Location: Rome

Senshi: Graikos Apollo Knight of Music

Name: Hovan Thy

Meaning:
Hovan- God's Gift
Thy- Poetry

Age: 23

Birthdate: January 1st

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Blood Type: O- (RH+)

Family:
Mother- Hanna Thy: Hanna is a gorgeous blond haired blue eyed
beauty, one of the many reasons Hovan's father fell for her but not
the main reason. Before she met Terrance she worked as a tour guide,
giving descriptions and history of different sites and museums her
tour groups passed. She was...not impressed with Terrance when she
first met him due to the fact he continuously corrected her dates
but later warmed up to the persistent man who ultimately became her
husband. Though she doesn't hold a job now due to her children and
enjoying the life of a housewife she is the backbone of her family.
The calm collected member who made sure everything was in order
from, making sure the bills were paid to getting the children where
they were to be if they had activities outside of the home.

Father- Terrance Thy: Terrance is a handsome man very dashing in
appearance and in movement, however, it's when this red headed hazel
eyed man opens his mouth is when many people either love him or hate
him. His love for his archeological job takes him around the world,
though there are many times he would stop in France to take in the
sights as any European citizen would. The only problem was the woman
giving the tour was giving out the wrong dates, so what he corrected
her a few times...didn't give her the right to yell at him at the
end of the tour. A few days later he returned to the tour groups
office to apologize and ask her out to lunch, she immediately
refused. Terrance still felt bad about making her look foolish and
after much pestering and three thrown paper weights later...he won
her over. Nearly two years later the two were married and Terrance
calmed his travels down to home research so he could stay home with
his growing family.

Sister- Claribel Thy: The first born of the Thy Family, she's a
spitting image of her mother, long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and
a figure to die for. However, her mind and mouth are like her
father, speaking her mind before thinking of what she's saying.
Unfortunately, her mouth has gotten her into many different troubles
over her life. Though she hates to admit it now, she once hated her
little brother, since she was seven at the time he was born she was
at an age she wanted her parents undivided attention and due to the
birth of this bouncing baby boy...she wasn't getting that attention.
It took years for her to finally warm up to the young boy who soon
became a beautiful young man, easily rivaling her own. Her
protectiveness of him also grew, especially after his senior year in
high school before he went to college, her love for him and want to
protect him engulfing her.

School/Occupation: Graduate from Sibelius Academy in Helsinki,
Finland. Currently a composer of many harp pieces well known
throughout Europe and much of the Eastern coast of the US.

Skills:
Problem Solving- When Hovan was younger, around the age of seven his
father taught him how to play chess. It didn't take him long to
learn how to play, but it took him two years to build his own voice
in the game. Every night after the age of ten he made it a routine
to challenge a member of his family to a chess game, ones with his
father could easily last three hours, but every single game he's won
hands down. Even after he's moved out and out of school, he uses a
computer program to continue his love of chess, which has easily
heightened his problem solving skills, to think three steps ahead.

Speed Reading- His parents wanted the best for him and once he'd
learned to read his parents got him into classes of speed reading.
Though it promised to have their child reading faster in only a few
days it took him about five months to begin showing results, however
the results were not just in reading books but also in reading music.

Fast Learner- Hovan has the ability to duplicate actions and jobs
he's seen or done only a few times. For example, when he got a
summer job during his sophomore year he was shown how to care for
animals, feeding, grooming, and even limited training. After being
shown, over a period of three days, how to perform the jobs he was
able to do them without supervision, performing them in near perfect
duplication of what his supervisor had shown him.

Likes:
The Sea- After moving out of his parents home and finished college
Hovan made it a
routine to visit the sea ever weekend. At the end of each week he'd
pack up and travel to the Mediterranean Sea and spend the entire
weekend there. The smell of the ocean, the cool breeze, and warm
updrafts Lirit loved to glide on were the perfect company for the
young man.

Flying- Hovan's pet Raven, (guardian) Lirit, is his very best friend
and everyday Hovan
allows him to fly over Rome. At that time Hovan will sit on his
balcony and watch the
white bird fly up and over the buildings, but he'd always come back
into view to reassure Hovan he was allright. Hovan's love of flying
has always been with him and seeing Lirit so free, without the aid
of machines to aid him, is all he needs to give him a thrill for
life.

Dislikes:
Darkness- The darkness terrifies Hovan, ever since the incident at
the end of his senior year of high school. He can't be in a room or
sleep anywhere without a small light to give him the reassurance he
is safe. Many times at night Claribel would awaken to Hovan's
screams of fear of him weeping whispering for the darkness to go
away, for it not to hurt him.

Fav. Food: Seafood and all vegetables

Hated Food: All meats

Fav. Subject: Music and Vocal Composition

Hated Subject: none

Color: Silver and white

Hobbies:
Archery- Hovan began archery many years ago and was shocked to find
he was a natural. His instructor was impressed and made Hovan
promise he'd continue to hon his skills over the years. Though he
does not go to the range as often as his instructor would like him
to he still goes to practice at least a few times a month, however,
he mainly only goes to relax and think about problems he has in his
life.

Singing- Though his voice is not as skilled as his fingers, he gives
it a workout as needed. His mother always loved his voice,
commenting his was that of an angel, so clear and string, yet soft
and soothing at the same time. His is known across Europe for his
music composition in the harp but he is known equally in music
composition and vocal music in the eastern coast of the US. When he
attended college he did earn a degree in the field of vocal music,
however, it is not his passion, where music composition is.

Aspirations: Hovan wants nothing more then to be a world renowned
composer of music, as famous as his favorite composers Bach and
Beethoven. Even though he is 'tainted' he wants nothing more then to
find a man who will love him for who is and what he's been through.

Gemstone: Diamond

History
Hovan was born in Athens, Greece at exactly midnight on January
first of the new year. His sister at the time was about seven and
when the bouncing baby boy was brought home the jealousy emerged.
Many a time she wished to get her mothers' attention and yet she
would find her playing with the baby, changing his diaper or feeding
him, Claribel never got a chance to get her mother to herself. At
this time their father was still traveling on digs but he would soon
tone it down to only being out of the house a week a month instead
of two to three weeks a month.

When Hovan turned five his father brought him home a present from
his latest dig. Terrance had seen his son's love for music grow over
the years and wanted nothing more then to feed that small love into
a raging inferno of passion towards music. The main reason was
because of his son's fingers, they were unusually long and slender
for a boy his age and thankfully Hovan would grow into them. On
Hovan's fifth birthday Terrance returned from a dig with a present,
that present was an ancient artifact he'd found near Apollo's temple
in Delphi, a lyre. Hovan was full of wonder towards the item until
his father explained what it was. The favorite instrument of the
Greek god Apollo, though it was incredibly old, his father was
actually impressed the instrument had held up for so long, though it
did not have the strings it would have had and was cracked in many
places. Hovan immediately fell in love with the item and treated it
much like a child would their baby blanket.

Unfortunately, Hovan's mother, Hanna, did not take too kindly to
the 'filthy' item being in her baby boy's possession and many times
tried to take it away but was always intercepted by her son.
Claribel, at this time, had begun to warm up to Hovan and instead of
showing a dislike for the boy she began to show a protectiveness
towards him. One day, Hovan was getting a graham cracker from his
big sister, who was fourteen at the time, and while he was gone his
mother took the lyre to be rid of the old instrument. When Hovan
returned to find his lyre gone he began to bawl, but Hanna refused
to give the old instrument back...however, after two hours of
hearing and seeing her son crying for the instrument she gave in and
gave it back to him, never attempting to take it away again.

Two years later, Hovan was to take something to school for show and
tell. As was
expected he took his lyre to show off and tell everyone about it. He
was so proud of the object and of his father for getting it for him
on his fifth birthday. Around lunch time he placed his lyre in his
cubby but when he returned it was gone. He panicked, begging his
teacher to help him look for the instrument yet no one in the class
had it. At the end of the day he found the top curled end of his
lyre, but he never found the rest of his precious lyre. That day, he
returned him crying, his sister was the only one home since their
mother was out shopping and their father was out on a dig. She
immediately consoled her little brother and took the broken lyre
telling him everything would be allright. Exactly two weeks later
Hovan had his eighth birth day. His parents and sister gave him
wonderful gifts, many gifts leaning him more towards music. That
night, when he went to bed, he found a small box under his pillow, a
note on it told him the gift was from Claribel. Opening it, he found
a thick silver choker with his broken lyre hanging from it and from
that day forth, he's never removed the choker from his neck.

Hovan's life was more beautiful then he could ask for. He'd begun
dating when he was
around fourteen and that's when he found out he had a preference for
men instead of
women. Moving up from one grade to the next, accomplishing many
goals that would lead him to becoming a great composer. His first
and only boyfriend broke up with him since Hovan didn't want to move
their relationship to a physical one. Excelling in playing his harp
and lyre in the music classes he would take all throughout high
school. Many colleges and universities of music across the globe
were begging Hovan to attend their schools, due to young prodigies
skills in music. At the end of his senior year in high school he was
on cloud nine, he was to play a solo harp composition for his
musical finale in high school. All he ever wanted was to graduate
from high school and attend a college that would aid him in
furthering his musical skills. However, at the end of his solo,
there was only one thing he could ask for. Mercy...

Hovan had finished his harp solo and had received a standing
ovation, many cheering for him to perform and encore but he had to
refuse. His family was incredibly proud of the young prodigy and had
planned on taking him out to dinner. After the concert they agreed
to meet him at home and head out to the restaurant after he returned
home. After his family left for home he went to load his harp into
the back of his car. It was dark out, that's when a man a few years
older then him approached him. Hovan greeted him and they spoke of
the concert before he returned to strapping down his harp. A sharp
blow to the back of the head made Hovan black out, but he awakened
only a few moments later to the terrible pain of the man raping him.
Hovan screamed, cried, and begged but the man only knocked him out
with a back handed slap across his face, leaving the young man
unconscious on the ground.

Hovan's family had become terribly worried when Hovan didn't answer
his cellphone and Claribel volunteered to go out and find him. Upon
reaching the school she found her little brother on the ground
unconscious and bleeding. She immediately rushed him to the hospital
where Hovan was to spend three weeks to recover from the damage that
had been done to his body. Two months after the attack Hovan's
father contacted the school his son had chosen to attend and spoke
personally to the dean, making the woman swear to keep an eye on his
son while he was there. Terrance didn't want to let his son out of
his sight but knew even after the humiliation and pain of what had
happened to him, it would not kill his dream to play music. Hovan's
four years at Sibelius Academy were truly a learning experience that
threw his love for music even higher, in the end leaving with a
degree in Performance and Vocal Music and a degree in Composition
and Music Theory. After his graduation Hovan did not return home,
instead he moved to Rome, Italy where he has a small comfortable
house where he can continue his musical dream.


Personality
Hovan was a carefree, loving young man who loved to talk and get to
know people. As a child he was incredibly talkative, which many
times got him into trouble. His energy was another 'problem' to his
poor mother who had to put up with the boy literally bouncing off
the walls. Now, don't get her wrong, Hanna loved her son but he had
the tendency to drive her up the wall. It wasn't until Terrance
brought home Hovan's first chess set. Once Hovan learned to play the
game, his energy was finally being directed into something positive
that he could use his mind towards.

As he grew, his love for music did as well. His love for perfection
in his own works drove him to practice everyday, nearly three to
four hours a day after school. His first instrument was a harp,
silver in color and taller then his 5'3" height it was an instrument
he'd immediately fallen in love with the sound of the stringed
instrument. As his skill in playing the harp improved he then moved
up to the smaller string instrument of the lyre. Adding this new
step in his development began to calm him down even further. With
the help of playing his instruments and the thinking he put into
chess that exercised his problem solving skills began to direct his
energy into more positive actions. Hovan was young when he figured
out his preference for men, yes he found women attractive but not in
that way and his parents accepted him fully.

After Hovan was attacked his personality took a complete 180 degree
turn. His mother and father were incredibly distraught, but the
change hurt his sister even more. They'd once been the best of
friends, spending hours at a time together. They talked and solved
problems that were affecting them and their family together, but now
he was very distance, hurting deep inside where she couldn't. His
talkativeness died down to none, for the two months he stayed at
home before attending Sibelius Academy he barely spoke to anyone,
even when he attended the school he spoke to no one except who he
had to until he had graduated and moved out.

Appearance
Hovan is a beautiful creature, his most striking features are his
hair and eyes. His hair is a mixture of sun gold and platinum
silver, giving it a striking complexion. His locks are thick, long,
and silky nearly down to his knees and is usually tied back in a low
neck ponytail by a silver ribbon his mother gave to him. However,
when he plays his instruments his hair is braided back and held back
by that same silver ribbon. Though his hair is straight the bangs
that frame his face trail down to his chin and fall in thick gentle
curls. Now...let's just say no one knows where he got his eyes, his
mother's eyes are blue, his father's are hazel. However, Hovan's
eyes are a bright silver-gray and even though no one knows where his
eye color came from, they are perfect for him.

Hovan's build is very slender, long and yet built, so as not to give
him an appearance of being under weight, though...at his 5'3" height
he only weights 115 soaking weight. He has a very slender face,
almost as feminine as his body structure. His high cheekbones easily
show off his large innocent eyes and pert little nose and mouth.
Ever since he was a small child Hovan has always had very slender
hands and long slender fingers. His father was a bit worried at
first but was relieved to see his son grow into his hands, giving
his hands a very feminine appearance. Though he plays the harp and
lyre every single day, he keep from acquiring calluses on his
fingers tips by wearing plastic tips at the end of his fingers,
keeping the pads of his fingers smooth and unblemished by calluses
or blisters. His body had once been completely unblemished by scars,
until his senior year when he was attacked, now a thin scar
decorates his slender throat down to his collarbone and a group of
five scars surround his abused anus.

Fuku
Hovan's uniform is very different and consists of two main colors,
white and silver.
Starting from the top, his long golden platinum hair is braided
back, the silver ribbon
braided into his thick golden locks. Around his throat is the same
thick silver choker that has decorated his throat for years. His top
is a pure white half vest decorated by silver laurel leaves that
shows off his flat toned stomach. His pants consist of white harem
pants with silver laurel leaves trimming the waistband that hangs
off his shapely hips and around his slender ankles. Last but not
least are his shoes, delicate white slippers with one large laurel
leaf on the top of each slipper. At the end of each of his fingers
is a silver pick that he uses to play his lyre.

Transformation
Hovan lifts both arms to the sun and calls out, "Apollo Deus Power,
Make Up!" As the last word slips from his lips his fingers touch the
broke lyre that hangs from his throat it glows a brilliant silver
light before growing into a silver lyre, the perfect replica of
Apollo's lyre. Holding the lyre to his chest he raises his hand and
the silver picks appear on his hand before he brings them down and
gently rakes his fingers across the strings. Immediately, a bright
white light erupts from the lyre surrounding his body, burning away
his clothing and reclothing him in his uniform. The light even takes
the time to braid his long hair, the silver ribbon bringing out the
gold of his hair before the light fades and leaves him standing in
pilates stance. Turning to his opponent he simply bows low, his eyes
never leaving them as he softly says. "Apollo Knight, at your
service."

Powers
Oracle Lullaby: Holding the lyre to his chest he begins to play a
classic child's lullaby, his favorite being 'Rock a Bye Baby'. As he
plays he sings the words, his voice clear and true and when he end
he runs his fingers over the strings and a small ray of light
emerges from the lyre to touch whoever is not a part of the Graikos,
instantly putting them to sleep. This attack has to ability to put
all of his enemies into a deep sleep. However, if he stops playing
or even makes the smallest mistake in his playing the sleep is
broken. Can only be used once since as time goes by it drains his
energy.

Laurel Dance: Holding the lyre close to his chest he slowly begins
to play a very low
almost mourning song. The ground begins to shake and Laurel trees
grow around each enemy around him. As long as he continues to play
without making any errors on his lyre the trees will dance blocking
the enemy's attacks. However, as with Oracle Lullaby, if he ceases
his playing or makes an error the trees will recede. This attack can
be performed several times before he becomes too tired to continue.

Guardian
Lirit is a pure white Raven with bright blue eyes.

Explanation
Apollo is the twin brother of the Greek goddess of the Hunt,
Artemis. Their mother Leto had been hounded by Hera when she tried
to give birth to her children and was finally able to birth Apollo
on the island of Delphi which became his special island. Apollo has
many myths around him but the most famous are his birth and his love
for a young nymph who was changed into a Laurel tree to escape him.
Due to this along with the Raven, who had served Apollo faithfully
when it was white, the lyre, and the sun, Laurel leaves became one
of the many items art portrays him with.

Writing Sample

Claribel sighed as she paced back and forth. What the heck was
taking him so long, it had been over forty-five minutes since they'd
returned home from the shcool. They'd been waiting for Hovan that
long and he still hadn't shown up. Her mother had called his
cellphone four times and each time she received his answering
machine.

"What's taking him so long," she groaned as he parents sat on the
couch talking quietly.

Her mother immediately looked up. "Don't worry, I'm sure he was only
talked into playing another piece for the crowd. You saw how much
they loved him," she said trying to reassure herself as much as her
daughter.

After a few moment she sighed in decision and snatched up her keys
and headed out the door. "My phone's on," she called back out of
habit before locking to door and getting into her car.

A loud screech rang through the air as she tore around the corner.
Mentally, she was trying to stay calm, telling herself over and over
that Hovan was fine. mom was probably right, he was probably back
inside the auditorium playing a piece from Beethoven and getting
another standing ovation for a perfect performance. Pulling into the
school's parking lot she slowly drove around back where Hovan had
told them he had parked. As the back of the building came into view
she saw his small black car parked near the back of the school. The
sun had long since set and it was dark, not so dark you couldn't
see, but dark enough to give her the willies.

Parking beside the passengers side of her little brother's car.
Getting out she immediately noticing the back driver's side door
open. "Hovan?" she said looking around but received no answer.
Walking around the front of the car she called again. "Hovan? Hovan,
are you out he...Hovan!!!" she screamed.

There on the ground next to the open door was her brother lying face
down on the asphalt. His jeans were pulled down around his ankles
and his rear was covered in blood as were his thighs. Running over
she slammed the door shut and knelt beside him gently pulling his
pants up, but not closing them as she rolled him onto his
back. "Hovan...Hovan, oh god, are you ok?" she whispered, her voice
terrified.

Hovan couldn't answer since he was still unconscious and since she
didn't know if his attacker was still around she quickly
carried/dragged Hovan to her car. Opening the back door she helped
him inside, lying his face down and buckling him in before shutting
the door and running to the drivers side and jumping in. Starting up
the car she tore out of the parking lot and onto the main street
speeding towards the nearest hospital. Snatching up her cellphone
she dialed as she made a sharp turn.

"Hello?" her father answered, his voice trying to hide the worry he
was feeling.

"Dad, get to the Athens Medical Center...Hovan's been hurt," she
said.

"What?! What happened? Is he ok?" he demanded. She then heard her
mother in the
background asking what was going on.

"Please, dad!" she yelled. "Just get to the hospital, I'm almost
there so I'll see you in the waiting room," she said before hanging
up the phone and tossing it into her purse. Looking into her
rearview mirror she looked at her little brother, noticing his face
showed nothing but pain and fear.

Coming to an abrupt stop she threw the car into park and jumped out
running into the
hospital yelling for someone to help her brother. It only took a few
moments for a doctor and three nurses to rush out with a gurney and
wheel Hovan into the Emergency Room. Ten minutes after Hovan had
been taken into the back their mother and father arrived.

Claribel fell into her father's arms crying and he immediately held
her away shaking her gently. "Claribel, Claribel, what happened?" he
asked, trying to remain calm.

Taking a deep breath she tried to talk. "I...I found him...in the
parking lot. His legs...they were covered in blood..." she
whispered, crying out the last part. "He was raped."

Terrance flinched and shook his head. "What...that...that can't
be..." he whispered.

As his wife fell into a chair crying a doctor came out. "Mr. Thy?"
he asked softly. Terrance nodded numbly as his wife stood clutching
her husband's arm. "I'm sorry, sir. Your son was unfortunately raped
and the skin around the area has been badly torn. We've stitched him
up and at this point he is awake but we can't let you see him until
the pain killers have taken affect."

The doctor didn't have to continue, the family understood and sat
back in the small group of chair, waiting their chance to see the
gentlest member of their small family.

Questionnaire

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