Character Name: Nastia
Character Bio: Also known as Chaos, Nastia was created by Apollo thousands of years ago. She and her twin, Tasha, managed to escape his deadly grasp, fully aware that he’d hunt for them. But, shortly after gaining their freedom, the Creators sent the Gods to sleep for their sins against humans and Immortals alike. Centuries ticked by as they lived hidden in the mortal Realm. That was until a Guardian of the Realms stepped into her club and turned her life upside down.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
“I don’t have any one best quality.” An answer that ended with a beautifully cocked brow.
What are your powers?
“That’s a highly personal f@#ing question. Just trust me, you don’t want a demonstration.” No Immortal ever chose to answer that particular question, so he wasn’t surprised.
What is your biggest secret, something no one knows about?
“That’s the funny thing about secrets, they lose a little something in the telling. Don’t you think?” There was a hint of warning mixed with the sarcasm. But, it was the beautiful smile she sent his way that left him momentarily speechless.
What are you most afraid of?
“Nothing.” She spoke indifferently, all the while twirling a thin blade in her palm. If he had to guess her answer, it would be losing her sister. The one currently standing sentry in the corner of the room. The two had been bantering and snipping back and forth since the moment they’d arrived.
What do you want more than anything?
“To be anywhere but f@#ing here.” She sent a glare in Tasha’s direction, who seemed to be enjoying Nastia’s obvious irritation. The two were identical in beauty, though there was a softness to Tasha that Nastia didn’t seem to share. Both were dark beauties beyond anything he’d seen. Though, Nastia looked to be the more dangerous of the two. Even her stiletto boots looked like deadly weapons.
What is your mated status?
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
“Bad ass. I particularly love my use of black as it blends so well with the blade you’re eying. Don’t you agree that it adds a little somethin’ somethin’?” He had a bad feeling that some of his ridiculous social questions might get him gutted so he skipped several more.
How much of a rebel are you?
What do you consider to be your greatest achievement? “My incredible restraint.” She practically growled the words while shooting a look at her twin. Did the other female stifle a laugh?
What is your idea of happiness?
What is your current state of mind?
What is your most treasured possession?
“None of your business.” He could tell their interview was coming to a close.
What is your most marked characteristic?
He answered that question himself. There wasn’t just one. She was a six foot tall exotic goddess of old. At least that was how he saw her. He cataloged more of her attributes for his answer. Her curves were deadly and her features were enough to make any male weep. Those dark indigo eyes were something to get lost in. He shook off those thoughts. He’d like to remain alive and he had a feeling she was secretly mated to a male likely to burn him to the ground for admiring her.
What is it that you, most dislike?
“A@#holes who like to hurt those they see as weak.” He felt the passion and truth in every word. She would definitely be a good fit with the Guardians who watched over the four Realms of the world.
Which person do you most despise?
“Apollo.” A sentiment nearly all Immortals shared, so it wasn’t a shock. He was the God who’d experimented and infused animals into the original Immortals. He’d caged them and bred them to make a perfect army before the Creators imprisoned the Gods.
What is your greatest regret?
He knew she’d never answer that question, so he didn’t bother asking.
What is the quality you most like in a male?
“Girth.” He felt his cheeks heat and, mortified by the reaction, moved quickly on.
What is the quality you most like in a female?
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
“I don’t believe in heroes.”
Which person do you most admire?
Her eyes shot to Tasha and the answer was obvious to him. As obvious as the fact that the interview over. She stood up as he scrambled to his feet intending on thanking her for her time, but she was already gone.