[CHAR] Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

Story Hooks

Model search... male model search, affair ensues

Matchmaking, hijinks ensues

job interview, sexual tension ensues

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“There is no art in war, there is war in art however.”

Name: Cerise Charani Baptiste
Age: 34
Birthday: February 17, 1983
Nationality: French/American dual citizenship
Ethnicity: French, Bulgarian and Romani
Birth Place: Lille, France
Current Residence: Macon, Georgia
Gender: Female
Education: Masters in Fashion design minor in business
Mortal Job: Fashion designer and matchmaker



Pantheon: Love, Childbirth and Art
Height: 5'7”
Weight: 125 pounds
Build: slender but toned
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde
Skin Tone: pale but not ghostly
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: pierced navel, tracheotomy scar, tattoo of a
Personal Style: Cerise loves her bohemian chic, mod and Parisian Chic. She finds hipsters and their non-American counterparts suchs as stilyagi out of touch and condescending to “real fashion”. Geek chic is fine but too pop culture entrenched for her to enjoy.



Psychology

Stuck-up * Gentle * Controlling * Motherly

Sexuality: Bisexual (though she hates terms, especially sapiosexual and demisexual, of course you want someone smart and have an emotional bond with sigh)
Relationship Status: Widowed once, married twice, no living kids currently trying to conceive
Personality: Cerise is a woman of foam like Aphrodite herself. She knows it and takes pride in it. She is ambitious yet moral. However her concieted and controlling mindset rubs people the wrong way. The fact she is blunt usually with her employees and strangers doesn't help either. She is a passionate woman and that can't be denied and people will put her over in that regard.

Cerise was a mother and her motherly attitude can shock people who only know the passive aggressive, snooty woman they work for. When Cerise loves, she loves hard, when she hates she hates hard. She also is a gentle woman that while has an acerbic tongue isn't a fighter. People know that they will be safe with her physically since she just doesn't like violence.
Habits: Smokes when nervous, tends not to wear a bra in public
Hobbies: Yoga, pilates, cardio, painting and knitting
Fears:
Being irrelevant
Not living up to her Pantheons
Lacking influence in her expertise

Likes:
Charles Bronson movies (now HE was a heartthrob)
Lambs (I always buy a lamb plushy whenever I go out)
Comic books mostly bandes dessinées (they are so insightful, yet so underrated)
Volleyball
Figure skating
Gymnastics
Board Games
Her jobs

Dislikes:
Modern Art (nobody CARES anymore about quality as long as it creates controversy and cash)
Hipsters (out of touch in the most ironic way)
Cosplay (real art is original, cosplay is merely mimicking someone else's idea)
Insubordination (Authority has its place anybody who doesn't get that is an idiot)
Apathy (I don't care if you hate or love, just do one of them)
People who think lust and love are interchangable (please don't kid me with your mental gymnastics)

Bio: Cerise was born into a wealthy family in Lille, France and decided to move to America when she was 18 to pursue her own fashion line without her family's name (which wasn't known across the pond). She succeeded and eventually married at 24 to a cattle tycoon T Erwin Ragsdale. She had four children with him, including twin girls, however all died before the age of 10. This led to Ragsdale committing suicide and Cerise going into depression. She eventually got out of it miraculously by painting and feeling useful by hooking up her friends with good people she met. She realized this is kinda supernatural, especially when her unofficial facebook page got over 5,000 likes when the paparazzi took a picture of her just out of bed in the most unflattering outfit barely awake. People still found a mother of four sexy? Especially right after waking up? She kinda put two and two together and realized she might be a love goddess in some way. It was far-fetched but a human was bound to mess up and she hasn't.

Cerise has remarried to one of her former star models Randy Reynolds which caused much controversy in the fashion world. The two live in Macon, Georgia but also in Chicago, Illinois. Cerise is currently looking for the next "it" girl and boy for her line as most of her mainstays have quit the business for show business. Something Cerise loathes She is also now focusing on her matchmaking business, hoping it will pick up steam as she finds online dating idiotic.

Family:

Randy Reynolds her current husband and love of her life

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Emma Avril Jameson

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Character Summary

Name: Emma Avril Jameson
Aliases: The Hand of The Goddess, Miss Ever Suffering Secretary, Jetsetting Scoutmistress
Age: 26
Gender: Female

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Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121 pounds
Build: Slender bannana (classic supermodel look, slim shoulders and hips, flat belly, smaller breasts and butt cheeks)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Sun-kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: gauged ears, beauty mark on right lower lip

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Psychology

Gentle * Naive * Optimistic * Trusting

Personality: Emma is Cerise's confidant and assistant, the Pepper Potts to Cerise's Tony Stark. She's loyal, gentle but incredibly naive when it comes to the world. Having lived a sheltered life in Boise for most her life and still new to the whole globetrotting talent scout thing. Emma is a rookie that will be making a lot of mistakes and hopefully learning from them. She has a tendency to get overwhelmed in situations she's not used to but when she's familiar to a scenario she's an ace in the hole to anybody she's working with.

Emma is a trusting young woman. Seeing the best in people is what she's about. Sadly this means she at times sees good in people that clearly isn't there. Plus she thinks the Phantom Menace is the best Star Wars movie. She likes to collect stuffed animals, Funko Pops and cookie cutters.

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History

History: Born in Boise, Idaho to a loving family of 4, Emma loved fashion from a very early age. Little did she know she would be working for the biggest fashion firm in the nation alongside Cerise Baptiste... as her secretary, talent scout and gopher. Her current assignment is to... find potential men to fill in the ranks when some of her workhorses jumped ship to Hollywood.

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Extras

Character Quote: "How big are you...uh... sorry I mean how tall are you?"

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Jacob

"When shit hits the fan. I have to go clean it up..."

Age: 25
Birthday: 18 of February
Nationality: Australian
Ethnicity: Australian
Birth Place: Australia
Current Residence: Victoria, Melbourne, Docklands.
Gender: Male
Education: passed year 12 and got a bachelors in animal science.
Mortal Job: Trainee Zookeeper

Pantheon: Rain, Lightning and animals.
Height: 194cm
Weight: 230lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Jacob isn't much for keeping himself looking tidy, he'll shower and all that but he won't do things like comb his hair afterwards. you'll almost always see him in a white/brown/light green short sleeve shirt with similarly coloured shorts. He also has his trusty straw hat (closer to a fedora than a farmers hat.). He will spruce himself up on special occasion getting into a cheap suit and making his curly hair a little more presentable.

Psychology

Brave * Kind * Grumpy * Laid back

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single, despite his best efforts.

Personality: Usually rather irritable Jacob could easily be taken for a complete ass hat on first glance but that just him on a bad day, that being said most days are bad days. But if you watch him looking after the animals at the zoo it is easy to see his compassion and kindness. Talking to him just after he'd been in the elephant enclosure to give it a clean is ill advised. His mood would be almost as bad as the smell.

Outside of work he is actually super chilled out and very approachable, unfortunately free days are not all that common. He would love it if her didn't have a job and could just chill out with some mates all day, but he also loves the animals of the zoo and couldn't imagine leaving them. Jacob is also very bold, he'll walk up to someone and ask them out no problem, he'll even cop the rejection on the chin. He would probably buy himself a pity happy meal from McDonalds or something like that afterwards.

Habits: Cracking his knuckles. Jacob will constantly be cracking his knuckles and rolling his wrists, he doesn't know why he does it but he just does. Even if the sounds annoy others around.

Rubbing his moustache/beard. He just does it every now and then when nothing else is going on, it started out as a joke with some mates, and now it just sort of happens. Makes him look like some kind of cheap villain.

Making cutesy noises when playing with small cute animals. Jacob's brain sort of switches off momentarily in the presence of small fluffy animals. He'll start petting them while talking in a cutesy tone, he doesn't care if it makes him look like a wussy, he's the one petting the dog not the people judging him.

Hobbies: Video games. Jacob loves video games, getting to run around making demons explode with your fists or fighting giant dragons with an oversized sword. Doesn't matter Jacob can't get enough.

Boomerang throwing. A while back Jacob got a boomerang as a gift from his mother, he never knew why she got it for him, but after the car crash Jacob decided he should get some practice with it.

Fears: Heights terrify Jacob plain and simple, his composure will almost instantly evaporate if he is at a high enough point.

Drowning. While not opposed to getting into the water. Jacob struggles sticking his head under the water in unsupervised areas.

Fire makes Jacob uneasy, the mass destruction that fire can cause just makes Jacob shiver.

Likes:
Animals.
Spicy foods.
Rainy days.
Hard workers.
Playful personalities.
Boomerangs.

Dislikes:
Fecal matter, for obvious reasons.

People disrespecting animals and nature, things like calling animals stupid, animal abuse and littering are among his most disliked actions.

People complaining about the weather, most prominently when people complain about the rain.

Drama. People can't seem to get enough of drama, and Jacob wishes that wasn't the case. Even though the instances were Jacob is actually linked to the drama are rare. The were bad enough for him to despise it.

Drinking for the sake of getting balls out drunk drives Jacob through the roof. What's the point of drinking something so much just so you can't walk straight?

Reckless drivers.

Bio: Jacob had no idea of his powers for the longest time, it wasn't until after his parents died in a freak car accident that her found out about his abilities. After a good week of mourning their loss with his sister he dragged himself out off the house and went to a local park. It was late in the afternoon so nobody was about, perfect conditions to finally use a boomerang his mum got him. He wished he'd practised with it before she passed, but he felt he owed it to her. His farther told him it would be in his best interests to practice with it, his reason was "How many people actually know how to use one of these? Exactly basically nobody." turned out his parents could have had other motives.

So he arrived and started throwing the boomerang. He was awful. Couldn't even come close to catching the thing, he started to get really frustrated. And things only got worse, it started to rain, then things got a little more dangerous when lightning started jumping between the clouds. Then as he went to pick up his boomerang it got struck by a bolt of lightning and Jacob was sent flying. To his surprise he wasn't dead, and he was holding a lightning coated boomerang. This couldn't be possible, it had to be magic but does that mean that he was magic? Jacob was so confused, when he looked back down at the boomerang it was normal again. He was so shook by the event, his sister nagged at him trying to find out what was wrong. Eventually he told her. She didn't believe him, so on his next day off he took his sister out into the country and managed to replicate the phenomenon.

He's been practising and figuring out new things since then, him and his sister guessed that the parents probably knew about whatever it was that was going on. Of coarse they were not around to answer all these new questions. One of those questions being that what powers his sister had, if any. Life got a lot more interesting than before, shovelling shit to super powered person shovelling shit. Turns out he's the reason for Melbourne's sporadic weather as well. He's still working on control.

Family:
Mother (Samantha Hamilton) and farther (Jeff Hamilton) both died in a car accident a little over a year ago.
Sister (Sandra Hamilton) is still alive and frequently visits her older brother, to both catch up and learn more about his powers.

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Clay: Alcohol, brawls and inhibitions

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~ Details ~

Name: Clayton Radshaw
Age: 28
Birthday:17 September 1990
Nationality: Canadian
Ethnicity: Scandinavian / Unknown
Birthplace: Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Current Residence: London
Gender: Male
Education: Highschool
Mortal Job: Bartender
Pantheon: Booze, Brawls and inhibitions.

~ Description ~

Height: 183cm / 6'0"
Weight: 95kgs / 210lbs
Build:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: white/light tan
Distinguishable features: tattoos, tattoos everywhere.
Personal Style: simple and functional. Bare chest, Leather jacket, practical yet old jeans and boots. Lots of beard maintenance.

~ Psychology ~

Stubborn * Easy going * Impulsive * Friendly * Lazy

Sexuality: Hetro
Relationship status: Always somewhere between the last and the next.
Personality:Clay, while a bit rough-around-the-edges is pretty care free and easy going guy. He can be a little arrogant and over confident and extremely head strong and stubborn at times. He is pretty quick to resort to violence or at least threats, the strike first ask questions later type.
Character flaws aside he has a generally good heart and will make sacrifices for others. Behind his arrogance he doesn't really believe he is worth dirt, often denying his own happiness believing he must suffer for mistakes of the past. He's the kind of guy that trouble is attracted too.
Habits: Going to excess, procrastinating.
Hobbies: Working on motorbikes, Brewing alcohol, getting tatted.

Fears:
Commitment
Drowning
Alligators

Likes:

• Booze
• Babes
• Bikes
• Brawls
• Betting
• Kittens

Dislikes:

• Commitment
• Academics
• Rules/Laws
• Confined places
• Pineapple on pizza

bio:

Family: Alive and well, he just has little to no contact with them these days. His parents are quite young, as he was a teenage accident. An accident his true father didn't want to stick around for.
Almost for as long as he can remember he has had a step Father .A strict, controlling ex military man who is now part of the police force. They never saw eye to eye and argued or yelled often.

As a potentially prominent psychologist of her field, his Mother was a rather busy lady. His childhood was buried beneath her extensive study. Her career, her patients, always seemed to come before her own family.

Younger sister. His only sibling, 9 years younger than him they are not really close. He sends the odd msg or text but had moved away when she was only 8. Now 19 and nearly out of her teens, he makes a bit more of an effort as he feels bad for not doing so sooner. She is family and he doesn't even know her.

Theme Song:
"Made of Scars" by Stone Sour

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[Taytay]

Uriah

"Rise"

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Name: Uriah Collins
Age: 23
Birthday: August 22, 1993
Nationality: British/American Dual Citizenship
Ethnicity: British, and German
Birth Place: Oxford, England
Current Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada
Gender: Male
Education: Bachelors in Criminal Justice
Mortal Job: Police Officer

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Pantheon: Crime, Corruption, and Trickery
Height: 155cm/5'10
Weight: 165lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 11 tattoos, and 3 piercings.
Personal Style:

Uriah does his best to keep up with tha fashion approaprate for a 23 year old man. At work he can be seen with simple earings and a small nose ring, but when he is at home or out on the town, his tattoos are out and his metal is in. He dresses in an array of colors and wears out of pocket stuff all around: long coats, bolow ties, see-through shirts, LEATHER, and much more. He has a nack for pulling it all off. Soem tiems he does like to draw it back and keep it simple with a sweater and some jeans, but thast only on a rainy day. All in all, when you catch on the strip you know its him and for some reason you can't stop staring.

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Psychology

Playful ♠ Apathetic ♠ Decitful ♠ Prideful

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Uriah is the man the at the poker table with that soft smile and warm eyes that looks harmless. In actuality, he has been swindling people out their money all night and chuckling every time someone folds out and walks away with that mystified look on their faces. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing who does not really care for (actively tries to avoid) the pressing issue and important matters. Instead, he wants to play the games and beat around the bush, hoping to frustrate others and drive them closer to committing the immoral sins he loves so much.

When most speak to him he wears a bright smile that is laced with intentions (some good some bad) and he usually wants to talk about what the world could be instead of what it actually is. He is a daydreamer and will constantly nod off during important conversations, anything that is not important to him receives a lazy expression and a yawn. One thing he does love is a challenge, whether it be a game, a test, or some kind of physical challenge.

Habits:

• Biting his nails when nervous
• Running his hand through his hair, even pulling on it when he is stressed or anxious.
• He does bite his lip when a scheme has found its way into his head.

Hobbies:

• Gaming
• Partying
• Running
• Mmessing with people
• Reading
• Working part-time as a dealer

Fears:

• He has a fear of losing, this will cause him to sweat and shake a little. Defeat and failure, in general, make him cringe especially if he knew that he bit off more than he can chew. This fear is even worse if he planned to win but ended up failing anyway.
• Uriah has a fear of pain.
• Lastly he has a great fear of Lighting. For some reason, the booming sound and rumble just cause him to quake in his boots.

Likes:

• Video and Tangible Games
• Red Pandas
• Cars
• Bright Lights and Tall Buildings (Urban Environments)
• Winning
• Cute things (i.e stuffed animals, phone charms, bunnies)
• Suits (He looks good in them.)

Dislikes:

• People who resist their urges ("A life without sin is a life not worth living.")
• Hicks (Its the 21st century, get a phone)
• Pointless arguments that waste time
• Conservatives (Why live in the past?)
• Those who fake their emotions (he thinks they are weak)
• The Type-A personality
• Perfection (Uriah thinks there is nothing really perfect in this world)

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Bio:

Uriah was named after an angel, he was an accident who earned the right to share a name with something so holy simply by being born in a nunnery. His mother was a beautiful nun who lost her way one time and ended up getting pregnant. He was the living proof of her sin and she hated him for it, so his mother went out of her way to make sure he knew just how much he was loathed. His childhood was spent at a religious boarding school where he learned the true meaning of evil.

See what most don't realize is that if he had not been sent to that school he might have turned out differently. He learned what real evil looked like at that school, the school that followed the "Word" down to the last letter. They enacted strick marshal punishment for those who did not uphold their rules and since they had a reputation to uphold it meant that everyone better have been on their best behaviors. Uriah was a troublemaker out of the womb, playing small pranks, hiding important things, stealing money, but he never got in trouble for it. The boy was good, everyone knew he was responsible but had no proof, even his own mother had grown tired of his antics.

His teenage years brought on bigger stakes and even bigger rewards, and he started to pull other people into his schemes. One by one he corrupted 15 of his purest peers, turning there white little souls black as Obsidian. All he had to do was plant the seed and use that black thumb of his to cultivate the new plant he was growing with int he school. The group pulled off small crimes under his guidance, but as they neared adulthood they wandered out of his gaze and committed a grave offense; murder. His 15 black doves had killed the leading Father of their boarding school, all in Uriah's name. Calling him the "Black Angel of Truth" and covering the scene in drawings of wings (using the man's blood as paint), saying he had "freed their souls, and shown them the truth of this fucked up world." Meanwhile, Uriah just sat back and sipped his tea, the devotion, the crime, the lies, and control all went to his head, and he noticed that it was to easy. Like the words he fed them wrapped around their minds like a silk cloth and allowed Uriah to pull and tug at ease.

Only one of his boys to the fall for the crime, but he did so willingly and told the local authorities that he did it in the name of his god. That statement followed him to college in California, he knew The US was the perfect place to test out his "skill" and it worked again. He corrupted the already weak minds of Fraternity, and that word "God" continued to arise...Uriah liked the sound of it. To be a god of those who want to be bad, who want to flip the bird at the perfect white picket fence dream most people want to live in, was a desire he had to fill. In his mind, there was no better place to start his "work" than in Sin City itself.

Family: Uriah's only known living relative is his mother, Sister Mary Ann Harper (apparently she gave the Uriah his fathers last name). She is still a nun at his old boarding school in Oxford, the woman calls once a week and comes to visit him during the Holidays.

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Character Name

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Samson
Aliases: Samsam (only his daughters and Cerise called him this)
Age: 37
Gender: Male

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Appearance

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220
Build: Athletically muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Olive-esque
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None

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Psychology

Caring * Curious * Compassionate * Insightful * Nosy

Personality: Jack is a man who's nice... but at times too nice. He'll always ask how you're doing despite the fact at times he already knows the answer. He's very much a papa bear and if you mess with his twin daughters, you are dead. Or close to it. Cerise is on his mind more than most exes are, but Jack loved his wife far more than her regardless.

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History

History: Jack is Cerise's ex boyfriend from college. However Cerise left him when he took up boxing. Now he's retired, widowed and has twin daughters.

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Extras

Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by

This character is a WIP, NOT an example character.

[Sewer Rat]

Hider

"I don't want a quote"

Name: Ahab Baha ( Either Baha, Or Ahab)
Age: 27
Birthday:11/11/1991
Nationality: Brazil
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Saudi Arabia
Current Residence: At start: Los Angeles , California
Gender: Male
Education: Attending Orthopedic Surgeon, Now: Trying to get PHD in physics
Mortal Job: Attending; Now: Works for an Ablertsons part-time

Pantheon : Balance, Vengeance,
Height:5'11
Weight: 136.8
Eyes: Changes to Grey Outside, Changes to Black inside
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Taned
Personal Style: Easy, Anything in his drawers, mostly Black and blue shirts, and Jeans, usually wearing his grey combat boots

Psychology

Manipulative * Blunt * Talkative * Easy to get along * Cruel( In his own way)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: To Ahab, his best way of interaction is reading people, it is the most easy to read people when their emotional wards are down, like most of his patients. Either crying about how close to death their so 'cherished' loved one, or worrying if they are going to be okay. Reading people is easy for him, as he had to, making a quick buck as a kid. If you got to have a conversation with him, he would somehow have a lot to say with, 'How was your day?', though, he isn't great at detail.

At work, he likes to speak in monotone to piss off the patient's, though, if the victim dies, he wouldn't be ' Sorry Mrs.Whats-ya-face, I don't know how to say this.. but-' Ahab will just say it, ' Your son's dead, yay!' He would say in mock excitement, 'One less mouth to feed..'
Habits:
Slapping people; especially if they are an asshole
Being a Hypocrite
Hobbies:
Watching Anime
Going into an office, and mess up an OCD person's cubical
H MART
Fears:
Snakes
(An SAO 3)
Cough Drops
Coffee
Fucking Cats

Likes:
Anime
Wine
Asian food
Mochi ice cream
Tigers
Reading
Puppies
Dislikes:
Baal jokes, mostly about himself
Dogs, big ones.
Terrorists, just generally all of them.
People that try to hard
Studying
Hipsters

Bio: In the beginning.... nothing really abnormal happened in Ahabs life, named Ahab because their parents thought it was funny, though the more he thinks about it, it seemed like his dad was high at that time...

Not much is known in his childhood, as it was normal, or TOO normal.Though that was werid, nothing abnormal happened in his life, as if, it was in total balance, ever sense he was born, the parents quit drink and smoking, and had one terrible job that pays low, and a Hugely great job with high pay, his father is drowning in debt while his mother get's free things from her old college friends.

Starting at 3rd grade, he saw some random kid get pushed, someone stole who's cookie? And Ahab, having no idea why, shoved the other kid into a sandbox, getting in trouble for this ' Roughhousing' , asked why he answered bluntly, " 'Cause I felt like it." And it was true, something inside him told him to push him back.. He got most in trouble though, as he kept on keeping chaos in his class, being in the office was a regular thing for him. but, beside all that trouble, he graduated early at 15

He only considered on him being a god when he moved to Baltimore, somehow, his neighborhood, and his college, was in balance, 50/50 Male, Female and when someone in the city is born, someone dies on that day. He didn't notice until he was playing some shooter game, and some 12 year old kid say "Woah! Your a god BRO!" And it hit him, all the evidence shoved into his brain. During his years of residence, he tried to use his 'powers' but the best he could do was, well nothing, he could do anything, so he continued his life, with the secret that his is an god, a fucking GOD!

Now, as he began to mature, his powers began to grow, noticing this as he walked along the beach, a little kid was staring hungrily at a huge cupcake, and found a 5 dollar bill. Instead of buying that cupcake, he gave it to a homeless man, near some bike racks, as Ahab smiled warmly, thinking on how he should have a reward, the kid trips and finds a gold bar! And that was where the kid's parents came in, looking at the bar, and began to holler, Ahab was confused yet impressed, What luck, he said. But as some time passed, while he was mopping the floor, he stopped and though about that boy. He realized that it was HIS doing, and he only chuckled, and continued to mop the floor.

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@Hippo Out of curiousity who is that faceclaim? she looks familiar