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An avid storyteller who channels the power of Myths to her aid.

Status Active
Classification Trump 2×4
Faction Independent
Alias Elise Castor, Elys
Age 22
Origin St. Louis


Elysium tells stories to others, through voice, imagery, and caricature. Through a variety of methods, Elysium can grant beneficial status effects to other capes. However, She seems to have little control over who benefits.

Costume Description

Elysium usually wears a long maroon dress. She's often seen carrying around a large flaming sword or a magical green pot. On occasion, she is seen with spectral blue wings, flying over Grand Haven.

For some reason, she carries around a salt shaker.



Facade: Significant Other

Pockets: Friend, Inactive

Chirugeon: Friend

Torrent: Maybe okay?


Oni Girl: Kami

Sol Invictus: I have no clue anymore.

Empress: Kill on sight

Vesuvius: Mutual Hatred


Prior to arriving in Grand Haven, Elysium patrolled St. Louis as an independent low-tier rogue. After arriving in Grand Haven, Elysium quickly joined the ranks of Kami, after a meeting with Cassiel.

Elysium participated in the Behemoth attack on Kandy, Sri Lanka. She survived without lasting wounds.

Some time later, she left suddenly, seemingly without reason. Kami posted a $50000 bounty for her to be brought in alive, or $20000 if dead. A few weeks later, the bounty was dropped after Pockets removed the tongue of Oni Girl in retribution.

Parahumans Online

“No sane person can have this heavy of an addiction from tea.” -Randomguy567

“If anyone can help me kill her, it'd be appreciated.” -Idyll



The musician rested her hands upon the piano. They were in position for what was maybe the thousandth time she’d played the particular Chopin etudes. Her heart pounded as if there were a thousand eyes upon them. Yet in reality, there were only two. Just a small cat perched in the corner of the apartment, more occupied by its hourly nap to worry for the artist’s anxieties.


A lone window, the only visible path to the outside world - to freedom - only offered a gloomy view of a rainy St. Louis. The Gateway Arch peaked over the cityscape like a steel rainbow, offering possibility and solace to all. Or at least to the few that still believed in upward fortune in their lives. The pianist did not believe in such childish fantasies.


Now, more than ever, she hated the term. All her life, she had been accepting of the guidance and wisdom of adults. Her sole mission was to complete everything set before her. Get good grades. Follow the rules. Be a leader in society. Listen to your parents and you will be happy. Once, she had been able to accept these ideals. Rejoiced in them, even. But now?


A single droplet trailed a line across her face before dripping onto the ivory keys below. Why was she sad? She had achieved every task that her parents had been given to her. She’d been the one with perfect grades. She had earned her acceptance into Vanderbilt University. However, whenever her mind tried to focus, a strange individual appeared. The idealistic boy who told her foolish stories about how he’d one day save the world.


The cape’s funeral was held today. She’d asked to go, but her parents had laughed her off. It was just a silly cape. One she didn’t really even know. She shouldn’t feel sad. Plus, there was work that needed to be done. Assignments to be completed. Music that needed to be practiced. She’d agreed. It was logical. And yet the resolution from her parents didn’t make her happy. Nothing did anymore. Nothing could anymore.

“█████! Why did you stop practicing?”

Trigger. The world shattered into pieces.

Barren Victory


Behemoth had been driven back. Sri Lanka was saved. Scion had come.

Cheers rang out at the sight of the golden hero. Celebrations of victory were sounded, hoots and hollers from heroes and villains alike. And yet, Elysium felt no joy.

Dread filled her soul. The fight may have been completed, but weariness still rested within her bones. Every fragment of being looking hopelessly as the list of the fallen monotonously echoed through her mind.

Pockets. The cute little cape who’d asked her so politely to put away her blades in public. They could have been friends. She’d never even been able to properly apologize for attacking her. Always so ignorantly kind. But kindness didn’t save lives today. Today, all were at the mercy of the Beast.

Bridgton. They’d fought once, and only once. As members of opposite factions. Respite. Kami. Yesterday, factions were the only colors people flew. Today, everyone was united under a single banner.

Devourer. Flood. Two names to a single cape. Not exactly a friend, but most certainly an ally she could rely upon. Whenever Elysium would claim to hear chittering noises in the basement, they were always there to reassure her they were just hallucinations. And yet, his death was most certainly no hallucination, just like the deaths of so many others. Reality hurt.

Marceau. Chimera. Merchant. Unwind. Lioness. Fehler. Guttersnipe. Mononoke. Menagerie. The name went on and on and on. Some she knew. Some names she’d never heard of. Some possible friends. Some perhaps would one day become enemies. Capes with lives, hopes, plots, and dreams. Simply gone. Buried under the molten earth.

Elysium watched from above as the world continued to burn. The singed air that once arced with lightning filled her lungs. The world was blurry, the burnt trees and scorched earth melded together in a nightmarish hellscape. Death. So much of it. Too much of it.

The world would declare today a victory. But in her heart, it was nothing but…


gh/cape/elysium.txt · Last modified: 2020/07/13 03:33 by nix

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