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Name
Leo Sullivan

Age
19

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Ethnicity
British

Years at Olympus Academy
3

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Appearance
At six foot and one inch in height Leo is a fairly tall individual. He is of an average build but beneath his clothing is a hidden, finely toned physique. His dark brown hair changes often, going from long and free flowing to short all over regularly. All the while his eyes are a shade of blue that many a girl has lost themselves in, even when Leo hasn't been interested. At present his face is cuddled by a short beard which he is unsure about keeping.

In terms of fashion Leo has no real style and will wear anything that suits the occassion. He is as comfortable in shorts and t-shirt as he is in suit. However, a large portion of his shirts have led to him being called Lumberjack.

History
Leo is the son of Andrew Sullivan, a British Doctor, and the Greek Goddess Artemis. The two met after an accident occured during a charity hike in the Brecon Beacons. Andrew was raising money for cancer research when one of his party took a tumble down a rocky slope. The person came to rest at the base of the steep slope in a critical condition. Andrew needed to administer first aid as soon as possible to give them the best chance for survival. He was provided with two options, go down the steep slope and risk injuring himself or take the long way around. As he had always been, Andrew chose the selfless option. He made his way down the slope cautiously and within a minute he was next to his injured companion. What Andrew didn't know was that Artemis was watching from a distance.

When help finally arrived and the group went their separate ways, Andrew returned to his car to find a woman waiting for him. She was heavily underdressed for the Welsh winter, wearing a skirt that barely scraped the knee. She introduced herself as Artemis and began to ask him why he risked his life for the other person. The pair spoke without pause for almost an hour before Andrew suggested going to a nearby pub. There the conversation carried on into the early hours of the morning before retiring to Andrews bedroom.

Andrew fully expected to wake up in his bed alone, believing everything that happened to be a dream. When he rolled over and saw the back of Artemis he felt a warmth fill his body. From that day the pair kept in contact and met up regularly, meeting when Andrews' work would allow it. That was until one day Artemis appeared at his front door with the news that she was pregnant. It was then she revealed to Andrew exactly who and what she was. She feared his rejection but found nothing but love. Artemis, against the wishes of her father, decided to stay with Andrew.

The couple were greeted by a baby boy before the year ended and decided on the name Leo. Both parents cried tears when he emerged in the world, sharing a happiness that neither expected they would feel in their lifetime. The birth of Leo cemented Andrew and Artemis' feelings for each other.

The years flew by for both parents, enjoying the unique life they had crafted for themselves. In between Andrew's work and Artemis' godly duties, they spent their time raising Leo. The youngsters talents first emerged as a young with his natural ability to hit a target. Throwing balls straight into the hands of his father or being able to easily find his mother in hide and seek. His ability to communicate with animals soon followed before his ability to manipulate nature arrived a few days before his tenth birthday.

From an early age Leo was told of the Academy so that when his sixteenth birthday arrived, he knew that he would be leaving his home but that didn't make it any easier. While his time with his parents was often split and rarely shared, he loved them both and having to leave was difficult for him. It took him a month to adjust to his new environment but has settled in well.

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Godly Parent
Artemis - Goddess of the Hunt, Forest and Hills, the Moon, Archery, Wild Animals, Wilderness and Childbirth

Relationship With Godly Parent
Artemis and Leo share a strong bond which has proven unbreakable. Whether together in the same room or thousands of miles apart, the pair having a strong connection. When it was permitted for her to see him she would spend every second of her time with him, not wasting a moment. She still visits him when the Academy permits it but when unable to she will write to him. He is often called a mummys boy for this but Leo doesn't care. He appreciates the relationship he shares with his mother, especially when looking at the many dysfunctional families within the Academy.

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Ecokinesis

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Hunting Intuition

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Absolute Accuracy

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Animal Manipulation

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Name
Jonas Alexander Highwind

Age
20

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Straight as an arrow.

Ethnicity
Half Greek, Half-Welsh, 100% AMERICAN.

Years at Olympus Academy
4

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"I was born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes" — Alabama 3

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Appearance
Jonas is a tall and powerful young man, standing at an athletic, muscular six foot three. His dark hair is cropped close, and what might be a thick, full beard upon his strong jaw is usually kept clean shaven, grown out to stubble at most. His eyes are a sharp and lively green, like the deep forests of his mother’s ancestral home, and his face is free of scarring. His body, however, is not quite so spotless— a story of small mistakes and painful lessons. Nothing major has gotten him yet, but it is a worthy collection of reminders that he is not invincible. After all, even his mighty father was brought low by Diomedes. He’ll often have the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a small, relaxed grin, which could just as easily be read as a smirk. Carries himself with a surety of movement granted by near-mastery of the body, and a full knowledge of one's own skill.

Personality
Considering the reputation of his father within myth and amongst the Gods, Jonas is surprisingly... normal in temperament. He is not a smouldering pile of anger or resentment, there exists no chip on his shoulder, and he is no ruthless antagonist towards the weak. Much to the contrary, he tends to be quite cordial and polite with non-threatening strangers, at most engaging in very tame banter until he better understands them and their limits. Amongst his friends, he’ll loosen up like anyone else, needling and getting needled in equally good fun. Only those he truly trusts or truly can’t stand are shown his the full sharpness of his tongue. He enjoys a healthy dose of competition as much as any young, red-blooded man, and considers it disrespectful to go easy on anyone not a novice or child, but he’ll always encourage the pursuit of self-improvement in others.

Respects strength in any form, of body, of character, of will, you name it, if it's strong, he likes it. Admires great warriors, and is absolutely enthralled whenever given the opportunity to learn of them and their methods. While neither being Athenian nor particularly displaying an extreme aptitude for strategics, what he is is a thinking fighter, a veritable sponge when it comes to techniques and the tactics of their implementation. He may not be the best general in the world even amongst his brethren, but he does a hell of a job at getting his hands dirty. Once a fight begins, he won’t back down from it, and if he decides there’s merit to a challenge, he will spiritedly accept. Revelous in the heat of battle, living on the knife’s edge of putting skill against skill, flirting with death while clinging hold of life—it feels like home, and it’s where he feels the most alive, and the most real.

And yet, on the other side of the coin, nothing would feel more hollow than to fight pointlessly. He knows it all too well.

During his time alone, Highwind often thinks about what he wants to do with the powers he holds, and finds the openness of his future daunting. Sure, keeping everyone he knows safe is fine for the interim, but they’ve only a few years left together in the Academy before being tossed into the world, and from there, what will he do? He cannot go everywhere. He cannot keep an eye on everyone. He knows this, but beyond what he is now… what can he be? The names of heroes long past were those he aspired to as a boy.

But could anyone stand amongst those titans in this age?

History
Raised by a single mother, Jonas was stuck from a very young age into a nearby martial arts program, just as much to give him something to do while she worked her hardest to find the cure for cancer as it was to teach him discipline and keep him out of trouble. While throwing you kid at a karate school is always a crapshoot at best given the variety of factors involved, the young Highwind boy took to the martial arts like a fish does to water, always looking forward to his mom getting off of work and being able to take him to the studio after school each day. Especially since, while the discipline did come after a time (along with healthy doses of age and experience), the trouble at school was much, much harder to shake. Despite being a decent enough kid, Jonas always found himself getting into brawls in the classroom, at lunch, behind the playground; anywhere was free game. It wasn't that he started them or sought them out, either. It was like fighting was drawn to him much as he was to the art involved in it. Never one to start a scuffle, he tried to keep to himself, but 99 times out of a 100, he did find himself ending them.

Such was life.

While school and such was hell in a handbasket, he often found refuge in the community of the martial arts studio, growing from a competent, studious little kid into a respected, knowledgeable young man, becoming a mentor as well as a student to those that came after him. Life had begun to turn around: he had more confidence, he was helping his mother tremendously with the new source of income, he even was starting to pick his grades back up--

And then Dad showed up, and everything got flipped-turned upside down.

He’d always appreciated mythology. Since he was a kid, he loved to read or watch stories about Gods, Dragons, Demons, and most importantly, Heroes. Those shining examples of Humanity, those who had etched their names into the halls of greatness with their gallantry, courage, and strength of will— tales of these people, whether they existed or not, were dear to him. He’d always felt particularly drawn to the tales of Olympians and Greece, but had no idea that one of the most infamous of Gods would be knocking on his door and calling himself "Dad".

One long, weird talk later, and he was the son of the Greek God of War, going to be sent off to Olympus Academy, and was a demigod walking amongst mortals. And hey, Dad's really, truly is sorry he can't be there for you or your sister, but those shits in the middle east have been keeping him so damn busy these days.

So, that was new.

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"I don't often get the chance to say it, but remember this: you will never meet a fiercer opponent than yourself, son. Remember who you are, and remember who he is. It will take you further than any spear's throw or sword's reach. Trust me. If you can keep that steady, I know you'll always be able to move forward." — Ares

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Godly Parent
Ares, The God of War, Father of Rome, minor guardian of agriculture and the wilderness. Patron of military virtue, the soldier, aggression, courage, physical might, Scyth, Thrace, Tylos, Rome, and Sparta. Symbolized by the dog, the chariot, the spear, the helm, the boar, and the vulture.

Relationship With Godly Parent
Rather hands-off, and out of necessity as opposed to any real lack of willingness. Turns out, with all the conflicts the world's constantly going through, Ares is a busy son of a bitch. The two are amicable enough, but there's a definite air of awkwardness between them whenever put in the same room, a byproduct of the unfortunate distance between them. Nonetheless, Ares has always found a way to, if nothing else, at least keep an eye on the boy, even if he can't always be there for him, and he is proud of him for sticking to his guns in the face of life. It's a rough world out there.

He, of all the Gods, would know.

Demigod Abilities

Make Savage the Body: Already notably physically gifted and tirelessly trained even amongst his half-god peers, in battle Jonas's athleticism skyrockets even further beyond human capability. Every parameter imaginably useful in man-to-man combat: strength, agility, senses, speed, toughness, even reaction time, all are further augmented into a being that becomes an ideal soldier. This may be outdone in one area by a specialist, such as an out-and-out speedster outpacing him, but he'd be the king of all trades to their ace of one.

Glorious Eidolon: The crystallization of a legend. No War can be fought without weapons, and thus, no demigod of War can truly exist without a weapon. Jonas can call forth replicant images, much like the shadow on Plato’s proverbial cave, of historical, current, or indeed mythological weapons. These are thought to come from the Armory of Ares himself, with the selecting factor being Jonas’s own understanding of the weapon he calls for. The more completely he understands it’s legend— wielders, blessed or cursed properties, construction, and so forth, the more “accurate” the replica he is given. Should he ever be blessed enough to see, or better yet, wield a legendary item like that, then an ideal replica is almost a sure thing.

Courage of the Front Line: "Drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul."—(Homeric Hymn to Ares). The ability to retain one's fighting skill and experience no matter the situation. Even in a terrible, heart-rending predicament, even under the influence of a berserker's rage, or other affectation of the mind, no sense for battle analysis and action is dulled. It is the strength of will to fight out a hundred-to-one comeback without being routed, to stand against titans while quelling great fear, and maintaining awareness under any outside duress. Even a grievous injury, should it not be immediately fatal, is something you can draw a win out of with the correct course of action. This is an ability honed by his natural experience in fighting, years of accumulated spars, street altercations, and true life-or-death combat that have granted him an active presence of mind even in conditions most dire.

Black Hawk Down: More a boon than an outright ability, a daily collection of the stray molt from the Ornithes Areioi, the birds of Ares that drop arrow-like feathers and guard the Amazon shrine to Ares on an island off the coast of the Black Sea. They appear by his bedside when he wakes each morning, and with a little work, they can be fashioned into proper arrows. Due to their inherent tie with Ares and his domain, however, they have changed in the face of modern warfare. In response to the will of Jonas, Ornithes Arrows can optionally explode upon impact, at the natural cost of utterly destroying the projectile. Depending on the molt of the flock, daily restock yield ranges from two to five dozen arrow-worthy feathers.

Al Iaquinta | ed1c24

1. The child is born intersex, and is allowed to grow until they decide "what they feel more like" on their 6-7th birthday. Then on that day, Aphrodite asks them what they want to be. After all, as a goddess, she loves her children and wants to help them move on. Child then wishes, "i want to be as pretty as mommy...but, if i want to i want to be a mommy or a daddy!", doing so from an innocent and pure perspective of a young kid being approached with a matter more serious than they know.

Aphrodite agrees if that is "what they want", and grants this wish. Boom, both sets of organs, but an overall beautiful female body as they grow up.

I know it sounds very odd....but i suppose it is an exploration of what, if a Greek goddess was in this situation, could happen at the child's request. Someone in a position that many would potentially find struggle in, and the unique take on life that could be had from such a position.

2. Apollo prophesied to Aphrodite that she was pregnant with twins, with both twins being conjoined, weak, and potentially going to die if nothing was done and one or the other died. But to try to save their lives, or at least save on or the other due to the situation, the goddess essentially fused them together, using the fusion of the bodies of Hermaphroditus and the nymph Salmacis from legend (aka the past for her) as a reference for her doing this.

This had been done before to unite the bodies of a nymph and her youthful son by Hermes (Hermaphroditus) forever, saving the youth from the nymph's...assault. All in all an obtuse solution only possible when Greek deities decide to meddle in thing and fiddle with humanity, really, and in this case a goddess trying to help keep at least one twin alive.

End result, a similar situation but more skewed due to the odd nature of this "fusion" to try to save a life. You get the OC being rather female physically, but with male parts. Or a female with both sets of parts, or similarly unique arrangements only possible via the gods' power. A "what-if" scenario imitating an old legend about one of Aphrodite's divine children.