Call me Nyx. Logical but spiritual, her emotions run far closer to the surface, breaking out in some shocking displays of love, affection, and the everpresent anger. Breaker of a thousand hearts, but broken by few. Far more likely to shy away from the ones she truly cares for to avoid the twisted emotions and shattered pride when they inevitably leave to protect themselves. Preferred defense mechanism: Sleep, and lots of it.
Call me Alice. She's seen the world in all her beauty and tragedy, yet a part of her will ever remain innocent and untouched by true sorrow. Chaotic but somehow logical, her spirit runs wide but shallow. Far more in touch with her emotions, much to the dismay of everyone within a ten-block radius when she feels them. She'll probably never love herself quite as much as she loves her family and friends. Always looking into the hole but never quite jumping in, she breaks few hearts through her method of rarely growing attached-but when she does the aftermath is vicious for all parties involved. She's been broken far more than she breaks, and in the end usually disappears behind one of her more strong-willed sisters. Preferred defense mechanism: Withdrawal from the world, usually involving sad movies, alcohol, and eventually letting her sisters take over.
Call me Promethea. Rational, emotional, but not truly logical, she loves nothing more than the knowledge she thrives on spreading. She has a few friends, but they mostly stay around her for the occasional meeting with her sisters. Preferred defense mechanism: A razorsharp dissemination of the truth, where it hurts most. Ouch.
Call me Akoli. Emotional, kind of rational, but mostly emotional. This rebel with too many causes will sell her soul to make the world a better place. Watch your back around her. While you may feel protactive over her, she's far too distracted saving the world to remember you exist. And this girl knows how to make some major enemies. She loves everything far too much to love anyone specific. Don't even try to get attached, she _will_ break your heart. Preferred defense mechanism: She doesn't want one. Nothing would make her happier than being somehow martyred for one of her pet causes.