Whelp this caught me by surprise.
rip Kaz and Zaheen. If Dionysus opens up again tho, I'd probably come back tbh.
rip Kaz and Zaheen. If Dionysus opens up again tho, I'd probably come back tbh.
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Damn, I just remember Jayanti and Peter haha
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@bandcrsnatch black mirror and car seat headrest? that's hot.
What can I say? I'm an edgelord like that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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All the memories are coming back to me... 
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I remember certain things.
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What can I say? I'm an edgelord like that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
oh. oh. it all makes sense now.
i'm an edgelord...
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Whelp this caught me by surprise.
rip Kaz and Zaheen. If Dionysus opens up again tho, I'd probably come back tbh.
Yeah. Slots filled up rather quickly.
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I was mulling over the idea of a Discord Server for a bit now. Ever since I posted the interest check up until about 30 minutes ago, I was debating if we needed one. On one hand, I know how convenient it is and easy to talk about relations and/or shit post about various things, but on the other hand, I can recognize that some might not like it, so here's the middleground I propose: the thread will still be here as well as guild pms to anyone for it won't be inactive, but the Discord server will be there as well to anyone who wants it.
In other words, it won't be required to join the discord server.
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I was mulling over the idea of a Discord Server for a bit now. Ever since I posted the interest check up until about 30 minutes ago, I was debating if we needed one. On one hand, I know how convenient it is and easy to talk about relations and/or shit post about various things, but on the other hand, I can recognize that some might not like it, so here's the middleground I propose: the thread will still be here as well as guild pms to anyone for it won't be inactive, but the Discord server will be there as well to anyone who wants it.
In other words, it won't be required to join the discord server.
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"It is not the style of clothes one wears, neither the kind of automobile on drives, nor the amount of money one has in the bank, that counts. These mean nothing, it is simply service that measures success" —George Washington Carver
Name
Wynter Rose Smith
Age
20, 29th November
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Unsure. She considers herself heterosexual but has never really liked anyone in that way but never really tried, relationships aren't on her mind at the moment.
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 12.5% British, 37.5% Irish
Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth
"Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide," — Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns 'N Roses
Appearance
Wynter stands at 5'7" and has a skinny figure. Her golden blonde hair falls just below her shoulders in soft, slight waves. When it's not out she clips it back into a messy loose bun. She has light brown eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and Wynter's has a soft, gentle glance, one that seems interested in what around her without prying. Wynter seems to always have a relaxed stance yet tends to get lost in her thoughts quite a bit.
Wynter's style isn't very limited. She doesn't wear overly expensive or fancy close and has a tendency to dress somewhat modestly but despite that she switches between style. She leans more toward casual styles with her clothing choices and is often wearing her thin, long, light brown cardigan. Some say that half the time she has a very mum-like look. She keep her makeup natural looking. She tries not to draw attention to herself in many ways, including on how she dresses
Personality
The first impression many get of Wynter is that she's shy and timid however seems to give off a vibe of comfort from being near her however getting to know her you learn that's not quite the case. Wynter is very sweet and caring, she tends to have quite a motherly presence. She loves the people around her and is always up to listen to people rant our gush. She tends to be a go-to for solving conflict as her very presence makes the people around her feel more peaceful and at ease.
Although not timid Wynter can be rather distant and even disconnected from reality. She avoids speaking up and standing up for herself and others even when it might be needed this is because she doesn't like conflict and wants to do as much as possible to avoid it. She is very closed when it come to herself. She's not very good with time restraints and is often late to events and such.
At the end of the day though she enjoys ensuring her friends are cared for (and well fed) while enjoying a laugh or conversation.
History
Amongst the colourful, loud and wild young adult at the university party the small woman clad in neutral colours and sitting out of the way at the side of the room should have been the last person to draw ones attention but that wasn't the case for Richard Smith. For quite some time he kept glancing in the direction of the girl, watching as she topped up food bowls, ensured people had eaten and rushed to the bathroom with people who had obviously had too much alcohol to keep down. Eventually, she noticed his constant glancing in her direction and before long the two were sharing glances between bathroom assistance and empty conversations. Toward the end of the night Richard, who was tipsy at the time, approached her and asked to take her out. The pair went on multiple dates over quite a few months and enjoyed each other's company. Wynter arrived about 18 months after her parent first met. Hestia said she was being forced home by her parents and left Wynter with her father only a week after her birth
Growing up Wynter had a fairly normal childhood in her younger years. Her dad tried his best to look after her alone for years. He still hasn't told her about the incident when she was 2. After throwing a temper tantrum because she wasn't allowed a cookie she took herself to her room to whinge for Richard to later find her on sitting the floor surrounded with more chocolate chip cookies than has ever been in the house, that's when he knew something was up. The next day he received a later from his former love explaining who she was and the true reason for her suddenly leaving him. She apologized for the lies and what she had got him into and told him about Olympus Academy and its importance in the girl's future. After that day Hestia made a point to visit her daughter at least once a year and when Wynter was 12 they told her of her true identity.
Although you couldn't place that now during her younger teen years Wynter became troubled. A mix of being raised in a single parent home, the sporadic events of her mothers business and puberty were likely the biggest culprits. She became very closed off from everyone, including her father, and would often defy him. She snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to hang out with friends and often lash out. She resented her mother for who she was and what she did and refused to see her on many occasions.
Around 16 she was coming off that phase, much to her father's joy, and later went to Olypmus Academy under her mum's wishes. She repaired her relationship to her parents and became more open to her peers. Starting at a fresh school helped as well, especially one where everyone else is going through similar stuff.
"Something you need to recognise, my daughter, is family is what is most important. Now, look around, these are all your brothers and sisters, in you I see the desire to make everyone around you family and that is a rare trait but one much needed in these times." — Hestia
Godly Parent
Hestia, goddess of the hearth and domestic life
Relationship With Godly Parent
Wynter is rather close to her mother. As a child she didn't want anything to do with her but in the last few years, as she's matured, she's grown to love Hestia's company and vice versa. She's not a 'mumma's girl' and probably not the child Hestia is closest to but when Hestia is allowed to visit her daughter the pair can often be found cooking together or chatting over tea.
Demigod Abilities
Friendly Fire
Aura of Peace and Sanctuary
Shared Visions of the Past
Conjure food
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"It is not the style of clothes one wears, neither the kind of automobile on drives, nor the amount of money one has in the bank, that counts. These mean nothing, it is simply service that measures success" —George Washington Carver
Name
Wynter Rose Smith
Age
20, 29th November
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Unsure. She considers herself heterosexual but has never really liked anyone in that way but never really tried, relationships aren't on her mind at the moment.
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 12.5% British, 37.5% Irish
Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth
"Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide," — Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns 'N Roses
Appearance
Wynter stands at 5'7" and has a skinny figure. Her golden blonde hair falls just below her shoulders in soft, slight waves. When it's not out she clips it back into a messy loose bun. She has light brown eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and Wynter's has a soft, gentle glance, one that seems interested in what around her without prying. Wynter seems to always have a relaxed stance yet tends to get lost in her thoughts quite a bit.
Wynter's style isn't very limited. She doesn't wear overly expensive or fancy close and has a tendency to dress somewhat modestly but despite that she switches between style. She leans more toward casual styles with her clothing choices and is often wearing her thin, long, light brown cardigan. Some say that half the time she has a very mum-like look. She keep her makeup natural looking. She tries not to draw attention to herself in many ways, including on how she dresses
Personality
The first impression many get of Wynter is that she's shy and timid however seems to give off a vibe of comfort from being near her however getting to know her you learn that's not quite the case. Wynter is very sweet and caring, she tends to have quite a motherly presence. She loves the people around her and is always up to listen to people rant our gush. She tends to be a go-to for solving conflict as her very presence makes the people around her feel more peaceful and at ease.
Although not timid Wynter can be rather distant and even disconnected from reality. She avoids speaking up and standing up for herself and others even when it might be needed this is because she doesn't like conflict and wants to do as much as possible to avoid it. She is very closed when it come to herself. She's not very good with time restraints and is often late to events and such.
At the end of the day though she enjoys ensuring her friends are cared for (and well fed) while enjoying a laugh or conversation.
History
Amongst the colourful, loud and wild young adult at the university party the small woman clad in neutral colours and sitting out of the way at the side of the room should have been the last person to draw ones attention but that wasn't the case for Richard Smith. For quite some time he kept glancing in the direction of the girl, watching as she topped up food bowls, ensured people had eaten and rushed to the bathroom with people who had obviously had too much alcohol to keep down. Eventually, she noticed his constant glancing in her direction and before long the two were sharing glances between bathroom assistance and empty conversations. Toward the end of the night Richard, who was tipsy at the time, approached her and asked to take her out. The pair went on multiple dates over quite a few months and enjoyed each other's company. Wynter arrived about 18 months after her parent first met. Hestia said she was being forced home by her parents and left Wynter with her father only a week after her birth
Growing up Wynter had a fairly normal childhood in her younger years. Her dad tried his best to look after her alone for years. He still hasn't told her about the incident when she was 2. After throwing a temper tantrum because she wasn't allowed a cookie she took herself to her room to whinge for Richard to later find her on sitting the floor surrounded with more chocolate chip cookies than has ever been in the house, that's when he knew something was up. The next day he received a later from his former love explaining who she was and the true reason for her suddenly leaving him. She apologized for the lies and what she had got him into and told him about Olympus Academy and its importance in the girl's future. After that day Hestia made a point to visit her daughter at least once a year and when Wynter was 12 they told her of her true identity.
Although you couldn't place that now during her younger teen years Wynter became troubled. A mix of being raised in a single parent home, the sporadic events of her mothers business and puberty were likely the biggest culprits. She became very closed off from everyone, including her father, and would often defy him. She snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to hang out with friends and often lash out. She resented her mother for who she was and what she did and refused to see her on many occasions.
Around 16 she was coming off that phase, much to her father's joy, and later went to Olypmus Academy under her mum's wishes. She repaired her relationship to her parents and became more open to her peers. Starting at a fresh school helped as well, especially one where everyone else is going through similar stuff.
"Something you need to recognise, my daughter, is family is what is most important. Now, look around, these are all your brothers and sisters, in you I see the desire to make everyone around you family and that is a rare trait but one much needed in these times." — Hestia
Godly Parent
Hestia, goddess of the hearth and domestic life
Relationship With Godly Parent
Wynter is rather close to her mother. As a child she didn't want anything to do with her but in the last few years, as she's matured, she's grown to love Hestia's company and vice versa. She's not a 'mumma's girl' and probably not the child Hestia is closest to but when Hestia is allowed to visit her daughter the pair can often be found cooking together or chatting over tea.
Demigod Abilities
Friendly Fire
Wynter can conjure flames. These flames have no destruction property but can make a lovely warm hearth or campfire or even be used for cooking. The flames and fire caused from them can not catch fire on anything but hearths and piles of logs and debris with the purpose of warmth, light, campfires or cooking. If touched by people or creatures they only warm and leave no burns
Aura of Peace and Sanctuary
Wynter has this homely presence that just seems to make everyone around her feel relaxed, welcome and safe. Even the most aggressive of spirits become a bit harder to provoke around her. Her presence can't necessarily suddenly resolve or end conflict but it has a tendency to subdue them
Shared Visions of the Past
Touching a person she can see memories from their past through their eyes. She can't unlock hidden memories this way, just memories deeply engrained into the person's mind. She can't hand pick memories but the the target can assist by making the memory first in their mind. This is also a two way street, she can reveal her memories to another when she touches them. If she's touching 2 peopole she can choose who sees the other's memories but in this instance memories must be recent or very prominent. When it's her in the memory alone she is generally inclined to feel how the target felt in that situation.
Conjure food
Pretty self explainatary, she can conjure food. As she enjoys cooking she usually conjures ingredients to cook from other than just food. Anything she conjures seems to taste amazing, fruit and vegetables farm fresh and meals tend to make one nostalgic of home.
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“We live as we dream--alone....” —Joseph Conrad
✿ Name ✿
Persephone Kore Neotera
✿ Age ✿
18 [March 20th]
✿ Gender ✿
Female
✿ Sexual Orientation ✿
Demisexual
✿ Ethnicity ✿
Greek
✿ Years at Olympus Academy ✿
3
✿ Appearance ✿
Standing at an average height of 5"5', Persephone is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, blonde hair. Her green eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions obvious and somewhat expressive. She tries to come off as composed, and if caught off guard, actually looks as elegant as a demigoddess of her nature should be.
Her clothing leans towards elegant, often pampering herself with the finest as it was the only thing she used to be able to control growing up. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention. Occasionally she is seen in overalls that are usually either stained or have dirt due to gardening.
Her clothing leans towards elegant, often pampering herself with the finest as it was the only thing she used to be able to control growing up. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention. Occasionally she is seen in overalls that are usually either stained or have dirt due to gardening.
✿ Personality ✿
✿ Gentle ✿ Excitable ✿ Shy ✿ Naive ✿ Hesitant ✿ Insecure ✿ Self-loathing ✿ Pessimistic ✿
Persephone is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.
The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.
Persephone is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.
The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.
✿ History ✿
Demeter's only daughter was well known throughout Olympus, as was the rather overprotective way she raised her. Despite her demigoddess status, she grew up under the watchful eye of her mother, never knowing much of her father until she was a tween. Apparently her father wanted to get to know her, but her mother refused for reasons that weren't clear at the time. Supposedly Persephone's father was a danger to her, although it became clear that Demeter wasn't okay with letting her live with her father, either, despite his insistence. Her fears were founded as it was quickly revealed that he used his daughter as a way to come in contact with Demeter; after a meeting that ended in disaster, he was forbidden from seeing the goddess or his daughter.
Her mother's smothering came to a head when it was time for Persephone to enroll at Olympus Academy. To the girl's surprise, her first year consisted of private classes away from a majority of the students. Apparently her mother had pulled some strings to make it happen, though she denied any part of it. This resulted in the girl feeling somewhat isolated from her peers, and an argument once she went home. Her mother insisted she wasn't ready, further proven by the girl's anxiety issues. Eventually Persephone gave up, going along with what her mother wanted and growing bitter and resentful. Their relationship soured shortly after that, with Demeter compromising by letting Persephone attend her classes normally this year. Considering how nerve-wracked and socially anxious she was, the girl found herself filled with doubt and dread, feeling that the damage was already done.
Her mother's smothering came to a head when it was time for Persephone to enroll at Olympus Academy. To the girl's surprise, her first year consisted of private classes away from a majority of the students. Apparently her mother had pulled some strings to make it happen, though she denied any part of it. This resulted in the girl feeling somewhat isolated from her peers, and an argument once she went home. Her mother insisted she wasn't ready, further proven by the girl's anxiety issues. Eventually Persephone gave up, going along with what her mother wanted and growing bitter and resentful. Their relationship soured shortly after that, with Demeter compromising by letting Persephone attend her classes normally this year. Considering how nerve-wracked and socially anxious she was, the girl found herself filled with doubt and dread, feeling that the damage was already done.
"I thought letting her go to the academy would help her improve herself, that she would be able to spread her wings and interact with others. I feel like she's regressed instead...I never should have let her go." — Demeter
✿ Godly Parent ✿
Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture, Fertility, Sacred Law and the Harvest
Relationship With Godly Parent
Strained at best, rocky on a normal day, and downright toxic at its worst. Despite Demeter's kindness, the two have come to butt heads ever since Persephone started going to the academy. She doesn't appreciate how much her mother has smothered her through most of her childhood and teenage years, and her mother doesn't like how reclusive her daughter became once she started going to the academy. The two have a hard time getting the other to listen, though Persephone has long since given up on getting her mother to understand her, choosing to put as much distance between them as possible.
✿ Demigod Abilities ✿
Hagne - Life's essence in the palm of your hand. Every living thing possesses an essence, and she has the ability to wield it as she pleases. It manifests primarily in a healing power, hastening up the natural healing process most living things have greatly. With her touch, a wound that would have taken days to heal takes only seconds. Her ability also grants purification, battling illnesses, disease and curses. Granted, she cannot revive the dead, nor can she reattach limbs, but most surface wounds are within her capability. Healing is easiest when there is nature around her to help, and more difficult when there is little around.
Soteira - Listening with your heart does grant understanding. Whether it is an unknown language or whispers no one can hear, she is able to understand and communicate with nature. This is mostly relegated to plant life, having spent most of her life talking to plants, though she can communicate with most animals; granted, they usually pay her little mind, but the ones that do listen are able to understand her.
Melinoia - Everyone needs a friend. Her friend just happens to be larger than most. It takes the form of a giant flower capable of springing up wherever there is earth on the ground; her size enables her to carry three people comfortably, more if they're able to squeeze in and she can close her petals. She has the ability to travel long distances in an instant, covering most journeys instantaneously. While she does possess some capability to defend herself, she is fragile, unable to take many hits, and will take a long time to recover should she get hurt.
Despoina - Ask and ye shall receive. Whether it be vines, roots, flowers, and even trees, she has the ability to control plant life. Most of the time it involves ripping them from the ground and using them to attack, ranging from one plant to ten. The more she tries to control, the less finesse she usually has, and she can only control them as long as they're rooted to the ground. The bigger they are, the harder it is for her to manipulate them, so it will be some time before her forest army rises.
Soteira - Listening with your heart does grant understanding. Whether it is an unknown language or whispers no one can hear, she is able to understand and communicate with nature. This is mostly relegated to plant life, having spent most of her life talking to plants, though she can communicate with most animals; granted, they usually pay her little mind, but the ones that do listen are able to understand her.
Melinoia - Everyone needs a friend. Her friend just happens to be larger than most. It takes the form of a giant flower capable of springing up wherever there is earth on the ground; her size enables her to carry three people comfortably, more if they're able to squeeze in and she can close her petals. She has the ability to travel long distances in an instant, covering most journeys instantaneously. While she does possess some capability to defend herself, she is fragile, unable to take many hits, and will take a long time to recover should she get hurt.
Despoina - Ask and ye shall receive. Whether it be vines, roots, flowers, and even trees, she has the ability to control plant life. Most of the time it involves ripping them from the ground and using them to attack, ranging from one plant to ten. The more she tries to control, the less finesse she usually has, and she can only control them as long as they're rooted to the ground. The bigger they are, the harder it is for her to manipulate them, so it will be some time before her forest army rises.
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Ariana Mossos is her parents’ daughter through and through. As soon as she enters a room, she captivates you with an inexplicable magnetism, and your eyes are unable to look in any other direction. The young woman carries herself with a confidence that most of the time falls on the side of arrogance, much like her mother and father do. Upon first meetings, Ariana is frequently described as a bitch. Having grown up spoiled means she often thinks she’s the center of the universe, entitled to things, and that she can get away with whatever she wants without any consequences. The girl is very judgemental, stubborn as a mule and not afraid of using manipulation to get others to do as she pleases.
Of course, not all of Ariana’s traits are on the negative side. She can be charming when she wants to be, outgoing, with an easy sense of humor and adventure that makes it fun to be around her. To those she considers friends and loved ones, she is caring and loyal to a fault, going to great lengths to protect them and making sure they’re happy. To her lovers, she’s a flirtatious fireball of passion who gives her all and doesn’t stop until they’re both satisfied. And behind the self-centered, uptight exterior hides a sensitive girl that’s deathly afraid of being tossed aside, forgotten and unable to ever find love without the use of her charms.
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"She's an arrogant, conceited, spoiled little bitch... I would say my Ariana definitely takes after me." — Aphrodite
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Ariana Elizabeth Mossos-Huntsberg
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Ariana’s looks are an exact replica of her mother Aphrodite. On a thin, heart-shaped face rest a pair of arched eyebrows, framing the almond-shaped, hazel eyes that can be either brown or olive green depending on her outfit. A small, button-shaped nose marks the middle of her face, and underneath it are a pair of full, luscious, dusty rose-colored lips. Her layered, dark brown hair reaches the small of her back, silky locks parted in the middle and usually worn down in soft waves or flat-ironed straight. Her petite frame of 5’6” sports an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places, with a bronzed, blemish-free skin beautifully kissed by the sun.
Ariana’s style consists of everything designer, with a particular fondness for high heels, diamonds and sparkle. Every piece of clothing needs to be perfectly coordinated with one another and accessorized accordingly, fitted to perfection and with enough skin exposed to show off her best attributes without appearing trashy. Crop tops, skinny jeans, shorts, short skirts and form-fitting dresses are the most abundant pieces in her closet. At the moment, she has two earlobe piercings on each ear, a cartilage stud piercing on her left ear, and no tattoos or visible scars.
Ariana’s style consists of everything designer, with a particular fondness for high heels, diamonds and sparkle. Every piece of clothing needs to be perfectly coordinated with one another and accessorized accordingly, fitted to perfection and with enough skin exposed to show off her best attributes without appearing trashy. Crop tops, skinny jeans, shorts, short skirts and form-fitting dresses are the most abundant pieces in her closet. At the moment, she has two earlobe piercings on each ear, a cartilage stud piercing on her left ear, and no tattoos or visible scars.
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Ariana Mossos is her parents’ daughter through and through. As soon as she enters a room, she captivates you with an inexplicable magnetism, and your eyes are unable to look in any other direction. The young woman carries herself with a confidence that most of the time falls on the side of arrogance, much like her mother and father do. Upon first meetings, Ariana is frequently described as a bitch. Having grown up spoiled means she often thinks she’s the center of the universe, entitled to things, and that she can get away with whatever she wants without any consequences. The girl is very judgemental, stubborn as a mule and not afraid of using manipulation to get others to do as she pleases.
Of course, not all of Ariana’s traits are on the negative side. She can be charming when she wants to be, outgoing, with an easy sense of humor and adventure that makes it fun to be around her. To those she considers friends and loved ones, she is caring and loyal to a fault, going to great lengths to protect them and making sure they’re happy. To her lovers, she’s a flirtatious fireball of passion who gives her all and doesn’t stop until they’re both satisfied. And behind the self-centered, uptight exterior hides a sensitive girl that’s deathly afraid of being tossed aside, forgotten and unable to ever find love without the use of her charms.
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Once upon a time, in the beautiful, luxurious town of Beverly Hills, lived a young man by the name of Alexandros Mossos. At the tender age of twenty, he seemed to have the whole world at his feet: the riches, power and respect that came with being the son of the two most important members of the Greek and Italian mobs. These were the traits that had the desire-struck Aphrodite watching him from afar, biding her time until it was the perfect moment to strike. Her opportunity finally arrived on Halloween night, during the party being held at one of the many Mossos nightclubs in the Hills. Dressed up in her best goddess attire, Aphrodite walked straight into the club, very much like a woman on a mission to make Alexandros hers. And on the other side of the equation, the second Alex’s ice blue eyes fell on the dark-haired beauty with the sun-kissed skin and hazel-colored eyes, he knew he would do anything to have her. The rest, of course, is history.
Mission accomplished. Time to return home.
Although Aphrodite’s intentions were to carry on with life as usual, she was surprised to find out she was pregnant. The goddess delayed delivering the news to the father-to-be as much as she could, as Alexandros had just rekindled his relationship with the mother of his twins and were currently expecting their third. But by a stroke of fate, Audrey Huntsberg lost the child she was carrying, and was finding herself slowly sinking into a deep depression. It was then when Aphrodite, feeling absolutely devastated for the woman, decided to finally confess to Alex, and informed him of her desire to have Audrey adopt her child.
Knowing fully well his girlfriend would never adopt a child that was product of his infidelity (even if they had not been together at the time), he made sure to fabricate a believable story. That night, he arrived at his home telling Audrey about how his mother had heard of the daughter of a family friend who was looking to give up her baby on adoption, and if they knew of anybody looking to adopt. The grief-stricken Audrey, of course, jumped at the opportunity to fill the void in her heart and give the innocent child a loving family. Three months later, the young couple was bringing the newborn Ariana to Beverly Hills.
Ariana Elizabeth was raised alongside older brother Xander, older sister Ella, younger brother Andrew, and eventually her cousin Dante. They grew up in one of the most costly pieces of real estate in the Hills, their every need and whim tended to by their stern but loving mother and the estate’s staff. As a child, Ariana showed no signs of being anything but normal like the rest, with the few exceptions of some boys doing things for her and not remembering. It was on her thirteenth birthday that her demigod powers began to manifest themselves, often times making Ariana question her own sanity. And for fear of being sent off to the psych ward, the girl never confided these issues to anyone, even as they only strengthened throughout the years.
On her sixteenth birthday, Alexandros finally explained to Ariana who she was and where she came from. The girl had refused to believe him at first, thoroughly convinced that either her father had gone insane, or she had somehow suffered some brain injury that had her living in some strange, alternate dimension. Her denial persisted up until she finally arrived at Olympus Academy and met her biological mother in person, answering Aphrodite’s greeting with a slap in the face so hard Ariana was sure it echoed throughout the grounds. There were no further attempts to speak after that.
It took some time for Ariana to adjust to her new reality, but she did so quicker than she thought. The brunette was eager to learn about everything, since the only thing she’d ever known up to that point was the mortal life. Finding the answers to what her powers were and how to use them to her favor became her favorite pastime, along with getting into trouble with boys. Now, the young woman has fully embraced her status as a demigod, and is enjoying the privilege of having the best of both mortal and godly worlds.
Mission accomplished. Time to return home.
Although Aphrodite’s intentions were to carry on with life as usual, she was surprised to find out she was pregnant. The goddess delayed delivering the news to the father-to-be as much as she could, as Alexandros had just rekindled his relationship with the mother of his twins and were currently expecting their third. But by a stroke of fate, Audrey Huntsberg lost the child she was carrying, and was finding herself slowly sinking into a deep depression. It was then when Aphrodite, feeling absolutely devastated for the woman, decided to finally confess to Alex, and informed him of her desire to have Audrey adopt her child.
Knowing fully well his girlfriend would never adopt a child that was product of his infidelity (even if they had not been together at the time), he made sure to fabricate a believable story. That night, he arrived at his home telling Audrey about how his mother had heard of the daughter of a family friend who was looking to give up her baby on adoption, and if they knew of anybody looking to adopt. The grief-stricken Audrey, of course, jumped at the opportunity to fill the void in her heart and give the innocent child a loving family. Three months later, the young couple was bringing the newborn Ariana to Beverly Hills.
Ariana Elizabeth was raised alongside older brother Xander, older sister Ella, younger brother Andrew, and eventually her cousin Dante. They grew up in one of the most costly pieces of real estate in the Hills, their every need and whim tended to by their stern but loving mother and the estate’s staff. As a child, Ariana showed no signs of being anything but normal like the rest, with the few exceptions of some boys doing things for her and not remembering. It was on her thirteenth birthday that her demigod powers began to manifest themselves, often times making Ariana question her own sanity. And for fear of being sent off to the psych ward, the girl never confided these issues to anyone, even as they only strengthened throughout the years.
On her sixteenth birthday, Alexandros finally explained to Ariana who she was and where she came from. The girl had refused to believe him at first, thoroughly convinced that either her father had gone insane, or she had somehow suffered some brain injury that had her living in some strange, alternate dimension. Her denial persisted up until she finally arrived at Olympus Academy and met her biological mother in person, answering Aphrodite’s greeting with a slap in the face so hard Ariana was sure it echoed throughout the grounds. There were no further attempts to speak after that.
It took some time for Ariana to adjust to her new reality, but she did so quicker than she thought. The brunette was eager to learn about everything, since the only thing she’d ever known up to that point was the mortal life. Finding the answers to what her powers were and how to use them to her favor became her favorite pastime, along with getting into trouble with boys. Now, the young woman has fully embraced her status as a demigod, and is enjoying the privilege of having the best of both mortal and godly worlds.
"She's an arrogant, conceited, spoiled little bitch... I would say my Ariana definitely takes after me." — Aphrodite
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Aphrodite
Goddess of Beauty, Love, Lust, Desire, Sexuality, and Pleasure
"Or at least that's what I’ve heard."
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Ariana has no relation to her mother, and seemingly has no interest to meet the woman who chose to toss her away like yesterday’s trash. To her, the only mother she has is named Audrey Elizabeth Huntsberg: his father’s mortal wife. However, there is a part of her that secretly yearns to meet the goddess who has blessed her with the qualities she cherishes so fondly.
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ωє’яє вєαυtιƒυℓ, ℓιкє ∂ιαмση∂ѕ ιη tнє ѕку…Ariana wouldn’t be the daughter of Aphrodite if she didn’t have the drop-dead gorgeous, wrinkle, scar and acne-free looks to brag about. Not only that, but she is able to bless whoever she wants with beauty and desirability. The plot twist comes when, in order for Ariana and those recipients of her awarded attractiveness to keep their charm, they have to keep themselves sexually active. After all, Aphrodite isn’t the goddess of lust for no reason.
Tαℓк ∂ιяtу tσ мє… One of the biggest gifts Ariana inherited from her mother is Charmspeak, which is a rare type of hypnotism or persuasion that convinces any man to do or get whatever Ariana wants. The strength of the command depends on the tone and the emotion of the young woman’s voice. Eventually, when the charmspeak wears off, her target has no recollection of why they did or what they were commanded to do. Ariana’s charmspeak works with any creature as long as they’re male; but much to her chagrin, it does not work on the sons of Hestia, Athena and Artemis... As she found out the hard way when freaking Leo Sullivan wouldn’t buckle to her demands no matter how many sweet nothings fell from her lips.
¢яσѕѕ му нєαяt, нσρє tσ ∂ιє… Crossing Ariana Mossos in any shape or form can in all honesty, be the worst sin you can commit on this Earth. Just as she has the ability to bless souls with beauty, lust and passion, she has the ability to curse those same souls with a lack thereof. Need proof? Just ask Logan Sanders, her ex-boyfriend back at Beverly Hills Academy. After he was photographed cheating on her, let’s just say his sudden break of cystic acne is not the only reason he’s no longer able to rise to the occasion.
ι ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ αℓяιgнt... A rather interesting ability that was passed on to Ariana was the ability to find out exactly what a man craves in bed with a simple kiss, and bring them to ecstasy in every intimate session. Although most males have basic and tolerable enough fantasies (thus making this trait very useful for the most part), there have been a few times times in which their hidden desires have been disturbing enough to leave her with nightmares. The ability to discover cravings seems to not work on her fellow demigods, but thankfully enough, her ability to take them to Olympus and back remains intact.
Tαℓк ∂ιяtу tσ мє… One of the biggest gifts Ariana inherited from her mother is Charmspeak, which is a rare type of hypnotism or persuasion that convinces any man to do or get whatever Ariana wants. The strength of the command depends on the tone and the emotion of the young woman’s voice. Eventually, when the charmspeak wears off, her target has no recollection of why they did or what they were commanded to do. Ariana’s charmspeak works with any creature as long as they’re male; but much to her chagrin, it does not work on the sons of Hestia, Athena and Artemis... As she found out the hard way when freaking Leo Sullivan wouldn’t buckle to her demands no matter how many sweet nothings fell from her lips.
¢яσѕѕ му нєαяt, нσρє tσ ∂ιє… Crossing Ariana Mossos in any shape or form can in all honesty, be the worst sin you can commit on this Earth. Just as she has the ability to bless souls with beauty, lust and passion, she has the ability to curse those same souls with a lack thereof. Need proof? Just ask Logan Sanders, her ex-boyfriend back at Beverly Hills Academy. After he was photographed cheating on her, let’s just say his sudden break of cystic acne is not the only reason he’s no longer able to rise to the occasion.
ι ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ αℓяιgнt... A rather interesting ability that was passed on to Ariana was the ability to find out exactly what a man craves in bed with a simple kiss, and bring them to ecstasy in every intimate session. Although most males have basic and tolerable enough fantasies (thus making this trait very useful for the most part), there have been a few times times in which their hidden desires have been disturbing enough to leave her with nightmares. The ability to discover cravings seems to not work on her fellow demigods, but thankfully enough, her ability to take them to Olympus and back remains intact.
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To everyone we owe reviews/comments to, they are coming tomorrow.
In other news, my daughter of Apollo has been added to my reserved post of the OOC. =)
In other news, my daughter of Apollo has been added to my reserved post of the OOC. =)
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All of your characters look good to the GM Team. Feel free to move them all over to the CHARS tab whenever it's most convenient for you. =)
All of your characters look good to the GM Team. Feel free to move them all over to the CHARS tab whenever it's most convenient for you. =)
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"This is our house, take your medicine, and fly the fiddlin' fuck away from whence you came!" — Fight Song by The Stanfields
Appearance
Personality
History
"It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about..." — Hermes
Godly Parent
Relationship With Godly Parent
Demigod Abilities
"The less you know, the more you believe." —Unknown
Name
Taylor Alannah McLaughlin
Age
Twenty-one, born on March eighth.
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Lesbian, in the closet.
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% Irish-American
Years at Olympus Academy
Five.
"This is our house, take your medicine, and fly the fiddlin' fuck away from whence you came!" — Fight Song by The Stanfields
Appearance
As a daughter of Hermes, Taylor naturally inherited the great endurance and speed that came with the title. As such, she has a very lean and toned build to her, weighing it at roughly 120 pounds and standing at about 5’4”. Medium length curly locks of brown hair border her face on the rare occasion that her hair is down, and compliment the curious hazel eyes that hide behind them. Both of her ears are pierced, three times each, and are generally adorned with a single silver stud in the ear lobe and two hoops in the upper ear. Because she is quite active, Taylor is normally seen in fashionable athletic wear that allows freedom of movement, but doesn’t compromise too much on the looks. She will occasionally be seen rocking a hoodie on the colder days on campus, but doesn’t leave her room without a hat of some sort. Whether it’s a cute beanie or a wide-brimmed sun hat, Taylor always has something on her head.
Personality
Timid | Loyal | Disobedient | Kind | Quiet | Thoughtful
Taylor is a timid, but rebellious and occasionally vindictive individual. She doesn’t like adhering to rules and regulations, nor does she enjoy being ordered around by others. Though she will not outwardly show her displeasure, malicious compliance is a common term in both her vocabulary and the description of her actions. Not overtly mean however, she is a rather kind individual to those close with her. Her heart, while not worn on her sleeve, is large and welcoming. Taylor may not be easy to befriend or even approach, but if you manage to befriend her, she is nothing but loyal to her friends. Around campus, Taylor is a quiet person. She generally won’t start a conversation with someone without being approached first. She keeps to herself and if possible, tries to stick close to the people she knows.
History
Rowan McLaughlin wasn’t your typical journalist.
One would think that the moment a reporter caught wind of the veritable existence of the greek gods, that the story would make the front page of the New York Times. But Rowan was different. While she was quite a skilled journalist; she lived life on the edge and chased down stories that no other dared to, Rowan wasn’t in the job to make it big. She was one of the few people who did the job without twisting the words of strangers into a front page headline. The stories she wrote were the absolute, unbiased truth. It was this trait that had attracted Hermes to her.
The pair’s relationship grew quickly and both Rowan and Hermes seemed quite content together. Hermes, without Rowan’s knowledge, had fast-tracked her career by providing awfully convenient “anonymous” tips, leading the journalist to uncover some of the greatest stories she’d ever written. Needless to say, Rowan had never been happier in her life, except on the day she’d found out about her pregnancy. Only three months into the relationship and she’d decided that the time had seemed right.
Nine months later, a beautiful baby girl by the name of Taylor was born on the day following what would’ve been their anniversary. Except that in that very quiet hospital room, Hermes never showed up. The only clue that he’d left the journalist was a small tag around her foot that simply read “I will return on her sixteenth year.”
Despite Rowan’s frustration, Hermes hadn’t left her empty handed. Rowan raised Taylor in a very comfortable home funded by none other than the god himself. Taylor went to school just like any other child would--Rowan had no reason to suspect that Hermes was anything but ordinary--and for the longest time no one suspected a thing. The only detail that was even mildly suspicious about the demigod was that she picked up languages very quickly, much to her teacher’s pleasure.
Throughout her time in elementary school, Taylor excelled in track and field. She held the school record for all three sprint distances--100m, 200m and 500m--though didn’t participate in any team sports at her school. If she wasn’t outside on the track, Taylor was deep in her notebook writing about anything and everything she heard going on in the school. Though most of her writing was harmless and generally unimportant, she’d managed to get a teacher in a lot of trouble after discovering that he was cheating on his wife with one of the new educational assistants. Taylor had broken into his office earlier in the day and hid, watching as the two perpetrators...had at it. Needless to say, the two were both fired when the principle discovered an anonymous note with an attached video in her office the next morning. Just like her mother would’ve done.
Just as what had been promised those many years ago, on Taylor’s sixteenth birthday her true, biological father made his return to the McLaughlin residence. Taylor and her mother had just finished dinner when Hermes knocked at the door. Taylor had never seen her mother so mad in her life, but as Rowan had never spoken of Taylor’s father before, she had no idea why. After a lengthy discussion with the two of them, Hermes had revealed his true identity and with it, revealed to both of them that Taylor was a demigod. Disbelief and shock didn’t even begin to describe the emotions of both mother and daughter, but eventually they connected the dots and it all made sense.
Taylor was off to Olympus Academy a few months later, where she could learn and hone her abilities in safety, away from the rest of the world. She currently writes for and edits the school newspaper along with a few other misfits.
One would think that the moment a reporter caught wind of the veritable existence of the greek gods, that the story would make the front page of the New York Times. But Rowan was different. While she was quite a skilled journalist; she lived life on the edge and chased down stories that no other dared to, Rowan wasn’t in the job to make it big. She was one of the few people who did the job without twisting the words of strangers into a front page headline. The stories she wrote were the absolute, unbiased truth. It was this trait that had attracted Hermes to her.
The pair’s relationship grew quickly and both Rowan and Hermes seemed quite content together. Hermes, without Rowan’s knowledge, had fast-tracked her career by providing awfully convenient “anonymous” tips, leading the journalist to uncover some of the greatest stories she’d ever written. Needless to say, Rowan had never been happier in her life, except on the day she’d found out about her pregnancy. Only three months into the relationship and she’d decided that the time had seemed right.
Nine months later, a beautiful baby girl by the name of Taylor was born on the day following what would’ve been their anniversary. Except that in that very quiet hospital room, Hermes never showed up. The only clue that he’d left the journalist was a small tag around her foot that simply read “I will return on her sixteenth year.”
Despite Rowan’s frustration, Hermes hadn’t left her empty handed. Rowan raised Taylor in a very comfortable home funded by none other than the god himself. Taylor went to school just like any other child would--Rowan had no reason to suspect that Hermes was anything but ordinary--and for the longest time no one suspected a thing. The only detail that was even mildly suspicious about the demigod was that she picked up languages very quickly, much to her teacher’s pleasure.
Throughout her time in elementary school, Taylor excelled in track and field. She held the school record for all three sprint distances--100m, 200m and 500m--though didn’t participate in any team sports at her school. If she wasn’t outside on the track, Taylor was deep in her notebook writing about anything and everything she heard going on in the school. Though most of her writing was harmless and generally unimportant, she’d managed to get a teacher in a lot of trouble after discovering that he was cheating on his wife with one of the new educational assistants. Taylor had broken into his office earlier in the day and hid, watching as the two perpetrators...had at it. Needless to say, the two were both fired when the principle discovered an anonymous note with an attached video in her office the next morning. Just like her mother would’ve done.
Just as what had been promised those many years ago, on Taylor’s sixteenth birthday her true, biological father made his return to the McLaughlin residence. Taylor and her mother had just finished dinner when Hermes knocked at the door. Taylor had never seen her mother so mad in her life, but as Rowan had never spoken of Taylor’s father before, she had no idea why. After a lengthy discussion with the two of them, Hermes had revealed his true identity and with it, revealed to both of them that Taylor was a demigod. Disbelief and shock didn’t even begin to describe the emotions of both mother and daughter, but eventually they connected the dots and it all made sense.
Taylor was off to Olympus Academy a few months later, where she could learn and hone her abilities in safety, away from the rest of the world. She currently writes for and edits the school newspaper along with a few other misfits.
"It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about..." — Hermes
Godly Parent
Hermes, the messenger god of trade, wealth, luck, thieves, travel and language.
Relationship With Godly Parent
Although she hasn’t know about her heritage for too long, Taylor despises her father. All that matters to her is that he had abandoned her mother following her own birth and left her to raise a child all on her own. Nothing would change that, regardless of how much Hermes praised Taylor and sent her gifts. He would always be known to her as the father who left.
Demigod Abilities
Aren’t you the cunning linguist... - Being the messenger of the gods means that there is no room for communication errors or language barriers. Taylor inherited this from her father and has the ability to both understand and speak most known languages in the mortal world. Every dialect of every known language, and some languages that aren’t. This also includes writing in most languages, no matter the alphabet.
I see you haven’t lost your silver tongue. - Another perk of being the daughter of Hermes is that Taylor is incredibly well spoken and has the ability to persuade the vast majority of people. Persuading demi-gods may be a bit more work, but it is certainly possible. Gods on the other hand? Well, there’s a first time to try everything.
It’s like email, just…better. - She couldn’t be the daughter of the messenger god without some way to send someone a message. Taylor has the ability to send anyone she can think of, a completely tangible and physical letter. Any envelope she marks with the Caduceus of Hermes can be whisked away with the flick of her hand to the recipient of her choosing. Instantly.
Key to the city...sort of. - Some may call it technomancy, but to Taylor it's just plain and simple. Given a bit of time and direct contact with the lock, Taylor can manipulate the internals of any lock to open it. It gets exponentially harder to the bigger the lock gets, medium-sized safes requiring upwards of a few minutes and bank-sized ones not being possible without near perfect concentration. However, the upside to this is that it does not tamper with the lock in any way and entry is near undetectable.
I see you haven’t lost your silver tongue. - Another perk of being the daughter of Hermes is that Taylor is incredibly well spoken and has the ability to persuade the vast majority of people. Persuading demi-gods may be a bit more work, but it is certainly possible. Gods on the other hand? Well, there’s a first time to try everything.
It’s like email, just…better. - She couldn’t be the daughter of the messenger god without some way to send someone a message. Taylor has the ability to send anyone she can think of, a completely tangible and physical letter. Any envelope she marks with the Caduceus of Hermes can be whisked away with the flick of her hand to the recipient of her choosing. Instantly.
Key to the city...sort of. - Some may call it technomancy, but to Taylor it's just plain and simple. Given a bit of time and direct contact with the lock, Taylor can manipulate the internals of any lock to open it. It gets exponentially harder to the bigger the lock gets, medium-sized safes requiring upwards of a few minutes and bank-sized ones not being possible without near perfect concentration. However, the upside to this is that it does not tamper with the lock in any way and entry is near undetectable.
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"Your daughter calls me daddy too." —Random Internet Meme.
Name
Asher Blake Alcott
Nickname(s):
Ash - Most common nickname. Used by practically everyone.
B - Used by close friends and Family.
Ash - Most common nickname. Used by practically everyone.
B - Used by close friends and Family.
Age
Twenty-two.
Gender
"I'm a unicorn. Don't look at me like that. I can be a unicorn."
Male.
Male.
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual man slut.
Ethnicity
50%Greek, 50% American.
Years at Olympus Academy
Six.
"Lyric from theme goes here (if more than one line, make it a full sentence)" — Song by band/artist goes here
Appearance
Standing at six feet, two inches tall, Asher is a handsome young fellow - especially in his eyes. The young man has a square face with a defined jaw line, thick eyebrows, brown eyes and thin lips. His hair is also brown, and is cut short. It is usually left to do its own thing. Asher has large hands, and long fingers. He rarely smiles, and tends to smirk when he is amused. Spending a decent amount of time in the gym has given him a well defined six pack as well.
Adhere clothing style is what he likes to call "rich boy casual." He likes to wear dress shirts and jeans the vast majority of the time - the shirts must be tucked in. When he knows he's going to have a hard day of training, he will settle for a normal t-shirt.
Adhere clothing style is what he likes to call "rich boy casual." He likes to wear dress shirts and jeans the vast majority of the time - the shirts must be tucked in. When he knows he's going to have a hard day of training, he will settle for a normal t-shirt.
Personality
On the outside looking in, Asher is a charming young man. He has a way with the ladies, and isn't scared to flirt. He is rather attentive, often leading to moments in conversations where people are shocked that he remembers small details from a story they told months ago. He's a regular everyday guy, doing his best to impress. He's extremely competitive, and loves a challenge. Rather charismatic, when Asher speaks, people tend to listen. A people pleaser, he often tends to bite his tongue when things upset him.
Underneath his skin, Asher is a troubled boy. He punches walls to release his frustrations. He drinks whiskey in order to laugh. He smokes cigarettes to stop his hands from shaking. He plays piano to calm his nerves. Sex is nothing but a way to release frustration. Asher is fiercely loyal, and protects the ones he loves. When he fails at that, he becomes extremely upset. He is his biggest critic, and his worst downfall.
Aside from that, he's a major fuckboy.
Underneath his skin, Asher is a troubled boy. He punches walls to release his frustrations. He drinks whiskey in order to laugh. He smokes cigarettes to stop his hands from shaking. He plays piano to calm his nerves. Sex is nothing but a way to release frustration. Asher is fiercely loyal, and protects the ones he loves. When he fails at that, he becomes extremely upset. He is his biggest critic, and his worst downfall.
Aside from that, he's a major fuckboy.
History
Asher was a result of a one night stand. His father was at a party, ran in to Hecate... bada bing, badaboom. (Use protection, kids.) His biological father was a drunk, and didn't want the child. When Asher appeared on his doorstep, his father took him to the hospital and turned him in. He was put up for adoption.
Over the course of his life, Asher has been in two different homes. His first was with the Washingtons. They fostered him until the age of five. Deciding they no longer wanted him, Asher was sent to a group home. He lived here from ages 6-16. Being the younger, smaller boy of the crowd he was often picked on; his food was stolen, his toys broken. However, there was one boy, Drew, who was a few years older than him. Drew taught Asher how to use his fists to fight back. He is also the one that taught Asher how to play piano.
Over the course of his life, Asher remembers seing a dark haired lawyer coming in and out of the group home when the other boys were being sent to their foster homes. On each occasion, ffh woman was sure to ask Ash how he was doing. They'd talk for a few minutes, she'd give him a bag of Skittles and tell him he was special. They woman never wpuld explain what she meant by thay.
On his sixteenth birthday, the lawyer came up to him and asked to speak with him outside. Asher obliged. The woman went on to talk to him like normal. Then she proceeded to tell him that he was special - just like always. Except this time, she explained. The woman told Asher that he was her son, and that she was the goddess Hecate. She went on to explain about Olympus Academy as well. Stunned, Asher didn't know what was going on. He freaked out, but after calming down, decided that whatever place she was going to send him to had to be better than his current living situation.
So off to Olympus Academy he went.
Over the course of his life, Asher has been in two different homes. His first was with the Washingtons. They fostered him until the age of five. Deciding they no longer wanted him, Asher was sent to a group home. He lived here from ages 6-16. Being the younger, smaller boy of the crowd he was often picked on; his food was stolen, his toys broken. However, there was one boy, Drew, who was a few years older than him. Drew taught Asher how to use his fists to fight back. He is also the one that taught Asher how to play piano.
Over the course of his life, Asher remembers seing a dark haired lawyer coming in and out of the group home when the other boys were being sent to their foster homes. On each occasion, ffh woman was sure to ask Ash how he was doing. They'd talk for a few minutes, she'd give him a bag of Skittles and tell him he was special. They woman never wpuld explain what she meant by thay.
On his sixteenth birthday, the lawyer came up to him and asked to speak with him outside. Asher obliged. The woman went on to talk to him like normal. Then she proceeded to tell him that he was special - just like always. Except this time, she explained. The woman told Asher that he was her son, and that she was the goddess Hecate. She went on to explain about Olympus Academy as well. Stunned, Asher didn't know what was going on. He freaked out, but after calming down, decided that whatever place she was going to send him to had to be better than his current living situation.
So off to Olympus Academy he went.
"I wish I could have done more for my son. But you must understand that only the strong survive in this world. Rough childhoods breed strong adults." — Hecate
Godly Parent
Hecate
Goddess of magic, ghosts, necromancy, the night, the moon, and crossroads.
Relationship With Godly Parent
"My whole life, my mother watched me struggle. She never bothered to help. I was young, scared, and confused. She stood by and watched it all. I guess you could say I'm a bit cold when it comes to her."
Demigod Abilities
Truthfully Speaking....
Asher has the ability to get people to tell him the truth, regardless if they want to or not. All he has to say is "Tell me the truth: *insert question here.*" After the subject has spoken the whole truth about the matter at hand, they are released from the spell. This does not work on children of Aphrodite and can only be used for one question, per person, per post.
Light 'em Up.
Due to Hecate's association with the torches, Asher has control over fire.
Pray For The Wicked
His mother being a somewhat minor goddess of Necromancy, Asher can see, hear and speak to ghosts.
Mist Manipulation
Ever heard of the mist? No? Well, it's the magical veil that separates the world of mythology from that of the mundane. Asher has control over the Mist. He can alter his appearance, as well as others around him (limited to three people at a time, one of those being himself). He can create temporary false memories. He can also teleport through the Mist. (Furthest distance is one hundred miles.)
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First off, @HaleyTheRandom and @SpicyMeatBall your characters are both accepted. Feel free to move them over to the CHARS tab whenever it suits you.
And secondly, though I have talked to a couple of you regarding your characters, the following people have either been relatively quiet in regards to their current placeholders or haven't posted their characters and would just like to do a courtesy check:
@Rockette @SouffleGirl123 @voltaic @arabxlla @ArticBeaver @Cleverbird
I hope everything is going well with you guys and if there's anything I can do to help, please let me or Plank know!
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@Altered Tundra -- @Plank Sinatra
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"𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞." && 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 -- 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑
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"𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗." && 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 -- 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
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𝚢 𝚘 𝚞 𝚠 𝚎 𝚛 𝚎 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚕 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚊 𝚝 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚛 𝚘 𝚞 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚍 𝚊 𝚛 𝚔 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚜
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𝚢 𝚘 𝚞 𝚠 𝚎 𝚛 𝚎 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚕 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚊 𝚝 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚛 𝚘 𝚞 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚍 𝚊 𝚛 𝚔 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚜
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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚘𝚗𝚎 -- 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝 ◆ 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ◆ 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 ◆ 𝟻𝚘% 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 -- 𝟸𝟻& 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 -- 𝟸𝟻% 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 ◆ 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛
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She stands as an enigma: a paradox of delicate mystery clothed sheer and subtely humming quaintly in allure and wonderment. Fragile shoulders quiver, clasped fingers perched over skin pale hued and dusted in pearl shadows and nails marking crescents liken to crimson smiles embedded deep into her palms; painted matte black like coffins. Something dark and cumbersome coils thick against her limbs, budrening her posture, hunched inward under a weight unseen but profoundly felt in her prescense by glimpses and the grace of touch. Emma is afforded a lithe figure, slight and critically thin with graceful ministrations that border slumberous and fog-like, carefully performed if not trembling in their endeavors from that ambiance she oozes from crown to foot. She's found small and sometimes hidden in shadow, a woman suspended in the misconceptions of who and what she is despite all fairer bequeaths to her debut: being the daughter of Nyx has sometimes eclipsed her indentity entirely.
A gaze smattered in stardust aligns her face in moonlight, silver impressions foiled in her eyes caped by soot-black lashes peeled wide in her inquiries and panned low in her idle musings. Dusted coal backdrops the uniqueness of her stare as if the contraptions of the night sky are captured purely within and struggling to burst forth from mortal bindings. Emma's hair can be similarly described, though dull and void like, endless in sometime-tangled waves often hoisted at the nape of her neck in a twined craze with framing tresses on crested cheekbones and a high brow. Her thin neck heralds an ebony chain, thin links against cold skin that houses a curious charm of tarnished silver with a face twisted in the shadows. Her only piece of cherishment, with a silver ring -- similar and unpolished -- set beside. In her ears are pierced dainty studs from black to silver, counted to three in each with a curious pierce decorated on her nose.
Emma's fashion appeal borders alternative and monochromatic with subtle touches of dull colour, as if she wears a constant shadow that caps her wardrobe and drapes across her stride. Loose bindings and sweaters, in blouse form and sometimes adorned in dresses with her legs often clung to by elastic and cotton, her sleeves often pulled tightly past thin wrists and leather slung over her shoulders -- many sizes too big and worn, a gift she'll mutter, from someone she deeply loves. The beauty she contains is undermined by human frailty all too keen despite her otherworldly dressings from her patronage.
A gaze smattered in stardust aligns her face in moonlight, silver impressions foiled in her eyes caped by soot-black lashes peeled wide in her inquiries and panned low in her idle musings. Dusted coal backdrops the uniqueness of her stare as if the contraptions of the night sky are captured purely within and struggling to burst forth from mortal bindings. Emma's hair can be similarly described, though dull and void like, endless in sometime-tangled waves often hoisted at the nape of her neck in a twined craze with framing tresses on crested cheekbones and a high brow. Her thin neck heralds an ebony chain, thin links against cold skin that houses a curious charm of tarnished silver with a face twisted in the shadows. Her only piece of cherishment, with a silver ring -- similar and unpolished -- set beside. In her ears are pierced dainty studs from black to silver, counted to three in each with a curious pierce decorated on her nose.
Emma's fashion appeal borders alternative and monochromatic with subtle touches of dull colour, as if she wears a constant shadow that caps her wardrobe and drapes across her stride. Loose bindings and sweaters, in blouse form and sometimes adorned in dresses with her legs often clung to by elastic and cotton, her sleeves often pulled tightly past thin wrists and leather slung over her shoulders -- many sizes too big and worn, a gift she'll mutter, from someone she deeply loves. The beauty she contains is undermined by human frailty all too keen despite her otherworldly dressings from her patronage.
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She peers upon the fringe of a glance before being whisked away by darkness, vanishing entirely within and without as if never really there. She smiles soft and frail, pinched upon the edges of her simper and alighting her eyes intensely with something she struggles against in her waking world. Labels such as timid and shy are tossed aside in favour of simply being an unknown, Emma is a factor in the mortal world, but conceals herself behind a veil of whispered words and bell-tones catering to a delicate diposistion. The mystery that cloaks itself over her shoulders is comparable to a night sky incapable of being breeched or touched; a void, an endless exspanse that has not been discovered in centuries. She is meloncholic upon first impressions, content with that wistful adornment with a touch of pensive sadness that glitters within her eyes.
Though she dances on the border of friendship, Emma struggles eternally in her attempts to befriend other bi-mortal children and fixates many in arm-length graces and keeps them suspended upon the threads of her self-doubt and emotional sensitivity. She is fearful of the permanent and everlasting thoughts crowding within her mind and fears the confines of space and time more often than not, she desires the touch of night and the calmness of a twinking twilight to soothe the boundless power that coil, festers, and sometimes writhes against her skin in unforeseen pain. There is only one that brings her serenity and the love she bears for them borders obsessive and dependent, binding them helplessly.
Though she dances on the border of friendship, Emma struggles eternally in her attempts to befriend other bi-mortal children and fixates many in arm-length graces and keeps them suspended upon the threads of her self-doubt and emotional sensitivity. She is fearful of the permanent and everlasting thoughts crowding within her mind and fears the confines of space and time more often than not, she desires the touch of night and the calmness of a twinking twilight to soothe the boundless power that coil, festers, and sometimes writhes against her skin in unforeseen pain. There is only one that brings her serenity and the love she bears for them borders obsessive and dependent, binding them helplessly.
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He was a man that defied all rules of a functioning society, a rebellious facet of the current generation that bespoke of law and family gain. Yet he scorned them in favour and trade for an existence of solitude, comforted only by the pluckings of his instruments that droned endlessly into the night, harmonized by the slow bass of his creations that purchased themselves in the most underground scenes and exclusive settings. Passwords were whispered in the alley ways of New Orleans lit only by a single bare bulb, and here a woman was found, sheathed in sheer silks of ebony with her face hauntingly veiled and her eyes twinkling in the moonlight; mysterious, mischeivous and haunting. She breathed her admission and sauntered her way between bodies slung low and hands raised to the night sky, lost in a trance that wound its way betwixt souls and hearts and secured to flesh in familraity. And there he stood, suspended in shadows, a lone rockstar in the haze of smoke and lust, long twists of black hanging loose against his shaded countenance lost to the sway of his own voice.
She was drawn to him and the sounds he spun from his soul, a man that was more than a man, but a would-be god from sheer reputation alone. In her fixation she breathed her calling, summoning with it a night that could have -- would have -- lasted for eternity if not for Apollo hoisting the sun up high that following morning; if only they could preserve that moment for eternity, a man and the divine in the dark of a smoke-hazed room. The effect would last forever in that single branch of time, intended, where a goddess as old as the beginning of this world wove her whispering grace around the soul of a mortal man to bind them together as the only lovers left alive in the twilight. Nyx revealed herself a long time admirer of his music, a man who preferred to live alone, but welcomed her strange presence into him home where the windows were bordered up high and the curtains thick in velvet, music records were piled high to the ceiling and the walls lined with instruments by age and use.
They lived together in song and smoke, he fell in love with the mystery she wove in her voice and the moon in her eyes that glimmered just for him. She fell in love with his mortal heart and fragile constitution, his defiance in the face of order -- order that she too was bound to by her given nature -- and in the high of midnight, he wrote music in her name that made her feel almost human. They would lie together in the tangles of her hair as dark as the night sky, speckled with glittering dust, looped through his fists and draped over them like an abyss of warmth till he said -- with love hazed words -- that their respective hands were bare, that she deserved a diamond of black set upon her delicate finger and the world at her feet. He swore in the heat of passion he'd bring life to its knees just for her and sing her songs of fated heart -- of their bond.
Nyx left him suddenly with images of shooting stars and weeping skies, on the longest day of the year, and whispered to his troubled heart to never forget.
He was forlorn, lost and broken, till a child wrapped in black was left upon his doorstep, nothing left to identify her, nothing but a silver charm tarnished and twisted and a ring beside with his name engraved inside. She wailed and in her eyes, he found twinkling stars and the night sky gleaming back at him, tears of silver on her cheeks, and some part of his heart withered, but another part of him soared and cried over the child left to him. He had lost the love of his life only to gain another; Nyx had given him Emma in exchange for the heart that she could not give. He raised her on stories of their love -- their loss -- cherished her, smiled -- painfully -- at his daughter who looked so much like her. It was hard to love her, but he did, in his own ways, even if he sometimes held her close and yet so very far away.
And then he died.
On the shortest day and longest night of the year -- when she turned sixteen -- Emma gazed up into the heavens where a woman descended, robed in the blackest of shadows, darkness suspended in black diamonds across her veiled face and silvers stars in her hair that fell from the sky to the earth in a blanket of black. She wept and it was beautiful, haunting and heartfelt and Emma too cried, they shared silver tears over the man they both loved and Emma crushed worn leather to her heart and wailed. In the wake of death and sorrow, Emma's powers came to violently, it was painful destruction of the waking world and quakes in the dreams of all those that slept. Nyx swept her into her shadowed veils, shielded her from herself and whispered of control and a place that would teach her the means and methods to stop herself. A place that could be her sanctuary from the strife she was destined to --
and so Emma came to Olympus Academy with the words of her father haunting her mind and the image of her mother behind her eyes whenever she dreamed.
"You've got stars in your eyes and the world in your hands."
She was drawn to him and the sounds he spun from his soul, a man that was more than a man, but a would-be god from sheer reputation alone. In her fixation she breathed her calling, summoning with it a night that could have -- would have -- lasted for eternity if not for Apollo hoisting the sun up high that following morning; if only they could preserve that moment for eternity, a man and the divine in the dark of a smoke-hazed room. The effect would last forever in that single branch of time, intended, where a goddess as old as the beginning of this world wove her whispering grace around the soul of a mortal man to bind them together as the only lovers left alive in the twilight. Nyx revealed herself a long time admirer of his music, a man who preferred to live alone, but welcomed her strange presence into him home where the windows were bordered up high and the curtains thick in velvet, music records were piled high to the ceiling and the walls lined with instruments by age and use.
They lived together in song and smoke, he fell in love with the mystery she wove in her voice and the moon in her eyes that glimmered just for him. She fell in love with his mortal heart and fragile constitution, his defiance in the face of order -- order that she too was bound to by her given nature -- and in the high of midnight, he wrote music in her name that made her feel almost human. They would lie together in the tangles of her hair as dark as the night sky, speckled with glittering dust, looped through his fists and draped over them like an abyss of warmth till he said -- with love hazed words -- that their respective hands were bare, that she deserved a diamond of black set upon her delicate finger and the world at her feet. He swore in the heat of passion he'd bring life to its knees just for her and sing her songs of fated heart -- of their bond.
Nyx left him suddenly with images of shooting stars and weeping skies, on the longest day of the year, and whispered to his troubled heart to never forget.
He was forlorn, lost and broken, till a child wrapped in black was left upon his doorstep, nothing left to identify her, nothing but a silver charm tarnished and twisted and a ring beside with his name engraved inside. She wailed and in her eyes, he found twinkling stars and the night sky gleaming back at him, tears of silver on her cheeks, and some part of his heart withered, but another part of him soared and cried over the child left to him. He had lost the love of his life only to gain another; Nyx had given him Emma in exchange for the heart that she could not give. He raised her on stories of their love -- their loss -- cherished her, smiled -- painfully -- at his daughter who looked so much like her. It was hard to love her, but he did, in his own ways, even if he sometimes held her close and yet so very far away.
And then he died.
On the shortest day and longest night of the year -- when she turned sixteen -- Emma gazed up into the heavens where a woman descended, robed in the blackest of shadows, darkness suspended in black diamonds across her veiled face and silvers stars in her hair that fell from the sky to the earth in a blanket of black. She wept and it was beautiful, haunting and heartfelt and Emma too cried, they shared silver tears over the man they both loved and Emma crushed worn leather to her heart and wailed. In the wake of death and sorrow, Emma's powers came to violently, it was painful destruction of the waking world and quakes in the dreams of all those that slept. Nyx swept her into her shadowed veils, shielded her from herself and whispered of control and a place that would teach her the means and methods to stop herself. A place that could be her sanctuary from the strife she was destined to --
and so Emma came to Olympus Academy with the words of her father haunting her mind and the image of her mother behind her eyes whenever she dreamed.
"You've got stars in your eyes and the world in your hands."
"𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞." && 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 -- 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑
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N Y X -- Primordial Goddess of the Night.
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She fears her and yet admires her, she finds her very mention intimidating as the night sky that yawns before them. Yet there is comfort and she knows that Nyx cared for her father in her own way and leaving him as she did was meant for his sake just as it was for her own. Nyx whispers to her in her dreams, muttering words of peace to bring her solace, caressing her cheeks in the night and brushing fingers of black through her hair. She tells her that one day she'll show her Tartarus, where she lives throughout the year, of where night is eternal and of a place where she can live without fear of her own self. She wakes in fallen stars and veils of shadows hanging from her stained cheeks, the night refusing to leave her behind even in her mortal world. Emma loves her, as much as a woman can love something never seen -- not since her father died -- but always heard, and felt within.
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Emma's abilities are vast and profound and she easily loses control and sight of reasoning when suspended in their wake. If not for the sake of the one person she loves and obsesses over above all others, she would surely lose herself to the very night she can command. It is only by the whispers of her mother and the touch of her brother that brings her to a plane of peace and santurary, but Nyx is not always around, some nights she goes without sleep and dreams and wonders aimlessly, in these moments she needs him and will search endlessly on school grounds till she finds him.
&& A V E I L O F S H A D O W [ S ] -- Like a sheer blanket of night, Emma can pluck the very edges of cast shadows and lift them upon her person, wrapping herself in numerous veils of darkness until she disappears entirely from mortal sight. At most opportunities, she uses her own cast shadow for this purpose, which is darker than most and a rich black. As humans can only perceive that which bends light, Emma can negate this entirely and suspend herself into a literal solitude and ghost across the academy grounds literally unseen. Such can be amplified by the touch of her brother, where Emma can drape shadows not only overself, but unto others and within the gloom of night, Emma can tear the darkness apart, step into the void and be at peace should she lose herself.
&& A T O U C H O F E M P A T H Y -- Emma bears a rather sensitive constitution to the emotions piling inside her heart and her head and those of her peers. Such emotes are felt within literal, tangible waves that slink across on weaves of the feelings that they ride upon, reaching deeply past her cast shadow that writhes, quivers and reacts entirely to her own heart pounding away inside. She has become afraid of her own feelings and the ones she shares unwillingly with others, forsaking close bonds so as not to feel when she can't control herself. With her brother, she clasps hands with him, nails biting deep and will force those emotions upon him. Emotes of pain, anguish, deceit, and strife are much more profound.
&& A D R E A M S C A P E L I E -- Within the suspension of sleep, Emma's eyes glitter bright, shining within the darkness of night whilst she pries into the dreams of others, sitting beside them with her gaze unmoving and unyielding. Her will forces its way into the dreamscape of her intended, where she can comb through experiences and memories and wish unto them the sweetest of imaginings or the most hellacious of nightmares from her own subconscious. Similarly, Emma can envoke sleep with a kiss, with her eyes peeled wide, holding gazes with another where she shows them an endless night sky that spins and dives, hypnotic and haunting till slumber takes them. In this facet, Emma chooses when they shall awake, unless sheer willpower brings them to the waking world.
&& A N E T E R N A L N I G H T -- She is unstable within and Emma must be constantly told to harness control, for at the peak of midnight or at the stroke of three, she can tear apart the night sky and summon an eternal abyss if she becomes unbound and lost within herself. Darkness rends itself apart, a deep fissure into the void that swallows everything whole, even the sun, an eternal night henceforth. It is the manifestation of every facet to a child of Nyx and the power she too commands, the fate of strife -- doom and destruction -- she is meant for.
&& A T O U C H O F E M P A T H Y -- Emma bears a rather sensitive constitution to the emotions piling inside her heart and her head and those of her peers. Such emotes are felt within literal, tangible waves that slink across on weaves of the feelings that they ride upon, reaching deeply past her cast shadow that writhes, quivers and reacts entirely to her own heart pounding away inside. She has become afraid of her own feelings and the ones she shares unwillingly with others, forsaking close bonds so as not to feel when she can't control herself. With her brother, she clasps hands with him, nails biting deep and will force those emotions upon him. Emotes of pain, anguish, deceit, and strife are much more profound.
&& A D R E A M S C A P E L I E -- Within the suspension of sleep, Emma's eyes glitter bright, shining within the darkness of night whilst she pries into the dreams of others, sitting beside them with her gaze unmoving and unyielding. Her will forces its way into the dreamscape of her intended, where she can comb through experiences and memories and wish unto them the sweetest of imaginings or the most hellacious of nightmares from her own subconscious. Similarly, Emma can envoke sleep with a kiss, with her eyes peeled wide, holding gazes with another where she shows them an endless night sky that spins and dives, hypnotic and haunting till slumber takes them. In this facet, Emma chooses when they shall awake, unless sheer willpower brings them to the waking world.
&& A N E T E R N A L N I G H T -- She is unstable within and Emma must be constantly told to harness control, for at the peak of midnight or at the stroke of three, she can tear apart the night sky and summon an eternal abyss if she becomes unbound and lost within herself. Darkness rends itself apart, a deep fissure into the void that swallows everything whole, even the sun, an eternal night henceforth. It is the manifestation of every facet to a child of Nyx and the power she too commands, the fate of strife -- doom and destruction -- she is meant for.
[ 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 ◆ #𝟿𝚋𝟿𝟺𝟾𝚍 ]
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𝚜 𝚞 𝚏 𝚏 𝚎 𝚛 𝚜 𝚕 𝚘 𝚠 𝚕 𝚢 𝚖 𝚢 𝚍 𝚎 𝚊 𝚛 𝚜 𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚊 𝚝 𝚠 𝚎 𝚖 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚔 𝚗 𝚘 𝚠 𝚑 𝚘 𝚠 𝚕 𝚒 𝚏 𝚎 𝚎 𝚗 𝚍 𝚜
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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 -- 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝚜𝚝 ◆ 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 ◆ 𝟻𝚘% 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 -- 𝟻𝚘% 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 ◆ 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛
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He's got gold in his eyes and slick upon his fingers, tell-tale heavy embraces of a King smitten in ichor with marbled blue snapped through his gaze like a splintered nebula. They shine with an ethereal luminence under a handsome brow, a gateway to a soul that tumbles endlessly between mortal delicacey and divine manipulation that he is helpless against. He's fed persistent cardio and wicked strength, corded with sinew, regaled entirely within a golden sheen, lusturous and sheer even in the dankness of gloom. Artistic and royal inclincations are bidden unto him by swagger and touch that have hidden a sort of brutality only beqeathed to those capable and willing to use such barbarism against anyone who dares to challenge them. He is afforded such strength by his mother who has made him within her image of a man who could be -- would be -- King. Avem is a woeful sort of man but not without acknowledging his own sense of tragedy and endless complexes.
He possesses a degree of magnetism that all bi-mortal children are upheld to, his cultivated and preened, but again underlined purposely with his mortal self, as one would say: perfectly imperfect with quaint embellishments of something otherworldly. Thick waves of gold and brown twist around his lobes and shoulders bearing a shimmering quality of care and colour him within an ambiance of vanity and arrogance, these being dressings upon a cruel reputation. Avem's sense of self and dress are careful executions for he is not a flashy dresser nor is he subdued in fashion and the most striking features he wears are the adornments -- usually golden -- that he will weave among his locks and the ones donned to his fingers and those that dangle from spindly wrists jutted with prominent veins. A loop of gold is suspended from his septum with his lobes being largely stretched, an aesthetic that Avem clearly appreciates.
A shadow of facial hair lines his angular jaw and the crown of his cheekbones that remains closely trimmed and compliments the certain suppleness to his countenance, his pout adoring, lids heavy and the cape of his lashes thick. His smile is one that curls softly, delicately, pulling back over gleaming teeth with manicured nails swiping against his simper in the performance of being a slight tease to his intended. Avem is beautiful and would be a prince of the waking world was he not donned in a crown of golden thorns and lies.
He possesses a degree of magnetism that all bi-mortal children are upheld to, his cultivated and preened, but again underlined purposely with his mortal self, as one would say: perfectly imperfect with quaint embellishments of something otherworldly. Thick waves of gold and brown twist around his lobes and shoulders bearing a shimmering quality of care and colour him within an ambiance of vanity and arrogance, these being dressings upon a cruel reputation. Avem's sense of self and dress are careful executions for he is not a flashy dresser nor is he subdued in fashion and the most striking features he wears are the adornments -- usually golden -- that he will weave among his locks and the ones donned to his fingers and those that dangle from spindly wrists jutted with prominent veins. A loop of gold is suspended from his septum with his lobes being largely stretched, an aesthetic that Avem clearly appreciates.
A shadow of facial hair lines his angular jaw and the crown of his cheekbones that remains closely trimmed and compliments the certain suppleness to his countenance, his pout adoring, lids heavy and the cape of his lashes thick. His smile is one that curls softly, delicately, pulling back over gleaming teeth with manicured nails swiping against his simper in the performance of being a slight tease to his intended. Avem is beautiful and would be a prince of the waking world was he not donned in a crown of golden thorns and lies.
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He'd be told to be an arrogant bastard, a man that is vain and cruel and utilizes his appearance as a weapon and a means to a twisted end. His words would be dripping golden in sin, his lips a bedlam of deceit that writhes with temptation. Avem would be a prince befitting to the wiles of many Gods for their many known sordid affairs through the generations. He'd be the man that'd crush foes beneath his boot in the name and sake of forsaken bonds and terrifying jealousy and warped in wicked vengeance. He'd be the best heartache and a beloved farewell.
Avem though is a tool, a means, and with the whispered, honeyed words of his mother pouring into his ears, he performs whichever task bequeathed to him by her sometimes vindictive nature. And though the Queen of Olympus is more than her spurned self, it has not lessened her habits of projecting her jealousy onto her oldest child. In result, Avem has developed various complexities through his life, and he's well aware of his station in life in servitude to his mother; suspended on her whims; given to her on frail threads of love and lust; yet hoisted far away like a golden strung pawn. Though he is a puppet in most scenarios, Avem is all too pleased to rise to the occasion, for he adores and loves his mother above all others -- sometimes more than he could love himself. Though, perhaps, there is a layer of hidden self-loathing coupled with a crippling doubt to that one day he might fail her and himself.
He is her eyes, a peacock among subjects with a proud display of feathers to herald his nature and festooned with a myriad of all-knowing orbs that peer intensely into all that happens upon campus. There are chasms of emotional disturbances that set him apart from most of his peers, rifts that are compounded by beliefs of obligated misery and the fickle, misconstrued beliefs he carries in light of marriage and scared bonds.
Avem though is a tool, a means, and with the whispered, honeyed words of his mother pouring into his ears, he performs whichever task bequeathed to him by her sometimes vindictive nature. And though the Queen of Olympus is more than her spurned self, it has not lessened her habits of projecting her jealousy onto her oldest child. In result, Avem has developed various complexities through his life, and he's well aware of his station in life in servitude to his mother; suspended on her whims; given to her on frail threads of love and lust; yet hoisted far away like a golden strung pawn. Though he is a puppet in most scenarios, Avem is all too pleased to rise to the occasion, for he adores and loves his mother above all others -- sometimes more than he could love himself. Though, perhaps, there is a layer of hidden self-loathing coupled with a crippling doubt to that one day he might fail her and himself.
He is her eyes, a peacock among subjects with a proud display of feathers to herald his nature and festooned with a myriad of all-knowing orbs that peer intensely into all that happens upon campus. There are chasms of emotional disturbances that set him apart from most of his peers, rifts that are compounded by beliefs of obligated misery and the fickle, misconstrued beliefs he carries in light of marriage and scared bonds.
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Upon a month of Spring, the first day of the last month with the realm still doused in showers and flowers only just beginning their bloom, Hera plucked a Lily within full blossom. A symbolism for purity and beauty and fitting for the birth of her beloved child, tucked against her breast in robes of white and royal blue, already christened with golden locks -- short and soft and downy -- and eyes of marbled sapphire and gold. It only takes milliseconds but she loves the babe in her arms with every breath he takes, her tears are small weeps of happiness and fullfillment for she did not need him to give birth to the perfect bundle snug against her. Beside her stands a mortal man and he too feels that warmth spill through his bones and soul, a love he has never known secured when he sees the Goddess behind the woman he has come to know in small snippets of rare meetings. They had always been slight and quick, brief glimpses of love and lust that bonded them together for a little over a year, Hera came to him usually in the dark of night or upon the fringes of dawn where they couldn't be found or discovered.
He had willfully taken her jealousy and loathing, the anger, the pettiness that compounded their own connection into something primal and physical. She does not love him, and he does not love her -- so they say and whisper in the aftermath of their coupling -- and though they had created a beautiful child together, it is the only thing that binds them outside of their own dalliances. For she just wanted to be loved in the way that she has loved, to be given all whilst she does the same, it's a sacred thing she desires and here in her arms is that forlorn chance. In a whisper, she tells him that she has to leave, in fear that he will find her son. There is no fear of him, but only what he too would reap upon her child in revenge for the pain she has inflicted upon his own heirs and their mothers, for whilst she is the harbinger of matrimony and a protector of women and their love, she is unable to quell that lingering spite from her heart. His father doesn't object, after all when he had first found this woman -- who he knows now as a Goddess -- it had been upon the curb, her figure drenched from the shine of her hair to her rose coloured dress plastered and ruined and had taken her hand in his.
She was a forsaken being in his eyes and he wanted to mend whatever it was that ailed her. But as a man of mortal means and ends, Hera asked nothing of him except a child, a son that she would take away with her, a child he was likely to never see again. They parted on a bitter touch of lips and for a moment he entertained the notion of asking her to say, but something had told him that she would have denied him all the more and only asked that he be given his name.
And so Hera spirited her son away.
In those initial years of infancy, Avem was raised upon the Olympus Academy, hidden in secret from Zeus and loved by a woman who smiled at him endearingly, dressed him in finery and brushed his hair to soothe his woes and tuck him into a bed of silken comforts and luxuries. Perhaps he was spoiled in these endeavors and gifts, but from this early age, Avem had placed Hera upon a pedestal that deserved his utter devotion and admiration. The beautiful queen and her loyal prince; the Academy their blessed court.
However something shifted, changed, something took pearl smiles and diamond eyes and turned them hard and sometimes cold and they would cut. Hera looked upon her son with love, but she found it difficult to admire and overlook the mortal fragility that flawed him, something she did not know how to love. And if she were honest -- he was becoming a man. Perhaps she had errored in her desires for a son and thought upon the notions of wanting a daughter, someone to uphold her divine image, to be that imperfect-perfect product of her divinity and power. For whilst Avem was blossoming into the perfect bi-mortal child of her impression, there were brief moments that would fluctuate with his own might, his strength, his beauty that was both blessing and damning. Hera reflected on the children Zeus had sired with other women, and one that she abhorred above all others, and quietly uttered to Avem the secrets of her heart and hate; her jealousy and spite for those that almost mocked her. She had loved once.
In small doses, she molded Avem within her standard and image, to be a man that would be a protector, a man that she wanted to one day rival against her own husband. Though he was imperfect in the most beloved way, he was the perfect tool to her means, her eyes upon the mortal and waking world that she reigned over.
He had willfully taken her jealousy and loathing, the anger, the pettiness that compounded their own connection into something primal and physical. She does not love him, and he does not love her -- so they say and whisper in the aftermath of their coupling -- and though they had created a beautiful child together, it is the only thing that binds them outside of their own dalliances. For she just wanted to be loved in the way that she has loved, to be given all whilst she does the same, it's a sacred thing she desires and here in her arms is that forlorn chance. In a whisper, she tells him that she has to leave, in fear that he will find her son. There is no fear of him, but only what he too would reap upon her child in revenge for the pain she has inflicted upon his own heirs and their mothers, for whilst she is the harbinger of matrimony and a protector of women and their love, she is unable to quell that lingering spite from her heart. His father doesn't object, after all when he had first found this woman -- who he knows now as a Goddess -- it had been upon the curb, her figure drenched from the shine of her hair to her rose coloured dress plastered and ruined and had taken her hand in his.
She was a forsaken being in his eyes and he wanted to mend whatever it was that ailed her. But as a man of mortal means and ends, Hera asked nothing of him except a child, a son that she would take away with her, a child he was likely to never see again. They parted on a bitter touch of lips and for a moment he entertained the notion of asking her to say, but something had told him that she would have denied him all the more and only asked that he be given his name.
And so Hera spirited her son away.
In those initial years of infancy, Avem was raised upon the Olympus Academy, hidden in secret from Zeus and loved by a woman who smiled at him endearingly, dressed him in finery and brushed his hair to soothe his woes and tuck him into a bed of silken comforts and luxuries. Perhaps he was spoiled in these endeavors and gifts, but from this early age, Avem had placed Hera upon a pedestal that deserved his utter devotion and admiration. The beautiful queen and her loyal prince; the Academy their blessed court.
However something shifted, changed, something took pearl smiles and diamond eyes and turned them hard and sometimes cold and they would cut. Hera looked upon her son with love, but she found it difficult to admire and overlook the mortal fragility that flawed him, something she did not know how to love. And if she were honest -- he was becoming a man. Perhaps she had errored in her desires for a son and thought upon the notions of wanting a daughter, someone to uphold her divine image, to be that imperfect-perfect product of her divinity and power. For whilst Avem was blossoming into the perfect bi-mortal child of her impression, there were brief moments that would fluctuate with his own might, his strength, his beauty that was both blessing and damning. Hera reflected on the children Zeus had sired with other women, and one that she abhorred above all others, and quietly uttered to Avem the secrets of her heart and hate; her jealousy and spite for those that almost mocked her. She had loved once.
In small doses, she molded Avem within her standard and image, to be a man that would be a protector, a man that she wanted to one day rival against her own husband. Though he was imperfect in the most beloved way, he was the perfect tool to her means, her eyes upon the mortal and waking world that she reigned over.
"𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗." && 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 -- 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
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H E R A -- Goddess of marriage and Queen of Olympus.
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Complex and complicated in many ways, for Avem adores his mother and loves her without a shadow of a doubt. Hera too adores her son, but something corrupts her maternal devotion, and the memory of that child donned in white and blue fades more so in the years that he continues to grow. Anything she asks, he performs without hesitation, and the severe loyalty he posesses for her only furthers the means of the tool that he has slowly become over the years. Hera's constant use of Avem has undoubedtly troubled his life and state of mind for years, and whilst he his aware of it, Avem doesn't seem cocnerned to change such in the least.
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Avem's powers have been cultivated from a young age considering he has lived upon Academy grounds his whole life. Naturally so the man possesses acute strength from his half-breed existence and the blessing of his mother. Though Avem holds misconstrued visions of matrimony and love, it does not take away his influence over their conception.
&& T H R E A D S O F F A T E -- Avem's ethereal eyes peer yonder the mortal realm that is a thin film over the threads of fate that binds individuals together. These threads hued and sometimes torn or tangled speak to him about those fated to hate, to love, to adore or admire or lust for. Avem plucks cords of red -- the most fated and sacred -- and can twist and pull them together, sometimes coiling these within his fists to sever or bind them onto another. If he wished it, he could influence these threads for his own benefit or the entertainment of his mother. In some circumstances, Avem can use these threads to follow after an individual or locate them, for once he touches a thread, he can always find it within a mere glimpse.
&& A T H O U S A N D E Y E S -- Much like the fanned tail of his mother's beloved fowl, and the symbolism of eyes present through her mythos, Avem's gaze is endless and all knowing to an extent and compounded almost infinitely. With sharp and critical glimpses, his gaze can glimpse beyond barriers and in relation to his power to see threads, he can see past them and into the hearts of others. There he can witness their emotions in a literal sense and the events associated in memorium and invade their minds. Over leagues will his gaze search and pry unless held within constant check to keep his sanity.
&& A C U R S E O F M E -- Whilst Hera is known for blessing women and their children and lives with the happiness of the purest kind, Avem is capable of cursing women and men in extension with the exact opposite. By the ploy of his lips and tongue, Avem's wicked grace of his mouth can christen others with a curse to manipulate their potential search in heart and soul and effectively sever the ties of fate and stain them black in the death of potential matrimony.
&& A T H O U S A N D E Y E S -- Much like the fanned tail of his mother's beloved fowl, and the symbolism of eyes present through her mythos, Avem's gaze is endless and all knowing to an extent and compounded almost infinitely. With sharp and critical glimpses, his gaze can glimpse beyond barriers and in relation to his power to see threads, he can see past them and into the hearts of others. There he can witness their emotions in a literal sense and the events associated in memorium and invade their minds. Over leagues will his gaze search and pry unless held within constant check to keep his sanity.
&& A C U R S E O F M E -- Whilst Hera is known for blessing women and their children and lives with the happiness of the purest kind, Avem is capable of cursing women and men in extension with the exact opposite. By the ploy of his lips and tongue, Avem's wicked grace of his mouth can christen others with a curse to manipulate their potential search in heart and soul and effectively sever the ties of fate and stain them black in the death of potential matrimony.
𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚔𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 ◆ #𝚎𝟶𝚍𝟾𝚋𝟶
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