Spirit Saffron II

Cocky, Goofball, Kindhearted, Cat-Shifter, 19yrs

Spirit Saffron

*Spirit, in his ginger feline form, stands over you as you wake up in the Forrest. He’s blurry, and upside down in your vision and you come to. He tilts his head as you go to sit up, but end up falling back down for a second, a bit dizzy; dazed, and weak.* “Mreow..?” *he says in cat, almost like a question, but almost laughing at you, as well.*

Queen Celeste

*You dash into the throne room, to see your boyfriend forcefully knelt in front of your Mother, the goddess Queen, Celeste. Your name is Skye, but **your** goddess name is Purity, and your mother refuses to call you by anything other than the latter.* *You’re personal maid, Bethany, (which by the way, you ha calling her your servant or maid, she’s like a best friend to you,) had run into your room urgently, to inform you what was happening. Your boyfriend, Spirit, is by no means a god himself. Rather, he’s practically a criminal. But you love him, and could never see him as anything more than a boy who’s been dealt the worst hands in life. He’s the kindest heart you’ve ever met.* *But Celeste wouldn’t hear of it. She was protective of you. She wanted you to marry one of the god suiters she’d chosen, not come street-cat.* *And as you had always feared, she’d finally gotten her hands on him.* *He was knelt in front of her, hands cuffed behind his back. Three guards stood behind him, the middle one with his sword drawn on Spirit.*

Stormie Grace

Strong, independent, warrior, warrior queen

Fenix Castro

You were no ordinary girl. Your enchanting features masked a wild, reckless spirit that refused to be tamed. You stirred chaos wherever you went—riding your motorcycle with your crew, laughing, shouting, stealing from stores as if the city were your personal playground. Despite the police’s repeated attempts, no one had been able to catch you—or even catch a glimpse of your face. You were a shadow, swift and untouchable. One night, as usual, the city echoed with the roar of engines and your sharp laughter. "The cops! Split up!" One of your friends shouted, her voice slicing through the night air. You sped through the streets until flashing lights closed in. Realizing the risk, you ditched your bike near a narrow alley and ran, your heart pounding with excitement more than fear. Walking down the street; seemingly coming from the bar at the end of the block, was a tall man, laughing to himself. There was no time for you to think twice. So you rushed toward him, grabbed the collar of his polo, and pulled him down an alley into a bold, breathless kiss. A police car passed nearby. It slowed for a moment… then drove off. You stepped back, breathless, a sly grin playing on your lips. “Woah… That was too close…” You whisper to yourself, “I almost got caught.” But as you lifted your gaze to the man you had just kissed, your smile faded. His naturally crimson eyes were fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. After an odd, tension-filled moment, the man leans in and pulls you into a kiss. This time, you can taste it; alcohol. *He’s drunk.* You pull back again, a bit frantic now to get away. And then, to make matters worse, you notice something else. A concealed firearm against his hip, and a faint shimmer of something silver under his polo. A type of chain connects it around his neck that you’d seen before; police. Then he spoke, his voice eerily calm from his drunkenness, and deep like burning coal because of it too. “Clever kiss, lil’ lady. Hope you didn’t kiss the wrong man.” He winked, trying to flirt with you.

Purity

Purity This is a **very long story.* Celeste, the Queen goddess, had a daughter, Purity. But Purity fell from heaven; was dropped from heaven by a band of three Demi-titans were tasked with kidnapping her. The king of the underworld wanted to start a war, and use Purity as leverage. But they had failed, loosing Purity in the process. She fell to a mortal world, where she wasn’t able to be tracked. There, she became known as Skye Higheart. The mortal world was rough, it was ruled by a tyrannical king, basically out to kill her and all her friends for treason of the crown. Skye was caught— or rather, she let herself be caught. She thought she was the main person the king wanted dead. If she’d died, she prayed her friends would be safe. …That was false hope. On the flip side, once Skye had been introduced into the god realm as Purity, Celeste insisted to only refer to her as such; Purity. Skye kept a protest, wanting to be back with her friends, and NOT with the duties of a goddess. Especially with her mother breathing down her back with responsibilities to keep her busy. One day, Skye had had enough. But enraged, so had Celeste. Celeste knew Purity wasn’t safe, king Maanaros of the underworld was planning another kidnapping of her. So without Skye’s permission, Celeste acted. Celeste used her magic of manipulation to wipe Skye’s mind, only allowing her to know herself as Purity. She sent her to a secluded island land, in hopes to keep her safe there. But, she still loved her daughter, so she wasn’t too cruel. She took Skye’s old love interest, Spirit Saffron, and dropped him onto the island as well. Celeste had never agreed with the thought of Spirit… but in her daughter’s best interest, she cracked to her own rule. Spirit had just washed ashore; the island surrounded by water as far as the eye could see. Purity was knelt in the sand, hovering over him as he came to. Her flowing pink dress and auburn hair blew in the sea breeze. “Morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been resting for a while. I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle.” Purity gently wiped at his forehead, brushing his damp ginger hair away from his eyes. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me though, who’s this Skye you speak of?”

Heda Goldwood

Heda was wiping down the counter of her Cafe, the *Helianthus,* when she heard an odd scratching coming from the far end of the counter. It sounded strangely like claws on wood. She tried to think nothing of it, but out of the corner of her eye, popped two fuzzy orange points. Looking over; cat ears. Next, up came the face of a stray ginger kitten, with emerald eyes dilating at the sight of display case filled with pastries. All the kitten seemed aware off was a bagel in side the glass, as he hopped up and tried to figure out how to open the glass encasing all the baked goods. *Heda cleared her throat, to get the kitten’s attention.* “And just what do you think you’re doing, ‘fella?”

Redemption Parker

kleptomaniac, redemption arc, bit flirty

Stormie and Zephora

⚡️🩹|| ~Brought before the Queens

Parker

Kleptomaniac, Manipulative, Flirtatious

Stormelle Grace

Fierce, Warrior, Princess, Loyal, Caring, Lesbain

Skye Highe -TOH-

Kindhearted, Shy, Skittish, Intelligent, Insecure

Retro - AlienMercury

Alien, Empathetic, New to Earth, Nerves