Adachihara Kazuma (足立原 和真)

21, March 16

Male

No time for love when punching people. (Probably straight)

Only Westerners care so much about ethnicity, the great Kaz is simply Japanese. His father plays no roll. Or should one care about the Mongolian blood Genghis Khan spread throughout all of Asia?

Fifth Year

Bruised, battered and bandaged, that is how Kaz has chosen to live his life. As such it is difficult to say whether Kaz can be called beautiful or handsome. Perhaps the famed androgyny of his father was passed on to the Japanese youth, but such an assertion is made with little empirical evidence. After all swelling in one’s cheek is not a great determinant of beauty. All that being said, a few obvious conclusions can of course be drawn without the follies of personal biases and wishes. First and foremost is his height, at 190 cm, he stands tall especially for a Japanese male. This height is accompanied by well toned muscles that can be seen whenever Kaz’s skin deems fit to expose itself to the air. A feat that has a history of occurring whenever the Dionysian youth finds himself locked in particular prolonged and heightened battles. Meanwhile his black hair remains casually and perpetually swept back with but a lone strand dyed red. This same shade of red occasionally seems to flash in his normally brown eyes.

The man known as Kaz walks with his head held high, and an almost savage stance illustrating his boisterous nature. His eyes are constantly scanning others as he seeks to either dismiss them as too weak to fight, or appraise them as a potential target. Indeed, the resting half scowl on his face and overall demeanour grants him quite an intimidating aura that scares away most would be conversationalists. Not that the Kaz is one to take note of such a fact. However while this swagger is normally the side of him at the forefront of his standard interactions, it has been known to become quite a bit more relaxed when dealing with puppies, kittens and children.

As for clothes, red and black are the predominant colors in Kaz’s wardrobe. The youth can be called a fan of open jackets, particularly the red one that constantly adorns his body, but that is as far as Kaz’s tastes in apparel goes. The man cares more for keeping his skills sharp, than looking sharp. Indeed the rest of his apparel most often consists of simple black shirts and jeans or pants. His shoes on the other hand are typically just a random pair of sneakers. The only real concern Kaz has for clothing is finding replacements after a battle.

Kaz is a man burning with passion. A passion that threatens to ignite all who come near him. Indeed, Kaz can be quite aggressive and is rather quick to come to blows at even the slightest insult. As such, and especially thanks to a lack of tact, Kaz is often seen as rude. Often biting back at others with sharp insults borne of his dry humour. The madness of Dionysus flows through Kaz’s blood, filling him with a passion unequalled by ordinary mortals. This hotblooded determination drives Kaz to succeed in whatever catches his fancy, unfortunately most of the time this just entails punching people.

Repeatedly.

That said, while he may be irritable, aggressive, and quick to pound the face in of anyone that doesn’t show him the proper respect, he does have a few redeeming qualities. In particular he possesses a keen sense of honour towards both those that are under his care and those who have conquered him battle. For the the thrill of the fight deserves his full focus and no underhanded tactics shall be permitted. In addition, for his friends and family, Kaz possesses a strong degree of loyalty and will always fight for the really little guys, namely puppies, kittens and children that aren’t brats.

If there is one thing to be said about Kaz, it’s that wherever he goes a storm is sure to follow. Much like his father, Kaz’s passion brings chaos wherever he walks. Although thankfully, no queens have torn their children limb from limb for him. Yet. However while he is perpetually one to pick fights and upset the status quo, Kaz can be remarkably introspective at times. The man may revel in the dramatics, but he also appears to have an affinity for the small and powerless. Perhaps it’s a protective instinct, or maybe just a result of having once felt so weak and powerless himself, but Kaz seems to be most at ease around the tiniest forms of life. Whether it be enjoying the dawn with a small blue bird, or playing catch with a young child, it is around the weak that, for at least a brief moment, all of Kaz’s boisterous blister fades away.

Just don’t bring up this fact around the young man. Not if you value keeping an unblemished face that is.

From the moment he was born, Kaz has been fighting against fate. On a cool March evening the divine winds of a typhoon knocked out the power in his mother’s small, rural hometown and the resulting rainfall flooded the streets. Normally, this would have been just a minor inconvenience and an excuse for students to miss school, but this was also the day the great Kaz decided to arrive. As one can imagine, the lack of transportation prevented Kaz’s mother from making it to a hospital, and the chances of a natural birth seemed slim.

However Kaz, even as a small, infantile creature, was never one to give up so easily. And thus, in what some of the villagers described as a miracle, Kaz made sure that his birth would not be intruded upon. Nor would Kaz allow the death of his mother over such trivial matters, and so despite the lack of a hospital’s facilities, the child was born without complication. This was the beginning of the great Kaz’s journey through life.

A few months later, Kaz’s mother decided to take up a job in Odaiba in the venerable position of the Japanese office worker. As a result, the young boy found himself raised in an urban city quite unlike the peaceful village his mother called home. Not that it made much difference to the child, who quickly took towards amassing large gatherings of followers. As a young child, Kaz could often be seen with a posse behind him, ready to follow their young leader into any battle.

However, Kaz was not yet battleworthy, and in his first clash, a small street brawl over the possession of a cup of noodles, Kaz found himself beaten to the ground. Just as suddenly, Kaz’s posse abandoned him for this new harbinger of goods. So it was that Kaz found himself alone in the city, but he would not be deterred so easily. Indeed, the abandonment by his followers had little effect on young Kaz, but rather the thrill of combat filled him with a burning passion. A passion he had not yet felt ignited in his whimsical life.

From that day forth, Kaz could be seen picking fights with every delinquent taller and stronger than him. Yet despite the numerous setbacks and bruises, Kaz persevered to seize his own faith. If others had been gifted with strength, than Kaz felt that it would be only natural for him to purchase it through hard work and dedication. Something that his mother would no doubt prefer he apply to his studies instead.

Yet Kaz was persistent, and once seized by this passion, Kaz could not stop. It wasn’t too long, before Kaz started winning. And it wasn’t much longer after that, that Kaz became renowned for being the undefeatable lord of combat. Unfortunately, all this focus on fighting, left Kaz ill-prepared for Japan’s most powerful foe: University Entrance Exams. After flunking, time and time again, Kaz’s mother had finally had enough.

She sat down with her young delinquent, and explained, or at least tried to explain, his divine birth. However Kaz, never the brightest student when it came to the classics, or indeed any class outside of Theatre, had difficulty understanding this mumbo jumbo about Greeks and their philandering. Although he did get the part about Greece’s economy tanking, where that tied into the whole speech, he wasn’t sure, but he understood how the rest of Europe was properly performing in its duties as loansharks. It was a duty he had some experience in.

Oh and she mentioned something about him being shipped off to some school in America.

Wait what?

His English was pretty weak.

Since then Kaz has continued to revel in dramatics, bursting onto the scene and picking fights with any and all challengers. As expected this has resulted in a lot ass kicking, and getting his ass kicked. However when blows are not being exchanged, Kaz can often be seen either on stage engaged in literal dramatics, or simply relaxing in the Mythic Forest. So far Olympus Academy has done an excellent job in molding the son of Dionysus into an even deadlier fighter, but has also, slowly, refined some of his softer traits.

His English however is still quite weak. That one’s a work in progress.

Dionysus, the Foreigner, God of Madness, Wine, Theatre, and Ecstasy.

Kaz was never quite sure what his mother was talking about when she first brought up Dionysus. Indeed, the young man has somehow acquired the warped conception that his father is simply some rich, western wine salesman he has yet to meet. The whole idea of Godly relations escapes Kaz’s understanding.

The Ecstasy of Life - The greatest blessing from his father lies at the heart of Kaz’s being: his overwhelming and extraordinary passion. Whenever Kaz possesses a strong degree of passion for something he accomplishes it far faster than the average mortal. This is of course proportional to the level of his passion and is the reason why he has achieved such a remarkably strong body and become a deadly combatant. Indeed when it comes to combat, perhaps the realm where most of Kaz’s passion is directed, Kaz not only seems to grow with every battle, but even during them. It’s not unusual for his opponents to feel as if Kaz’s movements are getting just a bit faster, just a bit stronger, just a bit more refined as their battle wages on. However while these spikes in ability during combat, or whatever situation has Kaz’s soul burning, are not uncommon, they are merely that: temporary spikes. In order for Kaz to continuously grow he has to constantly be putting in the work. These spikes will last throughout the fight sure, but they possess no real permanence. That relies on Kaz himself, for his ability is but an accelerant for his natural growth, and not a shortcut by any means. The one real boon is that as long as Kaz maintains his passion for something, it appears there are no real limits to the heights he might reach. As long as he puts in the effort and time of course, for once again this ability is no shortcut and never will be.

Mirror, Mirror - Perhaps the most utilitarian of his godly gifts is the one that comes from his father’s domain over the dramatic arts. Kaz has been blessed with the ability to perfectly copy the mannerisms and voice of another being. The only real limit is that this ability does not provide Kaz with any knowledge he doesn’t otherwise possess. As such he can put on a perfect Morgan Freeman impression, it’s just that his Morgan Freeman will be speaking Japanese.

The Blood of Christ - Rather than drink alcohol, Kaz can absorb it to greatly strengthen his physical abilities. His skin will quite literally sponge up any alcohol splashed on it, and the more alcoholic the substance, the more Kaz’s physical traits will increase. However this power is only temporary, and the more he takes this shortcut the faster he’ll burn out. As a result Kaz rarely resorts to this trick, as it runs counter to his normal strength in being able to prolong a battle. Not to mention the man prefers a long drawn out fight, over one where he falls flat before the finish line. That said, a more useful aspect of this trick is that absorbing alcohol also increases his regenerative properties, but once again healing himself will tire him out fast. As such this ability is better served towards healing up post combat than during. There’s also only so much this ability can do, as it only increases his natural healing rate. Mortal blows or dismemberments will not be affected. A quick douse to deal with some cuts and scratches is one thing, but serious wounds are oft better left in the hands of time. Granted, with some medicinal and limited application of alcohol to make the process a little faster.

Unfettered Madness - As fitting of a descendent of Dionysus, Kaz’s has inherited traits oft seen in the Dionysian cults of old. He can not be bound by chains, and when his anger is pushed to its limit he’ll enter a berserker state. On the one hand this dramatically increases his already remarkable physical abilities and they will continue to grow until Kaz either snaps out of this state, collapses from exhaustion, or just plain drops dead. As the name implies this remarkable power comes at the cost of all semblance of rational thought, and indeed more often than not Kaz actually fights better when not in this state. For while in this state, Kaz is little more than an enraged beast, and a beast can only go off of instinct. However the real danger is perhaps the sheer ability for this mental state to simply charge headfirst and fight through mortal dangers. As a result, it is highly likely for Kaz to endure a mortal blow and only realize when he’s staring face to face with Cerberus himself. It is probably for the best that Kaz’s anger does not often reach this point.

Now We're Talkin' - As a messenger to many corners of the world, it's important to be able to communicate said message clearly. Mia, like all offspring of Hermes, can understand and converse in any language known to mankind. It means none of that snide switching languages to badmouth her while she is standing right there, got it?

Can't Keep A Good Girl Out - Hermes is the god of thieves, and he has learned a few tricks that he has imparted to his children. Mainly that there is no lock in the universe that Mia can't bypass. Key, car, house alarm, Mia is able to open them all and force them to give up the ghost as it were. She has yet to try it on anything more complex than a 2018 rental Focus, but she's starting to dream big with this talent.

The Gift of Gab - Almost an homage to her family's roots, Mia has the ability to talk herself out of almost any negative situation. Particularly useful when the cops back home were sniffing about her totally legitimate business operations, even if they aren't as legitimate anymore. It doesn't seem to work on her fellow demigods though, but who knows? They could fall for other things.

I Got the Magic Stick - Now that she is 19, Mia has been gifted her first caduceus. There are many powers that this winged staff contains, but the young woman has no idea what they all entail yet. She's read that it could potentially have the power to turn rocks into gold, to bring the dead back to life, and to make Vitamin Water not taste like cough syrup. She is unsure about that last one.

Haley Marie Asher

Nineteen.

Female.

Bi-curious.

Caucasian. (100% Sad Bitch, 50% Greek, 50% Australian.)

Three

Haley stands at five feet, four inches tall, being considered an average height, though she seems to be shorter than most of the other campers her age. Looking upon her face, the first thing that you will notice about her is her eyes - easily her most dominant feature. Her eyes are almond shaped, and are a dark hazel color with golden specks in them. They can either seem warm and inviting like a cup of warm coffee, or hard as stone. Her nose is slightly pudgy and seems a bit big for her face. Her lips are considered to be thin, though the bottom one is slightly fuller than the upper. A light splash of freckles cover her face, mainly under her eyes and across her nose, and can be found on her arms as well. Her lashes are long, and her eyebrows are thick, though not considered bushy.

Haley's body shape is considered to be a pudgy hour glass. Years of training have lead to there being a undertone of muscle on her arms and legs. Her hair falls just below her mid back in natural, messy waves. Her skin is considered to be light tan in color. Her smile is said to light up whatever room that she is in, though it is rarely seen. When she does smile, there is a dimple on the upper right side of her chin.

There are a few identifiable marks on the young womans body. One being a inch long scar under her knuckle, slightly on the left side of her index finger on her right hand. She also have a scar in the shape of a near perfect triangle on the inside of her right ankle where she fell off a bike and her foot got wrapped in the chain when she was ten.

For her clothing choice, Haley can typically be found wearing a band t-shirt of some kind, and skinny jeans. A extra hair band as well as her rubber US Army bracelet can be found on her right wrist at all times. She prefers dark colors, and will never be found wearing something pink. Though she despises them, Haley will wear a dress on very special occasions. Her hair is found either worn down or in a ponytail. A leather cord necklace with a dragon pendant wrapped around a crystal can be found around her neck at all times. Her drawstring bag, a gift from her mother, Hecate, is typically found hanging from one shoulder. For footwear, she typically wears combat boots or converse. She doesn't particularly care for make-up, though she will wear mascara.

On the outside looking in, Haley is one of the most happy, socially awkward people that you could ever meet. Always saying something goofy, and having a way with words, the girl is the type to almost always have a smile on her face and is not quick to get angered. Having social anxiety is perhaps the reason for her social awkwardness, which causes her to say and do really random things in public. Haley is the type of girl that may come off as a bish from time to time. Some may say that the girl is violent, with her outbursts of random, crazy, violent sayings but she probably won't choke you with a marshmellow. However, that's the coverup that she puts on. The truth is, Haley suffers from depression. The girl tends to keep her emotions bottled inside and simply does her best to release them through her training.

Haley is a very loyal person, and will do practically anything for her friends. She doesn't trust or get attached to to many people, so when and if you hurt her, expect her to cut you out of her life completely. A promise means everything, and she will never break one.

She is typically found reading or listening to music. Her hang out spots include the stables, library or woods. Stubborn as they come, she sometimes has trouble accepting things as how they are. She is also very sarcastic and tends to make very dark humored jokes.

The young woman hates drama, gossip, and any other thing of the sort. She can typically be seen hanging out with the guys at school, because she considers females to much drama. Of course, if you ask her how she is doing, you will receive a great and a goofy thumbs up. Not being able to express herself truthfully angers her to no end, though, just like her true feelings, she doesn't let it show. In short, the girl is a half read book. To know her, you must first know the whole story.

Haley was left on the door step of her father's house nine months after a one night stand with Hecate. The man wasn't sure how to act to the brief note telling him to take care of the child, or his to explain this all to his girlfriend, Sarah. However, he didn't feel right handing her over to get tossed around in the foster care system, so he began to care for her; Sarah wasn't particularly pleased about the news, but went along with his decision. Four months after Haley arrived on their doorstep, the happy couple was married.

Haley's early childhood was normal enough. She was made a big sister at the ages of four and five. She started elementary school at the age of five as well. At school, she found her love for books. It was clear that the little girl had an active imagination, as she loved to tell stories to her class. Her grades were good, she was happy. All of her life, Haley had seen strange things. However, around the age of eight, these things became more prominent.

She started to see monsters on the playground, and ghosts at the mall. When she first started seeing ghosts, she didn't realize that these people were invisible to everyone else, not that they were dead. Little Haley would talk to these ghosts in public, causing her to get questionable looks from her family, teachers, and strangers. At the age of nine, one of the teachers suggested that she speak to the school counselor, as it was a little out of the normal to still have imaginary friends at this age. Haley didn't completely understand why she was being made to talk to someone, but she went along with a few sessions. She gathered quickly what was going on, however, and stopped talking about what she seen in public a little after six months of seeing the counselor. Hearing the teachers talk to her parents about seeing things that 'weren't there' started to make her think something was wrong with her.

At the age of eleven, Haley began to be bullied by the other kids. They had no basis for doing so - just the normal elementary school stuff. The children wanted someone to make fun of, and she just so happened to be the victim. This caused her to be an outsider, and pull away from most of the other children. She continued to see the ghosts and mythological things as well. Centaurs running across the fields; Cyclopes walking the streets.

At the age of fifteen, she made a new friend - Kevin. Over a years time, she and Kevin grew close, sharing secrets and laughing together in the back of the class. Haley even told the boy about the things that she seen. For the first time in a long time, Kevin was the only person that didn't think she was crazy. However, the other children were mean to Kevin as well. He was a quiet guy, and therefore he was different; the kids didn't like different. When Haley turned sixteen, Kevin started acting strange. It was like he was on high alert, always looking out for something or someone. He hardly spoke anymore. He and Haley grew distant. Two months after her sixteenth birthday, a hellhound tried to attack her. Kevin defended her, but tried to act as if nothing happened after they had gotten to safety. Haley wasn't about to stand for it. She kept pressuring her friend until he gave her the information that she wanted. At first, Haley thought he was insane, but as she took the time to piece together the strange parts of her life with the new information, the more it made sense. Kevin proceeded to explain this to her parents as well. The decision to send her to Olympus Academy was unanimous.

She packed her bags and was sent to OA that school year where she was given a place to stay. It was nice to have a place to go to with people who were like her, but it took some time to get used to. Her first two years at OA, she just attended the school for the normal school year. She wanted to try and get the normal high school experience. High School turned out to be a nightmare for her. The kids got meaner, the monsters still tried to attack, putting everyone that she was around in danger. She began to blame herself for small things at first; nothing she did anymore was right. She wasn't happy with her appearance or personality, and kept trying to change herself. It seemed like no matter where's she went, she never fit in, not even at OA. She has opted into being a year round student this year.

If you asked her, she wouldn't be able to tell you what went wrong to make her feel the way she does. There wasn't any major childhood trauma or anything else of the sort. She tried making friends at OA, only to fail over and over. She was awkward, and always seemed to say the wrong thing. By the age of fifteen she had all but completely isolated herself from the world. The only friends she needed were her music, books and pens. She channeled her frustration and sadness into her training, staying in the practice arena for hours at a time. More often than not, Haley came back to the appartments with bruises and cuts everywhere. She aimed to try and be the best at something; swordsmanship and hand to hand combat seemed to be two things that it was good to be good at.

To this day, Haley still isolates herself, though she is trying to be more outgoing. So far, it only seems to work 10% of the time.

Hecate - Goddess of the Mist, Magic, Crossroads and Moon.

Haley has never met her mother, though aspires to be like her as far as her magic is concerned. She will happily listen to the stories of her brothers and sisters and how they feel about their mother, as a way to get to know her. The young woman wishes to meet her godly parent one day, but doesn't get her hopes up to much.

-Thanks to her mother, Haley has a power known as Mist Manipulation, meaning that she controls the veil between the mundane and mythical worlds. For example, the young woman can make herself seem closer or further from you. She can also manipulate articles of clothing, hair color, and the features of someones face. She can disguise objects, create new objects, or make them disappear completely from view. Haley can basically make you see what she wants.

-Due to Hecate's affiliation with her torches, Haley can throw fire from her hands.

-Hecate is known as the mother of empousai, and through a long, hard, grueling process, Haley has learned to create them herself. They aren't as strong as her mothers, in the sense that you can kill them by simply slicing off their heads and they are only about two feet tall. She can call them to her aid in times of battle, and can only have three at any given time.

-Potion Brewing/Creation: Through reading various potion books and doing some experimenting Haley is a master at brewing certain potions. She sells them for profits around school.