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Nessafarah "Nessah/Farah" Bitowitz
Nessafarah (often going by Nessa or Farah) is a British college student at Remedio, a gender studies major with a minor in psychology. She has a quixotic personality but is deeply moral, standing up for what's right and never hesitating to tell someone off if they're wrong. She feels guilt over not fully embracing her godhood, she is technically the goddess of transformation, yet she's complacent in modern life, which conflicts with her morals. Farah invests a lot of her energy in activism and moral causes, frequently championing trans rights and emphasizing the importance of gender-affirming care.
Design Notes:
Nessafarah is a chubby student with short, pin-straight hair styled into bow-like bobs. She wears a light blue jacket that complements her soft, light blue eyes. Her outfit consists of white pants and mismatched sneakers, one pastel pink and the other cyan. Her face is adorned with freckles.
Details
Likes
Cherry Pie
Sauerbraten
Mushroom Salad
Taco
Curry
Sewing Kit
Cute Animal Doll
Embroidered Scarf
Glitter Gun
International Law Guide (Study of Global Legal Systems)
Mini Zen Garden
Chalk Pastels
Coloring Book
Colored Pencils
Romance Media
Glitch Hop
Film Studies Guide (Study of Film Genres and Techniques)
Anthropology Guide (Study of Human Cultures and Societies)
Media Likes
Tempest (young adult fantasy novels)
Rogue Trooper (Science fiction Comic)
M&D (South Korean Pop Rock Duo)
Max Payne (Third Person Shooter Game)
Red Room (Urban Fantasy Book Series)
The OA (Science Fiction Series)
Mazinkaiser SKL (Anime)
Barton Fink (Comedy-Film Noir-Mystery-Horror-Drama)
Dislikes
Peanut Butter Toffee
Chicken Wings
Egg Rolls
Apple Cider
Pomegranate Juice
Tin Foil Hat
Personality
General Personality
Nessafarah is idealistic, fiercely moral, and deeply empathetic. She is outspoken and unafraid to defend her beliefs, balancing warmth and affection with a tendency to be bossy or overly emotional. Her activism drives many of her interactions, and she is passionate about making the world a better place.
Her dream is to become a psychologist, helping people understand and express who they truly are. She wants to provide others with the language and emotional support needed to explore gender identity, particularly those going through transition. Nessafarah is a firm believer that trans rights are human rights. She is highly engaged with current events and social issues, often critiquing media as much as she consumes it. While she defaults to loving others, she isn't afraid to call out immorality when she sees it. Her sense of justice is unwavering, and at her core, she is an activist.
Despite striving for self-discipline, Nessafarah indulges in life's small pleasures, from social media and TV to collecting plushies and snacking on environmentally unfriendly treats, something that adds to her guilt. She grapples with the weight of her godhood, hesitant to fully embrace it and preferring to reserve it for "emergencies." However, when it comes to her friends, she doesn't hesitate to use her powers to help them.
Strengths
Morally driven, empathetic, charismatic, fearless in arguments, dedicated to activism, academically motivated, affectionate, supportive of friends, able to see the good in others.
Weaknesses
Overly emotional at times, can be bossy, struggles with guilt about not fully using her godhood, easily triggered in debates, somewhat impulsive, can overindulge in comfort items.
Beliefs
Very liberal, trans rights are human rights, activism is vital, small changes in individuals can shape a better society, moral responsibility is paramount.
Sense of Humor
She can be playful and silly, loves dancing and joking around. Often uses witty or creative insults in debates, though she rarely means harm.
Reputation
Widely liked by mortals and gods alike. Seen as confident, outspoken, and approachable, though some find her intensity intimidating. Despite her bossiness, she is very well liked and has many close friends. Most Godly peers like her because she makes them feel less anxious about being around mortals.
MBTI - INFP
INFPs are quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, applying a caring and creative approach to everything they do. Despite their reserved demeanor, INFPs have vibrant inner lives filled with creativity and passion. They are deeply sensitive, and often have profound emotional responses. Idealistic and empathetic, they seek deep, soulful relationships and feel a strong calling to help others. INFPs often feel out of place in a fast-paced, competitive world, but their rich sensitivity and creativity enable them to connect deeply and inspire positive change. They are introspective, empathetic, and nonjudgmental, valuing authenticity and creative self-expression. However, they can struggle with setting boundaries, becoming overwhelmed by others’ emotions and their own idealism. Their strengths include empathy, generosity, open-mindedness, creativity, passion, and idealism, while their weaknesses include unrealistic expectations, self-isolation, lack of focus, emotional vulnerability, eagerness to please, and self-criticism.
Sociotype and Subtype - IEI-Fe
They are introspective individuals with rich mental landscapes, highly attuned to patterns, trends, and conceptual connections. They often express their unique perspectives through various artistic forms and are adept at understanding the dynamics of people and relationships. Sensitive to the emotional atmosphere, they skillfully influence moods and engage in lighthearted banter to promote goodwill, though they may neglect their physical environment and personal health. Preferring to rely on their internal insights, they can feel overwhelmed by factual information and often struggle with decisiveness and assertiveness, admiring those who are more action-oriented. Despite their ability to generate ideas, they often revisit and refine existing thoughts rather than exploring new possibilities. They appear soft, charming, and emotional, using tact and grace to bridge distances, while their mood can swing dramatically, requiring praise and encouragement to stay productive.
Enneagram - Social 1w2
Social 1w2: Logical, virtuous, and hardworking, often suppressing their true desires. Driven by a deep need to be good, right, and even perfect, they prioritize morality and ethics. Idealistic about the future, they strive to make the world a better place. Their core fear is being evil, and their core desire is to be a good person. They often cope through reaction formation, feeling one way but acting in the opposite manner. A 1w9 focuses on achieving personal perfection, while a 1w2 aims to bring that perfection to society, sharing it with others. 1w2's are socially aware activists and advocates who work tirelessly behind the scenes to uphold high moral standards for others. Social 1s bring attention to what is good, right, and appropriate by being an example of integrity and principled conduct. Strict, self-controlled, high standards set them apart. Motivated by fairness and ‘making things right’, they’re systemic thinkers and role models for correct behavior, living ideals, beliefs, and values.
Tritype -1/2/6 (The Supporter)
Tritype 1/2/6 (The Supporter): Supporters are discerning, caring, inquisitive, ethical, helpful, and cooperative. Highly responsible, they prefer doing things by the book and knowing what to expect. Focused on others' needs, their mission is to find structured ways to assist. However, they can be opinionated and have high expectations, which might make them seem disapproving or militant. Often ignoring their desires, they’re exceptionally loyal. They fear desperation, humiliation, and doubt. The “caring friend” archetype, they seek acceptance, approval, and assurance.
Temperament - Sanguine-Choleric
Sanguine-Choleric: Sanguine-Cholerics are usually goal-oriented, extroverts who excel in persuading others. Assertive, agreeable, and energetic, they make excellent debaters. Most have lively and friendly demeanors, displaying poise and confidence. They're adept at coordinating events and delegating responsibilities but may struggle with details, organization, and consistency. They prefer others to provide information for decision-making rather than researching it themselves. They are highly optimistic, but occasionally lack follow-through.
Temperament Element - Choleric Ember
Choleric Ember: They are charismatic, sociable, and approachable. They’re also goal oriented and exemplify leadership, but can just as easily be team players, valuing others' opinions and thoughts. They’re highly protective of their friends and have a strong will to defend those in need. These traits make them justice fighters, as they are highly sensitive to and intolerant of unfair social situations.
Attitude of Life
Positive, proactive, dedicated to bettering the lives of others and fighting injustice.
Perception of Reality
Believes reality is something you can strive to improve through moral efforts and activism.
Approach to Knowledge
Very curious, academically motivated, wants to formalize her understanding of psychology and gender issues.
Ethics of Society
Society should protect marginalized groups. She's not afraid to criticize institutions that fail to do so.
Values of Lifestyle
Intends to live ethically, but struggles with indulgences (social media, comfort food, plushies).
Lifestyle/Work/Money
She's invests lots of time in study and activism.
Living/Bedroom
Nessafarah shares a dorm with Premala at Remedio. Her side is decorated in beautiful neon pastel lights. Haddon rigged up a solar panel in her room which makes her feel less guilty because now she doesn't have to use electricity. Her half of the room is covered in plushies, chalk pastel drawings, coloured pencils, posters, and fairy lights.
Writing/Texting Style
Very expressive, can get lengthy in messages, peppered with emoticons and activism-related points.
Speech
British accent, animated, difficulty concealing her emotions. Terrible at lying. Her accent thickens considerably when she's angry.
Signature Aesthetic(s)
Pastel pink , pastel bluel, white
Love Language (SFW)
Physical touch and words of affirmation. She openly hugs and kisses, especially with Haddon.
Character Rounding/Consistency Check
Personal Feedback
Skills
Activism
Farah excels at inspiring others and championing causes she believes in, often persuading people to reconsider their biases or take action for social justice.
Debate & Argumentation
She never backs down from a debate, especially on moral or social issues. Her passion often gives her an edge, though it can also lead to heated confrontations.
Empathy & Emotional Support
As a future psychologist, she genuinely cares about people's well-being and excels at emotionally uplifting them. She wants to help individuals explore and affirm their identities.
Godhood of Transformation (Untapped)
Though her divine power could be immense, she hesitates to fully embrace it. She only uses it for emergencies or to help friends in small ways, such as crafting minor transformation charms.
Story
Past
Raised in a loving, if somewhat ordinary environment, she sensed early on that her destiny went beyond the everyday. Instead of seizing her divine birthright, she chose a path of empathy and moral conviction. She saw how mortals struggled and believed direct human connection could enact real-world improvements. From that point on, her life has been a careful act: maintaining her human persona while occasionally using her hidden abilities to help friends, all the while debating if, and when, she should fully embrace her role as a goddess.
At around 7 years old, still wondering the world, Haddon met a girl who got lost from a summer camp. She had stopped to save a ladybug from a spider web. Haddon was confused and tried to tell her that it was just the food chain, but she didn't want to hear it. Regardless, Haddon and Nessafarah talked to each other all the way as Haddon led her back to the summer camp. For the first time, Haddon actually stayed in an institutionalised place, just to be with Nessafarah. However, once the summer was over and Nessafarah went back home, the two never thought that they would see the other again, despite desperately wanting to. Eventually, Nessafarah would grow up to believe that the imaginary friend she made at that childhood summer camp was only her imagination.
Present
Nessafarah attends Remedio, a free institution open to both mortals and gods, sponsored by Zachary, the god of electromagnetism. The campus offers a safe, inclusive space, with 24/7 dining, mental health resources, and countless clubs. Nessafarah thrives there academically, especially in gender studies and psychology. She loves the vibrant environment where gods and mortals can learn side by side, though it also places her in frequent contact with more powerful gods who might sense her potential.
Remedio is set in the Lectro territory, and Zachary negotiates safe passage for students from various territories. Outside of school, pollution is an ever-growing threat. Nessafarah believes in addressing immediate human concerns, trans rights, social justice, while Haddon, among others, focuses on preparing for the world's future. Despite her hesitation, she sometimes uses her goddess abilities to create transformation charms, which she distributes anonymously by finding struggling trans youth online and discreetly mailing charms to them, requesting volunteer work or educational tasks in exchange. She's moving toward a point where she'll fully embrace her godhood of Change, bridging divine power with mortal empathy.
Trivia and Convos
Trivia
She anonymously finds struggling trans youth online and discreetly mails them short-term transformation charms, exchanging them for "sacrifices" like volunteering or passing a gender-studies quiz. Her mentor, Zachary, urges her to fully embrace her abilities and rejects her attempts to give up her godhood.
She can hold her breath underwater for an unusually long time, a trait that has drawn unwanted attention from observant peers.
Quotes
"Trans rights are human rights! No one should have to compromise their identity to feel safe."
"I'm not afraid of debating with a god if they're preaching nonsense. If you can't stand up for what's right, what's the point?"
Convos
Q: What motivates you to study gender studies and psychology so intensely?
A: "It's a chance to guide people toward who they really are inside. I want to equip them with the words and the confidence they need, so no one ever feels trapped by someone else's definitions."
Q: Do you ever feel pressure from other gods to use your powers more?
A: "Constantly! They think if you've got power, you should wield it. I want to be sure I'm doing it for the right reasons, though. Using godhood responsibly is a big deal to me."
Q: How do you handle arguments with bigger gods?
A: "I speak my mind. If they don't like it, tough. I don't back down just because someone's bigger or more powerful. I believe in confronting nonsense head-on."
Relationships
Haddon
Haddon is the God of Preservation, a fiercely independent survivalist born who has made peace with his wanderlust. Haddon possesses a quiet, gritty strength and an inner fury directed at the pollution destroying the Earth, driving his mission to restore the planet's sustainability. Living in an underground dorm, he minimizes his contact with peers, preferring to focus on doomsday prepping and studying biotechnology to secure a sustainable future. While he may seem stoic, he is simply offloading all of his undesired emotions into an overemotional "ghost" named Havi, who only he can see. He is a pragmatic, observant sage who values action over words, standing as a silent guardian of the natural order. He has been voted most likely to choose who lives or dies.
Childhood, Summer Camp
At around 7 years old, still wondering the world, Haddon met a girl who got lost from a summer camp. She had stopped to save a ladybug from a spider web. Haddon was confused and tried to tell her that it was just the food chain, but she didn't want to hear it. Regardless, Haddon and Nessafarah talked to each other all the way as Haddon led her back to the summer camp. For the first time, Haddon actually stayed in an institutionalised place, just to be with Nessafarah. However, once the summer was over and Nessafarah went back home, the two never thought that they would see the other again, despite desperately wanting to. Eventually, Nessafarah would grow up to believe that the imaginary friend she made at that childhood summer camp was only her imagination.
Adults at Remedio
Haddon is found by Zachariah-Magnus of the Bowen Ark while scouting an island for roaming gods. Zachariah offers him Remedio/Remedio's labs, power tools, and an underground dorm. Haddon accepts and enrolls mid-semester. When he meets Nessafarah, he doesn't recognize her from camp (she's transitioned since then). She, meanwhile, realizes this is the boy from her childhood, it wasn't a dream. Her dormant godhood had subconsciously drawn them together back then, since gods tend to find each other.
Haddon and Nessafarah reconnect mid semester, however Nessafarah had developed a crush on Lagarde. Initially, Haddon felt a significant amount of jealousy. Havi, Haddon's mental contruct to hold his emotions, was going insane with an envy Haddon refused to emote. Nessafarah accidently helped Lagarde discover that he was demiromantic for his roomate, Alex. It was only then could Haddon and Lagarde become friends. Lagarde helped Haddon understand Nessafarah's feelings.
Internal Hostilities
From Haddon’s mind.
Two voices: One composed. One chaotic. Both very jealous.
Lagarde again. Of course it’s him. He’s always there lately. Saying things like “You’re really thoughtful, Nessafarah.” She blushed. She touched his arm.
Havi: “She touched his arm, Haddon!”
She laughed at something he said. That laugh, that soft hiccup one she does when she’s caught off guard and happy.
Havi: “HE STOLE OUR LAUGH. HE STOLE OUR LAUGH. That was ours, Haddon!”
“He’s allowed to be her friend,” I thought to Havi.
Havi: “Oh sure, he’s allowed to be her friend. Next thing you know he’s carrying her books and solving her trauma. Then the wedding.”
“She can kiss whoever she wants.”
Havi: “CAN and should are two different things and she should kiss us because we love her.”
“She deserves options,” I muttered. “Better ones than me.”
Havi: “OH NO YOU DON’T. Don’t you dare spiral into noble self-sacrifice!”
“He’s good for her.”
Havi: “WE’RE GOOD FOR HER, but you might already be losing her to Lagarde.”
The worst part is, I don’t even hate Lagarde. He’s a much better guy than half the school.
Havi: “…So what do we do?”
Stop talking.
Early Relationship at Remedio
Haddon and Nessafarah become close. Both know they like each other, but Haddon is bad at expressing it the way Nessafarah wants. He can say "I love you" and "I'm in love with you" openly, but he struggles with the romantic gestures she wants (Nessafarah is very idealistic).
During a training session, Nessafarah grows frustrated that Haddon doesn't respect her as a person, not as a mortal or god, just as her. She decides to reveal her secret: she is the Goddess of Transformation, and she's been dimming her godhood since childhood. Haddon was shaken, and panicked about her safety, stronger gods could exploit her, trap her, use her as a resource the way they once threatened to do to him. She wasn't safe at Remedio. This school, wasn't a school or a mental health resort, or whatever the commercials said, it was a social experiement. Nessafarah completely ignored his scolding, slowly pressed her forehead against his, and instead of kissing him, tells him she won't love him back until he respects her. She then walked away, and he followed her.
The Dance Between Power
The Dance Between Power
The sparring floor of D'Crombie’s inner courtyard was empty save for two figures, one composed, earth-toned and stoic; the other, a burst of pastel energy that twirled when she should’ve struck.
"Nessa," Haddon grunted, side-stepping her twirl. “You're turning a right hook into a pirouette.”
“It’s called flair,” Nessafarah replied cheerily, spinning on her mismatched pastel sneakers before striking a final pose, arms wide, cheeks flushed. “Fighting is just angry dancing, anyway.”
Haddon rubbed the bridge of his nose. “This is the third time this week. You still can’t block properly. You live in a school with gods, Nessafarah. You’re mortal. You need to learn how to defend yourself.”
She tilted her head, mischief in her freckled expression. “Does that mean you care about me?”
His eyes met hers flatly. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I care about you, Nessafarah,” he deadpanned, voice devoid of the slightest inflection.
She stepped forward, leaning close enough that the edge of her jacket brushed his chest. “Prove it.”
Haddon took a slow, measured breath. “I’m using valuable time to teach you how to fight-”
Her grin widened. “We both know that’s not what I meant.”
For the first time in the entire session, something flickered in Haddon’s composed features, a brief twitch of amusement. He lifted one finger and pushed her gently back by the forehead.
“Mortals,” he murmured, “get so overemotional.”
That lit the spark. Nessa snapped upright, arms folding across her chest.
“You don’t like me,” she said, “you don’t even respect me!”
Haddon, unaffected, folded his arms right back, watching her calmly. “Mortals have proven themselves to be irrational, repeatedly.”
Nessa let out a groan, spinning away from him to stare out across the glowing cityscape beyond the courtyard wall. The neon shimmer reflected in her pastel eyes.
“No,” she said, quietly. “You don’t respect me as a person. Not a mortal. Not a god. Just… me.”
She fell silent. For once, so did he. Then her shoulders lifted with purpose. “You know what? This counts as an emergency.”
Haddon straightened, alert. “You mean you see a threat?” His eyes scanned the darkening sky. “One you can’t defend yourself from, since you don’t know how to fight without words?”
Nessa turned slowly, her lips curling. “Wanna bet?”
Before he could speak again, he felt it, like a tidal wave of warmth and motion crashing through the air. His breath caught as the invisible veil around her peeled back and the raw, humming presence of godhood emerged. It rolled off her in waves, subtle but undeniable. Beautiful. Terrifying.
“You’re…” His voice cracked. “You’re a goddess? W-why didn't you-”
Nessa raised one finger, tapping it lightly against his chest. “Why didn’t I tell you? Because you were worried, weren’t you?”
Something in him buckled. “I was-” he confessed, hands suddenly clutching her shoulders, fingers digging slightly into her jacket. “Are you insane?! Do you have any idea what this means? What will happen if the other gods find out?”
His voice, ever calm, now sounded frayed. “Do you know what they’ll do to you? What they’ll want from you? Nessa, it takes massive power to dim godhood. You’ve been hiding this for years?!”
She blinked up at him, and for once, she smiled. “Aren’t you going to ask me what the threat was?”
He exhaled sharply, loosening his grip. “The only threat here is you,” he muttered. “You're radiating so much divine energy, you could power the school's generator.”
His expression darkened, eyes distant. “When I first arrived here, stronger gods joked about locking me in a machine in the basement, to run the school like a glorified backup battery. Is that what you want? To become a resource? You can't even maintain your composure when someone challenges you, let alone hurts you. Doesn't that scare you?”
The silence that followed was devastating.
“…What scares me, Haddon,” she said quietly, stepping closer, “is the thought that my friend only respects me because I’m a goddess.”
The courtyard air stilled. Haddon’s mouth opened slightly, but no sound came. Nessa reached for him gently, brushing her fingertips against his hand. Then she stood on her toes, eyes lidded, and whispered, “Close your eyes.”
He hesitated, but obeyed. She did, too, but instead of a kiss, she pressed her forehead against his, her breath brushing against his lips.
“I’m never going to love you back,” she whispered, “until you respect me. This is my curse.”
Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled, radiant, sweet, devastatingly firm, and walked away.
“Nessafarah!” Haddon called after her, his voice unsteady. “You can’t be this careless. What if I was in Rev? What if I’d… I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. Another god–”
But when he looked up, she was already gone. He clenched his fists, breath tight in his throat. Then, cursing under his breath, he broke into a run. Because sometimes, no matter how composed a boy is, a girl like that always gets him to chase.
"Smile for Me", Small Breakthrough
Nessafarah nervously asks Haddon to smile for her. He does, genuinely. She's thrilled and takes a photo, but then she pouts and says she wishes she could make him smile without asking. He smiles at her pouting, involuntarily, and she catches it. He explains he hides his emotions to protect them from enemies. She dismisses him as foolish. He keeps smiling at her stubbornness.
Smile for Me
Nessafarah: *Stops ratting for a second* ...*looks at him nervously* A-am I bothering you?
Haddon: *expressionless* No.
Nessafarah: ...Are you sure?
Haddon: Positive.
Nessafarah: ...Um...
Haddon: Finally out of words? *expressionless*
Nessafarah: No! *indignant* *then relaxed* I just-I want to ask you something, but I don't know if it'll be rude or not.
Haddon: Shoot.
Nessafarah: *breathes out* Okay...Do you think you could smile, for me? I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. I know you don't usually...emote.
Haddon: *not understanding how important this is to her* Sure. *gives a genuine smile*
Nessafarah: *expressive* Woah! I didn't think you'd actually do it! We gotta take a picture right now! *takes a picture with him on her phone. She then looks at the picture and frowns.*
Haddon: What's wrong?
Nessafarah: Oh, it's...a lovely picture but...I just wish I could get you to smile without asking. *pouting*
Haddon: *smiles at Nessafarah pouting* I promise you, Nessah, I'm smiling on the inside.
Nessafarah: *indignant* What's funny?!
Haddon: *composed* You puff up like a pufferfish when things don't go your way.
Nessafarah: *gasps* Take that back right now!
Haddon: No.
Nessafarah: Right now! *Haddon smiles at her* You're doing this on purpose!
Haddon: *smiles at her*
"Maybes and Mixed Signals", The Almost-Confession
Maybes and Mixed Signals
A mild spring wind drifted through Remedio’s west courtyard, sweet with wisteria. Haddon had claimed a patch of sun-warmed stone near the koi pond, a field notebook balanced on his knee. Nessafarah lounged beside him on the grass, propped on her elbows, pastel sneakers kicking idly at a daisy that refused to bend.
She had been quiet for almost a minute, an eternity by her standards, before she sighed, cheeks puffing.
“‘Think I’m being bullied,” she announced.
Haddon’s head lifted. “By who?”
She cut him off with a raised finger. “It’s a girl. Don’t worry about it.”
He closed the notebook, attention sharpening. “Who is it?”
Nessafarah shrugged, eyes drifting toward the pond. “Not important.”
“You brought it up,” he countered, tone as flat as the page he’d been writing on.
Her spine straightened; a flicker of steel flashed behind her eyes. “You know I wouldn’t stay friends with anyone who hurts women.”
A pause. He weighed her words. “If it’s a god, I’ll handle it, and I’ll talk to her, female gods are equal to–”
“And what about mortals?” she shot back.
He hesitated, calculations derailing. “Mortals are weaker.”
Nessafarah folded her arms, pouting immediately. “I’m mortal, and when I become worthy of being a god, I’m coming for you!”
Haddon’s mouth twitched, almost a smile. “You could beat me now.”
“How?”
“I’d let you win.”
She rolled her eyes. “All right, stoic hero, answer me this: if I asked you to skip your work this Saturday, just to hang out, would you?”
His gaze swept the courtyard, then her. “We’re hanging out now.”
“Not like this.” A blush colored her cheeks. “It would be… different.”
“Different how?”
“It– do you even care about me?” Words tumbled faster than courage.
“You know I love you.”
“Then prove it!”
“How?”
“I’m not going to draw you a map, Haddon!”
“You said communication was important; you not telling me is counterproductive.”
She jabbed a finger at his chest. “You never talk about your feelings!”
“I just said I love you.” He caught the slight hitch in her breath. “Correction: I’m in love with you.”
Nessafarah groaned, half-flustered, half-delighted.
Haddon’s ears warmed. “Do you… want flowers?” His voice dipped, utterly earnest. “I’ll find some that aren’t poisonous.”
“You’re hopeless.” She slumped against his shoulder, letting her hair brush his sleeve. “I’m not asking for grand gestures.”
“You haven’t asked me for anything,” he murmured.
Silence stretched, filled only the koi’s idle splashes.
Haddon cleared his throat. “So who’s bullying you?”
“What?” She blinked up. “Oh, that. I was being dramatic. It was a conversation filler.”
He threw his hands skyward, the smallest spark of genuine exasperation breaking through. “We. Have. Had. No. Conversation. Since we sat down!”
Nessafarah’s giggle burst free; the sound rippled through him like warm rain. He couldn’t help it, he laughed too, a short, startled sound, and set his hands gently on her shoulders, turning her so he could see her eyes.
“Nessa, are you being bullied?”
“No.” Her smile crinkled the freckles on her cheeks.
“Do I need to fight anyone?”
Another giggle. “No.”
“Do you like me back?” His voice dipped to something fragile.
She bit her lip, eyes bright. “Maybe.”
“That’s–” He blinked. “Great.” A beat later confusion crept in. “Wait, maybe?”
Nessafarah lifted one shoulder, grinning. “Yeah. Maybe.” She tapped his chest with a playful finger. “Convince me.”
Haddon exhaled, the tentative curve of a real smile settling on his face, one that promised slow, steady devotion.
"Moonlight and Mint Leaves", Late Night Walk
At 2:14 AM, unable to sleep, they walk together into the forest beyond campus. At his their clearing, Nessafarah confides that she doesn't feel like a real goddess. He tells her she doesn't have to be anything other than who she is. She falls asleep on his shoulder. He carries her back.
Moonlight and Mint Leaves
Moonlight and Mint Leaves
From Haddon’s perspective
Current Day , Remedio campus, 2:14 AM. Sky overcast, air damp with spring dew.
We didn’t talk at first. She walked beside me, crunching twigs and muttering about how the grass was too wet. I let her complain. It helps her wind down. Her hood kept slipping back. She kept pulling it up. By the fifth time, I just pulled it down entirely and tucked her hair behind her ears. She stuck her tongue out at me, and I smiled.
We left the stone paths of Remedio and entered the forest trail.
“I hate when my brain does this,” she finally said. “Like it knows I need sleep but decides to process every injustice in the world instead.”
I looked at her sideways. “You mean your conscience works overtime?”
"D'you ever experience anything like that?"
"...No-"
We reached the clearing I like. The moon broke through the clouds a little.
“I don’t think I’m meant to be a goddess,” she said suddenly.
I didn’t answer, not right away.
“I know I am one, technically, but I don’t feel like one. I want to help people, but what if I can't.”
“You don’t have to be anything other than who you are,” I said.
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Then I added, softly, “Even when you’re wrong, and ranting like a crazy person, and when you dance through my training and call it self-expression. I still believe in you.”
She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and I didn’t flinch this time.
“You’re not romantic at all, you know that?”
“I’m not trying to be.”
“Well…” she yawned, voice trailing, “you’re accidentally kind of good at it…”
We sat in silence for a while. Her breathing slowed. I let her rest against me, even as the dew crept up from the grass and the night got colder. Eventually, I lifted her gently, quietly, so I wouldn’t wake her, and I carried her back.
"Savannah of Firsts", The First Kiss and First Date
In the savannah biome, Nessafarah breaks down about her privledge and how she wishes she could use it to help others. Haddon holds her, comforts her, and when she asks how he's been, he admits he's more panicked than he lets on, specifically about whether he's allowed to hold her. She tells him to just ask. He asks to kiss her. She refuses since he hasn't taken her on a proper date yet. He asks her on a date for Saturday. She's ecstatic. They are both so excited and become impulsive: he tells her he loves her again, they lock eyes, and they kiss. Both are stunned and overjoyed. He asks to kiss her again. She cups his cheeks and kisses him again. Havi cheers internally.
Savannah of Firsts
Savannah of Firsts
The savannah biome in Remedio’s vast campground smelled of sun-warmed grass, dusty acacia, and faint ozone from distant lightning towers. Haddon had chosen it for its quiet, tall golden stalks broken only by rust-colored outcrops and the hum of insects, but today that hush felt fragile. Nessafarah clung to him, shoulders trembling, tears blotting tiny crescents into the front of his shirt.
On the surface Haddon looked statuesque: jaw set, eyes calm, mouth a straight line. On the inside, well, as for Havi, both were a mess. He wrapped his arms around her anyway, letting her cheek settle against his collarbone while her breaths hitched.
“Everything feels wrong,” she managed, voice thick. “I want to live ethically, Haddon, but every object I touch comes from child labor or some underpaid factory worker. Electronics, clothes, everything. I look for ethical brands, but they never make my size, and every time I speak up, someone claims I’m just being performative, but children are wasting their lives for pennies. Some of them could have been doctors or scientists–”
Haddon stroked a slow line down her shoulder blade, choosing his words. “A life doesn’t lose value because it never earns a PhD.”
Havi within Haddons mind screamed “THAT WAS THE WORNG THING TO SAY, YOU’RE GONNA MAKE HER FEEL WORSE-”
Nessafarah sobbed harder. “I didn’t mean it that way! I just… I feel so, so bad for them. Every day.”
He tightened his hold. “Those burdens aren’t your responsibility.”
She pulled back, mimicking his monotone. “Because ‘there are bigger things at stake’?”
He shook his head. “Because living under constant guilt isn’t good for you.”
“I can live how I want,” she shot back, wiping her cheeks.
“You can,” he agreed, voice gentle. “But you look miserable.”
Her shoulders sagged. “Don’t say that. It makes me feel worse.”
“You already feel worse,” he pointed out.
A watery laugh slipped from her. “I… I guess I always feel bad.”
He held her until the tremors eased. She sniffed, then offered a small, rueful smile. “Sorry. I’m turning you into my therapist again.”
“You can talk to me about anything,” he said.
She inhaled slowly. “Then… how have you been?”
His eyes flicked to the horizon, where artificial thunderheads pulsed. “Things are more chaotic than I let on.”
“I know.”
His gaze snapped back. “You do?”
“You try to hide your emotions, but I can tell when you’re panicking.” She touched his chest. “Like right now.”
Words jammed in his throat. “Alright, there’s this. I’m… holding you, and any moment you could say, ‘Haddon, how dare you touch me, I trusted you.’ How do I know when I can hold you?”
Her lips curled. “Only one way to find out: ask.”
Heat crept up his neck. “C-Can I kiss you?”
“What? No.”
“Why not?”
“You haven’t even taken me on a first date!”
Bewilderment flashed across his face. “Haven’t we been on multiple dates already?”
“Hanging out as friends isn’t a date. A date is when you try to spark romance.” She huffed.
A beat of realization. “Right… Would you go on a date with me?”
“Yes!” Her hands flew up. “Finally.”
“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Are you free this Saturday? We could meet here at 3 and… go from there?”
She flung her arms in the air. “Finally! That took you so long!”
His imulse overtook him; he grasped her shoulders and turned her, eyes bright for once. “Nessafarah Bitowitz, I love you.”
Her breath caught. They locked eyes, hazel meeting blue, each seeing the other unshielded. Neither could recall leaning in; lips simply met. Soft, startled, and perfect. The kiss broke; they stared, wide-eyed.
“OH, MY GOD,” they blurted together.
Haddon’s voice trembled with exhilaration. “I’m so confused, so happy!”
Nessafarah squealed, hugging him hard. He hugged back, arms wrapping fully around her waist. “C-can I kiss you again?” he asked, hopeful and wrecked. “Or do I have to wait for the date? Honestly, I don’t think I can, ”
She cupped his cheeks, cutting off the plea with a succession of quick kisses across his mouth, his jaw, the tip of his nose. Their laughter rose, clear and weightless, as if the guilt of supply chains and the dread of apocalypse had cracked open to let in spring sunlight.
In the middle of the yellow grass. Haddon’s emotion burst; Havi cheered, Nessafarah’s burdens lightened, if only for a moment, in the surety of arms that finally held her close. They laughed again, no world on their shoulders, just the dizzy hush of a first date promised, and a second kiss imminent.
"Seconds of Everything", The Hug That Fuses Them
Nessafarah runs to Haddon after passing her debate trial (she'll represent the trans-human rights module). She flings her arms around him. The force of the moment causes Haddon and Havi to briefly fuse, he smiles without effort. Later, alone in his dorm, he sits with his hand over his chest, quietly processing how it felt to hold her.
Seconds of EverythingSeconds of Everything
Scene: Outside the Remedio greenhouse. The sun’s starting to set. The sky is all soft gold and lilac streaks, the kind of color that makes you believe the world’s still worth saving. Haddon is holding a packet of seedlings.
Nessafarah: “HADDON!”
He barely has time to process the pitch of her voice before she’s wrapped around him,
arms over his shoulders. At that moment, Haddon and Havi fuse, and they smile.
Nessafarah: (still glowing) “Sorry, sorry, I got excited! I just passed my debate trial and they’re letting me represent the trans-human rights module in front of the visiting panel! Isn’t that amazing?!”
Haddon (composed again, voice steady): Congratulations. I’m happy for you.
Nessafarah (giggling, unaware): Are you actually? You’re so stiff. One day, I’m gonna hug you so hard you loosen up like wet clay.
Havi: She doesn’t know how she makes us feel.
Later, Haddon sits alone in his dorm, the spores still sealed, untouched. His hand hovers over his chest, remembering how it felt to hold her.
Haddon (quietly, to the silence): …Wow.
"Worthy", Haddon Affirms Her
Under an oak tree, Nessafarah spirals about whether she deserves her title as Goddess of Transformation. Haddon systematically dismantles all her doubts, and he'll stand beside her whether she succeeds or fails. She goes from fully convinced she's unworthy to "seventy percent convinced you're right." He says he'll work on the other thirty.
"Charm", Haddon Shouts for the First Time
Nessafarah pushes herself to dangerous exhaustion making transformation charms for trans kids. She collapses. Haddon shouts her name for the first time. He holds her, tells her she must take care of herself, and says plainly: "I need you." She promises to try to give herself the same mercy she gives others.
Charm
A late-summer wind rustled the tawny grass of Remedio’s plains biome, bending stems in shimmering waves. Here, far from dorm roofs and curious gods, Haddon hovered at Nessafarah’s side while she crouched over a clay disk no wider than a teacup saucer. Golden sigils glowed faintly along its rim, flickering like candlelight in the bright sun.
She pressed two fingers to the charm and exhaled. A thin thread of rose-colored light poured from her chest into the clay. Her shoulders trembled.
“It feels like giving blood,” she whispered, breathing unsteady. “Like the power’s being siphoned straight out of my veins.”
“That sensation is normal.” Haddon kept his voice calm, scanning the horizon for any godly signatures. “You’re embedding god-power into matter.”
Another surge. Her knees buckled; she dropped to a seated sprawl. The charm fizzled, brightness sputtering.
“Time to stop,” Haddon said, stepping forward.
“No.” She tried to plant her hands, force herself upright. “I can keep going, ”
“You’ve done enough.” He knelt, catching her elbow.
“I have to keep going,” she hissed, eyes glassy. “I live in privilege. There are trans kids who get nothing, no blockers, no safe bathrooms, nothing but hate. Trans rights are human rights. If I don’t push harder, I’m–”
Her vision swam; she clutched her stomach, gagging.
The next sound was something Nessafarah had never heard from him: a full-throated shout.
“Nessafarah, STOP!”
She froze. The charm slipped from her palm, rolling into the grass with a weak ember still pulsing at its center.
Haddon’s arms were around her in an instant. She sagged against his chest, tears slipping hot and silent.
“Why, Haddon?” she choked. “Why am I so weak? I’m unworthy.”
He gripped her shoulders, forced her to meet his gaze. For once his eyes blazed, unmasked.
“You almost passed out,” he said, voice raw. “You must take care of yourself.”
“But what abou– ”
“How will you protect anyone if you can’t protect yourself?” He drew a shaky breath. “Ness… it terrifies me that you think you’re worthless. Yes, you have a gigantic ego, but that’s because you care so much.”
She stared, lip quivering. “I don’t, understand.”
“Miserable, abused people existed before we were born, and though we’ll fight it, some will exist after we’re gone. I need you alive, Ness, not dying of exhaustion.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I need you.”
Tears blurred her sight again. “I don’t know how to live with the guilt. It’s so unfair, ”
“It is unfair… Ness,” he murmured at last, “promise me you’ll give yourself the same mercy you give everyone else. Keep a piece of it. Please.”
Her arms looped around his neck. “I, I promise,” she breathed, unsure if she could wholly keep it, but knowing this: she would try, because he asked.
The failing charm flickered once more in the grass, then steadied, its glow faint yet enduring, tempered by love and mercy.
"Willow Tree", Settled Couple
Now openly together. Under a willow, watching Lagarde and Alex be affectionate, Haddon quietly asks if she ever really liked Lagarde. She explains that she helped Lagarde discover he was demiromantic and that Alex was the one for him. Haddon relaxes. She asks if they'll be that affectionate. He kisses her neck. Lagarde and Alex cheer them on.
Alex, slathered in barbecue sauce from a club cook-off, sprinted in frantic zigzags. Lagarde chased him with a napkin in one hand, and a grin wide as dawn;
Under the shade of a willow, Nessafarah lounged against Haddon’s chest.
Haddon’s arm squeezed just a touch around her waist. “Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm?” She tilted her head, freckles catching the sun.
“Did you actually like Lagarde back then?” His voice stayed low, but a flick of tension rode it. “Or were you… pretending? To prod me.”
Nessafarah’s laugh bubbled up. “Haddon, I didn’t know you could be jealous.”
Color rose on his cheeks. “I’m not, –I–I wasn’t” He followed her gaze: Lagarde finally tackled Alex, wiped the sauce from his face, then planted an unabashed kiss on his lips. Haddon cleared his throat. “You’re allowed to find people attractive. I’d never–”
“It’s okay,” she teased, drawing a little circle on his forearm. “‘Makes me feel special.” She watched Lagarde press another kiss to Alex’s forehead. “‘Truth is, Lagarde spent centuries drowning in reincarnations. We talked a lot. I helped him realize that he was demiromantic.”
Haddon’s brows knitted. “Meaning…?”
“He only feels attraction after a strong emotional bond.” She nudged his temple with her nose. “He says Alex was the first person to ever reach him.”
Haddon exhaled, the tightness in his shoulders loosening. “You really do help people, Nessa.”
She shrugged. “Those two were doomed to adore each other anyway. I just supplied the vocabulary.” Her voice went playful. “Think we’ll end up that affectionate?”
“If it were up to me,” she said, sliding a hand under his jaw, “we’d out-affection them daily.”
Haddon dipped to press a slow kiss to the side of Nessafarah’s neck. Above the lawn, willow leaves rustle like applause.
Alex spotted the display and pumped his fists. “Get it, you two!” Lagarde clasped his hands, radiant, “You two are adorable.”
Nessafarah leaned back into Haddon, laughter humming against his ribs.
"Messing with Her", Comfortable Banter
Haddon and Nessafarah are settled enough that he deliberately messes with her. She can't stay mad. He boops her nose. They're at ease.
Messing with Her
Late afternoon sunlight slanted through Remedio’s courtyard, catching dust motes and the edge of Haddon’s notebook. He sat on a low stone wall, trimming a cluster of seedlings. Nessafarah approached with two iced coffees and a question already forming.
“Why don’t you take any in-person classes? You’re missing out on the fun parts of college life, you know.”
He snorted softly. “Nothing enjoyable about rooms full of hormonal, hierarchy-obsessed gods jockeying for dominance.”
“As one of those over-emotional, hierarchy-loving gods, who wants equality, mind you, I think it’d be nice to hang out with you more often.”
Haddon’s mouth twitched. “We’ll have plenty of time together after society collapses. You can join me in my survival bunker.”
“I’m not spending eternity in your mancave.”
“It’s not a mancave. Women are welcome too.”
“Oh, really?” She crossed her arms.
“Absolutely. Besides, the bunker I have now is just a prototype. Once I patent my experiments and leverage the income, I’ll build one five hundred times larger, maybe bigger.”
Nessafarah rolled her eyes. “Suppose I don’t want eternity in a concrete vault you never asked if I even wanted. Maybe I’d rather date someone who enjoys life.”
“Can’t enjoy life if you’re dead,” he countered.
She set her coffee down with a little thunk. “I’m serious, Haddon. If you won’t share my college life, lectures, and clubs, I’ll find someone who appreciates a girl who’s smart, beautiful, and exercising more.”
Haddon cut in, voice gentle but firm. “Nessafarah, in case I don’t say it enough: you are incredibly intelligent, you shine unfathomably bright, and it’s perfectly natural how your body diverts weight to protect the womb you don’t use.”
Her jaw dropped. “What the, ‘womb I don’t use’? No one says that! Do you think women exist just to birth kids or something?”
“Obviously,” he replied, expression unreadable.
She gasped. “You’re messing with me!”
A grin cracked across his face; laughter followed, quick and unrestrained. “Yes,” he admitted, chuckling under his breath.
“Stop it, stop that right now!” She tried to pout, but a laugh broke through.
“You looked so betrayed,” he chuckled, reaching out to boop her nose. She swatted at his hand, giggling despite herself.
Premala
Premala is the Goddess of Efficiency, a fire-and-water elemental and business major known for her diligence and excellence. Though she appears cold and stoic, she is deeply emotional and hides her vulnerability behind a wall of competence, fearing society won't accept her dual nature. She values merit above all else and holds grudges against unfairness. She has been voted most likely to become the ruler of everything.
Nessafarah and Premala became roommates at Remedio and people are surprised at how well they get along. Nessafarah sees the vulnerability Premala hides behind her composure and fiercely defends her against anyone who reduces her to "the scary blue flame girl." They quiz each other during study sessions, watch movies together, and share a dorm that looks absolutely ridiculous with two competing plushie collections. Nessafarah considers Premala one of the most genuinely caring people she has ever known, and will tell anyone who listens.
Ves
Ves is a mortal poet and debater who believes words can hit harder than violence. Before enrolling in Remedio,Ves fearlessly entered dangerous divine territories to read poetry to tyrannical gods, engaging them in conversation and challenging their perspectives. They maintain a cool, unshakeable goth aesthetic and treat gods and mortals with equal, casual respect. Ves values intellectual rebellion and the power of dismantling arguments to find the truth. Ves has been voted most likely to graffiti their name within the collective unconscious.
Nessafarah sought Ves out after learning about their history of walking into divine territories and reading poetry to tyrannical gods. She admired the bravery it took to challenge beings of immense power using only words, and that admiration drew her to the rooftop where Ves spent their evenings. Their early conversations focused on activism and the shared belief that language could dismantle oppressive arguments.
Ves sharpens Nessafarah's reasoning when she prepares for debates and trans-human rights presentations, refusing to let sloppy logic slide just because her heart is in the right place. Nessafarah aspires to carry herself with the same principled composure Ves maintains, treating gods and mortals with equal, casual respect. They discuss what it means to treat every person with the same weight of dignity regardless of their power, and Ves models that principle so naturally that Nessafarah studies it like a skill she is determined to master.
Lagarde
Lagarde is the god of Perception and a philosophy major grappling with depression from the crushing weight of over 7k+ past incarnations. He, like many other gods, is trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation. Lagarde views reality through a nihilistic lens, often retreating into a passive "foliage form" of vines and leaves when the world becomes too overwhelming. He has the immense power over plants and over the domain perception, often through the ability to become a 3rd eye on someone's forehead. And yet, he is a gentle pacifist who refuses to weaponize his abilities, preferring quality time with his friends. He has an aura of grace, composure, and ancient weariness. He is far more connected to his godly instincts than any other student at the school. He has been voted most likely to ascend to an incomprehensibly powerful form and reform reality into something bearable.
Nessafarah developed a crush on Lagarde earlier in the year and spent extended time with him, listening to him process the crushing weight of over seven thousand incarnations. Through patient conversations, she helped him find the language for feelings he had carried for centuries without understanding them. She helped him realize he was demiromantic, which ultimately led him to recognize his love for Alex. The experience cost Nessafarah a piece of her heart, but she considered the outcome worth watching him be genuinely happy with someone else. Llagarde also served as Haddon's temporary romantic rival as he got to Remedio about a quarter into the year.
Lagarde, Nessafarah, Haddon, and Alex now spend time together as a group without any lingering awkwardness, because every person involved processed their feelings with honesty instead of resentment. Lagarde helped Haddon understand Nessafarah's emotions despite trying to hide his jealousy, and Nessafarah stepped aside gracefully so Lagarde could find the person who could reach him.Nessafarah would go through that heartbreak a hundred times over if it meant Lagarde got to experience the connection he spent thousands of years missing.
Alex
Alex, known to close friends as his real name, Hong-qi, is a mortal theater student who uses high-energy performances and humor to mask a deep-seated fear of being invisible. Growing up overlooked in a crowded family, Alex developed a desperate need for validation, treating social interactions like a stage where he must earn his place. He is chaotic, humorous, vivacious, talented, trendy, but also envious and deeply insecure. He is a math prodigy with extensive knowledge about media analysis/production and theater, but his hyperactivity and impulsiveness make him seem a lot less intelligent than he really is. Alex is slowly learning to be more authentic, realizing that he is already enough, and that he does not need to become famous to get the love and approval he so desperately seeks. Voted most likely to preserve all human knowledge on a smudged DVD.
Nessafarah and Alex became connected through their shared friendships with Lagarde and Haddon. She was the person who helped Lagarde understand his own heart, which ultimately led him to recognize his love for Alex. Their friendship formed from the aftermath of that emotional tangle, built on the fact that neither of them needed to pretend around each other about the complicated feelings involved.
Nessafarah is one of the few people Alex trusts enough to share his real name, Hong-qi. She has had deep conversations with him about film analysis that surprised her with their sophistication. Nessafarah appreciates that Alex's theatrical exterior hides real intelligence, and Alex appreciates that Nessafarah never felt threatened by his relationship with Lagarde.
Adair
Adair is a merman and the God of Mythology, known for his arrogance, baking skills, and ability to conjure and control legendary beasts of varying solidity. Adair demands excellence in all things he does, from soccer to pastry making, and refuses to coddle those he views as mediocre. His meticulous perfectionism and towering arrogance are matched only by his formidable work ethic.He defines success through absolute excellence, consistently proving that he can back up every claim he makes. He believes the old ways of divine hierarchy were superior and isn't afraid to bruise egos to maintain his status. He has been voted most likely to season the rain with seasalt to make it forever sweet.
Adair created a unicorn illusion, and he made it disappear specifically whenever Nessafarah entered the room. He used the prank to question her womanhood as a trans woman, making the mythological creature vanish in her presence repeatedly so that onlookers would question her gender identity. (Unicorns in mythology could only be seen by virgin women.)
Nessafarah considers Adair one of the most deliberately cruel people she has encountered at Remedio. Haddon, who's normally nonviolent, punched Adair in the face over the incident, leaving him bleeding and visibly shocked that someone would challenge him. Nessafarah refuses to let anyone, god or mortal, use legends written by people who never met a trans person to dictate who she is. She wishes Haddon had not done that but secretly finds what Haddon did very romantic.
Kornelia
Kornelia is a centaur goddess and a gifted storyteller who studies how humans adapt to the divine. Kornelia utilizes "Singspiel," a power that pulls listeners into her narratives as immersive figments, allowing them to witness the stories firsthand. She acts as a diplomat and overachiever, possessing the unique talent of making even the worst news sound palatable through song and grace. Despite her pleasant and polished exterior, she struggles with self-criticism and the pressure of family expectations. She believes in understanding all perspectives and uses her voice to bridge the gap between myth and reality. She has been voted most likely to write the book of life.
Kornelia trains Nessafarah using her Singspiel ability, letting Nessafarah practice within immersive narrative scenarios so that when she shows up to protests, she will be ready to use her godhood. Kornelia provides the structured guidance Nessafarah needs to stop running from the goddess she is becoming.
Leland
Leland is God of Victory and a celestial centaur whose coat shimmers with the gradient of the evening sky. He majors in computer science and astrophysics, seeking to reconcile the conflicting advice he receives from the Sun, Moon, and Earth. Battling severe ADHD, he is a blur of energy who finds solace in speed, open spaces, and the freedom to roam. He possesses the power to nudge results toward success but treats this ability with disciplined restraint. Optimistic and empathetic, he dreams of one day galloping through the stars to mediate between the celestial bodies that guide him. He has been voted most likely to sip on the milky way.
Nessafarah first noticed Leland because of the disciplined restraint he exercised over his own godhood. She watched him exist visibly and powerfully with principle, treating his ability to nudge results toward success. His example showed her what was possible when a god stopped apologizing for their nature. Nessafarah studies how he carries himself, a celestial centaur who wields enormous power with empathy and optimism, and she sees in him the kind of god she wants to become.
Lambal
Lambal is a mortal student who arrived at Remedio as a devout evangelist but was transformed by the school's culture of radical inclusion and affection. Now sporting both a halo and a demon tail, Lambal floats through campus in a blissful unbothered haze. Despite his small stature, he's quite the romantic and tends to attract others easily. He has been voted most likely to kiss someone's curse away.
Lambal and Nessafarah gravitated toward each other naturally because they both express affection physically and freely. He took her hand in the corridor during a conversation, and she completely lost her train of thought because his warmth was so genuine and unexpected. Nessafarah holds Lambal's hand, kisses his cheek, and returns his affection without hesitation because his warmth invites it effortlessly. Lambal can sense emotional energy, and he has picked up on some secret about Haddon that Haddon won't reveal to her.
Yvette
Yvette is a harpy and is the Goddess of Surveillance, who views her current life as a precious miracle after surviving a past existence where she nearly froze to death. Yvette studies Latin to feel in control of history and works as a mail sorter, finding immense joy in organization. Her supernatural eyesight allows her to see details others miss, a skill she uses to quietly watch over her roommates, who are her reincarnated flock unaware of their shared past. Deeply grateful and dutiful, she pushes herself to exhaustion because she feels resting would waste the sacrifice made for her second chance. Despite her sweet, innocent demeanor, she possesses a shockingly dirty sense of humor and a secret craving for rats. Voted most likely to be the last person standing during the apocalypse.
Their bond solidified during an incident where Clarity froze Nessafarah's drink, which caused her tonge to get stuck to the ice. Yvette spotted the situation before anyone else could fully process it, walked up without a word, opened her wings, and shielded Nessafarah from the stares of the entire hall while guiding her back to the dorm. Once Premala defrosted the cup, Yvette casually suggested that the closest source of heat Nessafarah could have used was Haddon, because being near him would have set her on fire, and if that failed, he could have just flexed. The comment was delivered with a completely innocent expression, and Nessafarah has not recovered from it. Yvette's humor catches everyone off guard because her sweet, dutiful exterior hides a devastatingly dirty sense of humor.
Clarity
Clarity is the Goddess of Clarity, a competitive swimmer who views the world and everyone in it as filthy and irredeemable. Traumatized by a childhood of exploitation as a "miracle cleaner," Clarity is obsessed with purity and isolation, dreaming of escaping to a sterile oceanic planet. She bullies others to project her self-loathing and maintain control, using her powers to freeze or drain those who annoy her. She is cold, cruel, and deeply lonely, unable to see past the grime she projects onto reality. She has been voted most likely to snort plasma.
Nessafarah's warmth and optimism reminds Clarity of something she lost before the world stripped it from her, and that recognition fuels her cruelty. The hostility escalated after Clarity observed Nessafarah holding her breath underwater for an unusually longer time than the average mortal. Clarity mocks Nessafarah's activism as performative. She once froze a cup solid while Nessafarah's tongue was still on it, forcing her to walk back to her dorm with a cup dangling from her tongue. Yvette shielded Nessafarah from onlookers with her tongue.
Alodie
Alodie is a mortal and aspiring somnologist who studies the sleep patterns of divine beings with obsessive scientific rigor. She possesses a psychic ability to transfer energy to and from living things and views emotions through a scientific lens.
Alodie detected irregular energy fluctuations in Nessafarah's sleep patterns that were inconsistent with baseline mortal readings. Alodie studies the sleep patterns of divine beings with obsessive scientific rigor, so the anomaly caught her attention immediately and prompted further investigation.
Alodie delivered a twelve-page questionnaire to Nessafarah's dorm about her sleep habits. Nessafarah panicked and filled out the questionnaire as boringly as possible, writing "no" to every question about unusual phenomena. Alodie watched her the entire time and noted that her handwriting changed pressure three times on page six. Alodie is not malicious, she simply follows her research wherever it leads, and right now it is leading directly toward the truth Nessafarah is desperately trying to hide. Haddon told Alodie to stop.
Jeong
Jeong is the newly crowned God of [CENSORED]. He masks the severe trauma of killing the previous god of [CENSORED] in self-defense by adopting an obnoxious, bratty child-like persona. Terrified of his own capacity for violence and desperate to avoid conflict, Jeong uses his cuteness as a shield to push others away and hide his deep-seated fears. He finds sanctuary in the FreeEden Sect of the Humble philosophy, dedicating himself tirelessly to their events and finding grounding in caring for the club's rabbits. He frequently reverts to childlike babble when stressed, feeling misunderstood by a world he views as inherently dangerous. He has been voted most likely to snap when we least expect it.
Nessafarah sat down next to Jeong in the FreeEden garden while he was holding a rabbit in his lap, and she immediately began analyzing his behavior through her aspiring-psychologist lens. She gently told him that his cuteness acted as a defense mechanism and that he might benefit from exploring why he felt the need to hide behind a persona. She had, regrettably, not asked if he wanted her input before starting.
Jeong stared at her in complete silence for ten seconds, which is alarming because Jeong is never silent, and then told her in the most deadpan voice she had ever heard from him that he was going to sue her for practicing without a license. Nessafarah fully admits she deserved that response. She recognizes that Jeong carries something heavy beneath his bratty persona, but she is learning to tell the difference between when someone needs support and when they need space. He waved at her the next day, so they aren't on bad terms.
Alegander
Alegander is a mortal student who shares his body with a heroic god-entity that takes over to fight bullies, leaving him with memory gaps and unexplained injuries. He is diligent and organized, keeping meticulous journals to maintain a grip on his fragmented reality and combat his severe imposter syndrome. He fears the power within him but shares that same drive and moral compass to protect the weak, even if he doesn't remember doing it. He collects artifacts in hopes of communicating with his passenger and bridging the gap between them. He is a reluctant hero trying to survive his own life. Voted most likely to have free will on opposite day.
Alegander approached Nessafarah several times wanting psychological perspective on living with an entity he cannot communicate with. Every instinct she has as a future psychologist told her to sit down with him and help him bridge the gap between himself and his passenger. She wanted to help, genuinely, but the risk of spending extended time near him while hiding her own divine nature forced her to keep her distance instead.
Nessafarah avoids Alegander because the entity inside him acts without his consent or awareness, fighting gods and leaving him with memory gaps and unexplained injuries. If her divine energy leaked during a heated moment and the entity detected her hidden godhood, it might reclassify her as a threat, and Alegander would have no say in what happened next. She admires his moral compass, but the cost of being wrong about her safety is too high. Haddon agrees completely that Alegander should stayfar away form her.
Zaden
Zaden is a mortal student with schizophrenia who relies on his service dog, Talia for guidance. Born as the powerless "runt" of a god's affair, Zaden rejected his father's legacy and now fights for stability and financial independence. He is disciplined and guarded, using strict routines and reality-checking commands to manage his hallucinations. Though he's a natural loner who trusts slowly, he possesses a quiet empathy for others trapped by their circumstances. He is inwardly optimistic, refusing to let his illness or his lineage dictate his future. He has been voted most likely to be spared in the dog uprising.
Nessafarah and Zaden were walking near the eastern corridor when an older god threw a concussive shockwave that launched them both into the wall. Zaden hit harder because he was closer, and Nessafarah watched him immediately begin whispering reality-checking commands to Talia to verify whether the attack had actually happened. That moment broke her heart, seeing someone forced to confirm that their own pain was real because their perception could not always be trusted.
Nessafarah yelled at the god who attacked them at full volume while Zaden told her she should not have done it because a mortal challenging a deity could have ended much worse. She walked him to the medical office despite his insistence that he was fine, and Talia nudged her hand the entire way there.
Juko
Juko is a Jubokko tree yōkai posing as a Charms major, who's enthusiastic about his thirst for ichor. Despite how adorable he may seem, he lacks social boundaries and often invades others' personal space, earning him frequent beatings from classmates. He views people as food sources or customers, arrogantly believing he can exploit anyone. Ultimately, he is a parasitic trickster who uses his encyclopedic knowledge of magical artifacts to bargain with. He has been voted most likely to be turned into a toothpick.
Juko approached Nessafarah after somehow learning she crafted transformation charms, and he offered to trade his encyclopedic knowledge of magical artifacts for access to her work. He also casually implied that he had detected certain "irregularities" in her energy signature, making it clear that silence about those irregularities was part of the deal he wanted to broker. Nessafarah got angry instead of panicking, which earned his respect.
Nessafarah provides Juko with exactly one low-grade cosmetic charm per month, nothing powerful or permanent, and in exchange he completes a volunteer task and keeps his observations about her energy to himself. He tried to negotiate for two charms per month, and she told him he could have one charm and her continued willingness to acknowledge his existence, or zero charms and consequences. He tilted his head, sized her up, and told her she was scarier than people think. Haddon doesn't know about this.
Sawyer
Sawyer is the Goddess of Competition and a fire-breathing sociopath who hides her draconic wings under her sweater. Sawyer rejects all authority and uses psychological warfare to dismantle her enemies, thriving on the pain of others. She views life as a zero-sum game where she must be the last god standing, fueled by a deep-seated rage against the religious abuse of her childhood. She has been voted most likely to become a better person.
Nessafarah became aware of Sawyer through Premala, who endured Sawyer's relentless attacks on her dual nature as a fire-and-water elemental. Sawyer mocked Premala in class by calling her dual nature "genetically indecisive," and Nessafarah watched the fallout from across the lecture hall with her fists clenched.
Nessafarah screamed with joy when Premala stood up in front of the entire room and demonstrated both elements at full power with surgical precision, creating a rotating column of superheated steam that rattled the windows without damaging a single thing. Sawyer's smirk vanished completely. Nessafarah ran up to Premala in the corridor afterwards and hugged her so hard they nearly fell over.
Geneva
Geneva is the Goddess of Spontaneity, a selfish and playful deity who treats the world and its inhabitants as toys for her amusement. Geneva grants life to objects only to threaten them, enjoying the power she holds over her creations. She is a skilled lie detector and actress who plans to become a broker of blessings, forcing desperate people to play her games. She is spiteful and whimsical, caring only for her own entertainment and victory. She has been voted most likely to starve players to death in a prolonged game of monopoly.
Nessafarah confronted Geneva directly about her practice of granting life to objects only to use them as servants and discard them when she is bored. She told Geneva that creating living beings specifically to exploit them is cruel, and Geneva responded by laughing at her.
Geneva's dismissal cemented them as enemies. Nessafarah views Geneva's godhood as the worst possible use of divine power, treating sentient creations as disposable toys rather than beings with inherent worth. Nessafarah's entire moral framework revolves around helping people become their true selves, and Geneva uses her abilities to strip autonomy from the things she creates.
Yaro
Yaro is the God of Rest, Contradiction, and Hostility, yet he chooses to live as a shallow, sleep-deprived "nice guy" chasing popularity. Yaro has buried his true personality under layers of performative behavior, and pretending to have interests he doesn't understand. He is practically indestructible but emotionally hollow, sneaking into parties where he isn't wanted and laughing at jokes he doesn't get. He is a tragic, airheaded figure who has traded his divine potential for a desperate, failing bid at likability. He is harmless, boring, and utterly lost in his own facade. He has been voted most likely to get a restraining order against him.
Yaro decided he had a chance with Nessafarah and began pursuing her without making any attempt to know her as a person. He treated her as a prize to be won rather than an individual to be understood, reducing her to her appearance while ignoring everything she stands for.
Nessafarah cannot stand Yaro. She views him as a shallow, performative person who has buried his true personality under layers of behavior designed to make him likable. He has never asked about her activism, her studies, her beliefs, or her identity. She considers his interest entirely superficial, and his lack of genuine curiosity about who she actually is makes her angry every time he tries to engage with her.
Kuro
Kuro is the Goddess of Order and a kitsune-taur who possesses the curse of knowing the indisputable truths that society often rejects. Traumatized by past lives where she was executed for her knowledge—most notably as Galileo—she has become bitter, misanthropic, and reluctant to help others. Kurō hides her many tails and her brilliance behind a mask of cold superiority, partially-resenting that she is now admired only for her beauty. She believes it is safer to let people fail than to risk her own safety by correcting them. Deep down, she longs to be a teacher and a trusted source of wisdom, but fear keeps her silent and cynical. She has been voted most likely to get executed again lol.
Nessafarah's activism exhausts Kuro, but it also reminds her that some truths are worth fighting for. Their friendship formed through Nessafarah's persistence in engaging with Kuro despite Kuro's bitter exterior, and over time Nessafarah became one of the few people who knows Kuro's deepest secret: that she still wants to teach.
Nessafarah represents the motivated action Kuro once possessed before centuries of punishment for speaking the truth stripped it from her. Kuro sees in Nessafarah the direction her own life could have gone if she had maintained the optimism and courage to keep fighting for knowledge. Nessafarah keeps pushing Kuro toward reclaiming her role as a teacher, gently refusing to accept that the goddess who was once Galileo should settle for being admired only for her beauty. Kuro finds the persistence annoying and necessary in equal measure.
Elias
Elias is a flamboyant, yet affable mortal student who feels hollow without the adoration of an audience. As a child, he perfected singing so that he would be seen as talented and adopted by a loving family. Instead, he was adopted by the church, given angelic powers, and put to work as a gospel musician. Elias has a love/hate relationship with Christ, and has adapted to his misery by vicariously accepting the praise he earns for Christ for himself. He fears that he would be worthless without his angelic powers, so he plays the role of the perfect missionary. He uses his charismatic voice to gather admirers, masking his deep loneliness with a dazzling smile. He has been voted most likely to turn water into whine.
Elias finds Nessafarah simultaneously infuriating and deeply admirable now, watching her speak at campus events with conviction so genuine it makes his own ministry feel hollow by comparison.
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