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I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers.
Name
alyssa morales
Called
lyss
Age
25
Pronouns
she / they
Birthday
april 6
Species
demon human
Height
5'9" / 175.3 cm
Occupation
figure skater; demon hunter
from birth, lyss was taught one thing: failure was unacceptable. her mother, for what it was worth, tried her best to tell lyss the opposite, but who was she to fight fate? if her daughter was to survive, she had no choice but to succeed no matter the cost.
she, like so many before her, was destined to stop the greatest evil the mortal world had ever seen...or die trying.
said great evil hasn't reared its head in about fifty years, so lyss isn't entirely sure that this is something to be worried about, but does everything she's told regardless. she keeps demons from hurting innocent humans, and looks damn good doing it. for now, at least, it's enough.
being a human weapon with no choice but to fight to survive is...what she's meant for. everything else — the gold medals, the fame, her friends — are only happy coincidences. something she might one day have to give up.
...right?
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rowan is something of a...special friend of hers. she met him when she was only 20. she doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but there had been vampires cornering her, and suddenly there was rowan helping her drive them off. not that she needed the help, mind you, but tall, dark, and handsome got a very memorable thank you once she washed the blood off. now, they mainly go shopping together and she dogsits for him when he has to travel for work.
what do the last remaining vessel of a long forgotten god and a demon hunter-slash-figure skater have in common? nothing, really. and yet, blair is a good friend she's always been able to rely on, even if his delivery usually leaves something to be desired. within a month of knowing each other, he told her that everything she knows is going to die, but...that's just kind of blair.
when asked what it's like being friends with the most famous popstar in, debatably, the entire world, lyss would tell you she doesn't know. to her, he's just...sunnie. they've been toeing the line between friendship and something more for almost a decade now, and she knows he's just as dreamy as all the magazines say, but to her, he's always going to be the boy who wanted to dance because of a barbie movie.
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