#lavaliere

[boylerpf]

Art Deco 18K Gold .50 CTW Diamond Lavalier Pendant

Source - Boylerpf

[alwaysanovice]

Once again thinking about the implications of the line "It was your choice. Remember that."

@theviolettulip

[theviolettulip]

Some Disenchanted Character Descriptions, mostly the Quints

Mostly for my own use. Quickly combed through the book for this. When I have my own copy I'll try to find more details.

@alwaysanovice this isnt really that interesting but could be useful to have 🤷‍♀️

Ella - Black; bronze bouncy "unfettered" curls, free at first then in a pretty twist later

Dash - White; VERY tall; green eyes; most likely blond hair

Dimity Gusset - White; "complicated sweep of red hair"; green eyes

Tiffany Farthingale - White; "limp blond hair"; "big blue eyes"

Lavaliere - sleek dark hair; "pale-slender face"; "large Grey eyes"

Paisley Pannier - "said Paisley, patting her intricate braids"*

Loom Batik** - coarse blue-black hair in spikes, kinda like Jasper's (for the ball, it "grew long, straight, and shiny, hanging in artistic, jagged lines around his face and past his shoulder, with one thick lock that was not white but actually clear as glass")

Garb Garter - probably White cuz "his face turn[ed] red, then very pale"; currently bald and it doesn't suit him

Maud Poplin - White; dark curly hair THAT WAS HER WIG OOPS shes actually blond; "clear blue eyes"

Clement Charming - White; "piercing blue irises"; also tall (him and Dash are the same height)

Clover Gourd - Black; "handful of years older than Ella, shockingly tall and angular, with close-cropped white curls on one side of her face and a blast of black frizz standing straight out on the other"

Linden Gourd - Black; head shorter than his twin; "he sported spectacles and a floor-length leather coat with one sleeve sliced off to expose his right arm" which is "dark purple from shoulder to fingertips with the Kiss of magic"

Chemise Shantung - Chinese; "dark, glossy lock"/hair; plump, cupid lips (one could say that theyre "succulent" XD (poor Dash)); according to cursed!Dash: "satin skin, graceful hands, eyes that hypnotized his heart"

Nexus Maven - Black, so her son Mercer Garrick is too

*this is why I think she's/hc her as Black (thx for correcting me @goob505, I mixed her up with Dimity)

**I hc him as Indonesian cus batik has Indonesian origins

Also isn't it funny how literally ALL of their names are clothing/jewelry/fabric-related-crafts?? I mean who in the world is named GARB?? Bro should be the one getting bullied...

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Arwen

Carcanet - archaic: an ornamental necklace, chain, collar, or headband

Celestial - ethereal, otherworldly

Coalesce - to unite into a whole

Eidolon - ideal

Eyewater - archaic: tears

Fulgent - radiant

Gossamer - extremely light, delicate, or tenuous

Lambent - softly bright or radiant; marked by lightness or brilliance especially of expression

Lavaliere - a pendant on a fine chain that is worn as a necklace

Lilaceous - of or resembling the color lilac

Numinous - appealing to the higher emotions or to the aesthetic sense; spiritual; mysterious

Perenniality - the quality of being persistent, enduring

Pur autre vie - for another's life

Recherché - exquisite; rare

Rivière - a necklace of precious stones

Rosewater - affectedly nice or delicate

Salutiferous - producing a beneficial effect; remedial

Scintillation - rapid changes in the brightness of a celestial body

Troth - loyal or pledged faithfulness; fidelity

Venust - archaic: beautiful, graceful, elegant

More: Word Lists

[richarlotte]

more things you swear by?

Japanese Lingerie.

I swear by Japanese lingerie, especially if you love detailed sets. My body doesn’t suit American-made lingerie now that I’ve lost so much weight, and I learned about Japanese lingerie from r/abrathatfits on my journey to find what suited me. The bras are forward projecting and give me a much better side view. I love buying matching lingerie sets, and the sets I usually go for are lacy and intricate; they’re incredibly well priced for the quality they are, and they fit me the way I like my sets to fit me. Buying lingerie is extremely feminine to me, and I love finding sets that complement my body. I’m still not as secure in my new body as I’d like to be, and good lingerie makes me feel beautiful again.

French Tips.

French tips are my go-to. They look good, they’re low maintenance, they’re universally acceptable, and they look clean. When done right, they make my hands look longer and thinner than they are, and I love that with a thinner white line, they look and feel delicate. I mostly do French mani-pedis; it’s a habit I got into when I first went to Chicago, and it’s served me well, so I doubt I’ll ever stray from it. The nail salon combo is widely accepted to be DND865 and DND473, and I do an acrylic overlay on top of my natural nails, keep an oval shape, and request a thin tip if I’m not doing BIAB again. I won’t get into the acrylic vs. BIAB debate at the moment, but I will say that when properly done, BIAB looks amazing, is better for helping you retain length, and it lasts longer than acrylic while looking better.

Classic Makeup and Flicky Layered Hair.

I love styling my hair and doing my makeup; it’s like a reward for waking up in the morning. I get to sit down, make myself pretty, and enjoy the entire process. I figured it was time to update my skincare and makeup routines once again, so I took the time to start watching makeup tutorials (Uma Jammeh, amazing) and using what products I already have to adapt certain looks to my face. As for hair, I’m obsessed with Sarmadina de Beaute as of late and layers. I think my hair looks best with heavy, flicky layers (Remington curls) if I don’t have the time to do a blowout, and I’ve really embraced the process of both finding styling inspiration and actually doing my hair. I found my ultimate inspiration the other day, ordered hair immediately, and cut and styled one of my synthetic wigs to get the look in the interim, and I’m smitten.

Minimal Jewelry.

I’ve always worn minimal jewelry; I’m a major fan of Cartier, and I’ve curated a small collection that I wear nearly every day. I love accessorizing, but I don’t like wearing a million things that have no meaning; I prefer to only wear things I love or things that have a story behind them. Gold is my metal and diamonds are my jewel. I prefer this combo over all of the other combos I’ve seen or worn before, but I also occasionally wear mother of pearl when the time is right. I dislike being weighed down by poorly made pieces; I think jewelry can be used as a statement (when needed), and putting thought into what I wear and what I want my jewelry to say has saved me a lot of misery. With the exception of my charm necklace or lavaliere necklace, I try to wear the same sets every day.

Lymphatic Massages and Red Light Therapy.

Now that it’s November and the weather is soon to turn cold again, I’m much more focused on cardio and my diet. Because I’ve filled my weekday mornings with Pilates and my afternoons with the elliptical and stairmaster, I’ve added lymphatic drainage massages and red light therapy to my weekend schedule. I’ll be in Europe, on the slopes, in the freezing cold for the majority of my winter break, and I’m preparing for that now. Lymphatic massages are a lifesaver for me, especially during allergy season, and full-body red light therapy is just an additional benefit. I’ve also switched from studio yoga to hot yoga and from the steam room back to the sauna, stopped drinking coffee, and really started focusing on increasing my flexibility.

Tinting, Tanning, and Toning.

I love having dark skin already, but I do tend to go wild with the self-tanning in the winter. In my mind, there’s nothing more beautiful than dark skin against white snow, and the darker I am, the better I look. I grew up being told that I was too dark, but I’ve embraced it. I’m proud of my skin, and I love the richness of it, and I use tanner as a way to cover up the scarring on my body and contour my face. As for tinting, I tint my brows and lashes darker than I normally would in the colder months because they don’t turn over or fade as quickly. I never ever tint my eyebrows jet black; that color is far too harsh for my face, and I can’t pull it off at all. I use the darkest brown on my brows and jet black on my lashes. When it comes to toning, I spray my entire body with the Ordinary’s glycolic acid and let it dry after showering for the best results. I swear by it for clearing body acne and preventing any body odor.

It’s similar but different.

[oldjewelryfeed]

Vintage Amethyst Lavaliere Necklace

[the-jewel-catalogue]

The fascinating story of the most infamous necklace in British portraiture

B is for Boleyn. The now iconic single-initial lavaliere, immortalised in Anne Boleyn’s portrait as Queen consort to King Henry VIII, has become synonymous with the scandalous royal and her untimely end.

Royal sitters of imperial portraits took great pains to curate the ensemble in which they were to be immortalised. Ergo, by posing in an overt symbol of her identity as a Boleyn - in her official portrait as a Tudor Queen no less - Anne deliberately breaks with the conventional representations of a deferential British consort.

The acquisition of this provocative piece of jewellery hints at the audacious influence the chief mistress of the French King – Françoise de Foix, Countess of Châteaubriant – likely had on the future Queen of England. During her transformation at the French court, Anne acted alongside Françoise as a lady-in-waiting to Queen Claude of France.

If legend is to be believed, then the ‘other Boleyn girl’ – Mary Boleyn, Anne’s sister and former mistress to Henry VIII – was given the necklace during her last visit with the disgraced Queen in the Tower of London and safeguarded it for her niece, the future Queen Elizabeth I 

According to this persistent lore, three of the four hanging pearls on the Imperial State Crown – thought to have been added by Elizabeth I – are believed to be those from her mother’s famed necklace.

[takucraig07]

I have kept all ornaments of our love. I still take my coffee the same way, with two sugars as you preferred. I have Maynards for breakfast and I tie my left shoe before my right. My hand still lingers to be held when i walk in public and my signature fragrance is the one you gave me for my 21st birthday. I have kept many things, footprints showing that you were here. That is why you are— my lavaliere lover.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 15, 1964

Brigitte Bauer wears a short green brocade dress, with rhinestone orbs buttoning a fluffy little jacket that sits to the tips of the shoulders, framing a lavaliere on a chain of sequins. By Harold Levine, cotton, silk and rayon (Color fabric); Halle Bros. necklace by Apex Art. White pillbox top by Miss Alice.

Brigitte Bauer porte une robe courte de brocart vert, avec des globes de strass boutonnant une petite veste moelleuse qui repose jusqu'au bout des épaules, encadrant une lavallière sur une chaîne de paillettes. Par Harold Levine, en coton, soie et rayonne (tissu Couleur) ; Collier Halle Bros. par Apex Art. Pilulier haut blanc par Miss Alice.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

[pastsplendors]

Sterling Silver and Tricolor Fossilized Amber Resin Gemstone Necklace Lavaliere Style Cognac Green and Egg Yolk by PastSplendors http://dlvr.it/TLXdcg

[boylerpf]

Gold Diamond Flower Seed Pearl Lavaliere Necklace

Source - Boylerpf.com

[edupunkn00b]

Mise Out of Place

Edited photo. Original by Icons8 Team via Unsplash.

mise en place (ˌmē-ˌzäⁿ-ˈpläs) noun Borrowed from French. A culinary process in which ingredients are prepared and organized (as in a restaurant kitchen) before cooking Also : the set of ingredients prepared using this process

Written for @starlocked01 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. I hope you enjoy this mix of crack and fluff with some elements unexpectedly made canon by last week's video.

Many thanks to the developmental beta reader, "Some Guy," who provided invaluable assistance and cheerleading with this story. Fluff is hard, y'all.

WC: 2k (okay, almost 2K) - Rated: T for a bit of swearing - CW: fluff, crack, and a hint of Remus-y imagery - [ AO3 ] -

“And… we’re live!”

“Thanks, Freddie,” Roman muttered, just out of earshot of the lavaliere mics pinned to Patton's and Remus' aprons.

“Maybe after his glow up,” Janus murmured, equally quietly.

Patton grinned at the camera, the edge of Janus’ hat fuzzy and barely visible past the glare of the ring light. “Hey there, Kiddos—”

“I’m Remus!” Said Side jumped into the frame, one long arm draped over Patton’s shoulders. Instead of looking at the camera, he stared expectantly at Patton, his grin far, far too wide.

Patton nodded, his own smile still plastered on. “And I’m your Happy Pappy Patton!”

Remus leaned closer and they said in unison, “And welcome to Messers en Place!”

Janus’ hat bobbed on the other side of the camera and Patton’s smile brightened. They’d practiced and practiced—and practiced—their video intro, each time failing to be in sync. Even Patton had begun to fear they’d have to rewrite it. But this time, when it mattered, really mattered, they did it!

“And what are we making today, Pattycake?” Remus prompted him when he failed to say his next line.

“Oh, right! To-daay…” He drew out his words as he looked around the ingredients oh-so-carefully spread out over the countertop. Mise en place, Roman had called it. Logan had tried to hide his surprise behind a little fumble with his glasses, but Patton hadn’t missed the way Logan’s eyes had widened.

“Ahem, well, yes, Roman is correct,” he'd finally managed. Remus bounced on his toes next to Patton, picking up each tiny bowl and sniffing at its contents.

“Careful there, Ro Bro,” he'd cackled. “Nerdy Wolverine’s gonna bust a nut with you knowing things.”

“I am not—”

“Hey, Pattycake, what’s this one?” Winking, Remus pulled him back into the present moment and shoved a bowl of brown spices into his hands.

“Oh, um…” Patton sniffed carefully. “It’s cumin, Remus.”

“Well, if you insist…” he began, reaching for his belt.

“Remus!” Roman cried, bonking his brother's head with the boom mic.

“Muse, not now, boy,” Janus murmured from the other side of the room.

Virgil groaned from his perch at the top of the refrigerator, silently tapping the sides of the fire extinguisher in his lap. “Are we sure having these two do a cooking show was a good idea for the stream?”

“Of course it is!” Remus and Roman said together. 

And it really was a good idea. The twins had blurted out the concept together during a brainstorming session and even Logan had agreed this would be first in their livestream series. He'd even suggested the name.

So here they were, the two of them, about to cook. Together.

They could do this. Patton could do this.

Remus’ smile had grown too wide again, eyebrows arched high.

Right, the cumin.

“We’re making spaghetti and meatballs,” Patton remembered his line and smiled at the camera.

��Balls,” Remus muttered under his breath, shoulders dancing.

Patton gasped and sneezed into the little bowl, spraying cumin up into the air and all over his face.

“Oh, I gotcha, Daddy—”

“Remus!” Roman lowered the boom mic with an offended huff only he could manage to sound princely. 

“Aw, Kiddo!” His catigan sleeves were safely tucked beneath his apron, but he brushed them clean anyway. Remus whipped out a concerningly clean handkerchief from under his sash and dabbed at Patton’s face. 

“It’s sweet,” Patton smiled at Roman just off camera.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Roman muttered.

“You don’t get paid at all, Princey!”

“Need I remind you all we’re still live?” Logan hissed from the hallway.

“It’s fine, Logan, dear,” Janus murmured, tapping the laptop just out of frame. Comments scrolled up the screen faster than they'd ever been. “The viewers are eating it up.”

Logan frowned at the screen for a long moment before shrugging. “He’s right. Okay, carry on."

Face now clean, Patton nodded and carried a big stock pot to the sink. “Right, first step is to start the water. Remus, will you—”

“One step ahead of you, Daddy!” Patton barely made out his words over the rush of the faucet.

And the crash just behind him.

Patton swung around, water sloshing out of the pot and onto the floor. “Remus!”

Remus had shoved all the measured ingredients to the far edge of the counter. Spices and oil spilled over the plate of ground meat and the long loaf of italian bread was broken in half. A wedge of parmesan had impaled the softening butter and the head of garlic had rolled onto the floor. At the center of the counter was a giant neon green air fryer into which Remus had jammed the entire—sealed—box of linguini and a jar of sauce. "Oh, and Merry Christmas, by the way. Thought you could use one of these babies!" he said, slapping the top of the device. "Hm… I wonder if I could fit one of those in here, too…"

“Wait, Remus, no—” Patton dropped the stock pot and reached out as Remus cranked the air fryer up to 500°F and slammed the start button. 

“Well, it was nice having a kitchen,” Virgil muttered and pulled the pin from the extinguisher, nozzle aimed directly at the air fryer.

“No, it’s fine,” Patton said, voice cracking even as he grinned up at Virgil.  “Don’t worry, Kiddo, everything will be—”

The air fryer beeped and the scent of burning paper filled his nose. He rushed toward the counter, hands outstretched to unplug the fryer, but his heel skidded on the wet floor and he slammed into Remus’ back instead.

“Hey, if you wanted to dance, Pattycake…” Remus spun around, catching him before he fell. “You could’ve just said so!”

“Remus!” Patton cried, clinging to his tunic as thick black smoke and the flicker of orange flames erupted out of the appliance. “Fire!”

With the grace of a cat and accompanied by a woosh of extinguisher foam, Virgil jumped down and doused the air fryer, the counter and most of Patton and Remus with the fire retardant. 

A spark caught on the edge of Virgil’s hoodie sleeve and the mic squealed as Roman dropped the boom and rushed over to smother it.

“Princey, I’m fine! Let’s get the rest of this—”

“Shit!” Roman swore as he slipped on the spreading puddle of water and extinguisher foam in the center of the room. Virgil grabbed him by his sash, pulling him to his feet.

“Gotcha, your Highnessness.”

Off camera, Logan slid closer to Janus. “Are we still filming?”

“Mm-hm. Wine?” he asked, offering a large goblet he’d procured from… somewhere.

Eyebrow raised, Logan accepted the glass and took a slow sip. “Out of everything in the kitchen, this is what you chose to save?”

“Why, yes, of course," he murmured before finishing his own glass and refilling it.

“Acceptable.”

~

Long after the livestream ended and the kitchen was—mostly—put back into order, the Sides called it a night and, one-by-one sauntered off to bed.

All the Sides but Remus, at least. Well, and Patton.

Remus had waited until everyone else's room had grown quiet and the lights spilling out from under each Side’s door had clicked off. A flickery bluish glow remained under Virgil’s door, but he typically wouldn’t actually fall asleep for another few hours anyway.

Patton’s door, though… Patton’s door had remained closed tight, without even the usual fairy lights brightening the edges of the door frame. And without the happy little sounds of his bedtime playlist.

Patton hadn’t gone to bed.

Taking more care than usual, Remus slipped off his boots and crept downstairs, skipping the creaky third and fifth steps. The living room, kitchen, and hall were dark, the patio door closed and locked with the blinds drawn tight. The clock on the microwave cast long, faint shadows over the kitchen floor and Remus spotted a bit of movement followed by a tiny sound.

He held his breath and waited. There it was again, a soft sniffle.

Dropping to the floor, Remus peered under the kitchen table. Patton sat hunched in the far corner, sweater-clad arms hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh, hi, Kiddo,” he mumbled, wiping his cheeks against his forearms. “Can’t sleep?” he asked as though Remus was the one hiding alone in the dark.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing, Pattycake.”

“Oh…” Patton didn’t explain what the fuck he was doing down there, cardigan pulled over his potassium bicarbonate and cumin—ha!—stained apron. He just sort of looked down at his hands and pulled his legs up closer to him. Almost like he was making room.

Remus clambered under the table next to him, not quite touching but close enough to smell the smoke in Patton’s hair and clothes. Remus' own clothes smelled like his experiment upstairs and he inhaled the plasticy, acrid scent of burnt dyes and the forever chemicals from the extinguisher. It was even better than the fires for making s’mores at Thomas’ summer camp as a kid.

Remus wiggled his toes, watching Patton from the corner of his eye. He’d tucked his face close to his knees but his cheeks glimmered with new, silent tears. Remus breathed in again. The kitchen would reek of smoke for a long time after this.

“C-A-M—”

“Maybe later?” Patton sniffled. “I’m just not in the mood to sing right now, Kiddo.”

“You sure about that?” Remus scooted a little closer and bumped their shoulders together. “It’ll help if you just sing along…” He waited, watching Patton tap his foot, toes squelching in his still-sopping shoes. 

“C-A-M-P…” he began again, slower this time.

“F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song,” Patton sang softly.

“C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song…” Remus repeated.

A little smile cracked across the other Side’s face, softer and more real than it had been all day. “The C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song.” Patton took a breath like he was about to jump into the next verse but he frowned, nose scrunched. “It still smells like burnt air fryer in here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, nodding his head with a grin. “We made our mark.”

“Yeah,” Patton said, curling over his knees again.

“Aw, Daddy-o,” Remus bumped his shoulder. “Is that why you’re hiding under here? ‘Cause of the fire?”

“Well, yeah,” Patton frowned, staring back at him. “I really wanted to make a great video. I wanted to… you know… make Thomas proud.”

“Fuck, Pattycake, we did! Have you seen the comments?”

Patton just shook his head so Remus sank them both down into his room where he’d left his laptop open to the video page. Views and comments continued to pour in, hours after the stream had ended. “Look!” he demanded, pushing Patton down into a mostly clean chair.

The Moral Side read quietly, eyes growing wider with each scroll. “They… they liked us?”

“Yeah they did!” Remus slapped his back. “So, whaddya say we make Elf Spaghetti next time? We can even add some Crofters to please the nerd.” Patton’s stomach grumbled and Remus’ grin grew. “You know… we never did eat dinner, Pattycake. How about we give it a trial run tonight?”

“Race you to the kitchen!” Patton laughed and sank down through the floor.

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

[lamaisongaga]

GAGA IN CELINE FOR BILL GATES' NETFLIX DOCU-SERIES

For his newest Netflix documentary series which celebrates its release today, Bill Gates sits down to interview people at the cutting edge of the technology – including the one and only, Lady Gaga!

The Italian-American entrepreneur looked regal and ready to talk business while mixing two of her favorite brands!

She wore the Celine Spring/Summer 2020 Carnaby charcoal pinstripe wool gabardine blazer with double-breasted front and peaked lapels which she combined with a the matching wool trousers ($1,200) and Saint Laurent black silk lavaliere blouse.

Shop:

Celine Pinstripe Trousers ($1,200.00)

[theviolettulip]

I hc Jack as Korean. My little sis thinks he's half White cuz of his mother & sister's descriptions, tho I'll have to check that.

Edit: yup, his mom's Asian like him but Tess is described as having glossy black hair and wide, long-lashed bright blue eyes, probs like their dad

Also as I was rereading Disenchanted I picked up some more descriptions.

Dash: veeery tall, same as his dad; green eyes; definitely White; probs messy hair; after the time skip his hair has some patches cuz of his burns

Lariat: (she's so pretentious it's unreal--her sleeve is definitely transparent so she can show off her jewelry -_-) also my sis told me to take a Pic and draw her immediately so she could picture her better and be able to hate her more XD

I think it was Dimity Paisley (one of Lavaliere's friends): Black (I'm pretty sure never outright stated, judy a hc of mine based on a description) and had a pretty & complex hairdo made up of braids (doesn't beat Tiffany's XD)

Jasper's Grandma (Opal?): small; appearance of a little girl; giggle-sobs; very creepy and can see thru to ur soul 😵‍💫🫥

OH and idk if i told u @alwaysanovice but the title of this book is also a pun cuz not only does Ella face trials aka obstacles, she also HAS A TRIAL at the end of the book XD

[toonelemental]

one thing i really like is when youtubers tape a lavaliere mic to an object and then hold that object up to their mouths like a handheld mic. im watching a girl talk into a water bottle and getting crisp audio out of it.

[fukuokanodivision]

KryPtos

The Kamora family name now chastised and dragged through the mud, Fukuoka’s locals wouldn’t dare strike up conversation surrounding the household, nor decide to mention the name alone. With most too focused on rumours and speculation, not even the most frequent clients are sure what exactly caused the problem to occur… None of the Kamora siblings were going to let this stand. Aside from the families downfall, they were all enraged at what started the predicament — Their father’s false conviction. In an act of revenge, the 3 siblings united together and made the gang’s intention clear — To embrace their “villainous” label by causing division chaos and freeing their father from Chuohku’s wrath, whatever it takes. 1. Jinn

Alias: Jinn Real Name: Yuno Kamora Age: 27 Position: Raconteur Affiliation(s): *KryPtos *OverDrive *Kamora Family *Terminus Profession: *Butler-for-hire *Writer Weapons: *Hypnosis Microphone *Auxiliary Bracer *Chailleach Codex Skills + Abilities: *Hypnosis Microphone Manipulation [Flyrokinesis] *Genius Level Persuasion *Mystokinesis [Via Chailleach Codex] *Telepathy *Narrative Control *Calming Presence Status: Active Bio: The Raconteur of KryPtos, Jinn knows how to obtain what he desires no matter with who he deals with. Perceived as multiple souls according to his encounters, most easily take the wrong turn and find themselves both betrayed and lost at his hand. With Shaitan, Quareen and PHANTOM-11, he fights for their greater good and unveils the side characters who destroyed his family. 2. Shaitan

Alias: Shaitan Real Name: Shu Kamora Age: 29 Position: Kumicho Affiliation(s): *KryPtos *Terminus *Kamora Family *OverDrive Profession: *Steward [Errand Runner] *Criminologist Weapons: *Hypnosis Microphone *Chained Daggers *Helm Of Morrigan Skills + Abilities: *Asthenia *Hypnosis Microphone Manipulation [Halsykinesis] *Master Strategist *Eternal Fate [Via Helm Of Morrigan] *Pathokinesis *Multilingualism Status: Active Bio: The brawn and Kumicho of KryPtos, Shaitan takes no prisoners and promises a deadly reward when reckoned with. His voice echoes, igniting acts of malevolence and defiance from all who come across his path. Alongside Jinn, Quareen and PHANTOM-11, he moves at an immeasurable pace and finishes the job without question or any traces left behind. 3. Quareen

Alias: Quareen Real Name: Zaria Kamora Age: 29 Position: Judge Affiliation(s): *KryPtos *Terminus *Kamora Family *OverDrive Profession: *Steward [Errand Runner] *Ex-Chuohku Advocate

Weapons: *Hypnosis Microphone *Sword Of Themis *Irish Mirror Skills + Abilities: *Schizophrenia *Hypnosis Microphone Manipulation [Combokinesis] *Criminalistic Intellect *Absolute Sight [Via Irish Mirror] *Judgement Bestowal *Idealism Status: Active Bio: The brains and Judge of KryPtos, Quareen catches her victims red handed every case and time. A spiritual double of PHANTOM, she tempts those to choose the side of justice they are on, leading down the path of rebellion and oppression. In arms with Jinn, Shaitan and PHANTOM-11, she appears and disappears in the blink of an eye and keeps her suspects closer than friends. 4. PHANTOM-11

Alias: PHANTOM-11 Real Name: Itsuki Kamora Age: 50 Position: High Priest Affiliation(s): *KryPtos *Kamora Family *OverDrive *Terminus *Chuohku [Unwillingly] *GEN Profession: *Head Of Kamora Family [Formerly] *Chuohku Inmate Weapons: *Hypnosis Canceller *Irish Spatha *Serch Bythol Lavaliere Skills + Abilities: *Hypnosis Canceller Manipulation [Bibliokinesis] *Tactical Chuohku Expertise *Flyaktókinesis [Via Serch Bythol Lavaliere] *Astral Projection *Sanity Draining *Pattern Recognition Status: Active Bio: The High Priest of KryPtos, PHANTOM-11 acts behind the scenes despite battling captivity in Chuohku. A ghost of the past and present, he causes mischief and insanity to inject fear and anger upon his targets about the society currently existing in the mortal world. Protecting Jinn, Shaitan and Quareen, he vows to regain his humanity and will punish those who leave their dues unpaid.