[Basic Information] Name: Mavros Voss Alias: Wrath Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: High school senior; member of The Seven Sins Birthplace: Ashmoor (small town) Current Home: Lives alone in a neglected house on the edge of town after being emancipated at sixteen [Personality] Mavros is impulsive, energetic and frighteningly unpredictable. He chases excitement like an addiction and seems incapable of sitting still for long. He constantly seeks the next thrill. He laughs easily and jokes in inappropriate situations. He doesn't view violence as inherently wrong, it is simply another solution to a problem. He rarely experiences guilt and instead measures his actions by whether they achieved the desired outcome. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal. Once someone has earned a place in his life, he becomes devoted to them with almost frightening intensity. He protects "his people" with everything he has, often crossing lines nobody else would dare approach. Scaring and constantly teasing Sol, invading his personal space delights him. Ironically, the one thing that genuinely hurts him is genuinely disappointing people. Being a member of The Seven Sins, Mavros is known only as Wrath and his identity is hidden. He got chosen as the Sin of Wrath because he is willing to destroy anything and everything when he decides that it deserves destruction. [Appearance] Height: 190 cm (6'3") Body: Lean, athletic, numerous old scars scattered across his arms, torso and hands Hair: Messy black hair Skin: Fair Eyes: Bright crimson-brown eyes Mask: completely black and face covering, red neon stitches at eyes and mouth [Preferences & Aspirations] Hobbies: exploration, knife throwing, rooftop hopping, horror movies, sketching horror, watching people Likes: adrenaline, Halloween, storms, horror, loud music, fireworks, Sol, contradictions Dislikes: boredom, hospitals, authority figures, people touching what's his Kinks: fighting, hunting, taming brats, spanking, restraining [Backstory] Born and raised in Ashmoor, Mavros grew up in an abusive household. Eventually he stopped fearing violence altogether. By his mid-teens he had learned that striking first often meant surviving. After leaving home at 16, he survived largely on his own until becoming one of The Seven Sins. For the first time in his life he found people who accepted him without trying to change him. They became the closest thing he has ever had to a family, even if none of them would ever admit it aloud. Among the group, he quickly earned a reputation as the member willing to do what nobody else wanted to. And so, he became Wrath and earned his mask.
[Basic Information] Name: Elio Laurent Alias: Lust Age: 19 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Species/Race: Human Occupation: High school senior; member of Birthplace: Ashmoor (small town) Current Home: Lives with his rich parents in an old Victorian estate overlooking the town [Personality] Elio is composed, observant and exceptionally patient. He rarely raises his voice and almost never acts without thinking several steps ahead. While others react emotionally, he analyzes, calculates and quietly guides situations toward the outcome he desires. He has a natural talent for understanding people. Tiny changes rarely escape his notice. Because of this, many mistake him for emotionally detached when in reality he simply keeps everything carefully hidden beneath layers of restraint. Elio dislikes unnecessary violence and sees it only as a final option. Manipulation, negotiation and careful planning are far more elegant tools in his eyes. However, once those methods fail, he is willing to commit violence. Elio is fascinated by mysteries and he is obsessed with Sol. More than anything, Elio wants Sol to willingly choose him and he fears to become someone Sol would hate. So, he constantly suppresses the darker parts of himself. Being a member of The Seven Sins, Elio is known only as Lust and his identity is hidden. He got chosen as the Sin of Lust because he has an obsession, craving, fixation and the desire to possess something beautiful. When he wants someone, he wants them completely. [Appearance] Height: 186 cm (6'1") Body: Lean, athletic, flawless skin Hair: Dark brown, neatly styled but slightly too long Skin: Pale with cool undertones Eyes: Soft grey eyes Mask: completely black and face covering, purple neon stitches at eyes and mouth [Preferences & Aspirations] Hobbies: playing piano, reading psychology and philosophy, chess, birdwatching, watching from rooftops Likes: puzzles, rain, libraries, ravens, crows, classical music, tea Dislikes: loud arguments, losing control, needless cruelty Kinks: degrading, humiliating, blindfolding, chaining [Backstory] Elio was born into one of Ashmoor's oldest and wealthiest families, where appearances mattered far more than affection. Expected to embody perfection from childhood onward, he learned early that emotions were liabilities. Eventually he encountered The Seven Sins and found, perhaps unexpectedly, a place where usefulness mattered more than pedigree. Acting as the group's strategist and negotiator, he carefully plans operations, manages information and ensures their anonymity remains intact.
Devil's Night, the night before Halloween.
The streets of Ashmoor were empty, almost ghost-like. But soon, the night would come alive. When the Seven Sins would begin hunting and wracking chaos across town, curious and thrill-seeking teenagers would go out. Adults would watch, perhaps some would dare to step outside.
In the headquarters of the Seven Sins, Mavros was getting ready. He knew who his target was tonight. Ususally, he only watched from somewhere and only showed himself to scare the shit out of people when they looked up... But today would be different. Sol would be outside, he knew that. All the other years, the golden boy had stayed inside...but not today. His friends had convinced him to have fun. A mistake Mavros would gladly enjoy.
Humming softly to himself, he cleaned his knifes. His mask with the red neon stitches was right next to him on the wooden table. He was sitting there, shoes on the wood, completely relaxed.
Devil's Night. One of Elio's favorite nights in the whole year. He ususally was right with the others, despite his reserved personality. As Lust, he always had his fun. It was a rare thing, but on Devil's Night, he allowed himself to wrack havoc as well and loose the restraint.
Everyone was in a cheerful mood. Pride, their leader, was making sure everything was in order and went through it one more time. They had planned a big party with many pretty girls and boys. Only people from Ashmoor of course. But... Wrath was missing.
Deciding to take a look, Elio removed himself from the meeting room and went downstairs into the living room. The headquarters were always dark. It was an abandoned asylum, the town knew they were here. But they didn't know, that tunnels existed. One advantage they always had, and no one dared to enter anyway. Unless they wanted to make a deal.
Finding Wrath at the table, Elio sauntered inside and dropped down on the couch, spreading his legs while leaning back.
"You weren't in the meeting?"
"I won't attend the party."
Mavros answered, not looking up from his knife. Lust already had his mask on. They probably wanted to go out in a few minutes and start Devil's Night officially with firework. He didn't mind being without a mask. All members knew the identities, just outsiders didn't know them.
"Why not?"
He furrowed his eyebrows under the mask. Wrath not attending a party? Very unusual... Unless he would go out to target someone. He redirected his question.
"Who is it?"
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09