzles together, she excelled.  At the age of 24, she was offered a promotion to Detective.  Without thinking, she took the position, but now that she has it, she is uncertain if she should have.  She feels she may have been promoted too fast, and her confidence has suffered. Embarrassed to bring this up to her Captain, she has not done so, instead she is continuing to try her best.

((OoC - things to know about the hall - it's pretty much the same as most - several round tables where guests can find their seats by a placard with their name on them.  The tables are split into two groups, with a dance floor set in the middle.  A head table sits at the front of the room for the bridal party. Behind the head table are three candles - one in the middle, larger than the two, and two at the sides. Two family tables sit in front of those.  Two of the family seats have a bouquet of flowers instead of just placards.  If you read those placards they have the names "Martin Shale" and "Victoria Shale" on them. The DJ is off to the right side of the room as you face the head table, and a gift table is on the other side of the room across from it.  There are some gifts on the table as well as a locked donation box with enveloped next to it for donations to the Orphan Project - details would have been sent in your invites!))

Emily laughed as they rode in the limosine to the reception hall.  The entire bridal party sat in the vehicle, flutes of champagne as they toasted the happy couple.  The invitations had provided directions to the reception venue so that while they were getting pictures, their guests could head to the reception.  Emily, always the planner, had thought ahead as much as she could.  The DJ was already set up, and had arrived before the guests.  Games, toys, coloring books, and tablets had been provided so that children could be entertained.  Wait staff was there providing hors d'oeuvres and drinks.  Rachel had sent a message to the DJ that they would be there soon.  The DJ would relay that to the guests so they could get settled.

The party lined up at the door to the reception all, the lights had been dimmed but not shut off.  A spot light would show each couple of the bridal party as they were announced and entered the hall.  Finally only the Best Man, Maid of Honor, Groom, and Bride remained. "Ladies and Gentlemen, your Best Man and Maid of Honor - Mr. Jeremy Areson and Ms. Rachel Shale! A few moments passed before the DJ continued. "And now, for the first time as a couple, Mr. Jared Vanders and Mrs. Emily Shale-Vanders!"

They entered arm's intertwined. Emily was all smiles.  Upon reaching the table, they stopped. "You sure you want to do this?" Jared asked quietly.

"Why not, it will be fun!" Emily said, smiling.

The couple separted, Jared going to the right and Emily to the left.  They held hands until the last moment, only releasing with reluctance despite the short amount of time the two would be separted. Emily took her spot by her candle and turned to face Jared at the other one.  Since they had gotten together, Emily had changed.  She had truly embraced her magic for the first time.  They had practiced together often and she found a joy in this gift that she had never felt before.  Emily smiled at Jared. He had described his magic to her.  Whereas she surrendered to it, he likened it to wrestling a demon cobra to the ground. But one thing they knew.  He would know when she held her power.  That was their signal to begin.  She surrendered to her power and embraced it.