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Backstory.

Both mortal and not, young or old—the ever fadeless tale of Eros and his lover, Psyche, knows no death. The unbreakable love that surpassed godly obstacles, shook the two worlds alike. They serve as the roots for what the idea of love is today; one so perfect, understanding, and pure. The love that built the family so fascinating and happy of fivethree. Looking at them from a stranger’s point of view, no one could ever go near as seamless as their family.

However, no real love could ever go without a flaw, even amongst the most prominent of gods. It never blends well between Psyche’s hypnotic beautiful features and Eros’ fragile trust for her around other men. Being happily married to the god of love never stopped the others in their pursuit of wooing the goddess of the soul. No matter how much Eros expressed his distaste towards such act, all his effort eventually went overlooked.

One more after another and he has finally had enough of such disrespect. Blinded by his rage and hatred, Eros directed all his anger towards Psyche instead, making her leave their home once again. He demanded that the other shall prove her love for him for the second time and is forbidden to come back until she succeeds to do so. Their dispute remained unresolved for what felt like eternity and all hope seemed to have vanished.

With this, disorder and utter confusion doomed the core of most mortals—love and their souls—in which the two gods reign. Everything was a plain mess with no one to help ease the panic. But, there is not a single thing impossible when it comes to things that involve such divine and powerful beings.

Through Eros’ now overflowing and uncontrollable anger and hatred, a single black with a mix of horrid blue feather unconsciously sprouted from one of his wings. Much to his surprise, it luminously plucked itself out and floated into the open air. Confusion etched the god’s face as the light grew taller and wider, shortly revealing a young man that had the beauty of Psyche. It was no mistake that it was his son, the first and last that he will ever have.

Ambrose—chaos incarnate; bound to cause mischief but also retribution to all.

Not long after, Psyche grew tired and gruesome of trying to find a way to convince Eros that he was the one—the only one—that had a place in her heart. Out of desperation and love for her husband, she cried unusual tears. Those that had the colors of warm red and blinding white. However, no teardrops fell, instead they floated into the air in front of the goddess. Her eyes wandered in curiosity, as they started clumping with one another as if forming a figure—a lady, her daughter.

Amalthea—solace incarnate; contradicts all that threatens to harm the serenity of all.

Shock was the only thing left for the two gods to feel after seeing what they produced. Even being in conflict, their love for each other still overpowered everything on their plate. They now had two children, born from the disarray that they caused. Not one miracle, but two.

Both were quick on their feet and immediately sought over what needed to be fixed. With the siblings’ aid, the hell that went loose slowly subsided. Eros accepted Psyche again; their love never getting questioned for the third time. Love was no longer fused with hatred. On the contrary, it was now more prosperous than ever. Souls were back to their rightful owners and those who had none, remained so. Those filled with hate stayed soulless and those who were soulless had nothing but hate.

However, nothing will ever be a piece of cake for two newborn and unwanted gods. As if their purpose ended with only one service, they were easily thrown to the side—unworthy, erased from the face of history. With skills that apparently held power no more than that of their parents, they were no one.

Tired of leading boresome lives inside their vast but empty home, the two collectively agreed to leave. Now, they wander amongst mortals, unrecognized but free. They were not born out of will and so they let themselves be caged by no rules at all.

Ambrose and Amalthea, two lonely gods that roam in the midst of mere humans. Two pairs of eyes that have seen and hearts that have felt it all from centuries that passed. Two who have sworn to protect it all for more to come. For a world cannot simply be without hatred and love in coexistence. The yin and yang that balances mankind—they are the Noxious Cupids.

Current Life.

They hide their immortality by joining mortal families, in an attempt to blend in. Only a few people know their true nature and are forcefully hushed because of the siblings’ abilities. Through time, the families that they belong to are few of the only people besides themselves that they can trust.

Aella lives under the pretense of being the youngest heiress in the Louviere family. On the contrary, Atlas is the youngest of the most not-so-normal family—the Mikaelsons. They live separately but will sometimes meet up to wander around to find mortals that deserve their help or wrath. Offering joy to those who are in despair and a wake up call to those who are being jerks. When they feel as though they need a break from all the masks, their go-to-home is to the Huxley’s.

Playing as mortals was hard at first. However, after years of mastering it—and maybe a hundred more—no one would even dare think that they’re not.

Abilities.

Amalthea—solace and matchmaker—has the ability to sense and give any joyful emotion. She will literally have butterflies in her stomach whenever she decides to open herself to feel those emotions. However, too much might make her want to puke. She offers them through making food for others—baking being her most favorite. Think of it as if making potions but, the difficulty of making them varies in terms of intensity; ranging from fleeting happiness to feelings of love.

Ambrose—chaos and hell-bringer—has the ability to sense and offer any dreadful emotion; sadness to boiling hate. He will see colors inside his head depending on the intensity of the emotion that he feels when his senses are open. However, feelings that are too fierce might cause him to have headaches. A touch from him while one feels despair will make any mortal want to wreak havoc immediately.

For they are still children of Eros, they are assigned with the bow and arrow. Ambrose keeps the bow and Amalthea has the arrows. When one of them decides to use it, there will be no turning back. If Ambrose uses it, the target will be soulless and will only be able to feel hatred. On the other hand, once Amalthea uses it, the target will live their life like a puppet under the spell of undying love for a feeling that’s one sided. The effects of the bow and arrow are too powerful to be used frequently, so the siblings decided to only use it when it is urgent (like with what happened ancient times before). All of their abilities have downsides for they were not born out of will of their parents. But, that is also what made them powerful and dangerous.

They are cupids but never the type that you initially had in mind.