[OOC] Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

[AlteredTundra]

I have ten fingers

@Fabricant451

I also have ten fingers. What else you got?

[Viciousmarrow]

@Altered Tundra
He is quite a bit like Ares. Less cowardly than his father, but more pretentious. xD
His powers focus on blood and the manipulation of it, plus a dash of other abilities. I'm using Dominic Purcell as his face claim.

[MissCapnCrunch]

What that mouth do tho?

[HalfOfLancelot]

ah well then pardon me. i'll leave you to your mountain dew and doritos, young gremlin child.

[AlteredTundra]

@Altered Tundra
He is quite a bit like Ares. Less cowardly than his father, but more pretentious. xD
His powers focus on blood and the manipulation of it, plus a dash of other abilities. I'm using Dominic Purcell as his face claim.

@Viciousmarrow

Oh you wonderful person you... That's a wonderful concept with an equal as great fc. Dominic is pretty rad, esp as Captain Cold's partner in The Flash. <3

[Fabricant451]

@HalfOfLancelot I want McDonalds

[Lady Hestia]

Happy to be here :D

[MissCapnCrunch]

And howwww much will we be frowned upon if we use our same opening posts when the time is right? ;)

[Fabricant451]

@HalfOfLancelot I want McDonalds

@Fabricant451

[AlteredTundra]

And howwww much will we be frowned upon if we use our same opening posts when the time is right? ;)

@MissCapnCrunch

It wouldn't, but I have a feeling that when Loco and I post our collab tomorrow, it might be just slightly different than how things were before. ^^

[Silent Whispers]

@Altered Tundra
Why the new thread though? :/

[AlteredTundra]

@Altered Tundra
Why the new thread though? :/

@HushedWhispers

some things happened to where it was required.

[SouffleGirl123]

Vanessa Casey/Hades

"I'm not as cold as I seem but I don't mind being avoided by most people because then I'll know the people who don't judge books by their covers, they have the kindest hearts and make the best and most loyal of friends." -Vanessa Charlotte Casey

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Personal Information

Name:
Vanessa Charlotte Casey

Nickname:
Van, Ness, Van, ness, Loch ness monster (generally from teasing but she's had a friend or 2 who's used that name).

Birth Date:
5th of August

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

Appearance
Vanessa has straight, layered faded orange hair reaches only a small length past her shoulders, some locks starting to grow back into it's natural dark brown which she will dye over eventually. Her round-almond shaped eyes are a brown-hazel. She is quite short for a girl of her age standing at 156cm (about 5'1") and doesn't have any chance of growing taller. Over time she has come to accept her short height but that doesn't mean she always embraces it with open arms. She is also quite lean weighing at 48kg (about 105lbs) and has a small amount of muscle on her. She is not one to smile widely therefore hiding her crooked white front teeth. Her skin is slightly tanned and her common out breaks of acne are usually covered under a lauer of make-up

Clothing Style:
Her clothing style is quite simple. She's not a fan of anything flashy or eye-popping nor does she like skirts. It's rare for her to wear address but on the occasion she will. Darker colours (particularly blacks) are ever-present in her clothing choices but all the same she generally doesn't wear all black, commonly pairing her leather jacket or another dark item of clothing with more neutral or toned down colours. As for footwear she generally wears either converse or combat boots.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Music, particularly the more edger and hardcore styles
• The stories of the dead recounting their lives
• History, although she doesn't overly enjoy being involved in wars she loves the retelling of them
• Time alone to think to herself yet she enjoys company every now and again also.
• Horror movies, they don't seem as bad after you listen to some of the stories of certain dead people

Dislikes:

• Snobby, self-indulgent and/or ignorant people
• Overly sweet food
• The Limelight
• Being perceived as something she's not
• Having a nasty prank pulled on her, she has no problem with watching pranks being pulled on others though

Fears:

• Dying to the fact of not living up to her maximum potential
• She possesses a small fear toward her father, more of a fear to expel more respect than one that stops people dead in their tracks
• Losing those she loves

Habits:

• She often finds herself chewing on her lip when she's nervous. Very rarely she has drawn blood from chewing so hard into it but it has happened a couple of times
• She is often humming to herself softly, she's been told off for it a few times
• bites her nails off
• She can't swim or, more accurately, she's never tried and claims she never will
• She has trouble making eye contact and will often look past the person's head instead of directly at them

Personality:

♦ level-headed ♦ realist ♦ silent ♦ caring

On appearance Vanessa can seem gloomy and downright pessimistic. However Vanessa isn't (usually) as gloomy as she seems. She isn't one to smile or laugh often, that's usually something that she only does when she is with her friends alone. She usually like to keep to herself or to a small group of people she's close with. She considers herself a level-head realist but her mind does often wander, sometimes from the likes of daydreaming, sometimes she just gets pushed into deep thought.

Vanessa was never surrounded by a large group of friends, probably never will be. When she was in school she was often that kid everyone would actively avoid for no good reason but at camp she has her father's reputation to thank for it. Vanessa has a big heart and is willing to share it with anyone who bothers to pay her some attention. She is very loyal and cares for her friends deeply, however, in her darkest moments she will push them away. As caring as she is she believes that one should take consequences for their actions and finds it hard to forgive those who mentally or physically hurt her, her family or her friends.

Vanessa is most definitely an introvert and isn't a fan of big parties, or even such gatherings (however she quite enjoys the campfire nights). She's quite intelligent, given not as much as a child of Athena but she was always an A/B student when she was in school. She usually doesn't judge quickly, or tries not to at least, that doesn't always work out for her unfortunately. She's the type of person who listens to both sides of the argument and silently analyses it before coming to a personal conclusion, however, she will be quick to stand up for her loved ones. She is generally mature and responsible but when she is alone with her friends she lets loose a bit, becomes more smiley and cheerful but, even then, she's quite closed up.

Background:
Jane had been widowed almost 2 years when she met Hades that Spring. She had taken her sons Jacob and William (whom were 3 and 4 at the time) to a local cafe for lunch. Hades happened to be seated at the table next to them and William and Jacob (at their wide-eyed naive ages) decided they wanted to talk to the 'sad man' and made attempts to be his friend until their mother intercepted. The 2 got to chatting and meet up a couple of times before falling in love, well at least Jane did.

A few days before spring ended Hades revealed his identity to her and told her that he could not see her again, neither aware Jane fallen pregnant that night.

Nine month later Jane gave a long, painful birth to Vanessa. The family of four were well off enough. Even though all 3 kids always knew Vanessa 'didn't have a dad' they never took that into much thought. Growing up William and Jacob were very protective of their younger sister, of course they often teased and tormented each other as siblings do but if anyone else did so to her they'd have older boys to answer to.

Vanessa's family lived off Jane's deceased husband's earnings (as he was a doctor when he was alive) and always had what they needed. True, they didn't have a luxurious life but they had an education, full stomachs, a roof over their heads and a bit extra for special occasions. However money was getting tighter and tighter by the year and the family couldn't live off of a deceased man's earnings forever. It was evident Jane would have to return to her job as a nurse eventually but there wasn't anyone to look after the kids and at their young age she didn't want them home alone in the evening, that was when she met Michael.

Vanessa was 5 when Jane met Micheal and truthfully she quite liked the man. The two of them married 2 years on and Vanessa always saw Micheal as her father figure and often referred to him as her father other than her stepdad despite keeping her mother's maiden name.

When Vanessa was inching toward her tenth year her mother gave birth to yet another girl, Selina. Despite technicalities Selina was never to be referred to as Vanessa's half sister when she was around or she'd be quick to correct them.

Vanessa's mother passed when she was 11. A storm had hit and the rain pounded the roof of every house, every building and covered every road. Jane was on her way home from her job when the storm hit suddenly, the rain limiting the view of every driver so neither her or the man driving the truck noticed each other until it was too late. Despite the pleas of Jane in her will Micheal decided he couldn't, and didn't want to, care for all the children left to him despite his own by blood and sent the other three kids to a local foster care home as Jane had lost contact with her family years ago. Leaving Vanessa to feel betrayed by the man who had been her father in her eyes for the last few years. Ridden with guilt Micheal would often attempt to send money and presents to the kids but they were always returned, they didn't want anything to do with him.

When she was almost 12 she first summoned a ghost from the underworld inust outside her foster-care home. It was an accident, obviously, but of course, how are you meant to explain that to the other tweens and teens who you shared a house with? So entitling her a freak they avoided any contact with her if possible but Vanessa didn't care, this opened a new possibility for her, maybe she could see her mother, at least long enough to say goodbye. As much as she tried, however, it never worked. What Vanessa didn't know was the random deaths and brutal killings in the area weren't coincidence, although she could not summon a ghost for an overly long period of time with each spirit another monster was detecting her and, when she was 16 her father approached her and quickly swept her away to Olympus Academy.

Extra Athena... or Artemis

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:Hades; God of death and precious gems and metals. Hades is the Lord of the Underworld.

Demigod Abilities:
Necromancy: Vanessa can summon 'ghost'/spirit from the Underworld. This is her strongest power, yet she still has a lot to learn. She can only summon one spirit at a time and, after a longer period of time, it starts to drain her energy. Of course, it's not a simple 'I want a spirit now' and one appears, she needs to focus hence making it difficult for her if people are around her and making sounds. She generally has to be within a few metres of the spirit's grave or place of death to summon them, she's working on summoning ghosts from further distances in hopes to see her mother once more.

Wealth detection: Vanessa only discovered she had a power relating to the wealth and riches part of Hades' power about halfway through her first year at Olympus Academy (was in also her prior year) so she is still weak when in comes to powers to do with such. Currently she can detect precious gems and metals in the soil below her. It has to be a decent-sized cluster for her to detect it unless she's really focus but she's sure she will improve. She cannot, however, summon these metals/gems and is unsure as to whether she ever will.

Early Judgement: Upon a person's last breath, as their soul departs their bodu for the underworld, Vanessa can predict, almost always accurately, where in the underworld they will go.

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Her relationship with her father is very much a love/hate one. On one meeting they would get along well for a father and daughter that only met recently and be happy in each other's company, or as much as you could belonging to the underworld, though quite often on the next meeting they can lost get in bickering and fighting. As much as Vanessa admires her father she fears him slightly.

Mortal Parent Information

Mortal Parent's name:
Jane Linda Casey

Relationship with parent
Vanessa and her mother never had a dynamite relationship but it wasn't a bad one either. Generally they had quite a neutral relationship with their ups and downs. Truthfully she loved her mother but didn't really regard her name as highly as some children do.

[SouffleGirl123]

@HalfOfLancelot I want McDonalds

@Fabricant451

If I see another McDonald's again it'll be too soon
Unfortunately I work on Friday

[HalfOfLancelot]

Shit I forgot to tag peeps. ;3;

(Also, I'm not ready to go back to work either. I feel YOU SO MUCH)

[HalfOfLancelot]

@Altered Tundra @lovely complex

Ranefer Antar / Hephaestus

" I exist as I am, that is enough. " - Walt Whitman

_{⧱ ⧱ Up&Up ♦ Coldplay ⧱ ⧱ Don't Let Me Down ♦ The Chainsmokers ft. Daya ⧱ ⧱ Cherry Wine ♦ Hozier ⧱ ⧱ To Be Alone ♦ Hozier ⧱ ⧱}

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_{There is a flower within my heart
Daisy, Daisy}

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Name:

Ranefer Antar

Nickname:

Ferris, Ronny, Nef

Birth Date:

07 / 18 / 1993

Age:

23

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Homosexual

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_{Daisy, Daisy give me your heart, do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you}

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In Depth Appearance:

Wide eyes, dark circles, and a heavy weight on his back. They dull and brighten intermittently, tied to the pucker of bright, bright lips. Slung around sinews of muscle earned and earned through fiery work, are tinged, sand stone skin, rough and calloused and wrapped around leather. No smiles on a jaw cut with fine ice, smoothed over the lines of high cheekbones and sunken skin washed under the bags of his eyes. A mess of hunched over bones bent on hiding the lithe muscles always a coiled cobra eager to strike. Unwanted rage hide in the curl of long fingers and gnarled knuckles, in the stomp of muscled thighs that have known the true pain of standing endless under the hot sun that burned his skin.

Clunky skin, gnarled and broken, twisted over smooth, cut bone settles in the fine upholstery of golden legs. A work slaved over days, months, years, to aim for a perfection undeserved. A stark contrast to the tired eyes are the sun beam rays of metallic legs, all hard lines and jutting metal - a sleekness hidden beneath the bent metal. It moves and breathes with the skin it latches onto, keeping the dull pain of lost limbs at bay. Adaptation is the cornerstone of the golden material, trimmed in black as it twists and wraps and forms to compliment the situation. Plates over feet, twisting into toes and a steep arch beneath that curve the soles into a elegant mimic of human feet. More proud of these than of himself, a pride evident in the sullen gleam of his tired eyes.

Clothing Style:

Things that a person can hide in: sweaters, hoodies, jackets, long sleeves, scarves, endless layers. Things an individual can stick their hands in and cover their face. Hats and beanies, a numerous amount of coats from a closet dedicated to heavy, outer layers make almost an entire ensemble. The pants act as a sharp contrast; the plates of the prostheses move at a constant rate, catching on loose material easily. They don't discriminate fabric, tearing and shredding polyester and denim with ease. An exact measurement tightens pants enough that the material remains hovering over the metal, allowing it to move and whir in peace. But the allure of sweatpants never fades and pairs are kept during moments when the legs are no longer needed and comfort above all else is the top priority.

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_{It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford the carriage}

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Quirks/Oddities/Habits

◬ When plans and ideas come to mind, Ranefer mumbles their exact needs and specifications under his breath in rapid succession. He'll do this until he's able to write everything down.
◬ When talking to people, Ranefer stares at his feet. When talking to an authority figure, he'll look them directly in the eyes and stand rigidly straight.
◬ When being talked to, Ranefer holds his breath until he's able to speak.
◬ Everyday, Ranefer will take two showers; one in the morning and one at night. After the second shower, Ranefer often takes a bath, reads, and drinks in solitude there. For a long ass time.
◬ Even in the hot heat of summer, Ranefer will always gravitate toward things that are warm.

Likes:

◬ Cats. Cats. Cats. Especially Scottish Folds and Egyptian Maus. A-and Siamese Cats too... uh. The list is actually quite long.
◬ Astronomy
◬ Robotics
◬ Music While Working
◬ Baths
◬ Holing up and creating things for days at a time
◬ Warm, Cozy Things (especially fire places)

Dislikes:

◬ Cars
◬ Wheelchairs
◬ The Cold
◬ Being Stared At
◬ His Temper
◬ Being Told To Calm Down
◬ Bath Time Being Interrupted

Fears:

◬ Finding a reason not to make things anymore. To lose his muse and his creativity.
◬ Being hit, punched, kicked, hurt in anyway by someone close to him. Being taken advantage of.
◬ What he's capable of when losing control

Personality:

◬ Explosive ◬ Self-Defeating◬ Introverted ◬ Inquisitive ◬

Father of volcanoes. The Romans feared Vulcan, as they very well should have. Mt. Saint Helens. Krakatoa. Volcanoes contained an explosive force of fire and brimstone, rained down ashes days after in an aftermath of their anger. Unfortunately, Ranefer shows little difference. A bubbling, molten fury hides beneath the frail form hidden in the warmth of cozy sweaters. A temper only amplified by his lineage seethes beneath the surface first. The magma displaces itself, bubbles to the surface, a churning force in his stomach. And then it lets go, spitting fire and rage, vomiting words he can't hear beyond the ringing tinnitus of anger shoving itself in a heartbeat in his ears. And that constant beating, heavy in his neck, his heart, his wrists, his stomach do wonders to show Ranefer that he lives. Lives beyond the dormant state he crawls back into.

And that dormancy cripples him. He can't take the sudden bleeding of red out of his vision, succumbing to the grey of depression sinking deep. Inspiration leaves him. The world feels slow and every day feels cloudy, even despite the white fluff of clouds barely holding any rain. Worthlessness aches in his bones and suddenly getting out of bed seems akin to climbing a mountain. The deep groan of his throat giving way to the soft, deep breaths of slumber - sleep over everything. A thing that's always crawled in his mind, of course, yet further intensified by the hand life gave him. Makes things harder to do and with its ever presence lingering, it's quite easy to succumb to that inner voice in his head telling him that he's no good. A vicious cycle of building things up just to watch another version of himself knock it all down.

In between these states of mind sits a young boy who finds utter enjoyment in creating things, building things, learning things. Someone who wants and yearns for good company, but likes time alone. Likes time to open a book or watch a movie; to indulge in the things that he knows makes him happy. And even if that sabotaging conscience whispers in the back of his mind, he still tries. If he got anything positive out of his father, it's likely the stubborn need to get back up.

Background:

" You come from a full line of Pharaohs - a child of the sun - and yet you're as good as your legs: in a ditch off some country road. "

An empire of the modern world, Horus Tech found itself in Cairo, Egypt for the majority of its starting years. Just a small company of mostly innovative IT guys, yet perfection had been its absolute core principal. Dubai skyrocketed the company into a veritable, modern day empire. They created perfection in their technology and while they didn't lead the front of luxury tech, they revolutionized technology used in various factories all over the world. Like any large corporation, many individuals rooted deep within the company's infrastructure found corruption in the power they yearned. What came from an honest man's want for perfection, for the unimaginable potential of technology, twisted down the generations into a greed that soon turned perfection into a status symbol - a false one, but one that still held a great deal of power.

In the recent years, the CEO gave birth to a young boy, a possible heir to the fortune the company amassed. By then a notion that the Antar family derived from the pharaohs of old, children of the sun god Ra, had already deeply ingrained itself into the top tier platforms of the company's founders (children of the founders, at the least). Ranefer Antar would thus be raised as royalty in a world where royalty doesn't mean a damn thing. Yet, money talked, so any opinion otherwise stated didn't hold to the 'truths' of Horus Tech's allotted "Pharaohs."

Unfortunately, no one knew of the boy's father aside from the mother herself. No one dared question the great granddaughter of the original founder; she held a fierceness in every breath she took. That was evident in the way Ranefer had been raised, a young prince destined to lead a vast empire. The delusion so deeply rooted itself, yet it never stopped Nailah Antar from looking for nothing but perfection from her child. In his early years, it had been obvious that Ranefer had a talent. The boy had a mechanical presence like no other; he'd showed an unparalleled capacity for learning anything to do with engineering. And when he grew older, that stretched into robotics. It would be Nailah's job to cultivate that into something the company could take advantage of and when the boy showed a stubbornness to go his own way, she took to controlling him through force.

Corporal punishment. Of course, she couldn't make the pain visible for perfection shouldn't be marred by reformation. Molding the imperfections shouldn't create imperfections of its own. Thus, she refrained from using physical violence and more or less aimed to break the boy as he aged until he became complicit. Her hired bodyguards did enough of the physical punishments when she needed it, when he acted out in harsher ways than just ignoring wishes. Because Ranefer seethed underneath and when he had a reason, the boy would explode and care little for the consequences.

It wasn't until his attitude became too much to handle did Nailah's father react in a manner he thought befitting. Of course, he'd been biased and prejudiced; that unknown blood had already tainted the child, it was just a matter of showing his daughter that imperfection. After coaxing, Nailah agreed to send her child out to her parent's home far from the high rises of Dubai. Prior to this, he'd hired individuals he knew couldn't deny a shit ton of money to purposefully t-bone the vehicle meant to carry Ranefer from Dubai to the mansion. The car came head on, a large truck for the sole purpose of demolishing the tiny, black Mercedes. It sent the vehicle into the large ditch that ran parallel with the country road, before taking off without ever once stopping. The driver died on impact, along with the bodyguard that ran passenger. The only survivors had been Ranefer and a greenhorn guard that sat in the back to accompany him. In the wreckage, Ranefer laid dangling from his seat, his legs pinned between the impacted door and the passenger seat in front of him. After calming the guard enough to allow him to call for assistance, Ranefer did his best not to focus on the utter pain that laced through his body. He'd always known he'd been tougher than most kids his age, a lot more mature minded, at least, yet he still found it surprising that he survived a crash that devastating. Unfortunately, it took a few good hours before anyone came and by the time they did arrive, he'd lost all feeling beneath his knees.

The ride back to Dubai ended with Ranefer falling unconscious and waking up with that same useless feeling beneath his knees. After flagging down a nurse, they'd told the boy what they had to do and that it took quite a bit longer to saw through the tough bone and sinew to decapitate the dead limb. It took awhile to process, but when it did, a numbness dropped through his entire body like a venom - like a cobra sunk its teeth into his veins. Before he realized his shocked state, Ranefer woke up again, still in the hospital with two days behind him. It took an entire week before they allowed him back home.

Things refused to get better from there. Perfection in everything, the unseen motto of his mother's industry. She no longer had a son in her eyes and thus he melted away into a puddle of self-worth. Everything he could have had had been flushed away in tragedy. Of course, it would mar her image if she was seen disowning her very own child after discovering his tragedy. At that point, disowning him would have been a mercy. Predictable that things got even worse afterwards and eventually Ranefer only saw himself as a burden, a true imperfection. His mother almost won.

And then she didn't. Kind of. Ranefer couldn't quite go beyond his room, mostly because his mother felt he'd ruin her appearance if she were seen with a crippled boy rolling in a wheelchair next to her. At least, as long as that boy was her son. He convinced the hired staff to carry him down to his workstation where Ranefer holed himself up in. There he slaved for days without food and little water working on his latest project. Oddly enough, designing a revolutionary piece of technology just... kinda ran in the family. At the end of four restless days, Ranefer came in a disabled teenager and walked out still disabled, but able to walk again. It took months of training his own body and a lot of sneaking around his mother to get needed help from experts in physical therapy before Ranefer could actually walk in a convincing manner.

To make things worse, Ranefer's father decided to show up with an offer to 'help'. Didn't take long for Ranefer to explode, and in that explosion he successfully annihilated the entire west wing of his mother's mansion. Melted metal dripped around the two idle individuals, the smell of burned marble and the sight of flames in the distance only served to make the situation a lot more suspicious. And then he had his entire situation explained. He exploded again, smaller this time, before his father, Hephaestus, took advantage of his calm aftershock and whisked him away to a small place outside of Utah. There he explained further, allowed his son to rest, and then urged him to join the Academy. For his protection, at least - not only would his mother be searching for him in the rubble of her home, but forces greater would be looking for his head on a silver platter.

Exhausted. Tired of everything and nothing, at the same time, Ranefer took his father's advice. Of course, after telling him to fuck off. He'd work on that last part... soon, at least.

Extra:

◬ Has an obsession with cats.
◬ Hates warm weather 'cause then people look at him weird for wearing heavy layers.
◬ Not ashamed of his disability; actually loves the opportunity to make himself better. Of course, he's never going to purposefully add to that disability (and doesn't glorify it).
◬ Is a technophile and science nerd. Loves space and the stars.
_{◬ it's a tie between Artemis and Athena}

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_{But you'd look sweet on the seat
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Godly Parent:

Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:

There's no hatred there, no room for it; however, there's a lot of resentment and bitterness for leaving him to fend for himself, essentially. The idea that Ranefer's father could have taken him away from that place, shown him exactly how important Ranefer was before allowing his mother to break him down into nothing isn't something he's willing to forgive, just yet. Hephaestus knows this, doesn't regret his decision, but wishes he could help now in some fashion. They have a tendency to be rather volatile around each other, as both have the temper of a volcano. They have great calm down periods where they wallow in their guilt and grief. At the moment, they've both agreed that the other needs space and time before forgiveness can be doled out.

Godly Abilities:

Technopathy / Machine Herald

<sub>The ability to control, manipulate, and speak to electronics. Being the son of the God of the Forge extends quite well to the modern era. Technology currently rules the playing field, thus allowing Ranefer to directly control various technology to aid him and allows him to build things with unprecedented speed and precision. Right now, Ranefer can use this ability to control up to ten pieces of tech at one time, not including his own legs as he was able to utilize his resources to actively connect them to the neurons in his brain. This leaves that slot open to other tech.

Drawbacks - Can control 10 small to medium sized pieces of tech at a time; large pieces of equipment require his entire and full focus to control; the larger the tech and the more he does at a time, the more it exhausts his stamina and puts a strain on his mind.</sub>

Machine Creation / Vulcan's Hammer

<sub>Like Hephaestus, Ranefer has an astounding aptitude to engineer things. He's taken his love for robotics and upped his knowledge of it two fold with the ability to create machines with innovative use of resources. Most of these machines are harmless, but if taken a step further and if he truly wanted, Ranefer has the ability to create devastating weapons. Obviously they'd take longer to build and require specific resources, but the knowledge sits in the back of his mind like an itch waiting to be scratched.

Drawbacks - While it requires a small amount of resources to use, it still requires them to be available; not a MacGuiver scenario, the parts and the resources have to make sense; everything's still heavily reliant on logic to make things work.</sub>

Magma Manipulation / Brimstone

<sub>Currently tied with his anger, Ranefer, in a truly explosive state of mind (total rage and anger), can bring molten earth to the surface in order to cause havoc and madness. There's no control over this state and it's extremely rare that this should ever come to light of day. But if Ranefer is pushed and prodded into a catatonic state of rage, he'll be unable to control these particular powers. They're unpredictable, at the moment, and the goal is to either put a lid on these powers entirely or gain utter control over them, untying them from the emotional shackles they're currently chained to.

Drawback - Unusable in a controlled state; quickly drains stamina upon immediate use; doesn't affect a large area around him; limited control beyond bringing the initial eruption, which is the most dangerous part of this ability, currently.</sub>

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For two, For two, For two, For two}

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_{Daisy... Daisy... give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy...}

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[SouffleGirl123]

Notices she failed to tag

@Altered Tundra @lovely complex 3 posts up :3

[Wade Wilson]

Hiiiiiiiiii~

[Barrett]

@Altered Tundra@lovely complex
Yeah... I suck. Ended up being talked into an evening out, came back in the wee hours of the morning and I'm busy all through today. So my character is going to sit at 90% completion until tomorrow or the day after, even though I said that a few days ago.

Sorry...

[McHaggis]

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