((Enter Maya's Doppelganger - CS à venir bientôt))
Une femme se tenait seule dans une pièce blanche stérile. Ses bras enroulés autour de son torse, tenus en place par une veste inconfortable qui correspondait aux murs blancs. La pièce sentait le métal amer et l'alcool. Avec sa tête inclinée curieusement sur le côté, la femme fixait de façon indéfectible dans un miroir. La personne qui la regardait en arrière était, dans les termes les plus simples, jolie; chair souple drapée sans défaut sur des structures osseuses bien définies, formant une apparence sophistiquée et régale. Tandis qu'elle était légèrement déshonorée, ses cheveux blancs argentés se déchiraient comme de la soie. Un sourire étiré sur son visage, provoquant ses joues à se serrer de la fatigue, mais l'inconfort était un simple tir superflu de neurotransmetteurs. Elle n'a pas ressenti de douleur. Ses yeux, qui glissaient comme des flaques de sang congelé, ne transmettaient pas la même gaieté de ses blancs nacrés et de ses joues pliées. Ils étaient comme des vides qui menaçaient de dévorer toute chose vivante sur laquelle leur regard tombait.
Une déconnection mentale a coupé la présence cognitive de la femme de son existence physique, la faisant se demander si elle était même dans les limites étouffantes de la chambre blanche. Elle était plus ou moins détachée : un observateur piégé dans un corps. Ses pensées étaient calmes, simplement des échos mélancoliques qui flottaient autour d'un paysage brumeux et sans forme. Alors qu'elle continuait à regarder dans le miroir à l'horrible femme souriante, un sentiment terrible griffa sur son estomac. Elle connaissait la femme, mais les pièces n'étaient pas connectées. Après des minutes, ou peut-être des heures, elle a réalisé que la femme était elle-même. Pourtant, ce n'était pas elle en même temps.
Le sourire s'est serré sur le visage de la femme. Les coins, fissurés de déshydratation, rougissant de rouge avec des gouttes de sang piquantes. La douleur n'a suscité aucune réaction.
Une.
Une.
Une.
Le nombre s'est infiltré dans ses pensées. Son sourire s'élargit. Les muscles dans son visage criaient pour le soulagement.
Il ne peut y en avoir qu'un.
Toujours glorieusement à l'écart de ses dents, ses sourcils sillonnaient les pensées invasives qui grinçaient dans son cerveau comme des asticots.
Il ne peut y en avoir qu'un.
O-un.
Images d'une femme qui ressemblait à la femme dans le miroir, à l'exception de ses yeux qui brillaient un bleu brillant au lieu de cramoisi, vu dans son esprit. Alors que la femme n'en était pas consciente, elle était un éclat d'ombre d'une âme... un simple fac-similé forgé dans l'existence. En effet, elle possédait un corps humain ; cependant, elle manquait de son humanité. Le brouillard qui brouillait son esprit se dissipait lentement, peut-être une conséquence de l'usure de la drogue, mais le divorce entre l'esprit et le corps restait, la laissant sentir la morsure engourdie du néant.
La vision écœurante de l'immobiliste aux yeux bleus, qui a maintenant complètement consumé ses pensées, a incité la femme à battre violemment en avant contre ses contraintes tout en faisant des écharpes intestinales et inhumaines jusqu'à ce que les liens aient cédé à contrecœur. À sa libération, son bras s'est accroché vers l'avant, brisant son poing nu dans le miroir, brisant à la fois le verre et ses articulations. Son sourire, toujours infaillible, se reflète dans les milliers de morceaux éparpillés de sang.
Il ne peut y en avoir qu'un.
Name: Maya Lavandula
Age: 27
Archon of: Water

Physical Attributes
Apearance: With long muscular legs and a toned torso, Maya’s physique resembles that of an Amazon warrior. She is roughly 5’11 and 140 pounds. Her posture is upright and commanding due to years of royal etiquette training. Coming from an alien race, her features are slightly more angular than those of a human. In addition, her hair ripples down her back like a silver waterfall, and her eyes are piercing pools of aquamarine.
Physical Weaknesses: Low pain tolerance…definitely still a princess in that regard. Maya is easily broken if the ones she loves are in danger, causing her to be reckless and self-destructive at times. She is agile, but not fast. She can’t run long distances without tiring out easily. Also, she sucks at shooting guns –basically has the aim of a blind person, so hit the deck if you see her holding a gun.
Physical Strengths: Years of self-defense training are ingrained in her brain, allowing her to excel in hand-to-hand combat when pitted against someone her own size. While she is slow on land, she is incredibly fast in the water due to her Archon abilities. Maya can also hold her breath for long periods of time underwater. Her strong upper body and powerful legs allow her to climb easily. Archon related strengths include her being able to control the element of water; she can lift it, move it, shape it, and can absorb it from anything…even living beings.
Mental Attributes
Personality: By now, Maya has been through a lot. While she has never been overwhelmingly bubbly or flamboyant, she was much cheerier in her youth. The events that have taken place shattered her like a piece of pottery; the cracks may be glued back together so that she resembles her old self; however, the scars are still present. Despite being broken, she hangs onto the regal elegance of her past life. She continues to uphold a level of clear-headedness and retains her penchant for logic. Unlike the others, she isn’t spurred on by revenge or tainted by cynicism. If anything, this whole ordeal has made her more compassionate and loving towards the ones she holds most dear which compels her to fight harder than ever before.
Likes: Archon of Time, swimming, drinking, fluffy clouds, waterfalls, starry nights
Dislikes: Being alone, being tickled, feeling helpless, fire, nightmares
Phobias: Losing the ones she loves. Letting people down. Being left behind. Burning to death. Falling from great heights. Mind control.
Background
Biography: Maya hails from the planet Neodomus (New Home) which is inhabited by aque sapiens, a sister species to homo sapiens (There is a huge backstory to this planet, but that is a story for another time).
Maya was born into royal blood. Her father reigned as king over the territory of Jaspae, and her mother, unbeknownst to Maya, was the godlike Archon Aquarius. Her early childhood years brimmed with fond memories as her parents lavished love and attention upon the young princess. Unfortunately, that cheerful chapter of her life ended abruptly at the age of seven when an unknown villain slashed both of her parents’ throats while they slept.
The responsibility of the throne was thrust upon Maya like a yoke upon an ox. While there was a Council of Nobles established in order to help guide the young ruler, they were anything but helpful as they paraded under the pretense of good intentions. Maya saw them for the vile creatures they were; greed and lust for power saturated every fiber of their beings. For years, she struggled to maintain control over her country while simultaneously undergoing private lessons in both scholarly subjects and physical combat. She loved her country, but she abhorred the crushing societal pressures which accompanied the crown and throne.
Once again, Maya’s life changed drastically when a mysterious man by the name of Marcus Skylark washed up on her castle’s beach. Mistaken as a spy, Marcus, the Archon of Light, was brought before Maya. Upon realizing that the young ruler was the daughter of the Archon Aquarius, Marcus propositioned a ludicrous story wherein Maya was some magical descendant capable of wielding great power. Furthermore, the strange man spoke of a war going on…one that involved her parents’ murderer. It took quite a bit of convincing, but Maya ultimately came to terms with her destiny as she agreed to go with Marcus on the Leviathan.
After embarking with Marcus and the other Archons, Maya went from spoiled royalty to skilled warrior. Imbued with the elemental power of water, she felt unstoppable (and more than a little bit cocky). The Archons easily overcame the initial scrimmages with minimal damage. Yes, the Archons were good, great even, but little did they know that there was someone so much better and so much worse than they could have ever imagined. It was a losing battle. Friend by friend, comrade by comrade, Maya witnessed the Archons die, a piece of herself dying with each one. During the final battle, the Archons of Light, Time, and Water fought ferociously, like wild animals trapped in a corner, but it was to be the end of another chapter. As they faced the permanent oblivion of death, the Archon of Time made a last-ditch effort to save them all by sending them back to the beginning. Humbled by the horrors she experienced, Maya enters a new timeline with the determination to save the ones she loves and conquer Ragnarok once and for all.
Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Close combat with precise and graceful blows. Her assaults are deliberate and calculated. When given the opportunity, she will stalk and observe an enemy before engaging in conflict. She likes to figure out weaknesses.
Preferred Team Role: Assault / Flank Attack
Weapon: Capella – Trident that is an Archon heirloom which helps to enhance her powers.
Unique Equipment: Eh, not really.