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Everything Aewin wrote is valid. The list is fully updated. She gets me.
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@HushedWhispers Waiwaitwait. x) Whispers, is your char a female or male charry? It says female in the gender thing but it has him/her mentioned as a he in the bio and such~ (Oh and the part where the pic is male) Just want to make sure! ^^
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@HushedWhispers Waiwaitwait. x) Whispers, is your char a female or male charry? It says female in the gender thing but it has him/her mentioned as a he in the bio and such~ (Oh and the part where the pic is male) Just want to make sure! ^^
She has the Son of Aphrodite, so it would be male. :)
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Ahem ahem. Apologies if she sucks, Face Claim is Liv Tyler just so you guys know. @Altered Tundra
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. -William W. Purkey
Name:
Brianna Halford Caverly
Nickname
Hal
Bri
Bri-Bri (as a child)
Birth Date
October 19th
Age:
Twenty Years Old
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual, but she's always up for experimenting.
In Depth Appearance:
Brianna stands at a proud 5’10, with long and slender limbs. She is well toned throughout, and though she doesn't have bulging mountains for biceps, they are worthy of being shown off. Her legs are powerful, strong enough to carry her through the track but graceful enough to keep her on top of things in flight. Her skin is on the border of tan and pale, more of a sheer sun kissed look than anything.
Though her prime athletic body is surely taken from her father, her striking face is inherited from her mother. She has light brown tresses, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her face is round, not to the point of being pudgy, but more to keep features delicate and girly. She has sapphire eyes, with flecks of grey in them, and eyebrows with a curved arch. She can't wear makeup on her eyes or face -because she does a lot of activities that could cause running- but she does put on a coat of red lipstick that accents her pouty lips.
Her skin isn't flawless by any means, She has many scars from falling or injuring herself in some way. The way she carries those scars is what makes her seem flawless, with a grace and respect for every mar. She doesn't cover them up, or drench them in products to make the scars fade. Some boys say this gives her an extra level of attractiveness, others say it throws off her face. She couldn't care less.
Clothing Style
Brianna hates unnecessary clothes, she wouldn't be caught dead in sweatshirts or baggy pants that hang loose from her skin. This is why she's usually in skirts or crop-tops. Her tops don't have plunging necklines that reveal her cleavage, and her skirts usually fall just above her knees. They fit her form, just enough to show that she has curves. Underneath her clothes she wears spandex and a sports bra, making her able to strip her outer layer and go for a run with anyone interested.
Her hair is almost always tied up, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face. She's always wearing Fterá Angélou, and has a set of golden wrist cuffs carved with the symbols of her father to match. She has never bothered getting her ears pierced, knowing they could be ripped out if caught on something in flight, and other than her cuffs she wears no jewelry. Her style fits her, always ready to be active or on the run.
Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five
Likes:
Dislikes:
At least five
Fears:
Personality:
Brianna is a tomboy, always up for action and hanging out with the guys. She doesn't spend much time worrying about her looks, just enough to stay presentable. She acts a bit more casual around boys, always fearing she has something to prove with other women. Some girls have called her a few names in the past, since she has more male friends than female. She ignores them though, names don't mean a thing if there isn't any truth behind them.
She has a lot of energy, but to cool down she reads books and poems. This gives her some versatility, so she isn't easily labeled as a fitness buff or nerd. She's a good friend to those that don't pick on her, and she can be a bit flirty if you catch her at the right time. When it comes to romance, she doesn't mind making the first move. She does require a lot of trust in people though, someone that can deal with her thefts and the fact that she doesn't have a family outside of her Mom and Dad.
Background:
When Brianna was born, the world didn't stop spinning, there was no choir announcing that a demigod had been born healthy and kicking. Instead, she was handed off to a nurse whilst her mother slept off the painful two hours of pushing. Brianna was fatherless, and her mother's family disapproved so much no one came to hold her hand or comfort her. A wedlocked baby was all they had wanted, and Brianna didn't quite fit.
Life from there was honest and full of tests for Brianna's mother. She was only nineteen, taking care of a baby and withdrawing herself from college. Her family didn't support her, and Brianna's father was nowhere to be seen. She didn't have much, but she nurtured Brianna well, raising her on poems from Edgar Allen Poe and songs by Billy Joel. Looking back now, Brianna figures her mother's love of literature is what hooked her father.
Things started to get complicated when Brianna turned nine. She was sent home from school often, because when the teachers came around to inspect desks, they would see hers full of pencils and hairpieces that didn't belong. Brianna insisted she didn't know why they were there, but no one believed her. It was straight to the office, then straight home. Brianna's mother was concerned, of course, but she didn't see any problems with it. The thefts were just a phase Brianna was going through, she told herself, never punishing her little bundle of joy too severely.
Brianna knew she was different when she was in middle school, her first year of official sports. It wasn't her amazing skills on the court that pointed out her oddities, but that she managed to stay on the team. The coach had been a bit iffy about her, knowing her track record from elementary school. When Brianna started stealing electric tape or cheer ribbons, the coach decided it was time to kick her, star player or no.
Brianna was pulled into the coach’s office, staring up at a lady with crows feet and crooked teeth. The coach told her she was off the team, and that she had to turn in her uniform by Monday morning. It was the week before their first out of town game, and Brianna practically fell on her knees, pleading with the coach to stay in. There was nothing she wanted more than that game, but the coach wasn't having it...until Brianna suggested compromise. Brianna felt the power flowing through her voice, she saw the brief look of confusion on her coach’s face before the lady agreed to let Brianna stay.
Brianna didn't question it, but she was retracted within herself the rest of the day, thinking about what had happened. It was like a switch had been flipped for her powers, because from that day onwards, she used them constantly. When she was in trouble with an adult, it would come out before she could even consider a different way of handling things. If Brianna was to be honest with herself, she would say things got a bit out of hand.
She would use it on the other members of her team, too. Some middle schoolers thought it was unfair, she was a starter on the A-Team in sixth grade. They began to take out agressions on her, and as a means of defense, Brianna would suggest they ‘pick on someone their own size’. Before she knew it, a full on fight had started in the locker room between the older girls. They forgot their team ethics, the coach said, and most of them were kicked off.
It continued outside of school too, she would steal something without noticing, shoving it into her purse while reaching for a chapstick. Then, when she went to leave the alarms would go off. Security would come and check her, looking through her purse and finding the objects. She would tell them she didn't know what they were talking about, and she was free to go.
Once, she was exiting a store and was intercepted by a man. He was tall and full of youth, with wavy hair the same shade as Brianna's. He looked athletic in his Nike shorts and tank-top, and had the strangest pair of shoes, synthetic wings flapping lazily, Brianna figured they were powered by wires in the golden straps. He gave her an apprehensive smile, before handing her a letter.
Brianna was tempted to tear up the letter, and get away from the creeper before she was abducted, but something held her there. Was the man really her father? Was he really Hermes, the Greek God they skimmed over in school? Slowly, he got on his knee and opened his arms, like a military father would to greet his child after a tour in some foreign country.
Brianna clenched her fists, almost sure he was her dad. His letter had been an apology, but she was still upset with him. Her mother had waited, all those years, for him to come back and visit their child. Now here he was, and she was already ten. He had missed ten whole years, but treated them like nothing. Tears fell from her cheeks, onto the pavement, and she caved. Running to her father, and wrapping her arms around him.
He told her that he was going to help her control her powers, until he could enroll her in the Olympus Academy. Brianna didn't know what that meant, but she agreed quickly. That same day, Hermes reconnected with his past lover. Brianna's Mom said she understood, and that Hermes could have her during the summer, but would stay out of her life during the school year. They spent that night murmuring on the couch in the living room, and Hermes was gone the next day.
Hermes kept his promise, taking her everywhere during the summer. Teaching her how to layer her Suggestions, and keep from using them. He showed her how to put up a barrier, they were weak though, and she would have to work on them in the Academy. She toured the underworld with him, guiding souls and delivering mail to Hades. Then, when the summer months were over, she was returned home. This carried on for three years, until she was taken out of public school entirely and placed in the Olympus Academy.
Now, she's in her fifth year. She still has great connections with her father, and mother. Her letter is framed and hanging in her room, for her to see every day as she puts on her winged sandals.
Extra
Isis, Egyptian Goddess of magic and plenty of other things. If we're talking Greeks though, I have to go with Hephaestus.
Godly Parent
Hermes. God of travelers, thieves, merchants, boundaries, messages, luck, and eloquence. To name a few. Brianna really likes to correct people when they say he's just the God of thieves.
Relationship With Godly Parent
Unlike the majority of other kids, Brianna has a good relationship with her father, who has taught her much about her godly abilities. When they are together, they are usually traveling around the world of humans or the realm of the gods. He spoils her, but cares enough to discipline her and keep her in check. He usually lets loose around her, indulging in his trickster side once all work is done. Her father has brought a lot of light to her life, and she's glad she has connected with him in such a way.
Godly Abilities
The Power of Suggestion- Brianna is naturally eloquent, her words carry proudly enough to make any first year Aphrodite child a bit jealous (after that they greatly surpass her.). She can also put a power behind her suggestions, making them nearly irresistible to mortals and weak minded Demigods. Athena and Aphrodite children have a knack for deflecting this ability, and even her most potent suggestions only sound a wee bit sweeter in their ears.
Some Hecate children can sense her charmspeak, but their deflection abilities vary. As mentioned, Brianna can play around with intensity of her Suggestion, where as a child it just came out in waves that were uncontrollable. When she suggests something dangerous, say “Trip and fall on that rock,” it doesn't matter who she's working with, their chance of deflection doubles. This is one of her favorite abilities, and she works on it most.
Fterá Angélou- Brianna has her own special pair of winged shoes, given to her by her father. They have golden straps and feathers that flap even when she isn't flying. The soles are thin plates of flexible something or other (if you want the specifics, ask a Hephaestus kid.) that make it feel like her feet are bare but protected against rocks and other substances that could damage her feet. Very comfortable, they have an amazing ability to never feel worn. Of course, they also allow her to fly. In the eyes of mortals, they look like this
Multilingualism- Have an old papyrus scroll in Ancient Egyptian? Maybe you bought some Japanese snacks and can’t figure out how to microwave it. Well, if Brianna is around, she's your girl. The daughter of the messenger is a hell of a translator, picking up on foreign languages with ease. She knows everything from Afrikaans to Ancient Greek. There aren't many limits to this power, but since she doesn't have anyone to talk to in these languages, it's mostly useless.
Personal Space- Brianna can set a border around herself, by will. It's a circle around her, about two feet away in any direction. Once someone is let in, they are let in permanently. It's a good protection against melee attacks, but anything thrown or shot can pass through. Spears can pass through as well, up to the point it is held. The same goes for gases, and explosive devices. A demigod with a strong will may be able to press against the barrier, but if they don't make it all the way through, they will be knocked back a fair distance.
If you're one of the lucky few Brianna has let in, you connect to a sort of mental link with her. It's a strange sensation, her voice in your mind and vice versa. If you're totally against it, you can put up a defensive wall.
Peak Physical Condition- Brianna is very physically fit, with muscle definition coming all the way from her years as a preteen. She has always excelled in sports, track and field being her favorites. She dominates the field, taking charge with powerful swings or dribbles. She also has the perk of a fast metabolism, being able to eat almost anything, though she sticks to a healthy diet. Some may say she's a health nut, but it's in her genes.
I give most credit to the wonderful people in the discord chat for her powers, @Onarax especially.
Brianna H. Caverly
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. -William W. Purkey
Personal Information
Name:
Brianna Halford Caverly
Nickname
Hal
Bri
Bri-Bri (as a child)
Birth Date
October 19th
Age:
Twenty Years Old
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual, but she's always up for experimenting.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Brianna stands at a proud 5’10, with long and slender limbs. She is well toned throughout, and though she doesn't have bulging mountains for biceps, they are worthy of being shown off. Her legs are powerful, strong enough to carry her through the track but graceful enough to keep her on top of things in flight. Her skin is on the border of tan and pale, more of a sheer sun kissed look than anything.
Though her prime athletic body is surely taken from her father, her striking face is inherited from her mother. She has light brown tresses, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her face is round, not to the point of being pudgy, but more to keep features delicate and girly. She has sapphire eyes, with flecks of grey in them, and eyebrows with a curved arch. She can't wear makeup on her eyes or face -because she does a lot of activities that could cause running- but she does put on a coat of red lipstick that accents her pouty lips.
Her skin isn't flawless by any means, She has many scars from falling or injuring herself in some way. The way she carries those scars is what makes her seem flawless, with a grace and respect for every mar. She doesn't cover them up, or drench them in products to make the scars fade. Some boys say this gives her an extra level of attractiveness, others say it throws off her face. She couldn't care less.
Clothing Style
Brianna hates unnecessary clothes, she wouldn't be caught dead in sweatshirts or baggy pants that hang loose from her skin. This is why she's usually in skirts or crop-tops. Her tops don't have plunging necklines that reveal her cleavage, and her skirts usually fall just above her knees. They fit her form, just enough to show that she has curves. Underneath her clothes she wears spandex and a sports bra, making her able to strip her outer layer and go for a run with anyone interested.
Her hair is almost always tied up, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face. She's always wearing Fterá Angélou, and has a set of golden wrist cuffs carved with the symbols of her father to match. She has never bothered getting her ears pierced, knowing they could be ripped out if caught on something in flight, and other than her cuffs she wears no jewelry. Her style fits her, always ready to be active or on the run.
Delving Deeper
Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five
- Pruning the feathers of Fterá Angélou, to calm herself.
- Chatting with herself in different languages, as though she was in a group.
- Chewing on her fingernails, once a biter always a biter.
- When she's bored, she entertains herself by cleaning.
- She has an old soul, enjoying classics much more than modern things.
- Brianna is a bit of a kleptomaniac, taking things that belong to other people. Most times she doesn't even notice what she does, until she's digging through her pockets and finds things that don't belong.
Likes:
- Reading, mostly Edgar Allen Poe
- Music, anything played is good enough for her
- Flying
- Dancing
- Singing
- Track and Field
- Hanging out With Friends
Dislikes:
At least five
- Needles, with a passion
- Being excluded
- Running out of things to do
- Being around people she doesn't know
- Letting strangers into her bubble for team building purposes
Fears:
- Falling while in flight
- Losing connection with her father
- Letting someone dangerous into her personal space
- People finding out about her less than perfect past
Personality:
♦ Prideful ♦ Mischievous ♦ Curious ♦ Active
Brianna is a tomboy, always up for action and hanging out with the guys. She doesn't spend much time worrying about her looks, just enough to stay presentable. She acts a bit more casual around boys, always fearing she has something to prove with other women. Some girls have called her a few names in the past, since she has more male friends than female. She ignores them though, names don't mean a thing if there isn't any truth behind them.
She has a lot of energy, but to cool down she reads books and poems. This gives her some versatility, so she isn't easily labeled as a fitness buff or nerd. She's a good friend to those that don't pick on her, and she can be a bit flirty if you catch her at the right time. When it comes to romance, she doesn't mind making the first move. She does require a lot of trust in people though, someone that can deal with her thefts and the fact that she doesn't have a family outside of her Mom and Dad.
Background:
When Brianna was born, the world didn't stop spinning, there was no choir announcing that a demigod had been born healthy and kicking. Instead, she was handed off to a nurse whilst her mother slept off the painful two hours of pushing. Brianna was fatherless, and her mother's family disapproved so much no one came to hold her hand or comfort her. A wedlocked baby was all they had wanted, and Brianna didn't quite fit.
Life from there was honest and full of tests for Brianna's mother. She was only nineteen, taking care of a baby and withdrawing herself from college. Her family didn't support her, and Brianna's father was nowhere to be seen. She didn't have much, but she nurtured Brianna well, raising her on poems from Edgar Allen Poe and songs by Billy Joel. Looking back now, Brianna figures her mother's love of literature is what hooked her father.
Things started to get complicated when Brianna turned nine. She was sent home from school often, because when the teachers came around to inspect desks, they would see hers full of pencils and hairpieces that didn't belong. Brianna insisted she didn't know why they were there, but no one believed her. It was straight to the office, then straight home. Brianna's mother was concerned, of course, but she didn't see any problems with it. The thefts were just a phase Brianna was going through, she told herself, never punishing her little bundle of joy too severely.
Brianna knew she was different when she was in middle school, her first year of official sports. It wasn't her amazing skills on the court that pointed out her oddities, but that she managed to stay on the team. The coach had been a bit iffy about her, knowing her track record from elementary school. When Brianna started stealing electric tape or cheer ribbons, the coach decided it was time to kick her, star player or no.
Brianna was pulled into the coach’s office, staring up at a lady with crows feet and crooked teeth. The coach told her she was off the team, and that she had to turn in her uniform by Monday morning. It was the week before their first out of town game, and Brianna practically fell on her knees, pleading with the coach to stay in. There was nothing she wanted more than that game, but the coach wasn't having it...until Brianna suggested compromise. Brianna felt the power flowing through her voice, she saw the brief look of confusion on her coach’s face before the lady agreed to let Brianna stay.
Brianna didn't question it, but she was retracted within herself the rest of the day, thinking about what had happened. It was like a switch had been flipped for her powers, because from that day onwards, she used them constantly. When she was in trouble with an adult, it would come out before she could even consider a different way of handling things. If Brianna was to be honest with herself, she would say things got a bit out of hand.
She would use it on the other members of her team, too. Some middle schoolers thought it was unfair, she was a starter on the A-Team in sixth grade. They began to take out agressions on her, and as a means of defense, Brianna would suggest they ‘pick on someone their own size’. Before she knew it, a full on fight had started in the locker room between the older girls. They forgot their team ethics, the coach said, and most of them were kicked off.
It continued outside of school too, she would steal something without noticing, shoving it into her purse while reaching for a chapstick. Then, when she went to leave the alarms would go off. Security would come and check her, looking through her purse and finding the objects. She would tell them she didn't know what they were talking about, and she was free to go.
Once, she was exiting a store and was intercepted by a man. He was tall and full of youth, with wavy hair the same shade as Brianna's. He looked athletic in his Nike shorts and tank-top, and had the strangest pair of shoes, synthetic wings flapping lazily, Brianna figured they were powered by wires in the golden straps. He gave her an apprehensive smile, before handing her a letter.
Dear Brianna,
Please accept this note as a sincere apology. I was not here for you, during your first steps or your first words, but I am here now. To have a child as a God is not easy. I've been watching you grow from the clouds, and I have been sending you and your mother good luck, as a token of my affection for the two of you. It isn't enough to make up for my absence, but I plan on doing that now. I am a part of your life, I always have been and I will continue to be.
With eternal love,
Hermes.
Hermes.
Brianna was tempted to tear up the letter, and get away from the creeper before she was abducted, but something held her there. Was the man really her father? Was he really Hermes, the Greek God they skimmed over in school? Slowly, he got on his knee and opened his arms, like a military father would to greet his child after a tour in some foreign country.
Brianna clenched her fists, almost sure he was her dad. His letter had been an apology, but she was still upset with him. Her mother had waited, all those years, for him to come back and visit their child. Now here he was, and she was already ten. He had missed ten whole years, but treated them like nothing. Tears fell from her cheeks, onto the pavement, and she caved. Running to her father, and wrapping her arms around him.
He told her that he was going to help her control her powers, until he could enroll her in the Olympus Academy. Brianna didn't know what that meant, but she agreed quickly. That same day, Hermes reconnected with his past lover. Brianna's Mom said she understood, and that Hermes could have her during the summer, but would stay out of her life during the school year. They spent that night murmuring on the couch in the living room, and Hermes was gone the next day.
Hermes kept his promise, taking her everywhere during the summer. Teaching her how to layer her Suggestions, and keep from using them. He showed her how to put up a barrier, they were weak though, and she would have to work on them in the Academy. She toured the underworld with him, guiding souls and delivering mail to Hades. Then, when the summer months were over, she was returned home. This carried on for three years, until she was taken out of public school entirely and placed in the Olympus Academy.
Now, she's in her fifth year. She still has great connections with her father, and mother. Her letter is framed and hanging in her room, for her to see every day as she puts on her winged sandals.
Extra
Isis, Egyptian Goddess of magic and plenty of other things. If we're talking Greeks though, I have to go with Hephaestus.
Godly Information
Godly Parent
Hermes. God of travelers, thieves, merchants, boundaries, messages, luck, and eloquence. To name a few. Brianna really likes to correct people when they say he's just the God of thieves.
Relationship With Godly Parent
Unlike the majority of other kids, Brianna has a good relationship with her father, who has taught her much about her godly abilities. When they are together, they are usually traveling around the world of humans or the realm of the gods. He spoils her, but cares enough to discipline her and keep her in check. He usually lets loose around her, indulging in his trickster side once all work is done. Her father has brought a lot of light to her life, and she's glad she has connected with him in such a way.
Godly Abilities
The Power of Suggestion- Brianna is naturally eloquent, her words carry proudly enough to make any first year Aphrodite child a bit jealous (after that they greatly surpass her.). She can also put a power behind her suggestions, making them nearly irresistible to mortals and weak minded Demigods. Athena and Aphrodite children have a knack for deflecting this ability, and even her most potent suggestions only sound a wee bit sweeter in their ears.
Some Hecate children can sense her charmspeak, but their deflection abilities vary. As mentioned, Brianna can play around with intensity of her Suggestion, where as a child it just came out in waves that were uncontrollable. When she suggests something dangerous, say “Trip and fall on that rock,” it doesn't matter who she's working with, their chance of deflection doubles. This is one of her favorite abilities, and she works on it most.
Fterá Angélou- Brianna has her own special pair of winged shoes, given to her by her father. They have golden straps and feathers that flap even when she isn't flying. The soles are thin plates of flexible something or other (if you want the specifics, ask a Hephaestus kid.) that make it feel like her feet are bare but protected against rocks and other substances that could damage her feet. Very comfortable, they have an amazing ability to never feel worn. Of course, they also allow her to fly. In the eyes of mortals, they look like this
Multilingualism- Have an old papyrus scroll in Ancient Egyptian? Maybe you bought some Japanese snacks and can’t figure out how to microwave it. Well, if Brianna is around, she's your girl. The daughter of the messenger is a hell of a translator, picking up on foreign languages with ease. She knows everything from Afrikaans to Ancient Greek. There aren't many limits to this power, but since she doesn't have anyone to talk to in these languages, it's mostly useless.
Personal Space- Brianna can set a border around herself, by will. It's a circle around her, about two feet away in any direction. Once someone is let in, they are let in permanently. It's a good protection against melee attacks, but anything thrown or shot can pass through. Spears can pass through as well, up to the point it is held. The same goes for gases, and explosive devices. A demigod with a strong will may be able to press against the barrier, but if they don't make it all the way through, they will be knocked back a fair distance.
If you're one of the lucky few Brianna has let in, you connect to a sort of mental link with her. It's a strange sensation, her voice in your mind and vice versa. If you're totally against it, you can put up a defensive wall.
Peak Physical Condition- Brianna is very physically fit, with muscle definition coming all the way from her years as a preteen. She has always excelled in sports, track and field being her favorites. She dominates the field, taking charge with powerful swings or dribbles. She also has the perk of a fast metabolism, being able to eat almost anything, though she sticks to a healthy diet. Some may say she's a health nut, but it's in her genes.
I give most credit to the wonderful people in the discord chat for her powers, @Onarax especially.
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Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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@Apokalipse Here's what I can see from the competition list
Poseidon - son *
Hera - son *
Hermes - daughter (no competition)
Artemis - son (no competition)
Demeter - son (no competition)
Hephaestus - daughter *
* These positions aren't closed yet, but you've still got a chance if the GM and Cogms think that your character would be better for the role.
thanks ahhaa, i was half asleep when i was looking at the chart thingy so i was really confused XD, i think im gonna make a son for artemis
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Silent Whispers ❝𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌.❞
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@HushedWhispers Waiwaitwait. x) Whispers, is your char a female or male charry? It says female in the gender thing but it has him/her mentioned as a he in the bio and such~ (Oh and the part where the pic is male) Just want to make sure! ^^
He's a male with a feminine appearance. Don't judge!
sakurasan you don't know how to wash your shoes
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<Snipped quote by sakurasan>
He's a male with a feminine appearance. Don't judge!
Oh no, I meant the part where it has
Gender:
Female
In the first part~
Silent Whispers ❝𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌.❞
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<Snipped quote by HushedWhispers>
Oh no, I meant the part where it has
Gender:
Female
In the first part~
I know. Haha.
sakurasan you don't know how to wash your shoes
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Do the siblings in this get along and know each other well?
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@sakurasan
I don't think it's as black and white as that. It'd most likely be up to each of the players.
For example, no one gets along that well with Marcella. Save for the Hydra incident anyway.
I don't think it's as black and white as that. It'd most likely be up to each of the players.
For example, no one gets along that well with Marcella. Save for the Hydra incident anyway.
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My power is out right now ._. So it's gonna take me longer than I wanted to finish up his bio...
EDIT: i'm almost done, i just need to do his history c: so it'll probably be up sometime tomorrow
EDIT: i'm almost done, i just need to do his history c: so it'll probably be up sometime tomorrow
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some get along pretty well
some have weird complexes about eachother
some have weird complexes about eachother
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@lovely complex @Plank Sinatra
if something doesn't make sense, sorry im running on like 0 sleep right now lmao put me out of my misery please but yeah here.
N A M E:
N I C K N A M E:
B I R T H D A T E:
A G E:
G E N D E R:
S E X U A L I T Y:
I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E:
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E:
Q U I R K S & H A B I T S:
L I K E S:
D I S L I K E S:
F E A R S:
P E R S O N A L I T Y:
B A C K G R O U N D:
E X T R A:
G O D L Y P A R E N T:
R E L A T I O N S H I P W I T H G O D L Y P A R E N T:
G O D L Y A B I L I T I E S:
if something doesn't make sense, sorry im running on like 0 sleep right now lmao put me out of my misery please but yeah here.
"It is far better to be alone, than to be in bad company."
- G E O R G E W A S H I N G T O N N A M E:
Hunter Jack Emerson.
N I C K N A M E:
Honey.
The unfortunate nickname that his father began to call him when he was a kid, mainly to piss him off. Unluckily enough, Hunter’s childhood friends found out and now he is known moreso by Honey than he is by Hunter.
Hunter → Hunny → Honey
B I R T H D A T E:
February 29, 1996.
A G E:
Twenty.
G E N D E R:
Male.
S E X U A L I T Y:
Bisexual.
I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E:
There isn’t anything really impressive about Honey. He is of average height, an unimpressive five feet and ten inches, and his body is rather lean with a bit of muscle, but nothing of note. Honey’s skin is surprisingly pale considering the fact that he is a Southern boy, born and raised in the Sunshine state. Despite being twenty years old, Honey still has a very youthful appearance that makes him appear more of a teenager than anything else, and his face still has a bit of baby fat. The most impressive part of his face is his blue crystalline eyes that shine even when he isn’t crying – depending on the lighting, his eyes can go from a dark grey to a light shining blue. Honey has slightly thick dark brown hair that is usually neatly combed. He goes back and forth between growing it out slightly long enough to cover his forehead and keeping it cropped short – right now he favors it being cropped short because it makes him look older. Honey has a scar on his knee from an accident with an arrow where he had fumbled and accidentally cut his knee, leading to having to get seven stitches. About midway of his back, to the right, Honey has a fist sized purple birthmark in an amorphous blob shape. Once upon a time, Honey had a pierced ear but it has since closed up (he found the earrings irritating because they caught on everything). Honey smells like the woods and something unnamed but citrusy.
It has been remarked that Honey has the hair and eyes of his father but the slight build and personality of his mother - something which Honey likes to pointedly ignore.
It has been remarked that Honey has the hair and eyes of his father but the slight build and personality of his mother - something which Honey likes to pointedly ignore.
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E:
Honey has two default styles: casual and ivy league sophistication.
Honey prefers to wear casual clothing when he needs to get dressed quickly, he has no one to impress, or he is particularly feeling lazy. It’s the traditional blue jeans, a t-shirt that’s not too tight and not too loose, and a thin hoodie that is kept unzipped. When he’s wearing such clothes, he likes to slip into his cat-decorated vans or his beat-up converse.
Honey’s sophistication clothing is usually used for special occasions (but casual clothing) and when he wants to make a good impression but not look too dressed-up. It’s just an assortment of nice knockoff cashmere sweaters (who willingly pays for a five-hundred-dollar sweater? Not Honey), nicely kempt and form fitting jeans and casual slacks, hair gel, and dark colored coats. When he wears them, he tends to vibe that sophisticated smart guy from an ivy league school who probably enjoys photography and reading the constitution.
However, whenever he’s hunting, Honey wears camouflage and thick layers if it’s in the morning paired with expensive hunting boots.
Honey prefers to wear casual clothing when he needs to get dressed quickly, he has no one to impress, or he is particularly feeling lazy. It’s the traditional blue jeans, a t-shirt that’s not too tight and not too loose, and a thin hoodie that is kept unzipped. When he’s wearing such clothes, he likes to slip into his cat-decorated vans or his beat-up converse.
Honey’s sophistication clothing is usually used for special occasions (but casual clothing) and when he wants to make a good impression but not look too dressed-up. It’s just an assortment of nice knockoff cashmere sweaters (who willingly pays for a five-hundred-dollar sweater? Not Honey), nicely kempt and form fitting jeans and casual slacks, hair gel, and dark colored coats. When he wears them, he tends to vibe that sophisticated smart guy from an ivy league school who probably enjoys photography and reading the constitution.
However, whenever he’s hunting, Honey wears camouflage and thick layers if it’s in the morning paired with expensive hunting boots.
Q U I R K S & H A B I T S:
🌑 Cannot wear green clothes - it makes him feel inexplicably itchy.
🌑 Counts ceiling tiles when bored.
🌑 Keeps up with the weather obsessively.
🌑 Cannot drink anything with ice in it.
🌑 Strongly susceptible to brain freezes.
🌑 Blinks repeatedly when uncomfortable.
🌑 Fidgets a lot when talking to people he is uncomfortable with (ie strangers).
🌑 Sleeps less than 3 hrs a day.
🌑 Has a potty mouth.
🌑 Counts ceiling tiles when bored.
🌑 Keeps up with the weather obsessively.
🌑 Cannot drink anything with ice in it.
🌑 Strongly susceptible to brain freezes.
🌑 Blinks repeatedly when uncomfortable.
🌑 Fidgets a lot when talking to people he is uncomfortable with (ie strangers).
🌑 Sleeps less than 3 hrs a day.
🌑 Has a potty mouth.
L I K E S:
🌘 Kids
🌘 Herbal Tea
🌘 Burgers
🌘 Strawberry Milk
🌘 Sweet Tea
🌘 French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
🌘 Kick Boxing
🌘 Smell of oranges & pine trees
🌘 Beaches
🌘 Alligators and Sharks
🌘 Herbal Tea
🌘 Burgers
🌘 Strawberry Milk
🌘 Sweet Tea
🌘 French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
🌘 Kick Boxing
🌘 Smell of oranges & pine trees
🌘 Beaches
🌘 Alligators and Sharks
D I S L I K E S:
🌗 Littering
🌗 Cigarettes (the smell gives him a headache)
🌗 Fast Food
🌗 Coffee
🌗 Wet Weather
🌗 the Cold
🌗 Soda
🌗 Cigarettes (the smell gives him a headache)
🌗 Fast Food
🌗 Coffee
🌗 Wet Weather
🌗 the Cold
🌗 Soda
F E A R S:
🌕 Needles.
🌕 Being considered inferior.
🌕 Social interaction / making himself look like a fool.
🌕 Going blind.
🌕 Being considered inferior.
🌕 Social interaction / making himself look like a fool.
🌕 Going blind.
P E R S O N A L I T Y:
🌛 Solitary 🌚 Spontaneous 🌚 Altruistic 🌚 Independent 🌜
Honey doesn’t like people. It’s not because he has a personal vendetta against them or anything – he just feels uncomfortable around other people. He’s socially inept when dealing with others and has a hard time communicating what he thinks on a subject or how he would react in a situation. Because of this, he tends to be quiet and reclusive when in conversations, preferring to nod his head and keep his mouth stuffed so no one can ask him a question. Because of his awkwardness, Honey is rather shy and will never initiate a conversation with someone else. Instead, he prefers to watch from the sidelines rather than participate – therefore, speaking in front of people, talking to other people, and being dragged into crowds are the bane of his existence. His social ineptitude doesn’t stop at friendly conversation, either. Honey has no idea how to approach someone he is likes. When it comes to flirting, Honey would rather set himself on fire because he simply does not know how. Furthermore, Honey cannot recognize when someone is flirting with him, either, and is rather oblivious to other people. He struggles with reading other people’s emotions, especially when it comes to romantic interest in him.
Honey is unsure of what came first – his social awkwardness or is preference for solitude. Did he become solitary because he was socially awkward or did he become socially awkward because he was solitary? It’s the chicken and the egg all over again. Either way, it remains that Honey is a lone wolf. He likes to spend his days alone, either reading in his room or in the woods walking and hunting. Honey goes at lengths to avoid people – this isn’t to say that he doesn’t have friends, he has plenty of friends…internet friends. Internet friends give him the social interaction he needs and the time to himself that he needs. Plus, if he does something embarrassing, all he has to do is change his username and dump them unceremoniously: problem solved. Maybe it’s because of his nonattachment to others that he isn’t the most loyal. Not that Honey goes out of his way to gossip and betray friends, but he dumps his friends too suddenly and is easily coerced into gabbing (though he doesn’t mean to and doesn’t think that what he is doing at the moment is wrong, but it has its backlashes).
Many would suspect, considering his shy and conservative nature, that Honey follows the rules. Well, he actually has a rebellious streak, believe it or not. Honey enjoys living spontaneously and sometimes gets the urge at night to sneak out and drink, or break into school at night out of curiosity, or spray paint a building for the sheer fun of it. In this way, he’s much of a thrill-seeker and likes to live on the edge. But Honey is not a rebel without a cause. Much of his more daunting law-breaking is mostly linked to his activist personality. Perhaps he had gotten it from his mother, but Honey is a very concerned citizen about the environment and political issues. He even likes to spend his time at rallies and can spend hours signing petitions. Honey is always advocating against deforestation, littering, pollution, animal cruelty, and even supports some social-political issues like gun laws, marriage for all, and black lives matter.
Despite all of these things, Honey has a cruel image. Because of his inherited bad temper and innate bloodlust from his mother, Honey snaps easily and is prone to fights. He has a hard time reigning it in and controlling himself and has sent people to hospitals before with broken noses and has gone to the hospital as well for broken knuckles. When he is angry, Honey is unreasonable and just wants to hurt someone for whatever reason, thinking it will make him feel better (though it rarely does). It’s due to this side of him that people often don’t see his incredibly kind nature. Honey is selfless in that he rescues kittens from trees and kids from getting run over by cars; he has no problem giving his only dollar to a homeless man or walking a woman to her car when she feels unsafe.
Above all of his attributes, there is one thing that remains incredibly important to Honey (even more important than the ecosystem) and that is independence. Honey values his freedom above everything else and would rather die than have that taken away from him. Perhaps that’s why he avoids people, because he doesn’t like to be bound by societal standards (though he still is) or maybe because he doesn’t want to have to be polite when he doesn’t want to be. Honey is very independent and likes to live his life how he chooses – whether that be drugs and alcohol or straight-A’s and college scholarships. It’s because of this independency that Honey struggles to ask for help and would much rather fix the problem on his own, as to avoid having to settle it in a way that he does not want to.
Of note, he’s also a sarcastic little shit.
Honey is unsure of what came first – his social awkwardness or is preference for solitude. Did he become solitary because he was socially awkward or did he become socially awkward because he was solitary? It’s the chicken and the egg all over again. Either way, it remains that Honey is a lone wolf. He likes to spend his days alone, either reading in his room or in the woods walking and hunting. Honey goes at lengths to avoid people – this isn’t to say that he doesn’t have friends, he has plenty of friends…internet friends. Internet friends give him the social interaction he needs and the time to himself that he needs. Plus, if he does something embarrassing, all he has to do is change his username and dump them unceremoniously: problem solved. Maybe it’s because of his nonattachment to others that he isn’t the most loyal. Not that Honey goes out of his way to gossip and betray friends, but he dumps his friends too suddenly and is easily coerced into gabbing (though he doesn’t mean to and doesn’t think that what he is doing at the moment is wrong, but it has its backlashes).
Many would suspect, considering his shy and conservative nature, that Honey follows the rules. Well, he actually has a rebellious streak, believe it or not. Honey enjoys living spontaneously and sometimes gets the urge at night to sneak out and drink, or break into school at night out of curiosity, or spray paint a building for the sheer fun of it. In this way, he’s much of a thrill-seeker and likes to live on the edge. But Honey is not a rebel without a cause. Much of his more daunting law-breaking is mostly linked to his activist personality. Perhaps he had gotten it from his mother, but Honey is a very concerned citizen about the environment and political issues. He even likes to spend his time at rallies and can spend hours signing petitions. Honey is always advocating against deforestation, littering, pollution, animal cruelty, and even supports some social-political issues like gun laws, marriage for all, and black lives matter.
Despite all of these things, Honey has a cruel image. Because of his inherited bad temper and innate bloodlust from his mother, Honey snaps easily and is prone to fights. He has a hard time reigning it in and controlling himself and has sent people to hospitals before with broken noses and has gone to the hospital as well for broken knuckles. When he is angry, Honey is unreasonable and just wants to hurt someone for whatever reason, thinking it will make him feel better (though it rarely does). It’s due to this side of him that people often don’t see his incredibly kind nature. Honey is selfless in that he rescues kittens from trees and kids from getting run over by cars; he has no problem giving his only dollar to a homeless man or walking a woman to her car when she feels unsafe.
Above all of his attributes, there is one thing that remains incredibly important to Honey (even more important than the ecosystem) and that is independence. Honey values his freedom above everything else and would rather die than have that taken away from him. Perhaps that’s why he avoids people, because he doesn’t like to be bound by societal standards (though he still is) or maybe because he doesn’t want to have to be polite when he doesn’t want to be. Honey is very independent and likes to live his life how he chooses – whether that be drugs and alcohol or straight-A’s and college scholarships. It’s because of this independency that Honey struggles to ask for help and would much rather fix the problem on his own, as to avoid having to settle it in a way that he does not want to.
Of note, he’s also a sarcastic little shit.
B A C K G R O U N D:
There’s not much to say about Hunter’s parent’s epic romance except that it wasn’t that epic at all. Hunter’s father, Johnny (known very commonly as Worm by relatives), had just finished up his fourth year of college – matter of fact, it was the night of his graduation where he had met Artemis. Hunter’s dad had gotten properly shitfaced, as per tradition of celebration, and he and his buddies thought it’d be fun to go play with a bow in the woods in the middle of the night. There he had almost shot a beautiful maiden with his arrow, but luckily she had been quick enough to dodge it – even luckier, she ended up in his bed that night. Bada bing bada boom, a baby was conceived via Johnny’s poor life decisions.
Of course, Johnny didn’t know about Artemis’s pregnancy until she had delivered the day old baby to his doorstep in hopes he would care for it. Johnny was by far not ready to take care of a kid, especially on his own, but knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions lest the child ended up in the system. So, Johnny moved from his nice apartment in Michigan back into his hometown in Florida, with his grandparents. His grandparents, born and raised Southerners with a penchant for chewing tobacco and NASCAR, were disappointed in their son but agreed to help him raise Honey.
Growing up wasn’t that difficult for Honey. He had the love of his dad and his grandparents who fostered his activist nature and nurtured all his dreams and hopes. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care about his mother – Honey cared a lot about the subject of his mother. He wondered why his mother didn’t want to keep him? Why did she abandon him without even a phone number to keep in touch with? When he asked his dad about, his dad said he didn’t know – but he wasted no time telling Honey that his mother was missing out and made a sore mistake. After a while, the questions stopped keeping him up at night, but instead fueled him with anger if it was ever brought up and a niggling irritation in the back of his mind.
The first time Honey had met his mother was when he was nine. Weird things have started to develop with him and she stopped by to check on him and explain things. The whole encounter had seemed deeply impersonal and it struck a chord with Honey – because, at that moment she revealed herself to be the Goddess of Childbirth, yet the woman who birthed him had no familial attachment to him at all? Honey decided then and there to hell with Artemis (after that, he went to church daily and constantly talked about how cool Norse mythology was to spite her). The second time Honey got a visit was when he was twelve, after his grandpa died. She stopped by to pay her condolences and her presence angered Honey even more (because how dare this woman show up to a family funeral like she could even be considered anything close to that?). He ended up destroying a couple of plates that night, in a blind rage, and got into a scuffle with his fifteen-year-old neighbor. Honey never really heard much about Artemis’s other family, the happy family, the better family, but he knew that it must exist considering she had a ring on her finger and a girl’s picture in her wallet.
There was a third time Honey came in contact with his mother – but it wasn’t face to face and could hardly be counted. He was seventeen at the time and had been getting into fights recently (a friend of his had just come out of the closet and they did live in the middle of nowhere Florida); at that time, he had been kicked out of his school and his father was struggling to find a new school that would make commute easy while still being able to take of Hunter’s grandmother (who hadn’t been well since the death of her husband). The contact came through a letter sent by Artemis, detailing Olympus Academy and how they would be willing to take him – something about giving him an opportunity to hone his skills and find kids that he could fit in well with? While his father thought it was a good idea to go there, Honey was more preoccupied with how creepy it was that Artemis was keeping tabs on him.
Honey honestly didn’t want to go to the academy, just because he meant he’d have more ties to his mother than he wanted. Nevertheless, he went, if only to give his father and grandmother peace of mind. He’s been there for four years now.
Of course, Johnny didn’t know about Artemis’s pregnancy until she had delivered the day old baby to his doorstep in hopes he would care for it. Johnny was by far not ready to take care of a kid, especially on his own, but knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions lest the child ended up in the system. So, Johnny moved from his nice apartment in Michigan back into his hometown in Florida, with his grandparents. His grandparents, born and raised Southerners with a penchant for chewing tobacco and NASCAR, were disappointed in their son but agreed to help him raise Honey.
Growing up wasn’t that difficult for Honey. He had the love of his dad and his grandparents who fostered his activist nature and nurtured all his dreams and hopes. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care about his mother – Honey cared a lot about the subject of his mother. He wondered why his mother didn’t want to keep him? Why did she abandon him without even a phone number to keep in touch with? When he asked his dad about, his dad said he didn’t know – but he wasted no time telling Honey that his mother was missing out and made a sore mistake. After a while, the questions stopped keeping him up at night, but instead fueled him with anger if it was ever brought up and a niggling irritation in the back of his mind.
The first time Honey had met his mother was when he was nine. Weird things have started to develop with him and she stopped by to check on him and explain things. The whole encounter had seemed deeply impersonal and it struck a chord with Honey – because, at that moment she revealed herself to be the Goddess of Childbirth, yet the woman who birthed him had no familial attachment to him at all? Honey decided then and there to hell with Artemis (after that, he went to church daily and constantly talked about how cool Norse mythology was to spite her). The second time Honey got a visit was when he was twelve, after his grandpa died. She stopped by to pay her condolences and her presence angered Honey even more (because how dare this woman show up to a family funeral like she could even be considered anything close to that?). He ended up destroying a couple of plates that night, in a blind rage, and got into a scuffle with his fifteen-year-old neighbor. Honey never really heard much about Artemis’s other family, the happy family, the better family, but he knew that it must exist considering she had a ring on her finger and a girl’s picture in her wallet.
There was a third time Honey came in contact with his mother – but it wasn’t face to face and could hardly be counted. He was seventeen at the time and had been getting into fights recently (a friend of his had just come out of the closet and they did live in the middle of nowhere Florida); at that time, he had been kicked out of his school and his father was struggling to find a new school that would make commute easy while still being able to take of Hunter’s grandmother (who hadn’t been well since the death of her husband). The contact came through a letter sent by Artemis, detailing Olympus Academy and how they would be willing to take him – something about giving him an opportunity to hone his skills and find kids that he could fit in well with? While his father thought it was a good idea to go there, Honey was more preoccupied with how creepy it was that Artemis was keeping tabs on him.
Honey honestly didn’t want to go to the academy, just because he meant he’d have more ties to his mother than he wanted. Nevertheless, he went, if only to give his father and grandmother peace of mind. He’s been there for four years now.
E X T R A:
im always a slut for hekate
G O D L Y P A R E N T:
Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt.
R E L A T I O N S H I P W I T H G O D L Y P A R E N T:
Their relationship is rather distant and cold. Honey likes to pretend that Artemis exists and Artemis just sends the occasional helping here and there. However, the two times that they met, the conversation and air between them felt very impersonal. Honey doesn't know much about Artemis at all, but has inferred two things from her interactions with him: 1) she's keeping track of his going ons (which creeps him out) and 2) she has another family.
G O D L Y A B I L I T I E S:
Hunting & Tracking
Being related to the Goddess of the Hunt, Hunter displays an innate ability to understand the movements of wild animals. He is incredibly deft in tracking animals, trapping animals, and hunting animals. His knowhow allows him familiarity with how to approach an animal on the hunt – where to hide, how to move, how to conceal his presence. It should be noted that this hunting abilities do not completely transfer over to the tracking and hunting of a human, as humans are more unpredictable and intelligent than an animal – while it is possible, it is harder and requires more attention than the simple relaxed and easy movements of hunting an animal.
Archery
Artemis’s repertoire of skills relies heavily on her ability to shoot a bow. She is known for having perfect aim and can never miss a target. Hunter has inherited such a gift from his mother, and finds the bow fitting easily and comfortably into his grip. However, he does not have the perfect aim his mother does, though he will hit his target eight times out of ten. Unfortunately, because he finds the bow settling so easily into his arms and because his body is innately trained to hold a bow and not much else, Hunter is nearly useless with a gun. If he were to hold a gun, he would probably end up shooting his toe.
Night Vision
Artemis is the Goddess of the Hunt, but it is most notably stated that she hunts at night. As such, Hunter has inherited the ability to see better and more clearly at night than the typical mortal. His eyes adjust quicker to darkness than others do and he can see more shapes – however he does not see as clearly as he would if it was day time, he simply sees better than most, enough to get by. Unfortunately, his eyes are a lot more sensitive to light and it makes him very grumpy if someone were to turn on the light while he is sleeping.
Shapeshifting
Artemis possessed the ability to shapeshift into any animal she wanted as well as shapeshift other people into animals. Hunter only possesses the slightest ability of shapeshifting and can only shapeshift into Artemis’ sacred animals: the deer, the bear, and the buzzard-hawk. Hunter can only remain in such a form for three hours before he loses energy and it can be extremely painful to shift.
Enhanced Reflexes
Being of godly blood, Hunter’s reflexes are a tad bit faster than a normal mortal’s. He reacts faster to situations such as something being thrown at him or falling, but it is honestly not that impressive.
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Nothing I can do, @Onarax.
This is still a work in progress, but saving it here so there is no chance of it being lost. If someone has an objection or input they would like to offer, my inbox is always open. Otherwise I'll just keep working.
EDIT: Aaaaaaand done.
{"Silence is golden."}
| ☠ Archnemesis || ☯ An Acceptable Use of the Planet’s Space || ★ Permitted Within Meter Radius || ♫ A Welcome Presence || ♥ Preposterous || ⚤ Inconceivable || ⚜ They Exist |[ hr]
This is still a work in progress, but saving it here so there is no chance of it being lost. If someone has an objection or input they would like to offer, my inbox is always open. Otherwise I'll just keep working.
EDIT: Aaaaaaand done.
Rebekah Cross
{"Silence is golden."}
| ☠ Archnemesis || ☯ An Acceptable Use of the Planet’s Space || ★ Permitted Within Meter Radius || ♫ A Welcome Presence || ♥ Preposterous || ⚤ Inconceivable || ⚜ They Exist |[ hr]
| Cecily . Merrick {☯} |
"Paternal issues. These seem to crop up frequently amongst the children of Olympians, but even more so among the children of Zeus. Friendly. Very friendly. Much too energetic. Well-meaning, but little grasp of boundaries. Preferably keep at arm’s length."
Observed only from a distance. Cecily is much too extroverted for Rebekah to have much of any desire to become very acquainted with her. Not out of any particular animosity; Rebekah just finds such people exhausting.
| Zachariah . Rothschild {☯} |
"The son of Zeus, with evident paternal issues. Nevertheless very much the archetypical son of an “alpha male” God, as much as I find the term disdainful. Cocky. Aggressive. A learned need to be the Good Samaritan, if I had to guess, in order to spite his father. Desiring to be different from Zeus is a noble goal, given his… reputation, but he requires self-awareness of their similarities if he wants to highlight their differences.
I avoid him. If he gets competitive with me, he will learn basic physics; lightning strikes once, then it is grounded. "
Arm’s length at best. Rebekah has rarely interacted with him personally, but finds Zeus (and the majority of his children) distasteful.
"Paternal issues. These seem to crop up frequently amongst the children of Olympians, but even more so among the children of Zeus. Friendly. Very friendly. Much too energetic. Well-meaning, but little grasp of boundaries. Preferably keep at arm’s length."
Observed only from a distance. Cecily is much too extroverted for Rebekah to have much of any desire to become very acquainted with her. Not out of any particular animosity; Rebekah just finds such people exhausting.
| Zachariah . Rothschild {☯} |
"The son of Zeus, with evident paternal issues. Nevertheless very much the archetypical son of an “alpha male” God, as much as I find the term disdainful. Cocky. Aggressive. A learned need to be the Good Samaritan, if I had to guess, in order to spite his father. Desiring to be different from Zeus is a noble goal, given his… reputation, but he requires self-awareness of their similarities if he wants to highlight their differences.
I avoid him. If he gets competitive with me, he will learn basic physics; lightning strikes once, then it is grounded. "
Arm’s length at best. Rebekah has rarely interacted with him personally, but finds Zeus (and the majority of his children) distasteful.
| Marcella . Bonaparte {Symbol} |
"Unabashed. Children of Hades seem predisposed to complexes regarding their godly domain, but Ms. Bonaparte does not share this predisposition. If anything, she revels in it. Whether she is to be trusted or not has yet to be certain. While not actively malicious, some doubts remain as to her goals and morality. Particularly regarding the use of the van in my possession. Once answered the door wrapped in a welcome mat.
This event is mutually not discussed. Willing to assist with the procurement of raw materials for projects, making her more of an asset than a detriment so long as her trustworthiness remains intact."
A relatively recent acquaintance, but one Rebekah has gotten along with rather well.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"Unabashed. Children of Hades seem predisposed to complexes regarding their godly domain, but Ms. Bonaparte does not share this predisposition. If anything, she revels in it. Whether she is to be trusted or not has yet to be certain. While not actively malicious, some doubts remain as to her goals and morality. Particularly regarding the use of the van in my possession. Once answered the door wrapped in a welcome mat.
This event is mutually not discussed. Willing to assist with the procurement of raw materials for projects, making her more of an asset than a detriment so long as her trustworthiness remains intact."
A relatively recent acquaintance, but one Rebekah has gotten along with rather well.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
| Rhea . Psomas {Symbol} |
"An oddity. A child of Poseidon, the Earthshaker, with few (if any) observed abilities. Children of Zeus and Poseidon traditionally have very evident inherited gifts, but Ms. Psomas demonstrates none thus far. Rather shy, as well. Not antisocial, as she seems to have a preference for the company of others, but seems uncomfortable with any real familiarity. Does not dissuade her from working earnestly at making friends.
Few words exchanged, but seems well-meaning enough. Have been doing a degree of background checking. Name seems familiar, and circumstances regarding time before Olympus Academy seem suspect.
No link to the Rhea of mythology. Thus far."
A very new acquaintance. Rebekah has only spoken with her on a handful of occasions, but has observed with a fair degree of curiosity.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"An oddity. A child of Poseidon, the Earthshaker, with few (if any) observed abilities. Children of Zeus and Poseidon traditionally have very evident inherited gifts, but Ms. Psomas demonstrates none thus far. Rather shy, as well. Not antisocial, as she seems to have a preference for the company of others, but seems uncomfortable with any real familiarity. Does not dissuade her from working earnestly at making friends.
Few words exchanged, but seems well-meaning enough. Have been doing a degree of background checking. Name seems familiar, and circumstances regarding time before Olympus Academy seem suspect.
No link to the Rhea of mythology. Thus far."
A very new acquaintance. Rebekah has only spoken with her on a handful of occasions, but has observed with a fair degree of curiosity.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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| Avery . Stratton {☯} |
"Considering such people enemies is a waste of effort. Do not, however, get me started on my opinion of this woman."
In many ways, Rebekah’s opposite. Oil and water. We all know the science.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"Considering such people enemies is a waste of effort. Do not, however, get me started on my opinion of this woman."
In many ways, Rebekah’s opposite. Oil and water. We all know the science.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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"Character thoughts on relations."
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| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
| Danaye . Harada {♫l} |
"Not the archetypical descendant of Ares (or Mars, the identity the God himself purportedly feels nostalgic for), in may ways the equal and opposite force. Excellent companionship for most occasions. Good taste in food, amicable silence, and willing to provide opinions on an honest, realistic level. Easily persuaded by milkshakes. Avoid “The Grudge” at all costs.
Excellent markswoman; modified M1911 stored in spare DDR pad. DDR pad is to be stored in spare room if watching a horror film. Zaheen’s aid was required to fix it after the last time, and the bullet is still in the wall behind the TV stand. Japanese is her first language. Slowly learning by observation. Ares children seem to have fondness for learning the language. Investigate further?"
Rebekah’s closest friend, quite easily. Though this can be odd to observe. Mostly due to their respective silent natures.
| Jonas . Highwind {★} |
“Also not the archetypical descendant of Ares (though Highwind seems to indicate preference for his Mars identity), but this is more concealed. Avid weightlifter. His fitness regimen is well structured and followed thoroughly, leading to an excellent state of physical fitness. Not that it is inherently required. His Godly gifts permit an inhuman level of physical capability already. His ability to summon from his Father’s armory is reminiscent, in a roundabout fashion, of Promachos.
Excellent physical combatant. Regular sparring bouts occur. Each one, win or lose, is information to be used for the formulation of strategy later.
A closet “weeb”, as Relo insists. Ms. Dana seems to agree albeit not in the same terms. Once made a reference to “my smile protecting itself”. I do not understand the remark."
A friend. Highwind has been a consistent ally, if not as close as Rebekah allows most to get, for the duration of her time at OA. Frequent sparring sessions have accelerated her capabilities.
"Not the archetypical descendant of Ares (or Mars, the identity the God himself purportedly feels nostalgic for), in may ways the equal and opposite force. Excellent companionship for most occasions. Good taste in food, amicable silence, and willing to provide opinions on an honest, realistic level. Easily persuaded by milkshakes. Avoid “The Grudge” at all costs.
Excellent markswoman; modified M1911 stored in spare DDR pad. DDR pad is to be stored in spare room if watching a horror film. Zaheen’s aid was required to fix it after the last time, and the bullet is still in the wall behind the TV stand. Japanese is her first language. Slowly learning by observation. Ares children seem to have fondness for learning the language. Investigate further?"
Rebekah’s closest friend, quite easily. Though this can be odd to observe. Mostly due to their respective silent natures.
| Jonas . Highwind {★} |
“Also not the archetypical descendant of Ares (though Highwind seems to indicate preference for his Mars identity), but this is more concealed. Avid weightlifter. His fitness regimen is well structured and followed thoroughly, leading to an excellent state of physical fitness. Not that it is inherently required. His Godly gifts permit an inhuman level of physical capability already. His ability to summon from his Father’s armory is reminiscent, in a roundabout fashion, of Promachos.
Excellent physical combatant. Regular sparring bouts occur. Each one, win or lose, is information to be used for the formulation of strategy later.
A closet “weeb”, as Relo insists. Ms. Dana seems to agree albeit not in the same terms. Once made a reference to “my smile protecting itself”. I do not understand the remark."
A friend. Highwind has been a consistent ally, if not as close as Rebekah allows most to get, for the duration of her time at OA. Frequent sparring sessions have accelerated her capabilities.
| Webster . O’Connor {☯} |
"Technically my half-brother. Mother introduced us upon his arrival at OA, but little contact has been maintained. Intelligent individual, as befitting one of our lineage, but a little arrogant. As his studies are the previous year to mine, we have few projects in common. No ill will is present, on my end, but there is no closeness.
I do not invite him to coffee with Mother. That is ours."
Though technically familial, Rebekah does not look on their relationship as such. Family is not defined by one’s blood, but by one’s relationships. As Rebekah has no real relationship with Webster O’Connor, nor any real inclination to forge one, he remains an acquaintance.
| Rebekah. Cross {Symbol} |
"I am what I am."
Her relationship with herself is positive.
"Technically my half-brother. Mother introduced us upon his arrival at OA, but little contact has been maintained. Intelligent individual, as befitting one of our lineage, but a little arrogant. As his studies are the previous year to mine, we have few projects in common. No ill will is present, on my end, but there is no closeness.
I do not invite him to coffee with Mother. That is ours."
Though technically familial, Rebekah does not look on their relationship as such. Family is not defined by one’s blood, but by one’s relationships. As Rebekah has no real relationship with Webster O’Connor, nor any real inclination to forge one, he remains an acquaintance.
| Rebekah. Cross {Symbol} |
"I am what I am."
Her relationship with herself is positive.
| Skye . Woodsen {☠} |
"No."
See entry; Avery Stratton. To a much greater degree.
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"Character thoughts on relations."
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"No."
See entry; Avery Stratton. To a much greater degree.
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"Character thoughts on relations."
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| Dallas . Relo {★ } |
"Hypersexual. Closeted weeb. ‘Tsundere’, as Ms. Dana would say. An hour is set aside before every major deadline for the inevitable IM or knock upon my door requesting aid with a project that has yet to be started. Note to self, consider merely doing two projects from the start. More time efficient.
Nevertheless, proven to be a reliable ally."
An oddly symbiotic relationship. Dallas Relo is a friend, at first, by association; as Highwind’s best friend, it was impossible for her not to cultivate an at least civil relationship with the son of Apollo. Over time that relationship has become friendlier.
| Mariana . Dixon {⚜} |
"Relo’s sister. Pleasant enough. Truthfully, I have had little to do with her. Ambivalence."
Not someone Rebekah has had much to do with. Though they are the same age, Rebekah is a grade ahead; their paths do not cross often as a result. She is more familiar with Mariana’s brother.
"Hypersexual. Closeted weeb. ‘Tsundere’, as Ms. Dana would say. An hour is set aside before every major deadline for the inevitable IM or knock upon my door requesting aid with a project that has yet to be started. Note to self, consider merely doing two projects from the start. More time efficient.
Nevertheless, proven to be a reliable ally."
An oddly symbiotic relationship. Dallas Relo is a friend, at first, by association; as Highwind’s best friend, it was impossible for her not to cultivate an at least civil relationship with the son of Apollo. Over time that relationship has become friendlier.
| Mariana . Dixon {⚜} |
"Relo’s sister. Pleasant enough. Truthfully, I have had little to do with her. Ambivalence."
Not someone Rebekah has had much to do with. Though they are the same age, Rebekah is a grade ahead; their paths do not cross often as a result. She is more familiar with Mariana’s brother.
| Tessa . Galloway {⚜} |
"Decent enough individual. I still have yet to determine how the virgin Goddesses maintain their title and have children. It makes no sense."
Another individual Rebekah has had little contact with, though none of it negative.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"Decent enough individual. I still have yet to determine how the virgin Goddesses maintain their title and have children. It makes no sense."
Another individual Rebekah has had little contact with, though none of it negative.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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| Delilah . Wells {☯} |
"I have nothing negative to say. She seems very well-adjusted, especially when compared to the majority of the population."
Not someone Rebekah is very well acquainted with, but not someone she would dislike having to spend time with.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"I have nothing negative to say. She seems very well-adjusted, especially when compared to the majority of the population."
Not someone Rebekah is very well acquainted with, but not someone she would dislike having to spend time with.
| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
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| Kazuma . Adachihara {☯ } |
"Loud. Passionate. Not fluent in English. Ms. Dana has been assisting me in my learning of Japanese, both to converse with her but also to be able to converse with Mr. Adachihara in a tongue with which he is fluent. Not at all standard for a child of Dionysus. More suited in temperament to the archetypical child of Ares.
Arrived this year. Opinions will be updated to reflect changes."
Though only a recent arrival, Adachihara Kazuma has proven a surprisingly beneficial acquaintance. His grasp of combat makes him a welcome change in sparring partner, while his demeanor is useful in frightening off weaker-willed students.
| Dustyn . Flint {☯} |
"One who parties. Avoid if possible.."
Different worlds. In Rebekah’s opinion, it would be for the best if they did not mix.
"Loud. Passionate. Not fluent in English. Ms. Dana has been assisting me in my learning of Japanese, both to converse with her but also to be able to converse with Mr. Adachihara in a tongue with which he is fluent. Not at all standard for a child of Dionysus. More suited in temperament to the archetypical child of Ares.
Arrived this year. Opinions will be updated to reflect changes."
Though only a recent arrival, Adachihara Kazuma has proven a surprisingly beneficial acquaintance. His grasp of combat makes him a welcome change in sparring partner, while his demeanor is useful in frightening off weaker-willed students.
| Dustyn . Flint {☯} |
"One who parties. Avoid if possible.."
Different worlds. In Rebekah’s opinion, it would be for the best if they did not mix.
| Felicity . Underwood { ☯} |
"Felicity seems… Troubled. Not someone I have met to any real personal degree, I would not know how to approach nor do I think my presence would be welcome, but her inner strife is visible even at a distance. If you know how to look. No one speaks so little and smiles so constantly, not unless something is wrong."
Felicity, like Rhea, is a puzzle that Rebekah has not solved.
| Alexander . Reisender {☯} |
"I have few opinions. Our paths do not cross, and as a result, I have nothing to say. Positive or negative."
Virtually nonexistent.
"Felicity seems… Troubled. Not someone I have met to any real personal degree, I would not know how to approach nor do I think my presence would be welcome, but her inner strife is visible even at a distance. If you know how to look. No one speaks so little and smiles so constantly, not unless something is wrong."
Felicity, like Rhea, is a puzzle that Rebekah has not solved.
| Alexander . Reisender {☯} |
"I have few opinions. Our paths do not cross, and as a result, I have nothing to say. Positive or negative."
Virtually nonexistent.
| Zaheen . Ibrahim {★ l} |
"An able collaborator in many projects. Ability to understand mechanical objects equals my own, and his ability to infer the path towards a completed product exceeds my own. My fellow advanced student, Zaheena and I have collaborated on projects both curricular and extracurricular in the past. I suspect it is an unspoken rule amongst the teaching staff that we are not to be paired for group projects.
This is unfortunate. The Cross/Ibrahim hybrid engine was a promising prospect."
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| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E {Symbol} |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.
"An able collaborator in many projects. Ability to understand mechanical objects equals my own, and his ability to infer the path towards a completed product exceeds my own. My fellow advanced student, Zaheena and I have collaborated on projects both curricular and extracurricular in the past. I suspect it is an unspoken rule amongst the teaching staff that we are not to be paired for group projects.
This is unfortunate. The Cross/Ibrahim hybrid engine was a promising prospect."
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"Character thoughts on relations."
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if something doesn't make sense, sorry im running on like 0 sleep right now lmao put me out of my misery please but yeah here."It is far better to be alone, than to be in bad company."- G E O R G E W A S H I N G T O N
N A M E:Hunter Jack Emerson.
N I C K N A M E:Honey.The unfortunate nickname that his father began to call him when he was a kid, mainly to piss him off. Unluckily enough, Hunter’s childhood friends found out and now he is known moreso by Honey than he is by Hunter.Hunter → Hunny → Honey
B I R T H D A T E:February 29, 1996.
A G E:Twenty.
G E N D E R:Male.
S E X U A L I T Y:Bisexual.
I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E:There isn’t anything really impressive about Honey. He is of average height, an unimpressive five feet and ten inches, and his body is rather lean with a bit of muscle, but nothing of note. Honey’s skin is surprisingly pale considering the fact that he is a Southern boy, born and raised in the Sunshine state. Despite being twenty years old, Honey still has a very youthful appearance that makes him appear more of a teenager than anything else, and his face still has a bit of baby fat. The most impressive part of his face is his blue crystalline eyes that shine even when he isn’t crying – depending on the lighting, his eyes can go from a dark grey to a light shining blue. Honey has slightly thick dark brown hair that is usually neatly combed. He goes back and forth between growing it out slightly long enough to cover his forehead and keeping it cropped short – right now he favors it being cropped short because it makes him look older. Honey has a scar on his knee from an accident with an arrow where he had fumbled and accidentally cut his knee, leading to having to get seven stitches. About midway of his back, to the right, Honey has a fist sized purple birthmark in an amorphous blob shape. Once upon a time, Honey had a pierced ear but it has since closed up (he found the earrings irritating because they caught on everything). Honey smells like the woods and something unnamed but citrusy.
It has been remarked that Honey has the hair and eyes of his father but the slight build and personality of his mother - something which Honey likes to pointedly ignore.
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E:Honey has two default styles: casual and ivy league sophistication.
Honey prefers to wear casual clothing when he needs to get dressed quickly, he has no one to impress, or he is particularly feeling lazy. It’s the traditional blue jeans, a t-shirt that’s not too tight and not too loose, and a thin hoodie that is kept unzipped. When he’s wearing such clothes, he likes to slip into his cat-decorated vans or his beat-up converse.
Honey’s sophistication clothing is usually used for special occasions (but casual clothing) and when he wants to make a good impression but not look too dressed-up. It’s just an assortment of nice knockoff cashmere sweaters (who willingly pays for a five-hundred-dollar sweater? Not Honey), nicely kempt and form fitting jeans and casual slacks, hair gel, and dark colored coats. When he wears them, he tends to vibe that sophisticated smart guy from an ivy league school who probably enjoys photography and reading the constitution.
However, whenever he’s hunting, Honey wears camouflage and thick layers if it’s in the morning paired with expensive hunting boots.
Q U I R K S & H A B I T S:🌑 Cannot wear green clothes - it makes him feel inexplicably itchy.
🌑 Counts ceiling tiles when bored.
🌑 Keeps up with the weather obsessively.
🌑 Cannot drink anything with ice in it.
🌑 Strongly susceptible to brain freezes.
🌑 Blinks repeatedly when uncomfortable.
🌑 Fidgets a lot when talking to people he is uncomfortable with (ie strangers).
🌑 Sleeps less than 3 hrs a day.
🌑 Has a potty mouth.
L I K E S:🌘 Kids
🌘 Herbal Tea
🌘 Burgers
🌘 Strawberry Milk
🌘 Sweet Tea
🌘 French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
🌘 Kick Boxing
🌘 Smell of oranges & pine trees
🌘 Beaches
🌘 Alligators and Sharks
D I S L I K E S:🌗 Littering
🌗 Cigarettes (the smell gives him a headache)
🌗 Fast Food
🌗 Coffee
🌗 Wet Weather
🌗 the Cold
🌗 Soda
F E A R S:🌕 Needles.
🌕 Being considered inferior.
🌕 Social interaction / making himself look like a fool.
🌕 Going blind.
P E R S O N A L I T Y:🌛 Solitary 🌚 Spontaneous 🌚 Altruistic 🌚 Independent 🌜Honey doesn’t like people. It’s not because he has a personal vendetta against them or anything – he just feels uncomfortable around other people. He’s socially inept when dealing with others and has a hard time communicating what he thinks on a subject or how he would react in a situation. Because of this, he tends to be quiet and reclusive when in conversations, preferring to nod his head and keep his mouth stuffed so no one can ask him a question. Because of his awkwardness, Honey is rather shy and will never initiate a conversation with someone else. Instead, he prefers to watch from the sidelines rather than participate – therefore, speaking in front of people, talking to other people, and being dragged into crowds are the bane of his existence. His social ineptitude doesn’t stop at friendly conversation, either. Honey has no idea how to approach someone he is likes. When it comes to flirting, Honey would rather set himself on fire because he simply does not know how. Furthermore, Honey cannot recognize when someone is flirting with him, either, and is rather oblivious to other people. He struggles with reading other people’s emotions, especially when it comes to romantic interest in him.
Honey is unsure of what came first – his social awkwardness or is preference for solitude. Did he become solitary because he was socially awkward or did he become socially awkward because he was solitary? It’s the chicken and the egg all over again. Either way, it remains that Honey is a lone wolf. He likes to spend his days alone, either reading in his room or in the woods walking and hunting. Honey goes at lengths to avoid people – this isn’t to say that he doesn’t have friends, he has plenty of friends…internet friends. Internet friends give him the social interaction he needs and the time to himself that he needs. Plus, if he does something embarrassing, all he has to do is change his username and dump them unceremoniously: problem solved. Maybe it’s because of his nonattachment to others that he isn’t the most loyal. Not that Honey goes out of his way to gossip and betray friends, but he dumps his friends too suddenly and is easily coerced into gabbing (though he doesn’t mean to and doesn’t think that what he is doing at the moment is wrong, but it has its backlashes).
Many would suspect, considering his shy and conservative nature, that Honey follows the rules. Well, he actually has a rebellious streak, believe it or not. Honey enjoys living spontaneously and sometimes gets the urge at night to sneak out and drink, or break into school at night out of curiosity, or spray paint a building for the sheer fun of it. In this way, he’s much of a thrill-seeker and likes to live on the edge. But Honey is not a rebel without a cause. Much of his more daunting law-breaking is mostly linked to his activist personality. Perhaps he had gotten it from his mother, but Honey is a very concerned citizen about the environment and political issues. He even likes to spend his time at rallies and can spend hours signing petitions. Honey is always advocating against deforestation, littering, pollution, animal cruelty, and even supports some social-political issues like gun laws, marriage for all, and black lives matter.
Despite all of these things, Honey has a cruel image. Because of his inherited bad temper and innate bloodlust from his mother, Honey snaps easily and is prone to fights. He has a hard time reigning it in and controlling himself and has sent people to hospitals before with broken noses and has gone to the hospital as well for broken knuckles. When he is angry, Honey is unreasonable and just wants to hurt someone for whatever reason, thinking it will make him feel better (though it rarely does). It’s due to this side of him that people often don’t see his incredibly kind nature. Honey is selfless in that he rescues kittens from trees and kids from getting run over by cars; he has no problem giving his only dollar to a homeless man or walking a woman to her car when she feels unsafe.
Above all of his attributes, there is one thing that remains incredibly important to Honey (even more important than the ecosystem) and that is independence. Honey values his freedom above everything else and would rather die than have that taken away from him. Perhaps that’s why he avoids people, because he doesn’t like to be bound by societal standards (though he still is) or maybe because he doesn’t want to have to be polite when he doesn’t want to be. Honey is very independent and likes to live his life how he chooses – whether that be drugs and alcohol or straight-A’s and college scholarships. It’s because of this independency that Honey struggles to ask for help and would much rather fix the problem on his own, as to avoid having to settle it in a way that he does not want to.
Of note, he’s also a sarcastic little shit.
B A C K G R O U N D:There’s not much to say about Hunter’s parent’s epic romance except that it wasn’t that epic at all. Hunter’s father, Johnny (known very commonly as Worm by relatives), had just finished up his fourth year of college – matter of fact, it was the night of his graduation where he had met Artemis. Hunter’s dad had gotten properly shitfaced, as per tradition of celebration, and he and his buddies thought it’d be fun to go play with a bow in the woods in the middle of the night. There he had almost shot a beautiful maiden with his arrow, but luckily she had been quick enough to dodge it – even luckier, she ended up in his bed that night. Bada bing bada boom, a baby was conceived via Johnny’s poor life decisions.
Of course, Johnny didn’t know about Artemis’s pregnancy until she had delivered the day old baby to his doorstep in hopes he would care for it. Johnny was by far not ready to take care of a kid, especially on his own, but knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions lest the child ended up in the system. So, Johnny moved from his nice apartment in Michigan back into his hometown in Florida, with his grandparents. His grandparents, born and raised Southerners with a penchant for chewing tobacco and NASCAR, were disappointed in their son but agreed to help him raise Honey.
Growing up wasn’t that difficult for Honey. He had the love of his dad and his grandparents who fostered his activist nature and nurtured all his dreams and hopes. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care about his mother – Honey cared a lot about the subject of his mother. He wondered why his mother didn’t want to keep him? Why did she abandon him without even a phone number to keep in touch with? When he asked his dad about, his dad said he didn’t know – but he wasted no time telling Honey that his mother was missing out and made a sore mistake. After a while, the questions stopped keeping him up at night, but instead fueled him with anger if it was ever brought up and a niggling irritation in the back of his mind.
The first time Honey had met his mother was when he was nine. Weird things have started to develop with him and she stopped by to check on him and explain things. The whole encounter had seemed deeply impersonal and it struck a chord with Honey – because, at that moment she revealed herself to be the Goddess of Childbirth, yet the woman who birthed him had no familial attachment to him at all? Honey decided then and there to hell with Artemis (after that, he went to church daily and constantly talked about how cool Norse mythology was to spite her). The second time Honey got a visit was when he was twelve, after his grandpa died. She stopped by to pay her condolences and her presence angered Honey even more (because how dare this woman show up to a family funeral like she could even be considered anything close to that?). He ended up destroying a couple of plates that night, in a blind rage, and got into a scuffle with his fifteen-year-old neighbor. Honey never really heard much about Artemis’s other family, the happy family, the better family, but he knew that it must exist considering she had a ring on her finger and a girl’s picture in her wallet.
There was a third time Honey came in contact with his mother – but it wasn’t face to face and could hardly be counted. He was seventeen at the time and had been getting into fights recently (a friend of his had just come out of the closet and they did live in the middle of nowhere Florida); at that time, he had been kicked out of his school and his father was struggling to find a new school that would make commute easy while still being able to take of Hunter’s grandmother (who hadn’t been well since the death of her husband). The contact came through a letter sent by Artemis, detailing Olympus Academy and how they would be willing to take him – something about giving him an opportunity to hone his skills and find kids that he could fit in well with? While his father thought it was a good idea to go there, Honey was more preoccupied with how creepy it was that Artemis was keeping tabs on him.
Honey honestly didn’t want to go to the academy, just because he meant he’d have more ties to his mother than he wanted. Nevertheless, he went, if only to give his father and grandmother peace of mind. He’s been there for four years now.
E X T R A:im always a slut for hekate
G O D L Y P A R E N T:Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt.
R E L A T I O N S H I P W I T H G O D L Y P A R E N T:Their relationship is rather distant and cold. Honey likes to pretend that Artemis exists and Artemis just sends the occasional helping here and there. However, the two times that they met, the conversation and air between them felt very impersonal. Honey doesn't know much about Artemis at all, but has inferred two things from her interactions with him: 1) she's keeping track of his going ons (which creeps him out) and 2) she has another family.
G O D L Y A B I L I T I E S:Hunting & TrackingBeing related to the Goddess of the Hunt, Hunter displays an innate ability to understand the movements of wild animals. He is incredibly deft in tracking animals, trapping animals, and hunting animals. His knowhow allows him familiarity with how to approach an animal on the hunt – where to hide, how to move, how to conceal his presence. It should be noted that this hunting abilities do not completely transfer over to the tracking and hunting of a human, as humans are more unpredictable and intelligent than an animal – while it is possible, it is harder and requires more attention than the simple relaxed and easy movements of hunting an animal.ArcheryArtemis’s repertoire of skills relies heavily on her ability to shoot a bow. She is known for having perfect aim and can never miss a target. Hunter has inherited such a gift from his mother, and finds the bow fitting easily and comfortably into his grip. However, he does not have the perfect aim his mother does, though he will hit his target eight times out of ten. Unfortunately, because he finds the bow settling so easily into his arms and because his body is innately trained to hold a bow and not much else, Hunter is nearly useless with a gun. If he were to hold a gun, he would probably end up shooting his toe.Night VisionArtemis is the Goddess of the Hunt, but it is most notably stated that she hunts at night. As such, Hunter has inherited the ability to see better and more clearly at night than the typical mortal. His eyes adjust quicker to darkness than others do and he can see more shapes – however he does not see as clearly as he would if it was day time, he simply sees better than most, enough to get by. Unfortunately, his eyes are a lot more sensitive to light and it makes him very grumpy if someone were to turn on the light while he is sleeping.ShapeshiftingArtemis possessed the ability to shapeshift into any animal she wanted as well as shapeshift other people into animals. Hunter only possesses the slightest ability of shapeshifting and can only shapeshift into Artemis’ sacred animals: the deer, the bear, and the buzzard-hawk. Hunter can only remain in such a form for three hours before he loses energy and it can be extremely painful to shift.Enhanced ReflexesBeing of godly blood, Hunter’s reflexes are a tad bit faster than a normal mortal’s. He reacts faster to situations such as something being thrown at him or falling, but it is honestly not that impressive.
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