Human Disguise: Achaia Cirila Medea

Meaning: Troubled Ladylike Goddess

Nicknames:  Chaia, Chia pet, freak from the paint can, weirdo, Cirila, crazy girl

Birthday & Sign: January 27, Aquarius

Bloodtype: AB

Age: She appears to be around 8 years old, but sometimes looks otherwise... She is really over a millennia old, but she likes to show her youthful side.  It just makes it so much easier to be a prankster when you’re 8.

Likes: Bright colors, stuffed animals, shredding random things, collecting eyeglasses, swordfish, sequined clothing, hugging people, Halloween

Dislikes:  Plain things, normal things, people or things that aren’t funny or don’t like funny things, people who are ‘normal’ and don’t care about Achaia/Mania, people who push her away, death

Favorite Color: Magenta

Favorite Subject: Foreign Language

Least Favorite Subject: Recess

Favorite Food: Iguana

Least Favorite Food: Hamburgers

Hobbies:  Conducting tea ceremonies, collecting batteries, collecting eyeglasses, writing silly stories, confusing people, being a prankster in general, hanging out around the Rocks

Lovelife:  She doesn’t like anyone.  They’re all just too... weird... for her.

History: Mania was always trying something new, different, and completely off the deep end.  Most of the other gods regarded her as ‘the wacko who lives next door.’  She enjoyed causing random mayhem everywhere and usually leaving a mark or magenta where she’d hit.  She saw that no one ever had any fun in the battles and she wished to change that, but no one listened to her, thinking she was just being crazy again. “How would we have fun fighting?  You only fight because you think it’s crazy to fight or something stupid like that,” they’d always say to her, neglecting her opinions.  She did think the fighting was a little deranged sometimes, but not all the time.  She just wanted people to see what it was like to have fun fighting a little off the handle.
But no one cared.
She tried, time and time again to show people that some of her strategies would work, but they looked at her plans and laughed.  But Metallia saw her plans and noticed that they would indeed work.  She told Mania, if she joined up with Metallia that Mania’s plans would be taken as highly and might even be carried out.  She told Mania she would be very useful to her.  Metallia told Mania that she would be a very wise asset.  Metallia told her that she was a good girl and that she believed very much in her and wouldn’t let her down.  She even told Mania that she would be able to pull her pranks and no one would scold her for it.
Quickly, she agreed to be a part of Metallia’s forces.  If someone would offer to listen to her, she was happy.  But Metallia only used Mania and eventually Mania was put in her current place of residence: The Underworld.
Now, as Achaia, Mania goes to Sydney Public School and often ends up being harassed because of her less-than-normal appearance.  She is also isn’t very up on her schoolwork, she always wants to do something more interesting than the school’s curriculum.  It’s all just too bland for Achaia’s tastes.  She tries to find her own way to do things, a fun way, but often she finds it doesn’t work.
Sometimes Achaia feels like the gods up in the sky are laughing at her, laughing at all her foolishness.  Not because it’s funny, but because it is so stupid.

Personality: Sometimes during school, Achaia is a calm and quiet little girl, keeping to herself and just staying out of everyone’s business.  But that doesn’t last long.  She’s always acting up in class.  She always prefers to find herself on a new horizon. She’ll be reading one book for a week, maybe, and then just push it away and take out a new one.  She does this with every part of her life: sports, TV shows, books, studies, music styles, etc.  She always tends to drift to something on the crazy side, though.

Appearance:  Mania’s hair is usually dyed magenta, but sometimes she lets her original hair, which is golden-brown, grow out.  She usually wears odd, random, mismatched clothes that don’t suit her at all.  Sometimes she will wear something somewhat acceptable by the society outside of her head, but it’s not often.  Sometimes she’ll wear clothes that are way too big or too small for her.  But she likes neon colors, sequins and rhinestones, utterly tacky clothes that you’d usually only find on the Grand Old Opry.

Attire: Mania wears an oversized, black rhinestone-embedded black jacket.  The colored rhinestones form a pattern of a blue rose around the edges.  The buttons of it are her symbol, dizzying spirals she can spin around.  She has long white gloves that come up to her elbow (even though you can’t see it under her huge jacket.)  On the palms of the gloves are large magenta spots. (From holding her staff after it was freshly painted.  You can never get those stains out!) She also wears, partially under her jacket, a light blue dress that reaches down to the floor on her, the top like PallaPalla’s outfit and is just a regular dress after that.  On her head, she wears a light green wedding veil (not covering her face, but flowing over her hair.)

Spells: “Madness!” Mania calls out “Madness!” and points to her victim.  She takes her pole and lets the tennis ball fall off of it and hits it like a pool ball to their foot or stomach. It then causes the victim to be covered in magenta light for a moment and then makes their eyes glow magenta, and they just go crazy, with the tennis ball still attached to the part of the body it hit.  Until the tennis ball is knocked off or Mania tells them to stop, they just do random, stupid things.
“Mimic of Lunacy!” Mania calls out “Mimic!” and a puddle of magenta Jello-like liquid appears.  “Of!” she calls out and points to her victim.  The Jello puddle then wiggles its way over in front of the victim. “Lunacy!” she calls out and the Jello begins to take shape of the person and solidifies into a perfect copy, except magenta.  The copy will attack with the attacks of the victim, only weaker and haywire.  Eventually, the copy will wear out its powers or disintegrate if hit with an attack that is too powerful for it.
“Demented Warriors!” Mania folds her arms over her chest and leans her head down so her lips touch her hands.  She then raises her right hand and holds her head up.  Her eyes snap open as she calls out “Demented!”  She winks and smiles as she puts her left hand behind her back.  She whispers, “Warriors” and brings her left hand in front and puts her right hand under it.  A small doll is in her left hand.  But the doll is a little soldier with its face mutilated and a small pair of broken glasses on it.  She slowly lowers her hands to the ground and the doll walks off. She then points to the doll and raises her finger to the sky and twirls it around.  She points it back down to the ground forcefully and a few copies of the doll appear near it.  Mania can continue the pointing and twirling to make more and more copies.  When she’s done making copies, she folds her hands and brings them up under her chin.  She smiles and the dolls move off and begin attacking everyone.
Mania also attacks with her pole and Bag of Tricks.

Weapon: A large (6-ft.) hollow metal pole, painted magenta, with a tennis ball on top of it.  If she wants to, she can fire the tennis ball off the top of the pole and hit people with it.  She also has another thing:  the “Bag of Tricks.”  From it, she pulls out things like smoke bombs and rubber snakes.  She also has eyeglasses and lip gloss in there, along with pens, computer books and paint remover.

Challenge: Mania giggles. “Are you my friend or should I just make you crazy like me?”

Symbol: Mania’s symbol is a black and white spiral, like one of those things you spin and it makes you really dizzy.

Writing Sample: “1,217,853, ” Mania said, counting her batteries.  “1,217,854.”  She sighed as she continues on.  As the numbers continued to spill out of her mouth, one after another, she thought about just how boring counting her precious batteries.  She loved her batteries... almost as much as her glasses.  She snapped her fingers and her staff appeared in front of her.
“Steph-chan!” she cried.  She stretched her arms forward and hugged her magenta pole.  “Steph... I misseded you...” She hugged it so tightly her hands touched her back.  A single tear ran down her face.
The tear fell onto the pole and cut through the paint and then fell to her robes.  She then opened her arms wide and let the pole fly back into black nothingness.  She wiped her face of her tear stain.
“Gee, golly.  I’ve gone and lost count...”Mania said, moving her pile of counted batteries back with the uncounted ones.  She picked a single battery.  “One...”