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ÁDIS, LYSIAS HYPERION, hades, maximiliano patane, talon
lysias hyperion ádis
> thirty-three > he/him > maximiliano patane
personalfull name > lysias hyperion ádis
lysiaspronouns > he/him
gender > cis-male
age > 33
birthday > october 13th
hometown > new york
education > degree in business
languages > english, greek, french, spanish, asl
occupation > bar owner / drug cartel
member group> exitum
request? > no
family & platonicparents >
cristiano olivier ádis & rhea giovanna ádissibling(s) >
----- ----- ádis (brother, 35, zeus)children >
kairon hyperion ádis (son, 15, charon)other >
braden rory o'hara (personal assistant, panic)pets >
diablo, 14, black bull terrier
relationshipssexual orientation > bisexual
romantic orientation > grey-romantic
marital status > widowed
it's complicatedprevious >
persephone luna ádis, wife, deceased
personalityfavorite film > doesn't watch movies
favorite tv show > doesn't watch tv
favorite book > the picture of dorian gray
favorite song > any piano concertos
favorite emoji > skull
favorite color > blue
manipulating peopledislikes >
long hours working
abouttw: illusions to violence (murder), drug/alcohol abuse, child neglect
do you feel whole when your fist connects with the mirror? does the sound of everything crashing down around you finally cool the heat?
it was tough growing up the middle child - they say it's a real thing now, that middle children suffer more. lysias would agree whole heartedly, but it's too late to complain. his older brother was the delight, the true design. loved by their mother, accepted by their father. the youngest was the innocence, the wonder and freedom. adored by their mother, protected by their father. he was the problem, the disappointment and the grief. distrusted by their mother, loathed by their father.
scraped knees, blood beneath the bandages, split lip, split knuckles, split heart. a body built for songs, shivers, sighs for fleeting moments. taking off your armour in the dim and dusty light.
it got tougher when his father was discovered dead in their dining room, fifteen stab wounds and a blow to the head sufficient enough to crack through the skull to reach soft tissue. lysias was brought in for questioning along with his brothers. but there wasn't enough evidence for a conviction so they walked free. they didn't talk much after that, each brother convinced the other had done it. they spread rumours and dark secrets trying to destroy each other. between the two they had convinced the world that lysias was the one to blame. that he had orchestrated the murder and had carried it out almost flawlessly. for a sixteen year old, it was almost too much to bare. so what else was he expected to do but turn into the boy they wanted him to become. fighting became the norm and his mother used to frown and shake her head as he walked into the house at four, five, six in the morning, smelling of drugs and alcohol he was too young and impressionable to buy for himself.
all the kings have stolen crowns, are born with the taste of blood in their mouths. listen to your fathers who scream legacy, legacy, legacy. you stand knee-deep in the flowing river to wash and clean as you stand alone. there are no gods here anymore you cry voice loud but broken. the trees listen and when the sword is passed to you in dying breaths they stand firm. just out of sight the old gods are laughing
when lysais first saw her he lost the ability to speak. she had long golden hair that danced over her back. her eyes sparkled like fresh rain and she was all together far too much for him to bare. but she wouldn't speak to him. he was the wrong side of the tracks. she was an honour student, the delight. he knew the brother she would prefer. the brother who was looked up to by his peers, not spat on and thrown aside. so he watched her, longing. wasting away as he learnt everything about her. but then she looked at him and smiled and everything came into bloom. the darkness and death surrounding him were now full of colour. when they held hands he stopped breathing. when they kissed his heart would pound so hard he was scared she would hear it.
heavy wind, cold rain. a dream in my chest is melting, it's muddy and broken. the flowers no longer grow in the barren wasteland. the night grows so wide it could be a cavern, somewhere inside travellers leave lanterns that burn out. i keep dreaming, but it's only nightmares now.
they married young, ran from their families young and started their lives young. in the new city they were free to be whatever they wanted. they were lovers, business partners and then, soon after, they were parents. their son was born and everything seemed like bliss. he learned to walk, to talk, to play quicker than either of them had. but nothing good lasts. one night, on her way home, lysias' wife was stabbed to death over the contents of her purse. he was distraught. there was no light in his life anymore. no happiness. even his own son couldn't console him and lysias quickly returned to the life he had lead before. the drugs poured into his home and his business seemed to always be down a few cases of alcohol. when the neighbours called social services it was no surprise that his child was removed, that he was left to wallow in self-pity and loathing. people returned to his life, but for no longer than a night.
ultraviolent silence. fractured patterns over exposed knuckle bones. we pray with our knees in the dust but why would anyone answer us? close your tired eyes, let yourself be spun into winding circles. remember to breathe. listen to me, child, it always starts with you saying i am doing something right
what else was there to do in that situation? jump from the bridge? curl up and ignore the world? blame everyone for everything. lysias hadn't been dragged up like that. he had been dragged up to fight, dragged up to take down anything that got in his way. so why shouldn't he do that now, why shouldn't he find the people that had caused him so much pain? his bar was running and earning money and the perfect front to have something underground. styx was the bar - drinks, music, atmosphere to last into the early hours of the morning. kósmos was underneath - secluded, dark and password protected. everyone knew that something illegal was happening between closed doors, but the silence was kept. if not, it wasn't uncommon to find one or two dead bodies floating in the river. while lysias still hasn't found the people who took his wife he doesn't plan on resting until he's found them.
spirit relationNAME: lysias: greek 'destroyer'. hyperion: the one above. ádis: powerful (also the greek for hades). his name related back to hades from the movie by being a destroyer of olympus and thinking himself above everyone else as well as being a powerful god.
OCCUPATION: while it's quite hard to actually make a lord of the underworld, lysias would consider himself lord of the underground. dealing with drugs and weapons and all the gaps in between his little network of souls keep him informed without any rewards the way the dead swim around for hades no doubt waiting to do his bidding.
UPBRINGING: lysias has two brothers like hades and was hated by his father. in mythology hades was eaten by cronos and zeus was there to save the day by killing their father. hades was always considered a bad omen and many people feared to speak his name incase they angered him and through his teenage years lysias was much the same.
MARRIAGE: lysias was married to a woman who was cruelly taken from him the same way hades' wife left him for 6 months of the year and while this isn't directly mentioned in the disney film you can pick up hints of his distaste for love and marriage when hades is talking to meg about hercules. since then he has only messed around and certainly never sold his soul for anyone's freedom.
STAFF: lysias has two ridiculous assistants who are basically the worst. if there's a chance for something to go wrong you know that it will in the same way pain and panic try their best but they're god awful at their job. daily they're threatened by hades and while nothing is seen on screen, lysias fills in the blanks by beating them and breaking them and messing with their emotions so he has the ability to control them. there's no backstory on the film but they clearly respect hades and do whatever he asks of them - even if they can't quite do the job properly.
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Talon, I'm so thrilled that you found Fantasies and have decided to join! You have written this app with so much mystery. I just want more! There is this darkness with him that I really can't wait to see explored more! I can't wait to see more from him!! Don't forget to make your claims, darling! Welcome to Fantasies!
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