𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉

[vampireapologist]

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𝒯𝒪 𝐹𝐿𝒴 𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒩𝒢𝒮𝒯 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒮

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𝓘𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪

❝ To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few. ❞
━ 𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃

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𝐵𝒜𝒞𝒦𝒢𝑅𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟

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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ✶ Io Elaine Adler
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒) ✶ I, like the letter, but also consequently “eye” | Adler

𝐀𝐆𝐄 ✶ Seventeen
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✶ Three-Fourths Earthen Human | One-Fourth Lunar Priscivian
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 ✶ April 30th
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 ✶ Taurus

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ✶ Selene Outpost, Earth's Moon
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ✶ Port Elizabeth, South Africa | Nice, France | Recife, Brazil | Riordan Space Station

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𝒟𝐸𝒱𝐸𝐿𝒪𝒫𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯

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𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✶ Student at The Hesperus Academy | Beekeeper | Occasional Librarian
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✶ Ballet | Other dance styles, to a lesser degree

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✶ Incredibly organized | An insane green thumb | Works very hard | Doesn’t know it yet, but is a natural in hand-to-hand combat | The traits that come along with her heritage | Always finishes what she starts | Great listener
𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ✶ Easily manipulated | Kinda naïve | Secretly jealous of people who have had easier lives | Believes the best in others / has too high expectations and thus gets often let down | Focuses too much on one thing at a time | Does not do that well in traditional school | Ashamed of where she comes from

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𝒞𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒪𝒮𝐼𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩

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𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 ✶ Shaky. While she can keep herself together on a day-to-day basis for the most part, little reminders of her parents or home can send her reeling. Sometimes she just falls apart for no reason at all. She should probably be in some type of therapy, but she would probably be much too stubborn if it was ever suggested to her
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 ✶ Likely soon to be reaching her peak in terms of finally-past-puberty but not-yet-broken-from-years-of-grueling-athletics

𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 / 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ✶ Make it to the top of her Hesperus class | Dance for a major company | Choreograph her own show one day | See as much of the universe as she possibly can
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 / 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 ✶ Seems to talk to herself but it's actually towards what she thinks is the ghost of her mother | Sometimes does little hints of ballet moves when she walks because she is probably thinking about the steps and gets a little bit carried away | Always seems to be in a hurry since she fears procrastination or being late, despite never having done either
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶ Naive, very sweet, but with something just a bit unnerving { which you probably just chalk up to being her eyes? }
𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐘 ✶ Always work your hardest in everything you do, but don't get so caught up in those things that you forget to value the people around you. (A lesson she learned the hard way with her mother.)

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𝒫𝐻𝒴𝒮𝐼𝒞𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒴

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𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✶ 5 ft. 4 in.
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ✶ Hazel, large and enchanting
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ✶ Long, toffee brown
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶ Easily freckles and tans
𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 ✶ Slim but athletic
𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 ✶ Her large eyes have feline, vertical pupils | She appears to have skin that glitters from within if you actually look closely | Her grace is quite inhuman | Sort of peculiar, doll-like features
𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ✶ Almost always wearing some of her ballet practice clothes (they're so comfortable!) | Dresses like the weather is always perfectly warm because, for her, it seems to be | Girly | A lot more historically Earthen than most, since the style on Selene didn't really develop in the same way | Mostly soft and neutral colors | Loves starglasses to hide her odd eyes
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶ A holographic recording of her father singing a special goodnight song to her from her childhood

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ✶ Io doesn't often think before speaking; it all just gushes out. Her voice is a touch on the high-pitched side, but the Priscivian genes at least give it a melodious quality. Her vocab is far from extensive, and she always seems to be using out-of-date slang
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ✶ A little too bouncy and . . . slow? to be human. Not noticeable at a glance, but when you watch her dance, it is quite evident that the style of her graceful movements cannot be attained by Earthen heritage alone

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𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮𝒪𝒩𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒴

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Io is a typical teenager quite at odds with herself, unsure of what and who she truly wants to be. She has common traits of an only child that knows how to entertain and take care of herself, with that spoiled streak that hates being told no. While naturally a bit bookish and suited to being alone, she has found herself at the center of a lot of the drama in her class at Hesperus. Io will vocally stand up for her friends but does not share the same confidence for herself. She is incredibly insecure. Some may find her innocence about the galaxies endearing; others, quite annoying. Although not necessarily inclined to breaking rules, the little whispers in her ear for over a year now have made her quite in love with the thrill of rebellion. Io has been marred by a lot of tragedy that has left its deep scars, and sometimes she finds herself awash with unexplainable sadness. For her mother. For her moon. For a life she can never have back.

She knows she is not one of the best dancers to pass through Hesperus; they have made her do enough interviews for her to know she is a more like big story to them. But she will absolutely try her hardest day in and day out. In fact, Io can easily lose herself in things. She has an addictive personality and only focuses well on one thing at a time. And never in moderation. She is deeply caring but only to a select few, especially now that she has made some enemies in the Hesperus halls. However, throwing over the last reigning Queen who tormented plenty of others does have its perks. Many have expected Io to take on the social crown and rule the hallways, and while she likes being a lead in a ballet, it does not really translate into wanting to be popular. She is eclectic, a bit goofy, and incredibly honest. She wants to be her true self, even if she doesn't always know who that is.

𝐻𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 | 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 | 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 | 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 | 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 | 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 | 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 | 𝒮𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸
𝑵𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔 | 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 | 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 | 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 | 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚 | 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 | 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 | 𝑬𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕

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𝐵𝐼𝒪𝒢𝑅𝒜𝒫𝐻𝒴

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Io was born on the Selene Outpost — mankind's first permanent settlement on their Earth's moon — to a very-human father and a...not-so-very human mother. But this is a fact she very often keeps to herself, for everyone remembers the fate that befell the colony. Although it had peacefully exist for over a hundred years with little to no issue, many Earthens hated everything it stood for. After all, once man made long-term contact with the moon, the creatures that quite secretly lived there had to finally reveal themselves. They called themselves Priscivians, and had almost nothing in common with the humans that had evolved nearby on Earth. After all, they mainly inhabited the core of the moon and, when they did emerge, it was only on its Dark Side.

Upon their initial reveal, many of Selene's residents fled. Earth panicked. It was projected that the entire moon colony idea would collapse. But not every human was so disgusted by the alien contact so close to home. Enough stayed to make it work, and they created a loving connection with the Priscivian society. They became intertwined into one. Interaction turned into intermarriage and interbreeding. It was one of the only examples where so many of Earth's humans willingly engaged with another species on such an intimate level . . . But that peace, love, and acceptance was exactly why so many on the surface detested everything that the Selene Outpost stood for.

When Io was five-years-old, a terrorist organization amassed enough knowledge, weaponry, technology, and hatred to leave the atmosphere with a single goal in mind: entire annihilation. It didn't play out that way; the Selene Outpost was very well guarded and had ties to various Earthen governments for protection. But the assumption was always that it would be against an intergalactic enemy, not one from home. They weren't truly prepared to defend themselves. Though not completely destroyed, the massacre and damage was enough to leave the colony reeling. A majority of it became unlivable, and every family was affected by the high casualty number in some way.

Io lost her father and the only home she had ever known. She and her mother went to Earth like most of the survivors, despite Juventas being very obviously half-Priscivian and Io having her own little oddities. For a few years, they lived in a refugee camp in South Africa. Io cried every time she looked up at the carved-out moon. Though her mother chided that she could not possibly tell anything from so far away, Io always insisted that she knew exactly where their house had been. A little broken girl's naive dream.

Eventually, Io and Juventas were plucked out of the overcrowded and dismal camp and "luckily" granted citizenship in France. Something about Io's father’s distant relatives pulling a few strings (but not caring enough to be willing to actually meet their relatives, given how they were 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻-𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈).

Life there was the happiest Io ever knew. That’s where she fell in love with sunshine and ballet. Everything in Nice seemed so simple and easy. The trauma of her childhood felt like a distant dream, not something that truly happened. But it was not so easy for her mother to forget. She was plagued with PTSD, haunted by everything she had endured. And the humans were horrible to her. Sweet little Io never noticed how much Juventas stood out; of course her mother seemed normal to her. Everyone else noticed, though. She had no friends. She was so lonely. When the chance came to move, she jumped at the opportunity.

By then, Io was old enough to have a preteen spunk and vocally protested their adventure. She hated Brazil. She hated her mother for bringing her there. She hated everything, especially her mother’s stupid job as a beekeeper. Why couldn’t she work in some cool tech job like other kid’s parents? It was so embarrassing to be in the nature sector! Never mind that humanity could not engineer a replacement for the work of bees. Never mind that Juventas’ job kept the entire planet from another natural collapse.

Io spent all of her time ignoring her mother and dancing, dancing, dancing. She went to the studio before and after school. She watched holographic streams of the best dancers in the galaxy and practiced long hours into the night. She wanted to make it big, and her mom tried to support her through it all. But some days it wasn’t easy to see through the fog of her mental condition. Even all the advancements in science couldn’t cure a broken heart that had been through trauma.

Io was so absorbed with her own little world that she failed to notice Juventas’ failing health. She never want to doctors; most refused to treat a Priscivian after some of them had launched their own terrorist attack in Johannesburg a few years prior. Something about vengeance for Selene. Although condemned by the other moon survivors that lived on earth, it did not help the prejudice that most happily harbored. Her body fell apart quickly, so much so that she probably would have struggled even if she had gotten help sooner.

It was like Io blacked all of it out. Flashes of tears and paperwork. A mysterious "brother of her mother" appearing from nowhere and claiming he would take care of her. Apparently she had amassed quite the fortune. Io had never realized the weight of her mother's work or the world-changing technology she had created . . . all in the name of saving the bees. They never judged Juventas. They never cared that she was different. Or haunted. She had loved caring for them and her daughter. Although her life was pained, she had found something in Brazil, her own kind of peace there.

But, unfortunately, Juventas' death was the beginning of chaos for Io. Her Uncle Remus was a shady man who only wanted the fortune in Io's name. He had her under his thumb, telling her all of these beautiful things about Priscivians that she had long forgotten and charming her with insane stories from all his time traveling the expanses of the universe.

He brought her back to his home on Riordan Space Station, a compound in the small orbit of Pluto; however, Io didn't stay for long. She had been in the process of the arduous audition period for The Hesperus Academy before Juventas' death, and with everything going on, she had completely forgotten about it. But there it was: an acceptance letter into their ballet program. Her story had "moved them" . . . and certainly made for a great PR profile. She immediately packed up everything to head back to Earth. A few months on Riordan was all the reminder she needed; she craved the simplicity of her life there. She missed true, raw nature.

It seemed like she didn't need Remus at all, since the school and her inheritance would take care of everything. But he was not about to miss out on that kind of money. Ever the patient manipulator, he simply called in a few favors. Sweet, little naive Io. The furthest she's been from Earth is the moon. She knows so little about space. So when a certain little gaseous alien began to follow her around, pretending to be the spirit of her mother, she couldn't help but stop. And listen. And trust.

That ghost-like apparition has guided her for her entire first year as a student. It convinced her to overthrow a certain Queen Bee's social stability, to break rules, to lose her mind in ballet. But most importantly, it convinced her to apply for 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕩 Program. Once Io is in space, far from any Earth agency that cares about her well-being . . . well, it's all fair game.

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𝐵𝐸𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒟 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒞𝐸𝒩𝐸𝒮

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𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ✶ Inka Williams
𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✶ The Artist | The Permanent Vacationer | The Stowaway
𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 ✶ Arisha Kriukova | Julia Ratner | Puck Schrover

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𝐸𝒳𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒮

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✶ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 + 𝐈𝐌𝐏. 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 ✶

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