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Description
Name: Ione | Ιονη | ˈäɪ̯.oʊ̯-n
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18 (Born March 25th, 278 BCE )
Physical Age: 18 (Arrived February 27th, 1894 CE)
Height: 5'2"
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Violet blue

Faction: Disciple
Occupation: Unemployed

Sybal Form: κοιλοκάρδιος | Koilokardios | The Hollow-Hearted
A ghostly figure, caught halfway between spectre and bone. Koilokarios stands as tall as Ione himself or floats a few inches taller, edged in gold and trailing shadows where he walks. The upper half of his face is masked; the lower is simply a silhouette.
The Hollow-Hearted wanders as if in a dream, his voice soft and echoic, his movements gentle and serene. He easily grows excited but it ebbs soon enough to good-natured calm. Panic, anxiety, and sadness are slower to fade, and can last until the dawn.
Ione’s mind, like his body, becomes hazy at night. Concepts like cause and effect, consequences, and simple common sense aren’t nearly as present. He has very poor night time judgement, and his gullibility is at its peak.
When he returns to his diurnal state, his memories of the night before are often clouded; recalling them is like looking through distorted glass, where the rough form is visible but the details are elusive.

Sybal Power: Σκιοφοιτος | Skiophoitos | Shadow Wandering
Koilokardios’ power is quite simple: at night, Ione can move through shadows as if they were doors.
The power has its limits; he can’t blindly travel through to somewhere he’s never been, though he can seep through to an unknown room if there is a crack in the door. He can only travel a limited amount per night, until the black of his body is bleached white. He can take small items along, but apparently not people.
Beyond these simple benchmarks, however, its specific limitations are vague. Ione is still discovering the boundaries of his power. Given his state at night, he has difficulty establishing or retaining empirical information on its usage.

Docile or Feral: Feral
Ione’s keenness is obvious to all who meet him. At night his desire to please, already strong during the day, is magnified. He wants to help, and will do whatever he can to this end!
But wanting to help does not always translate to actual helpfulness. To him, helping can be carrying a message or parcel for someone, or weeding a garden. He can ‘help’ by being part of a storyteller’s audience, unable to leave until the tale is complete, or by keeping someone company through the night.
He is best when following simple, direct instructions and will comply without rest until his task is complete, but when he is unsure of what to do and must use his own judgement, his decisions can be.. questionable. He’ll ‘help’ console a crying person even if they would rather be alone and will not leave until they are sufficiently happy, or until they directly tell him to.
If he is unable to complete a task or is unsure of how to best accomplish it, he gets very agitated until sufficiently distracted. This does not help his judgement.

Personality:
+ Optimistic, enthusiastic, creative
+/- Emotional, impulsive, extroverted
- Short-sighted, self-indulgent, obsequious

History:
Ione remembers little of his early life. He was born to a young Gallic couple who, around the time he was four, were captured by a raiding party and subsequently purchased by a wealthy family. Ione’s mother, recently having birthed his younger sister, became a household nursemaid and attendant. He, in turn, wound up as the playmate of one of the family’s and grew up as part of the urban household.
As he grew, Ione was quick and observant enough that he was permitted tutelage. He learned music, oration, poetry, to dance, and to play several instruments. While his life wasn’t perfect, he was acutely aware of how fortunate he had been and tried his best not to take anything for granted. He cultivated his skills, his looks, and his usefulness and strove for happiness, however elusive it might at times have been.
It became more elusive still when the fortune of the family he served took a sharp turn for the worse. Changes in the local political climate led to the liquidation of most of the family’s assets—including their servants and slaves. He didn’t know if his family would be kept together but chances were slim. For whatever time they had left, he sought to take full advantage of their company.
It was in this spirit that he found himself walking the sprawling gardens with his sister, hand in hand and speaking wistfully of a home that could not be taken. They both felt the pull of the forest, the tug of deep longing that resounded with their own.
But still they were hesitant, caught between the world they knew and the strange feeling before them. Just as Ione stepped into the trees, a voice called them both from behind.
That was enough to break his sister’s nerve, along with her grip on his hand. She pulled away as he took a few steps forward and when he turned around to face her, she was gone.
Ione panicked and tried to retrace his steps, but these woods were alien to the garden he’d entered through. He called for her, wandering through the underbrush, until the trees began to thin. He surged forward, eager to rejoin the world he knew, but instead found himself face to face with Theo Tomaras.
Despite the guilt he felt over leaving his sister behind, Ione was enraptured with Sybal Heim. It was a place unlike any he could have imagined, and he found himself constantly torn between wanting to know more about the workings of this world and the two thousand years he missed, and desperately wanting it all to remain magical and mysterious.
Still, it was hard to adjust. Complete autonomy, while nice enough in theory, was not something he’d ever considered for himself. Now that he was fully responsible for himself, he had trouble keeping up. The Riots of 1894, which broke out under a fortnight after his arrival, shattered his confidence; the subsequent ministry break-ins rattled it further. Yet his months in the city have seen him slowly expand his comfort zone and push himself to explore the city he truly believes is his home.

Additional Info:
Suffers occasional insomnia.
He’s pretty sure Tris is a goddess!
There are too many pretty people and he is very, very distressed and delighted.
Despite having no apparent organs or mouth, he can eat at night! The food just disappears where his mouth would be.
Unless he has regular contact with another Sybal, he likely won’t remember their name; instead, he’ll give them epithets based on what stands out in his memory.
-Tristine is Aeiphengēs
-Bastian is Anthophoros

Description
Name: Ione | Ιονη | ˈäɪ̯.oʊ̯-n
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18 (Born March 25th, 278 BCE )
Physical Age: 18 (Arrived February 27th, 1894 CE)
Height: 5'2"
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Violet blue

Faction: Disciple
Occupation: Unemployed

Sybal Form: κοιλοκάρδιος | Koilokardios | The Hollow-Hearted
A ghostly figure, caught halfway between spectre and bone. Koilokarios stands as tall as Ione himself or floats a few inches taller, edged in gold and trailing shadows where he walks. The upper half of his face is masked; the lower is simply a silhouette.
The Hollow-Hearted wanders as if in a dream, his voice soft and echoic, his movements gentle and serene. He easily grows excited but it ebbs soon enough to good-natured calm. Panic, anxiety, and sadness are slower to fade, and can last until the dawn.
Ione’s mind, like his body, becomes hazy at night. Concepts like cause and effect, consequences, and simple common sense aren’t nearly as present. He has very poor night time judgement, and his gullibility is at its peak.
When he returns to his diurnal state, his memories of the night before are often clouded; recalling them is like looking through distorted glass, where the rough form is visible but the details are elusive.

Sybal Power: Σκιοφοιτος | Skiophoitos | Shadow Wandering
Koilokardios’ power is quite simple: at night, Ione can move through shadows as if they were doors.
The power has its limits; he can’t blindly travel through to somewhere he’s never been, though he can seep through to an unknown room if there is a crack in the door. He can only travel a limited amount per night, until the black of his body is bleached white. He can take small items along, but apparently not people.
Beyond these simple benchmarks, however, its specific limitations are vague. Ione is still discovering the boundaries of his power. Given his state at night, he has difficulty establishing or retaining empirical information on its usage.

Docile or Feral: Feral
Ione’s keenness is obvious to all who meet him. At night his desire to please, already strong during the day, is magnified. He wants to help, and will do whatever he can to this end!
But wanting to help does not always translate to actual helpfulness. To him, helping can be carrying a message or parcel for someone, or weeding a garden. He can ‘help’ by being part of a storyteller’s audience, unable to leave until the tale is complete, or by keeping someone company through the night.
He is best when following simple, direct instructions and will comply without rest until his task is complete, but when he is unsure of what to do and must use his own judgement, his decisions can be.. questionable. He’ll ‘help’ console a crying person even if they would rather be alone and will not leave until they are sufficiently happy, or until they directly tell him to.
If he is unable to complete a task or is unsure of how to best accomplish it, he gets very agitated until sufficiently distracted. This does not help his judgement.

Personality:
+ Optimistic, enthusiastic, creative
+/- Emotional, impulsive, extroverted
- Short-sighted, self-indulgent, obsequious

History:
Ione remembers little of his early life. He was born to a young Gallic couple who, around the time he was four, were captured by a raiding party and subsequently purchased by a wealthy family. Ione’s mother, recently having birthed his younger sister, became a household nursemaid and attendant. He, in turn, wound up as the playmate of one of the family’s and grew up as part of the urban household.
As he grew, Ione was quick and observant enough that he was permitted tutelage. He learned music, oration, poetry, to dance, and to play several instruments. While his life wasn’t perfect, he was acutely aware of how fortunate he had been and tried his best not to take anything for granted. He cultivated his skills, his looks, and his usefulness and strove for happiness, however elusive it might at times have been.
It became more elusive still when the fortune of the family he served took a sharp turn for the worse. Changes in the local political climate led to the liquidation of most of the family’s assets—including their servants and slaves. He didn’t know if his family would be kept together but chances were slim. For whatever time they had left, he sought to take full advantage of their company.
It was in this spirit that he found himself walking the sprawling gardens with his sister, hand in hand and speaking wistfully of a home that could not be taken. They both felt the pull of the forest, the tug of deep longing that resounded with their own.
But still they were hesitant, caught between the world they knew and the strange feeling before them. Just as Ione stepped into the trees, a voice called them both from behind.
That was enough to break his sister’s nerve, along with her grip on his hand. She pulled away as he took a few steps forward and when he turned around to face her, she was gone.
Ione panicked and tried to retrace his steps, but these woods were alien to the garden he’d entered through. He called for her, wandering through the underbrush, until the trees began to thin. He surged forward, eager to rejoin the world he knew, but instead found himself face to face with Theo Tomaras.
Despite the guilt he felt over leaving his sister behind, Ione was enraptured with Sybal Heim. It was a place unlike any he could have imagined, and he found himself constantly torn between wanting to know more about the workings of this world and the two thousand years he missed, and desperately wanting it all to remain magical and mysterious.
Still, it was hard to adjust. Complete autonomy, while nice enough in theory, was not something he’d ever considered for himself. Now that he was fully responsible for himself, he had trouble keeping up. The Riots of 1894, which broke out under a fortnight after his arrival, shattered his confidence; the subsequent ministry break-ins rattled it further. Yet his months in the city have seen him slowly expand his comfort zone and push himself to explore the city he truly believes is his home.

Additional Info:
Suffers occasional insomnia.
He’s pretty sure Tris is a goddess!
There are too many pretty people and he is very, very distressed and delighted.
Despite having no apparent organs or mouth, he can eat at night! The food just disappears where his mouth would be.
Unless he has regular contact with another Sybal, he likely won’t remember their name; instead, he’ll give them epithets based on what stands out in his memory.
-Tristine is Aeiphengēs
-Bastian is Anthophoros