The Asimovs' Helspawn

[Seraphite]

Hina Asimov

Fire (Glorious Inferno)/Plasma/Illusion (Energy Opener; T1 Alchemist)

"You're my child. It doesn't matter who gave you to us or what people think you might become; I love you, alright?"

A woman who used to float above the ground, your mother is a flickering flame of her former self. Once warm and extremely kind to all, she's now become more manic than before, illusory magic tangling itself around her in quite a lovely weave. She seems to have contacts from Osrona to Achyon, the Shadowmire and even the Dreadwoods themselves. With each person that turned their ire towards your father, she slowly began to break down, the boiling point coming when he was captured in front of her and dragged away to his demise. Now, she puts on an obvious façade of normalcy - all for the purpose of making sure you're okay, even as she sobs in private.

You're the light of this woman's life, despite all of the pain that she seems to have gone through - especially now that your father is dead. Always willing to carry or help ease your pain with the alchemical of the day (or attempting to use her crude medical knowledge to patch you back up), to talk to you during those rare moments where you didn't sleep so much, or to simply exist within your vicinity, her top priority has been making sure that you're well. If you ask to meet somebody she's in contact with, she'll do her best to arrange it. With that said, she knows that she may have never gotten to know what the real you is, and may never do so.

She doesn't care, though. She loves you more than she loves herself, even if you reject her.

Dimitri Asimov

Sound (Symphony)/Wind/Energy (T1 Artificer; Dark Guardian, Hel's Dancer)

"You were... unexpected, by a long shot. Your, let's say, 'humble' beginnings brought much stress to your mother and I- but... I'm grateful I have a legacy. Just don't tell Hecate that.- Wait, shit."

A man who once floated above the ground, constantly elevated by his own inflated ego. With each one who focused their ire upon him, focusing on his beautiful symphonies, the wider he smiled. Your father was a patriot, his compassion in this day and age nurtured by your mother. Despite his lack of a soul, he cared for all those who had sworn loyalty to the Empire; were they hurt, he would attempt to return the ire tenfold.

Your father was executed by Rhesus DeLaurentis before you were old enough to navigate the world, but he still played quite a large role in your life. He attempted to instill Barsburgian values into you in order to increase your chances of living successfully in Achyon, along with offering to help with any magical talents and other pursuits you wished to learn of (at least, once the things making you resemble his wife grew in on you). Artifice and violin in particular were a focus if you were interested.

His violin, Song of Hecate, has been promised to you when you're powerful enough to wield it. You also own a vial of his ashes, given to you by your mother.

Speaking of Hecate...

Hecate Elaide

"Let's see how they turn out, hm? Humans have this terrible habit of making me lose interest lately, even if I have enjoyed the little one's company... So fragile."

As a prominent figure in Helheim since the beginnings of the Elaide bloodline, this violet haired sorceress recently became one of the Five Marquis. She rules over many floating, fractured planets and sits in the epic centre of it all within her fortress of ruins. Fragments of the destroyed land of Astya make up her domain.

She took your father under her wing. A merciful goddess despite his many failures, Hecate was even so kind to bless the barren Asimov with children in a pulse of unnatural fertility! That's where you come in.

What does this role entail?

• Born disfigured and crippled, you were all skin and bones, fitting into the palm of your mother's hand as a newborn. Physically weak, you've slept a lot. Every waking moment was painful where simple movements could cause agony (bone fractures and muscle spasms). Despite this, your body grew at an accelerated rate, entering adolescence in the span of just a few years.
  
• It is in dreams where you found your escape. You were welcomed to the realm of Elaide where her many servants nurtured you. She taught you to play instruments, how to read and write, history and philosophy. While comatose and despondent in reality, in sleep it was were you were free. You've likely formed a strong relationship of subservience and loyalty to Hecate, as such.
  
• At the physical age of thirteen (despite your true age just being a few years) you're finally strong enough to navigate the world. In fact, in puberty your magical potency is bursting, giving you the energy to live a 'normal' life. If not for the fact that 'accidents' tend to happen around you and have since you were born. The unfortunate consequence of this was that you can no longer visit Hecate in dreams - but perhaps you'll find a way.
  
• You resemble your mother and father physically, but your eyes are a deep purple like Hecate's. The windows of your soul reflect your affinity and the path you may walk.
  
  

also, added at the behest of one (1) former violinist: 

• You have a pet spider Nethradin named Mortia. A relatively lonely figure who prefers to cause ripples in the web of society, you and your family are the only ones she tends to surface around unless it's in combat.
  

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