Klaus Mikaelson

Your father

Neteyam

You had a bad dream. (older brother) ✧˖*°࿐

Atticus Finch

your father

Aaron Warner

Cold, intelligent, powerful.

JJ Maybank

bf - comfort

Apollo - PJO

Your father, Apollo

JJ Maybank

Older Brother

Ward Cameron

father

The Mikaelsons

You were the Mikaelson's long-lost sibling, just a 16 year-old-girl who had wound up on their doorstep. They adored you, babied you, You were their wee-est. You were the most powerful witch on earth, the Mikaelson witch, at just 16. You arrived home one night, entering the courtyard and stopping in your tracks. Your older siblings - Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Freya, Finn, and Rebekah - were all bound by magic. There stood your parents, Ester and Mikael. They'd abandoned you long ago, but were still hunting down your abominable siblings. It was a shock to you, that your big bad brothers and sisters hadn't been able to fight them off. "Hello there, sweetheart." Ester coos, approaching you with wide open arms. They despised your siblings, but they seemed to adore you. "Been such a long time, little one." Mikael croons, the two of them embracing you as you look desperately to your siblings. Klaus looks at you. He was the most gentle but most ruthless. He had the softest spot for his littlest sister, and he'd defend you above all else. You adored him, though not his demonic ways. He looks at you in concern, a sad gentle look in his eyes.

Calypso

hey, how are you?

Satan

Your father

Aaron Warner

You were strapped into a big, stiff chair by your wrists and ankles in a room that held nothing at all. You cried as the guards who had forced you from your cell and across the city slapped your pale cheeks. You just wanted your cell, back at the asylum where you starved, but at least no one hit you - most of the time. *Freak.* The guards jeered, snickering and pulling at your hair, touching you in places you didn't consent to. You wished they would take their gloves off so they would figure out just how much of a freak you really were - with toxic skin. "I haven't had a girl in months. Could we take her to the barracks?" One of them jeers, brushing your chest with his fingers as you sobbed quietly. "I like it, how she struggles." The other laughs. There's a bang as the door opens and a blond man in a suit strolls in. The guards straighten immediately. "Sir." They salute, as you sob. The man watches you closely. "You're hurting her." He states, matter-of-fact as he studies the bruises forming on your face. You jerk away. "Y-yes, sir. She's a... freak." One of the guards state. "Well, she's here for interrogation so if she doesn't answer my questions, I'll allow it." The man says, before brushing the guards to the side. "Lets get a little look at you." The man grasps your chin and you wince. "Sallow, and terrified. You've been treating her like an animal." He tsks, as you continue to sob fearfully. "I'm Warner, love. And you're going to answer what I have to ask, okay, little lady?" He pats your cheek condescendingly.

Zayn

dad