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Jonas Highwind/Son of Ares

Jonas Highwind

"You can set a good example that you don't have to throw blows or be belligerent to get your point across." -"Iron" Mike Tyson

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Personal Information

Name:
Jonas William Highwind

Nickname:

The Viper, The Champ, The Technician, Chuck LeFuck

Birth Date:
August 27

Age:
20

Gender:
Man.

Sexuality:

Cute Tomboys
Straight as an arrow.

In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:

Clocking in at six foot three, and a healthy, athletic, and musclebound two hundred and twenty pounds, Jonas is a solid and powerful young man. Even without the boons granted to him by his ancestry, he is undoubtedly close to peak condition for a man of his age and size, and owns both speed and power. Contrary to popular belief, the two are far from mutually exclusive (in fact, you could argue them being closely linked). Has a generally strong facial structure, with sharp brown eyes. The beard game is potentially powerful, but rarely is allowed to grow out to more than stubble. Carries himself with confidence and poise, no matter what he may feel internally. Surprisingly good smile.

Clothing Style:

The name of the game is casual wear. Tees, shorts, jeans, sneakers, hoodies, underarmor, basically all he needs to know is the weather and he'll build his clothing choices around it. Very occasionally will bust out a collared shirt. Likes his shirts red, apparently.

Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Martial Arts
• Video Games
• Lifting
• Paleontology (Dinosaurs are fucking cool)
• Stories in General (anime, manga, television, roleplay, pro wrestling, mythology, anything goes.)
• Long Drives with good music
• Food
• Cooking
• Sparring
• Dark Souls
• Just being one of the gang, and a reliable one at that.
• Rooting for the underdog
• Any of the above, with friends
• Cute girls

Dislikes:

• Feeling Idle
• Dishonesty
• Betrayal
• Extremism in general
• Math
• Those lacking in humility
• Floyd Mayweather
• Crossfit
• People who try to sell Crossfit
• The 12-6 elbow Rule and Knees to the head of a "grounded" opponent rule under the Unified Rules of Mixed Martial Arts
• That one judge who scored it 49-46 for Jon (GUSTAFSSON WON THE FIRST THREE ROUNDS)
• Dark Souls 2
• Anyone under his care getting hurt.

Fears:

• Losing Important things
• Not Being Good Enough
• Actually asking cute girls out instead of just sticking to idle chatter
• Probably Grizzly Bears

Habits:

• Foot-tapping
• Scratching the back of the head
• Abusing phone's internet browser

Personality:

♦ Hotblooded ♦ Diligent ♦ Loyal ♦ Jocular

Smarter than the av-er-age bear. While at first, being the son of the god of war might bring up images the typical meatheaded, boorish, jock to end all jocks, Jonas is surprisingly... normal in temprament. While not the smartest guy in the world by any means, he's far from stupid, and is easily as articulate as any other demigod in the academy. Perhaps owing to a lifelong background in martial arts, he's far from your typical blowhard, instead staying easygoing and cordial in day to day interactions. Hell, sometimes he can even be downright polite. However, this isn't to say, by any means, that he's a complete anomaly.

Respects strength in any form, of body, of character, of will, you name it, if it's strong, he likes it. Admires great warriors, and is absolutely enthralled whenever given the opportunity to learn of them and their methods. Seriously, if you ask him who his favorite author is, he'll probably either namedrop Jack Slack or Connor Ruebusch. While neither being Athenian nor particularly displaying an extreme aptitude for strategics, what he is is a thinking fighter, a veritable sponge when it comes to techniques and the tactics of their implementation. He may not be the best general in the world even amongst his brethren, but he does a hell of a job at getting his hands dirty.

He's one of those guys that manages the duality of being both laid-back and simultaneously brimming with a quiet intensity, less a volcano waiting to blow its top and more the purring engine of a high-end sports car. Sure, once he gets hype, he gets hype, but until then?

It's the calm before the storm.

Wait, shit, that's more a Zeus kinda line...

Background:
Raised by a single mom, Jonas was stuck from a very young age into a nearby martial arts program, just as much to give him something to do while she worked her three jobs as it was to teach him discipline and keep him out of trouble. While throwing you kid at a karate school is always a crapshoot at best given the variety of factors involved, the young Highwind boy took to the martial arts like a fish does to water, always looking forward to his mom getting off of work and being able to take him to the studio after school each day. Especially since, while the discipline did come after a time (along with healthy doses of age and experience), the trouble at school was much, much harder to shake. Despite being a decent enough kid, Jonas always found himself getting into brawls in the classroom, at lunch, behind the playground; anywhere was free game. It wasn't that he started them or sought them out, either. It was like fighting was drawn to him much as he was to the art involved in it. Never one to start a scuffle, he tried to keep to himself, but 99 times out of a 100, he did find himself ending them.

Such was life.

While school and such was hell in a handbasket, he often found refuge in the community of the martial arts studio, growing from a competent, studious little kid into a respected, knowledgeable young man, becoming a mentor as well as a student to those that came after him. Life had begun to turn around: he had more confidence, he was helping his mother tremendously with the new source of income, he even was starting to pick his grades back up--

And then Dad showed up, and everything got flipped-turned upside down.

One long, weird talk later, and he was the son of the Greek God of War, going to be sent off to Olympus Academy, and was a demigod walking amongst mortals. And hey, Dad's really, truly is sorry he can't be there for you or your sister, but those shits in the middle east have been keeping him so damn busy these days.

What the fuck, man?
Extra:

Poseidon's a G.

Godly Information

Godly Parent:

Ares

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Rather hands-off, and out of necessity as opposed to any real lack of willingness. Turns out, with all the conflicts the world's constantly going through, Ares is a busy son of a bitch. The two are amicable enough, but there's a definite air of awkwardness between them whenever put in the same room, a byproduct of the unfortunate distance between the two. Nonetheless, Ares has always found a way to, if nothing else, at least keep an eye on the boy, even if he can't always be there for him, and he is proud of him for sticking to his guns in the face of life. It's a rough world out there.

He of all beings would know.

Godly Abilities:

Impregnable Defense, Impetuous Style -- Call it a cheat code for the human body. In battle, Jonas's already considerable athleticism and durability skyrocket, soaring to outright inhuman levels of strength, speed, agility, reaction times, and toughness. Consider the difference between a man in his athletic prime versus himself, twenty, thirty years down the road. Now give him steroids and probably crack. Now apply all these factors to the physical stats of, say, Spider-Man. Scary stuff, right? Son of the God of war, people, he's going to be a physical beast.

The Drums of War -- When listening to a particularly hype piece of music in the background, he gains an additional boost in physicality, as well as a decreased sense of fear. For example, while he may stick and move in one instance, if the right song's playing he'll get downright crazy, trying to pull off flashier and flashier techniques.

Martial Improv / You don' wan trabble -- Has a strange, almost Jackie Chan-esque knack for being able to turn whatever random thing he has in his hands into an effective weapon, anything from a suitcase to a ladder to a spoon to even a feather pillow. Not babies, though.

Those he has to work around.

[Onarax]

Zaheen Ibrahim/Hephaestus

Zaheen Ibrahim

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn." -Benjamin Franklin

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Personal Information

Name:
Zaheen Ibrahim

Nickname:
Zaheen

Birth Date:
November 4

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual, although he’s a bit too focused on learning to pay attention.

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Zaheen is relatively tall for his age, standing at a height of 6’ 2’’, however unlike many of the Academy’s more endowed students, Zaheen possesses little muscle on that tall frame. Indeed, he is as skinny as one gets without being anorexic. That isn’t to say Zaheen is out of shape, but he definitely won’t be winning any athletic competitions. His head consists of medium length straight black hair, which is normally kept neatly combed. However it is has been known on occasion to turn into a bit of a mess. His face often has a five o’clock shadow, mostly due to forgetfulness than anything else. In short, Zaheen is rather average in appearance, which, considering his father, is probably a blessing from his mother. He generally has a rather relaxed posture, accompanied by a perpetual smile and is always fascinated by the many things around him.

Clothing Style:
Zaheen was never one to care about clothing and thus his focus is on simplicity. As long as something is comfortable and cheap, he will wear it. Whether it be jeans, t-shirts, jackets, etc; practicality, affordability, and comfort are the only factors that matter. That said there is a surprising amount of green in his wardrobe

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Learning
• Engineering
• Building
• Tinkering
• Teaching
• Cheering people up
• Cooking
• Stories, be that in games, anime, books, movies, etc.
• Challenging himself
• Superheroes
• Writing
• Helping
• Learning
• Did I mention learning?

Dislikes:

• People being forced into things they dislike
• People being unable to follow their dreams
• Busy work
• Not being able to learn
• Hate
• Suicide

Fears:

• Being unable to learn
• The loss of friends
• The loss of family

Habits:

• Disassembling and then reassembling things
• Pointing out fallacies
• Tinkering with something in his hands

Personality:

♦ Curious♦ Kind Hearted♦ Honest♦ Optimistic

Zaheen’s true love has always been in learning, he loves to learn solely for the pure joy. Hence systems of busy work and pointless memorization, have always confused him. What use is there in reciting a textbook definition when the same concept can be understood and applied in simpler terms? Which is another thing Zaheen greatly enjoys partaking in, applying his knowledge to new machines and devices. He loves taking things apart, so he can put them back together even better. He loves learning about new devices and ideas, so that can create new marvels. At the end of the day, much of Zaheen’s curiosity and intelligence seems to find a practical end, even if his studies were theoretical.

Zaheen is also extremely kind hearted, always wishing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He often lends a hand to others with their work, before even starting his own. He sees a certain level of virtue in assisting others in any way he can. Much of this belief stems from a steady diet of heroic stories, in particular the many superhero stories Zaheen grew up reading. He would love to one day find a way to best apply his gifts towards the helping of others, but is a little unsure of whether he has the physical talent to pull it off. Still, despite his own difficulties, Zaheen firmly believes in helping others follow their dreams, and preventing them from being pushed into paths not of their own volition.

He is also incredibly honest, some might even say to a fault. He is generally unafraid to speak his mind, and when asked about his personal feelings he will always answer truthfully. Bending the truth is one thing, but flat out lying is something he can not abide by. He believes that conducting himself at the highest standard of virtue, requires a degree of honesty so that one might build up a respectable trust with others. There is little to be gained in the long term after all, from deceit, malice, and lies.

Finally Zaheen tries to remain optimistic even in the most troubling of times, often whispering to himself to not be afraid, that everything will be all right. Growing depressed and pessimistic is to Zaheen a worthless endeavour, for the heart scares easily and thus it has to be made a fool. That, Zaheen believes, is how one can muster the courage to face the future. Thus no matter the odds, no matter the difficulties he might face, Zaheen will always face tomorrow with a bright smile on his face and firm belief that a solution can be found.

Background:
Born in America to immigrants from Pakistan, Zaheen always assumed that he was but another offspring of first generation immigrants. Even his father’s frequent business trips failed to set off any alarms due to how hard all immigrants had to work just to make it to America. Thus Zaheen grew up immersed in two cultures and a mastery of two languages. Indeed, Zaheen always had a loving relationship with both his parents. When his father was home, the two of them would often work on machines around the house, or watch episodes of Nova and Ken Burn’s documentaries. It was his father who fanned the flames of Zaheen’s intense love for learning and encouraged Zaheen to learn even when he was away on his many business trips.

It was his mother that spoiled Zaheen with tales of heroism. Each night she would read Zaheen stories about daring heroics from brave underdogs. She fostered Zaheen’s love for books, movies, comics, tv shows, anime, video games, and all other forms of media. She also instilled in Zaheen the notion that everything in this world deserves respect, and that he should always take the time to help others. That Zaheen should not only follow his own dreams, but help others follow theirs, all while keeping a big smile across his face.

Unfortunately Zaheen’s normal life was brought to an end when his mother passed away. His father, as usual, had been away on a business trip, only returning in time to see her pass away. It was then, knowing that the charade could continue no longer, that Hephaestus revealed himself. Still in disbelief from his mother’s death, a shocked Zaheen had a hard time at first believing him, instead rationalizing it all as a wacky dream. He had after all recently watched that documentary on world mythologies, it was far more reasonable to assume that this was all a product of his hyperactive imagination.

Yet eventually, Hephaestus was able to convince Zaheen that none of this was a dream. With the few days the God had before his next departure, he taught Zaheen about his Godly gifts and what it meant to be a Demigod. As Zaheen, only 16, was too young to properly accompany his father on his Godly duties, he was instead moved to Olympus Academy, for Hephaestus believed it to be a far better alternative to any orphanage. However before they separated, for what was sure to be a long time, Hephaestus promised Zaheen that one day he would take him under his wing to see the realms of Gods and Legends.

Zaheen still eagerly awaits the day he is old enough and mature enough to join his father. However in the meantime, he has immersed himself in the many offerings of Olympus Academy, taking every possible opportunity to learn more. Which, due to his status living on campus, is pretty much every second. In addition, Zaheen has stayed in touch with his father, who often sends him gifts during the holidays. All in all, Zaheen continues to follow his mother’s teachings as he enters the future with a bright smile.

Extra:
This is a tough one, do I have to pick a Greco-Roman god for that matter? Cause dudes like Lugh are also pretty awesome. Plus is there a reason I can’t pick a monotheistic route like Allah? I’ll have to get back to you on this one.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hephaestus, God of the Smithery, Fire and Artisans.

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Unlike many of the Children at Olympus Academy, Zaheen has always had a great relationship with his father. The two of them have worked on many projects over the years, which, although Zaheen now realizes Hephaestus probably could have solved with his eyes closed, always served as a collective learning experience. Even now, at Olympus Academy where there communication has become less frequent, Hephaestus often sends Zaheen new books and small machines to tinker with.

Godly Abilities:
Rinascimento - Zaheen is able to intuitively understands a machine just by taking it apart once, effectively allowing him to rebuild and improve it.
The First Law - Much like his father, although understandably weaker, Zaheen can imbue small objects of his own creation, no larger than an action figure, with the ability to move on their own.
Legacy of Vulcan - His father’s control over fire also prevents Zaheen from being hurt by high temperatures or fires.

[AlteredTundra]

Jeremiah Howard Tomers, Son of Demeter

Jeremiah Howard Tomers

”I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It‘s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone." -Robin Williams(RIP)

”My entire life has been an uphill battle. There have been times where I wished I could die, but I know that would be even worse than my worst nightmare. I know that I can‘t rest until I find my sister. Maybe once I do, I can find that feeling of happiness that I‘ve been missing for so long.” - Jeremiah Howard Tomers

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Personal Information

Name:

Jeremiah Howard Tomers

Nickname:

Goes by Jay

Birth Date:

12/7/97

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Undecided

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:

In terms of build, Jay has what could only be described as an athletic build. His muscle mass, while not exceeding the example of fit, has an obvious definition that comes from daily exercise. Now, that‘s not saying he lifts weights constantly, but he does keep a healthy lifestyle. This might stem from him being a chef and wanting to keep his body healthy or just might be his enjoyment of working out. Whichever the case may be, he definitely has a body of than of an athlete. His height comes to just two inches short of six feet. His weight has an even 170lbs to it, which is just right considering his height and body type.

With skin as creamy as caramel, Jay looks rather exotic. Despite him being American-born, his mixture of tanned skin and his own genetics take dominance. Added to that, he has rather long, dark brown hair that is silky-smooth to the touch. It comes down to his shoulders. Sometimes he keeps it in a ponytail just so it’s not in the way. Though, that’s only because he cooks and having hair in food is a big no-no. Otherwise, he keeps it down in its natural form. His eyes share the same shade as his mother and that’s lush green -- the same kind of shade of meadows and spring grass. It might be a bit unnatural, especially for a man like Jay, but that’s the demigod within him coming through.

Clothing Style:

A man of simple, comfortable tastes. Jay‘s fahsion sense usually revolves around long-sleeve shirts of neutral colors(grays, whites, and blacks), jeans of blue and black, and several jackets of various makes. He has leather jackets, sweater jackets, hoodies, blazers, and pretty much any kind of jacket one could think of. His shoes are just simple walking shoes. He has a few pairs, but nothing really remarkable about them. They are simply made for walking and that‘s what they do. Those shoes of his walk all over the ground.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• The punk rock music scene
• Cooking(now that he actually had time to do it for fun and not as a forced job from his father)
• Reading
• Learning new things about himself
• Sleeping
• Smelling the aromas of the many spices in the world. His favorite is Cumin and Nutmeg.
• Keeping his body healthy with daily exercise.

Dislikes:

• People who judge others before they know who they are and what‘ they‘re like.
• being forced to do something that he doesn‘t want to do.
• Unusually happy and positive people.
• Snow. Put simply, it‘s a crop-killer.
• Country music.

Fears:

• That he‘ll be judged for how he was before he found out of being a Demigod.
• Not finding his sister.
• ending up alone and with no one to remember him.

Habits:

• Spacing out when he‘s thinking about his writing or his next recipe.
• Playing the air guitar when listening to music.
• Moving his head and neck when he’s bored.
• Suffers from Restless Leg Syndrome, so he‘s always shaking his legs when he‘s idly sitting, even if he‘s in his own apartment.

Personality:

♦ Passionate ♦ Reserved ♦ Creative ♦ Goal-Oriented

Jay wears his emotions and everything that revolves around them on his sleeve. What this means is that, more often then not, he’s a feeler. He does not usually guard himself well when it comes to emotional attacks or emotional stability. Due to that, he is often reserved and private. In other words, he keeps to himself and only shares the bare minimum. Due to what has happened in his life, from how his father treated him and how all of the expectations were piled high on top of him and how he became to know about himself, Jay has found it better than he doesn’t share most of his life story with everyone. Additionally, there’s something inside him that he feels that people would misinterpret about himself and as a result, judge him before they got to know the real Jeremiah.

Despite everything and all that he tried to turn away from himself, Jay found himself to be a rather good cook. Perhaps that’s his mother coming through or perhaps it’s a bit of both her and his father. Whichever the case, Jay has found himself, in the years he has been away from his father and step-mother , that he has a rather creative side to him. Combined with a vivid imagination of how to utilize ingredients with a strong sense of compassion for taste buds, he can use his creativity to resolve the most common human challenge: hunger. He‘s found that he enjoys finding out the perfect recipe that could quite possibly end up being the best one ever to be forged from a chef‘s mind.

Passionate about what he believes to be right for him, Jay pursues the goal of becoming the best chef ever with a conviction and energy that has even caught his professors off-guard. He has even rocked the boat of the culinary side of the Academy a few times. It might be something that not most understand, but they respect it. Though his passion is dually noted throughout everyone, he has a poor patience for routine maintenance. This leaves him with little options to let off steam. Due to this, he always burns himself out sometimes and often gets into “moods” that makes him the bane of any social gathering.

Speaking of respect, there has been a lot of talk about Jay having such a goal-oriented side that it has gotten the respect of most of the professors, even the headmasters. He‘s so altruistic in his beliefs and he takes the actions to make sure they succeed that he will do anything that he can that they advance. If not for his sake, then for the sake of others and for it be pushed towards the world. Or at least,t hat‘s his goal. However, that could potentially work against him due to him sometimes being a perfectionist, especially when cooking. He can get so wrapped up in making the perfect recipe that he always criticizes himself, which in turn makes him second-guess himself and what he‘s doing. As one could see, it‘s a very counterproductive trait to have, but he cannot help it sometimes.

Background:

Coming from a Jewish and Spanish household, Jay could definitely say that his life was average at least. His father was a restaurant chef at a Jewish Deli-- one of the best in Las Vegas. His food was highly regarded among high-ranking, political figures from all over the world, celebrities, performers on the Vegas Strip, and pretty much anyone who could recognize great food. His stepmother, who has full Spanish blood running through her veins, had a career in Culinary Business and Marketing. Of course, it could be well assumed that her and Jay‘s father ran the business together with his father doing the cooking while his mother handled the business side of things. And it seemed to work for them since it, to this day, keeps on running strong.

All of his life, Jay was known as the son of the great chef, Howard Tomers. He was always being put in situations where the expectations of him following his dad in his footsteps by possibly, one day, taking over the family business. He was always being pushed into the culinary field. It was either taking cooking classes during middle school or taking the advanced classes in high school. To normal kids, cooking would have been a passion they chose. For Jay, it was forced on him much like how one forces a child to sit down and finish all of their food.

And he hated every bit of it.

Jay hated how he was forced to get into cooking. He wasn‘t all that good at it. He never enjoyed doing it and he was never the kind to know when to stop seasoning. Or perhaps, he never brought himself to attempt to like it. Perhaps he didn‘t want to be good at it just so he could spite his parents. Or maybe, he just didn‘t have any talent for it. Whatever the case may be, he knew it wasn‘t for him. When he would tell his parents about it, they went off on him like most parents who were angry with their only child would be; cursing and screaming and lecturing followed.

How long had was it? Thirty minutes? Sixty minutes? Jay had lost count. At the point of the hour mark, he had stopped caring what they were saying. He stopped caring for what they felt about his decision. He just didn’t care about how, despite him being brave in saying he didn’t want to become a chef, they kept yelling at him. He just didn’t care anymore. And that’s why, when they were all done with him and he was sent to his room for the night, Jay just left. Of course, he waited until they were both asleep. After that, he left. Jeremiah Howard Tomers ran away from home.

“Where did he go?” they probably thought.

“How could he do this to us?” was what Jay thought they would be thinking when they realized he was gone. Oh how he wished he could be there in the room when they found that his bed was empty. It was void of his body, void of his being. Most of his clothing was packed tightly into a duffle bag he had. It was a dark grey one. It was the one that his uncle had bought him last year for his sweet sixteen. It was one of those kinds that was the real deal. It was the kind of bag that athletes use to pack their shit. Ideally, it was to be used for sports gear, not for running away and packing all of your clothes into it. Oh well, at least he didn’t have to carry them in plastic bags.

The air of the Las Vegas night was as dry and as humid as Jay remembered. During the summer, it had always been like this and during the summer, it was the driest of the entire year. Just walking in it would give any man(or woman) sweat like that of an athlete. Still, it was better than his parents berating him each time they got a chance to.

By the time the sun came out and no doubt his parents were aware of his disappearance, Jay was already out of Las Vegas. He hightailed on the back of a truck and was en-route to Canada. He wanted nothing to do with his parents no longer. He didn’t want to deal with their yelling and screaming. He didn’t want to deal with the crazy-high expectations that were placed on him or how they didn’t care about his needs. He just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. And so he did. About fifty miles away from the Canadian border, the truck stopped. The driver told him that this was as far as he went, leaving Jay at the edge of a fifty mile trail through a forest of trees. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do.

About a third into the forest and Jay ended up getting lost. He went north, south, east, west, and couldn’t find where he had began. He couldn’t tell where the forest began and where it ended. He couldn’t tell whether or not if he was making distance or losing it. There was no indication that he was any closer to getting out than when he initially got lost. Just as he began to think that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.

From behind him, a shadowy figure wearing clothing as pitch black as a moonless night. In his hands two swords the length of his arm that had a slightly curved blade. They had a silver gleam that had a reflection of the full-moon out. This figure roared with a deep, almost monster-like growl. It sounded like a male, but Jay couldn’t be sure. What he was sure of was that this person was coming at him with a downward, vertical slice with both of the swords. Jay dodged the first one and took to the opposite direction, but the second one caught his left arm, cutting through the leather jacket he had on.

Running away, Jay constantly looked back to see if the person was still following him. He was and Jay kept his motion in the opposite direction. It got to the point that he looked behind once more and the assassin was gone. This caused Jay to stop to take a breather. About a minute later, the assassin showed itself from above Jay. He had been waiting in the branches. Jay looked up terrified as the black-clothed assassin came down for another vertical slash. He covered his head with his arms, awaiting death to come to him.

He waited and waited, but it didn’t come. Jay peered through his arms and saw the figure just three feet above him, his swords two less than that. He stepped back and tripped over one of the tree roots in the ground. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. The assassin was being held in midair by branches that had extended from the trees. He was seeing things. He had to have been. There wasn’t a logical explanation for this.

“Oh Jeremiah..” A concerned, female voice called out. Now he was hearing things. Great, that’s just fucking great. “Is life that bad for you that you had to run away from a stable home?” The voice said again, this time asking him a question.

“What is happening? I’m heairng things.” Jeremiah would say, responding to both his own worries and that of the voice.

“You are not hearing things. Look up,”

And there, he saw the unimaginable. An image of what Jay could only describe as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the most beautiful dark-auburn hair and her skin as fair as the clouds that float above in the daytime. She had green eyes that reminded him of a lush, green field of grass. She had a light green dress on.

“You’re shitting me, right?” That’s all he could mouth out.

“I see you share your father’s sailor tongue,” The woman laughed.

“My father? You know him?” Jay said, dumbfounded.

She laughed again. “Of course I do, my ripe plum.” She said.

Jay looked at her. He said nothing, but that last thing she said, “Ripe plum? But only my mother calls me that…” No, she couldn’t be. There was no way. Jay couldn’t believe it. “There’ s just no way…is there?” He asked her, half-afraid to know. The fear could be heard in his voice.

“Do not be afraid,” She said, trying to calm his fear, “You are right in thinking what you’re thinking, Jeremiah.” She told him, “I am indeed your mother, Demeter, The Goddess of the Harvest.” She said, lowering the image of herself to his level.

“This is unreal,” Jay really had no words for this. He truly was speechless. “So what does this make me? Some kind of weird, mutant-demigod ?” Half-joking, Jay felt he had to ask.

Demeter giggled, “mutant? No, but you are indeed a demigod — a being of both god and mortal blood.” She said.

“Wow, this is just too surreal.” Jay said, pacing a bit, “wait until I tell dad. I bet he’ll be surprised as fuck.” He said lowly, but Demeter heard him.

“Actually, he already knows.” She told Jay, to his surprise of course.

“What?” He said simply. “Why didn’t he tell me then?” He asked Demeter.

“He couldn’t. I told him not to.” She said.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Jay asked Demeter in a raised voice.

“It was not his place. You had to find out for yourself.” She said.

Suddenly, Jay’s persona switched into anger, “and what about all of the crap he was giving me about becoming a chef? Was that your doing? Or was that him trying to control my life even more then he had been?” Jay asked angrily.

“I understand your anger. I will take full responsibility for whatever pain that might have been an indirect cause of my doing, but please do not blame your father. He took it very hard when I had to leave you two.” she told him.

“What do you mean? When did you exactly leave?” COnfused, Jay asked her.

“After your sixth birthday,” she said.

“Why didn’t you stay? It could have worked. Dad would have made it work.” Jay told her, his voice elevated once more, but this time out of desperate sadness.

“It couldn’t be helped. Your father couldn’t have done anything. I stayed far too long than allowed, but I did cause I loved him so,” she smiled gently as she smoke, lowering her hand to her son’s crying eyes. “My plum, do not cry. You are so full of life when you smile. Let that be what brings you solace about all of this and do not fret. I will always watch over you. Even if you do not see or hear from me, know this: you are always in my heart and should you need it, my strength is your strength. All you need to do is look within your precious heart.” Her voice trailed off in a majestic way.

A golden light surrounded Jay. It was as if the floral essence itself was covering and comforting him. He could hear his mother’s voice inside mind and felt her embrace as the light completely surrounded him. Within seconds, it faded and he was in front of his house. Much to his surprise, he saw his father, but his eyes went to the sky. He knew somewhere out there, his mother was watching him. A tear fell from his right eye as he smiled.

And thus began the longest and most calm-filled conversation between Jay and his father. Jay told him how he almost died from some assassin and that his mother, the Goddess of the Harvest saved him. Hearing that brought such a joy-filled smile to his face. It was the first time that Jay had seen his father smile so naturally. It was like hearing that Jay met his real mother put to rest any anger he might have felt before. It was as if everything else was moot. But for some reason, his father had a sad look on his face. When Jay inquired, his father revealed why.

And that’s what brought Jay to the Olympus Academy(in more reasons than one). The first being the most obvious and that was to go to a school that catered to kids like him. It was a school for the Demigods. One that had such a rich history of demigods throughout the years. Rumor had it that the first children of the great gods founded that school and for many centuries following it, it housed generations upon generations of Demigods. The other reason Jay agreed to go there was something that his father told him and that was that he could possibly have a little sister -- one that was said to have a kind heart. Jay’s father didn’t know much other than speculation, so of course Jay doesn’t know her name or what she looks like. He hoped that, by going to the Academy, he might run into her.

Extra:

My favorite god is, coincidentally, Apollo haha.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:

Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest.

Relationship With Godly Parent:

They have what could only be described as a decent start. When she first came to him after saving his life, Demeter explained why she was away and what exactly happened. At first, Jay didn’t understand or accept why she left. Even when he finally got home after that, he still harbored some resentment towards her. He did as she said, though. He didn’t blame his father -- he blamed her. Perhaps he still does, but less than he did at the time. He has grown to forgive her and knows that she watches over him. Perhaps one day they might have a loving relationship like that of what mothers and sons should have, but that probably won’t be anytime soon.

Godly Abilities:

I Hear Plant People
An odd ability, but one that makes him unique. Jay has the unheard-of ability to literally hear the plants’ thoughts as if they were living beings. He can hear them speak to him, he can hear what they feel when people chop down their bretheren. He can hear when they’re sad, happy, angry. Their thoughts fill his mind as if it were a vacuum sucking up dust from under the couch of a home.

He hears everything and in turn, he gains knowledge of plants. He gains the knowledge that allows him to be wary of what plants are poisonous and which are harmless. He gains the knowledge of which plants can be used to make remedies for poisons, which could be used in food, and if necessary, which could be used to kill. All of this is possible because of his blood shared with Demeter, because he has the same genes as she does.

Father Always Said I Would Be Good At It
And he was right. Jay did become good at it. Well, that’s an understatement. Jay is not good at cooking, he’s GREAAAAAAT! He can cook up pretty much anything and make it into something fabulous. Got any leftovers? He can make a five-star dish out of it. Want him to do something about that nasty soft drink filled with chemicals? Say hello to a marinated steak with it. Pretty much anything you give him or request him to make and it’s almost guaranteed that Jay can make something out of it and something great at that.

This is a skill he gained from both of his parents. His father’s a renowned chef in the Las Vegas area and his mother is the Goddess of the Harvest. Obviously the cooking, green thumb runs in his bloodline. Perhaps more so than anyone known to existence, so it’s no wonder he’s wickedly talented at cooking up food. It’s just, before he found out he was a demigod, he had no interest in it. After that, however, he was all about that shit.

Now That‘s One Bright Light
Ever since that fateful day his mother saved him, Jay has felt different. It’s as if something inside him awoke from its deep slumber and took hold of him like nothing ever before. This “thing” inside him was the light that surrounded him before. It wasn’t his mother that did it, not all of it that is. It was him and all him. It was the floral essence from the trees surrounding him that called to his inner-desire to go home. It was his inner-light that wanted to be awoken and so it did. Jay awoke it with his heart and his emotions to go home.

While he calls it simply “His Light”, the professors had gave it the proper name of Flora Energy Manipulation. They said that it draws the natural energy emitted from the plants and allows whoever calls for it to manipulate as they see fit. For one to use it, their heart has to be pure and untainted by the evils of the world. Jay didn’t understand it at first, but as he came to be informed about his power, he soon realized that it was more than just what he thought. He came to be able to manipulate in such ways that it allowed him to create beam-like attacks of floral energy, surround himself in an aura of floral energy, and be able to form several construct of floral energy.

Though limited in what he can do at one time, Jay is starting to fully understand that his power is great and that his mother is to thank. She gave him this gift. Perhaps it could help him in his quest to finally find his younger sister that he originally came to the academy for.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Peter Sköjare - Athena

Peter Caddoc Sköjare

"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." - J. Robert Oppenheimer

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Personal Information

Name:
Peter Caddoc Sköjare

Nickname:
Doc, Einstein, the guy with the weird last name.

Birth Date:
27th September

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Peter stands at 6’2, with broad shoulders and a wiry frame. He is fairly muscular, but it isn’t too obvious or obtrusive at first. Until he takes his shirt off, that is.
He sports a handsome face with a broad jaw, usually covered in stubble as he prefers to not shave until it’s been growing for a good couple of days. It may grow even longer if he’s particularly tired, or has be solving problems night after night. When the stubble is short, you can see he has two dimples that appear when showing off his winning smile, a smile which lights up his entire face. Peter’s eyes are the bright blue of icy glaciers, which can become as warm as a summer’s day, or as cold as ice depending on his mood; as is common for those with blue eyes.
His hair is fairly short, kept tidy for the most part, and a dark chestnut color. It gains a golden taint when he’s been out in the sun for a while.
Although mostly clear, there are various scars (Some small, some a little more obvious) over his hands and body from past scuffles and ‘educational endeavours’, as he likes to call them.

Clothing Style:
When it comes to fashion, Peter isn’t particularly hung up on labels. As long as it’s good quality and looks good on him; which, coincidentally, means he has to buy designer clothes. He’s rarely seen out of his usual jeans, which are either blue, dark blue, grey or black. Obviously he has things like sweatpants for working out, and swimming trunks and whatnot. Also owns some dress trousers should the occasion arise to wear them. In terms of tops, he likes to keep it plain and simple. Cotton t-shirts with sleeves of varying lengths depending on the weather, jumpers and turtlenecks for colder weather in either cotton or cashmere (He can’t abide wool – way too itchy!), all in neutral colours like white, grey, black, and varying shades of blue. Again, has some plain button up shirts for nice occasions, and a dress jacket to go with them.
For outwear, he has hoodies of various colours and a couple of leather jackets for warmer weather, and a heavier double-breasted coat for cold weather. Shoes consist of a few pairs of leather boots, some trainers for work-out sessions and whatnot, and dress shoes.
More often than not you’ll see him sporting sunglasses, whether it be for sunny weather, or just because he’s hungover/got a migraine/both.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Trying to fix problems, be they logical ones with a definite answer, or personal ones, involving unpredictable people and their emotions.
• Custard.
• Proving people wrong and being correct.
• Alcohol.
• Sleeping.
• To cheer people up.
• Play the piano.
• Having the occasional geek-fest to watch dorky movies; including classic chick-flicks.

Dislikes:

• Not being able to fix problems, or making matters worse.
• Being proven wrong. (It doesn’t happen often to him.)
• Hangovers.
• His insomnia.
• Bullies
• Motherfucking migraines.

Fears:

• Certain dubious characters from his past finding him.
• Causing his friends and family to get hurt.
• Helplessness
• Failing when it matters the most

Habits:

• Ruffling his hair when emotional (Either positive or negative emotions cause this.)
• His fingers tapping in certain places, as if he were playing an imaginary piano.
• Driving way too fast.
• Hacking into things – just because he can.
• Muttering or exclaiming phrases or words in various foreign languages. (A favourite word among languages is ‘idiot’. In his mind, he encounters a lot of them.)

Personality:

♦ Courageous ♦ Genius ♦ Sardonic ♦ Gold-hearted

Over the years, Peter has developed quite the sardonic and cynical view in life. After witnessing so many people taking the wrong choices – when he can see the right ones so easily – he’s grown to expect negative outcomes from people unless he personally intervenes. Although never having met a Demi-God before, he holds the same ideal with them as an average, judging by the actions of mortals, and the equally disappointing acts of his Godly brethren. His genius intellect only fuels this cynicism, as he is so used to being the cleverest one in the room, he expects other people the give silly or idiotic ideas. This does make him rather cocky at times, but it isn’t a trait of his that he’s exactly proud of. Because of that, he listens to what other people have to saw, and even if he disagrees with what has been said, attempts to look at it from their point of view before coming off as some know-it-all asshole; a title he’s been avoiding his entire life.

However, if one were to goad him any way, his sardonic and patronising nature is one of his favourite ways to irritate and put people down. He can’t stand bullies or the like, so he’s extremely quick to stand up to him – be it for himself, or other people. Although he usually just uses a few, well-chosen words and an icy glare to get rid of the opponent, he’s no stranger to fist-fights if it comes to it. Although not an expert in fighting styles (One thing he decided not to study on his joyride around the world), he can place a few decent punches in, and is fairly quick when it comes to defence.

Beneath all of the cynicism and sarcastic jibes, Peter is, and always has been, a true gentleman. When you get to know him, he’ll go out of his way to make you happy and content, no matter the cost. Although the massive amount of wealth he’s built (somewhat illegally) over the years helps out with this, it’s obvious that when he does so, it’s a sign of generosity, not a bragging of his riches. In addition to this, he remains loyal to his friends, and when it comes to helping them, will not hesitate in throwing himself in harm’s way to make sure they stay safe. All in all, he’s one of the best – and witty – friends you could ever wish for.

Background:

Despite his odd last name, Peter considers himself to be an American through and through. He grew up in America, and spent his entire childhood in Boston with his father, who worked at Harvard as a Professor. He had a good relationship with his Dad; both were intelligent (His Father with an IQ of 197) and competitive, so they were always pushing each other to learn more each day.

Fair to say, Peter was always top of his class as a young child. By seven years old, he was jumping grades due to his extensive knowledge in... well, pretty much everything. However, he requested to enter high school at the regular age, so as to fit in with his classmates. The teachers and his Father (Somewhat unwillingly) complied, so despite surpassing even the teachers in his knowledge, he had a somewhat regular childhood.

However, everything changed when he turned 18, and his Mother showed up on the doorstep of his and his Father’s home. Peter had asked in the past who his Mom was, but his Dad had always told him that when he left his native England with Peter, he left his mother behind. Considering Peter never felt she had made much of a gap in his life, he never dug deeper than that, knowing that his Dad didn’t like to think too much about it.
So, to have her visiting on his 18th birthday in her Godly glory, holding a frankly frightening spear and with a familiar spark of curiosity in her eyes as she beheld her son, was not something he was expecting.

Once he had gotten over the sight of having a Goddess in full battle armour and brandishing weapons on his doorstep, Athena and his Father sat him down to tell him who he truly was. A Demi-God, a Son of the Goddess of Wisdom and War. He took this in his stride, silently and reluctantly dispelling his previous Atheist beliefs as he realized that Gods did, in fact, exist. And were more than prominent in society today.

Although sorely tempted to question who the hell exactly she and the others Gods thought they were, messing with people’s lives when they could be stopping wars and helping humanity expand, he sat quiet while his Mother explained to him the perils of his life that had been unknown to him before, and gave the gift of the spear. He had to admit, he was pretty impressed with it. It was a truly beautiful weapon, with intricate carvings in the strong wood, and the obsidian spearhead glittering menacingly. Despite the fact it seemed made for him, exactly the right balance and weight, the aura it was giving off was not one of wisdom and mercy. This spear was clearly imbued with Athena’s darker side, and one that Peter was not tempted to trespass upon.

When she told him to name it (“For all great and terrible weapons should have a name” – Yeah, thanks Mom.), he decided to go for an ironic one in naming it after the Norse God Odin’s spear – Gungnir. His Father’s side of the family, was, after all, originally from Sweden (As made obvious by his atrocious last name), and he always preferred reading about the Norse myths over the Greek and Roman ones. Not that he told his Mother that, but he noticed a slight smirk as he gave the Germanic name. He was surprised to see she had a sense of humour.

After the spear was given, hasty goodbye’s were doled out, and an almost pitiable and guilty glance given to Peter by Athena.

“My Son, I truly hope you never have to use this weapon. Despite my absence in your life, it would truly grieve me to find you have perished.”
“What, will this thing kill me if I use it?”
“I cannot know. None of us shall, until it is used. There has been no other weapon like it, nor will there ever be again. Use it wisely. I shall be proud of you, whatever you choose.”

Deciding that that was the closest thing he was going to get to ‘I love you’, he decided to not contest it. After she left, things between his Father and himself got a little rocky.

As his graduation from High School swiftly approached, his Father kept pressuring him to apply to different colleges around America. Harvard, MIT, Stanford, Princeton, Yale... Yadda yadda yadda; you get the picture. However, despite his high intellect, and pretty much guaranteed place at any of those Universities, Peter wasn’t interested. He didn’t want a Degree or Diploma – he didn’t want to become a Doctor or Professor like his Dad. After that visit by Athena, he no longer wanted to go and be the genius son of the genius parents; because that’s what everyone would expect of him.

After telling his Father repeatedly to leave the subject alone, Peter finally admitted that he hadn’t applied to any Universities after his graduation. He didn’t want to study – he wanted to go out and travel, learn the things he wanted to learn. Fair to say, his Father didn’t take the news well. A few nights after this, and endless arguments between the two, Peter left home, ready to start a new life.

Peter’s first port of call was Las Vegas. Before anything, he needed to work on his people skills. And when I say people skills, I mean how-to-con-people skills. He picked up some basic – and more intricate - hustling tricks in Las Vegas, using them to gain plenty of money in the mean time.

As he travelled around America learning new things, he picked up plenty of skills; by now, he’s fluent in 8 separate languages (English, Farsi, Chinese, Swedish, Greek, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese; he also knows a couple of curse words and pick up lines in French, German and Russian.), an expert in theoretical physics, computing, electronics, biochemistry, engineering, mechanics, weaving, and making the perfect soufflé. (The last two were to impress a girl, only to find out he quite enjoys both of these things.)

After two years on the road in America, he decided to branch out for two reasons. One; he was getting bored, and wanted a change of scenery. Two; he got into a rather large patch of trouble with some dubious characters in LA, and needed to leave the country for a while. His first port of call was Europe, then Africa, then Eastern-Asia, and finally, the Middle East.

It was in Iraq that his Mother met up with him, in a manner just as surprising as the last time. Although impressed with all the knowledge he had learnt over the last few years, she demanded that he returned home to America in order to go to one Olympus Academy in Utah; it was there he would find the ultimate source of learning about his heritage, and he would perhaps gain answers for questions he had had about himself for a while.

Deciding that it would be unwise to ignore his Mother’s wishes, he did as she asked, and now finds himself back in America, going to school once again.

Extra: Ironically enough, his favourite God isn’t Greek, but Germanic; he does like Loki. He always liked him in the Marvel comics too. However, if he had to pick a Greek one, it would be Dionysus. He knows how to start a party, and was more than inventive in his punishments for people.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Athena

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Frosty, judging the fact that the few times she’s actually bothered to visit were to either:
a) Hand him a pointy stick of death with unpredictable results, and
b) Tell him to go back to school like a good little boy.
However, he secretly hopes that perhaps things between can grow. He does want to make her proud, no matter what. He holds the same ideal with his Father – although they haven’t talked in over five years, they keep minimal contact with one another through postcards and whatnot, just to assure each other that they are alive, and that love, is in fact, still there.

Godly Abilities:

Genius Intellect;
One could theorise that Peter gained his high intelligence from his Father rather than Godly mother, but with an IQ of over 200, it’s hard to ignore the fact how his intelligence could be anything but otherworldly. Although he doesn’t know the answer automatically like his half-sister, he’s done enough work in enough fields to eventually work out the answer.

Fast-learner;
On top of his high IQ, Peter has always been highly successful in learning things. Although not exactly a photographic memory, once he puts his mind to learn any kind of skill or set of information, he does so in an astounding set of time. For example, he managed to write and speak fluently in Farsi in a matter of weeks.

Wrath of Athena;
As many sometimes forget, Athena is a Goddess of War. Although her focus is mainly on strategy and coming to diplomatic solutions (Another thing Peter is rather good at), she is ruthless when the time arises; as Peter can be. Gifted a present by Athena on his 18th birthday (The age at which Spartan boys would become military cadets, and learn the arts of War), she granted him a beautiful spear, with a head of Obsidian and a 6-foot shaft made of the strongest carved oak. Naming it Gungnir – after the spear of Odin – he was told by his Mother that if the desperate situation should arise, he is to stab himself with the spear to unleash the great power she has unlocked inside it. She said that it would help win any battle or war, but at great cost, so it should be used wisely.

[Kaithas]

Tara Niklos/Ares

Tara Niklos

I underestimated him. It's understandable. I'm ME. I'm a BIG DEAL. -Vegeta, TFS Abridged

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Personal Information

Name: Tara Alexandra Niklos
Nickname: Nada.

Birth Date: 5/26

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance: Short, but she seems taller. Whether it's the constant aura of anger or her sheer inability to back down, Tara has a somewhat imposing presence for her size. She'd be attractive, but few people can see past the nigh constant scowl. Ever hear of the expression "resting bitch face"? She's the definition. Long brown hair, big brown eyes slightly squinted in disbelief, a small mouth normally in a "how stupid can you be" expression. Her smile only appears in the throes of victory, or when assured of it in battle. At best, a slight scowl of determination is all that can be hoped for by people looking at her.

Clothing Style: Jeans and a t-shirt. Always. Till the end of the earth. If you catch her in a dress, she's crying inside and plotting everyone in the room's demise.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Good old fashioned competition.
• Winning.
• Combat.
• Movies-the more action packed, the better.
• Boxing.

Dislikes:

• People stronger than her because of some unearned reason-say, being the child of one of the Big Three.
• Losing.
• Bugs, though she'd kill anyone who figured that out.
• Things she can't get through by punching them.

Fears:

• Not being the best.
• Large insects. Not as in, the size of your hand. As in the size of your head or larger.
• Death.

Habits:

• Humming pump up songs. I.E. Eye of the Tiger, Levels, Back in Black.
• Challenging people to fights. Randomly. Usually in the middle of important stuff.
• Using too many baseball analogies.

Personality:

♦ Angry ♦ Competitive ♦ Protective ♦ Egotistical

The polar opposite of a lot of her peers, Tara always views the world as a massive competition, and wants to win it in every way. She has to be the best, the toughest, the strongest... Always, even if it means alienating people she likes. That being said, she takes no glory in beating a weaker enemy. Anyone not close to her level she views as weak and refuses to fight against them, thinking it's too easy to win against such an opponent. Any insinuation that she's a girly girl will cause her to flip her crap. She respects strength, to the point that she'll fight alongside someone that she views as powerful against a common enemy in the hopes of being able to fight them one on one later.

Background:
The fourth child of a married woman, and the only one born of an affair, Tara has had to fight for everything she has from the very beginning. Her oldest sibling was the smartest, the next the popular kid, the third the musician-so she's the athlete, taking to boxing like nobody's business. Until her first match she had no idea that her prowess was the result of her having an immortal parent-after a brutal, runaway victory, Ares came up to her and explained the situation, only managing to enrage her by saying that she was so good not because of the work she put into it but because of her immortal heritage. The Academy was the logical step after that, a place where she could compete against those with the same ancestry as herself.

Extra: My favorite is Hades.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Ares

Relationship With Godly Parent:
How to put this... Tara respects and cares for her father, but doesn't especially like him. That is, he's stronger than her. And she resents that. That being said, she does appreciate how powerful he is and is fiercely protective of his reputation. In terms of meeting him, he's come to most of her boxing matches and birthdays, but her standoffish attitude means they aren't on the best of terms.
Godly Abilities:
All Aboard the Pain Train: Tara's physical abilities are amped to their maximum adrenaline capabilities for an extended period of time, her strength, speed, durability and endurance taken to nearly superhuman levels.
Combat Ready: Tara can summon full combat gear (armor and a random weapon) at any time.
War's Child: This ability grants Tara automatic mastery of any weapon she chooses to use, but it must have been intended as a weapon- a hair straightener would not work, for example.
Insane Fury: Tara can inspire crazed anger in one person nearby for a limited amount of time.

[Aspen Wren]

Elize Vanzant-Artemis

Elize Vanzant

"Even in the darkest of times sometimes one must only remember to turn the light on. -Dumbledor

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Personal Information

Name:
Elize Vanzant

Nickname:
Shewolf

Birth Date: October, 14, 1992

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Elize is tall and willowy young woman, standing roughly five foot ten inches while barefoot. She appears the picture of frailty with long limbs and sharp features. Despite this she is much more athletic and strong than she appears, her muscles are toned and cut, they flex rather than bounce. Her hair reaches to about the stop of her breasts and is thick, a lovely shade of dark auburn red. Elize's face is a memorable one, perhaps it is her cool tropical blue eyes set above a set of sharp cheekbones. Her skin is a cool pale with soft blued undertones and is dotted with freckles in various places from across the bridge of her nose to her shoulders and back.

Clothing Style: Elize is fairly simple as far as clothing is concerned. She generally wears little more than a tank top and a pair of jeans or shorts. She is usually barefoot so that she can feet her connection to the Earth.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Being in nature
• Animals
• Coffee
• Hammocks
• Cooking

Dislikes:

• Liars
• Harmonicas
• Men who act like pigs
• People who don't like animals
• People who sing a lot

Fears:

• Not finding someone to love her
• Something happening to her animals
• Losing her mother

Habits:

• Popping her knuckles
• chewing with her mouth open
• drifting off, day dreaming

Personality:

♦ Kind ♦ Untrusting ♦ Quiet ♦ Stubborn

Elize is quiet, but not for the usual reason. Elize is not shy, she merely prefers the presence of animals to that of people. Animals can be read without doubt, humans not so much. She is often quite easy to talk to and does occasionally like to engage in social interactions with other humans but not very often. There is little that unsettles her, she tends to be very calm and collected. With little show of emotion towards other humans, Elize is often considered to be cold.

Background:
Elize has somewhat of a rough past, she was gifted as a young child by her mother with the ability to communicate animals after Elize made the wish that she would always have friends and thus she does. However, with most things there is price to pay. Elize was gifted with animals and training them but was always lacking in typical human social skills. When she was a young girl her father got into the wrong crowd of people and ended up overdosing on drugs. As a result Elize was transferred into the foster care system and was bounced around from place to place. This was the reasoning behind her very first wish to her mother. She had reliable friends who would never turn their backs on her so long as she did returned the favor.

Around her 10th birthday Elize landed in a home that was not the friendliest, every step she took was too loud, every breath too wheezy. This led to her second wish to her mother, the Goddess granted Elize the ability to exist in utter silence. She eventually started to use this to her advantage and began to escape for late night walks to see the animals in the woods but the family eventually found out and sent Elize away, frightened of how she had gone so quickly from an awkward loud child to an utterly silent one.

Elize's next home was much kinder to her, school was not though as she moved from awkward tween to young adult. She was pushed about in school and though much stronger than she appeared her willowy appearance lead to her being picked on and betrayed. She learned quickly that the only things she could trust were the animals she encountered. She stayed with this family until she was an adult and veered out on her own with the guidance of her mother. Elize eventually found a cabin in the woods to rent when she was 19. When she turned 20 though her mother insisted that she attend school with the other people like herself.

Extra:
Elize is quite self conscious.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Artemis

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Artemis is definitely more fond of Elize than she is of her other child, though not exceptionally calm. She has been there when it was possible for her to be and gave Elize gifts when she needed them most. Her first gift she receive when she was a young child, others followed at various times during her life.

Godly Abilities:
Animal Tongues - Animals communicate with noises and body language, everyone is aware of that. They also have another form of communications that involves something slightly more complex. Unlike humans animals have no metal shield that keeps their emotions hidden from those around them. They communicate in pulses of emotions that radiate from their body, wild animals are more erratic and harder to read than domestic animals. Elize has the ability to read these pulses and communicate in the same manner. She can also faultlessly read body language and vocalizations. Her ability to communicate through emotions has been somewhat learn, she has a natural knack for it but she cannot read animals she's never encountered before right away based on emotion alone.

Subtle Silence - Elize could quite possibly be one of the stealthiest people you might ever have the displeasure of meeting. This is a result of the second gift her mother granted her. She has the ability to be nearly completely silent, unless she simply deliberately makes noise when she is moving she is utterly silent; her breathing is slow and precise, her steps measured and even. This gift is useful for a variety of things from scaring other students to fitting in well in the forest among the animals.

Predatory Presence - This was the latest gift her mother has bestowed upon her. Have you ever been out somewhere and felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of someone? Felt the need to flee thought there was no reason to do so. Elize has the ability to give this feeling to people intentionally or unintentionally. It is also the reason behind her fluid motions and predatory nature. She has a tendency not to follow but to stalk, to prey on weakness, it is rather unintentional most of the time. She is also an adept tracker as a result of this.

My favorite goddess is actually the Egyptian goddess Isis.

Laurel Demirci- Hephaestus

Laurel Demirci

"Among all the sights of the docks, the noble truck-horses are not the least striking to a stranger. They are large and powerful brutes, with such sleek and glossy coats, that they look as if brushed and put on by a valet every morning. They march with a slow and stately step, lifting their ponderous hoofs like royal Siam elephants. Thou shalt not lay stripes upon these Roman citizens; for their docility is such, they are guided without rein or lash; they go or come, halt or march on, at a whisper. So grave, dignified, gentlemanly, and courteous did these fine truck-horses look - so full of calm intelligence and sagacity, that often I endeavored to get into conversation with them, as they stood in contemplative attitudes while their loads were preparing. But all I could get from them was the mere recognition of a friendly neigh; though I would stake much upon it that, could I have spoken in their language, I would have derived from them a good deal of valuable information touching the docks, where they passed the whole of their dignified lives." -Herman Melville, Redburn. His First Voyage, 1849

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Personal Information

Name:
Laurel Emmie Demirci

Nickname:
Blacksmith or Smithy

Birth Date:
April 1st 1994
Age:
21

Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Laurel is a pretty girl, her face is softly angular and surrounded by deep pitch black hair. Her long locks are quite thick and fall just shy of the top of her butt. She is neither tall nor short really standing around the five foot six mark but she is rather striking nonetheless with warm olive toned skin and soft green eyes. She's very athletic looking with well defined muscles just about everywhere and appears to be in top physical condition.

Laurel has a tattoo of a sword The blade lies directly on top of her spine and the hilt goes up onto the back of her neck while the sheath lays at about a 45 degree angle beneath the blade of the sword.

Clothing Style:
Laurel is generally found to be wearing athletic pants or shorts with a v-neck shirt or a racerback tank top and tennis shoes.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Working out
• Eating Healthy
• Sarcasm
• People who like her
• Making weapons

Dislikes:

• People who think she's manly
• Debbie downers
• Snotty people
• Lazy people
• People who aren't nice to animals

Fears:

• Radioactivity
• Having to actually be required to use her weapons
• Meeting her true love and not knowing it

Habits:

• doodling swords and other weapons
• talking things out to herself
• pacing

Personality:

♦ Easy Going ♦ Friendly ♦ Curious ♦ Eloquent

Laurel is simply one of those people who you usually can't help but like, she is eloquent and extremely intelligent. She seems to just always know the right thing to say, most of the time anyways. She can be rather goofy and easy going, never taking anything too serious. Truly anything other than working out and school isn't something Laurel takes seriously though she does take her smithing practice somewhat seriously.

Background:
Laurel was born to a young mother, only 17 when she had Laurel. This never stopped the two of them though and they are very close. She and her mother later started a small company that grew exponentially in the first several years and made them quite wealthy. They have kept their money well and invest, as a result there is little that Laurel could want for. She gained her first powers when she was 11 and they only grew and became more complex from there. Laurel has never met her father but her mother insists that it is truly better that way so Laurel goes along with her.

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Laurel also has a knack for growing plants and is quite the little gardener, her apartment looks like a tropical jungle.

Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hephaestus
Relationship With Godly Parent:
Laurel doesn't know her father, she has never met him. He saw her once when she was born but he has never reached out to her other than granting her gifts.

Godly Abilities:
Thor's Hammer - Laurel can summon nearly any weapon she has ever come across, if she can clearly picture it mentally she can summon it into being within her grasp. This gift does not work on new age weapons such as guns, it must be something that can be readily created by a blacksmith, i.e. swords, daggers, dirks, etc.

Metallurgy - It is an art which Laurel gained by her fathers blood, she has a knack for building weapons and it comes much more easily to her than to any ordinary or even highly skilled blacksmiths. If she has a fire and metal she can forge and shape about anything into a high quality weapon. She is also beginning to learn that she can shape metal without a fire now and is working hard at learning how to improve on this skill. (She also makes fantastic metal jewelry.)

[WhiteStar19]

Raven Dameon/Hermes

Raven Dameon

"Keep your chin up and someday there will be happiness again" -Robin Hood

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Personal Information

Name:
Raven Silver Dameon

Nickname:
Rave, Demon (mispronunciation of her last name and what the women of the orphanage called her)

Birth Date:
June 13th, 1998

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Raven is quite short, as her father was. She stands at about 5' 3" and is only about a hundred or so pounds, mainly lean muscle that pads her body. Her hair has a natural wavy curl to it, but most of the time she will either straighten it or have it back in a ponytail, under a hat or some such thing to where no one sees it. Her eyes are a dark, dark blue and they always have a mischievous gleam to them that always makes everyone question what she is doing at the moment. She does have RBF syndrome (if you don't know what it is, go here). She is naturally slim, all the way up to her fingertips, which are callused from playing the piano so much. She has slightly larger feet than what would be normal for her size and small ears. She has a birthmark on her collarbone of a caduceus, which is how she knows her heritage. She is fairly flat for the most part, but that actually helps with her being an athlete.

Clothing Style:
Raven is a very uncaring person when it comes to her appearance. She mainly dresses in a dark hoodie and jeans, depending on the weather. She always wears a hat, whether it is a beanie or a baseball cap, and tends to revert to her beat up black Converse for a good pair of shoes to wear. Her shoelaces are a noticeable bright pink, but again, doesn't care that it doesn't match what she is wearing.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Solitude
• Thieving (usual jewelry)
• Reptiles (mainly snakes)
• Rain
• Writing in her Journal

Dislikes:

• Extremely Hot Days
• Rainbows (the colors just piss her off for some reason)
• Being tricked
• Being lied to
• Anything Spicy

Fears:

• Getting Caught By Police
• Breaking a Bone
• Not Being Good Enough

Habits:

• Leaves a Red String In Place of Whatever She Stole
• Pops Her Gum
• Cracks her Knuckles Before She Punches Someone

Personality:

♦ Bitchiness ♦ Difficult ♦ Determined ♦ Cold

Raven is not a very nice person to begin with. Her time in the orphanage showed her the darker side of people and that darker side leaked into her and corrupted her soul to begin with. She is very outspoken and hard headed. She can be very arrogant at times and always full of herself. She is always distrusting of people and never lets anyone get close to her because everyone that has gotten close to her has left. She does not show a soft side, or at least, not while anyone has been around. She is kind of a show off, but rarely shows off her thieving skills. She considers herself to be a survivor, since she didn't exactly have the best childhood. She is very proud of herself and what she has overcome, but she won't rub it in your face. She stands up for what she believes in and makes sure that people know her opinion on certain situations. Because of all of this nature, she is quite lonely because she does not make friends very easily.

Background:
Raven grew up with her human mother, who was a social worker. Her mother, never married or even dated anyone since Hermes, was so proud of her all the time and she always made sure that Raven knew it. Raven, back then, was a wonderfully kind child and did all that she could to make her mother love her and be proud of her. When her mother took on cancer, Raven was by her side, all the way until they pulled the plug, when Raven was only nine years old. They forced Raven to stay in and watcg because her mother wanted to be by someone she trusted and not by strangers, and the entire time Raven was crying. Hermes had actually been in the room, invisible to all, standing in the corner as he watched her die, but he didn't say anything to Raven about it.

Raven was then placed in foster care and this was where her soul was tainted. The women of the home were horrible to her, calling her weird and strange as she began to show her abilities. They struck her whenever she claimed to see a ghost and told her not to lie. She was beaten and torn, and all of her mother drained out of her within only a few years and was replaced by a hard black shell. This was when she began thieving. She would steal from the women of the place, which would only get her beaten more. She no longer trusted anyone. She had thought her father had abandoned her and she had only a sliver of her mother left in side of her. Her father came to her, though, trying to make up for everything and that was the only time that Raven had actually placed her trust in someone she hardly knew. They have had a tense relationship ever since.

Raven ran away from the orphanage when she was sixteen and has been traveling around even since. She got wind of the Olympus Academy only a month ago and has showed up late, as it took her a long time to find it. She is now curious as to what she will learn and what she will find.

Extra:
Favorite God: Ares; Favorite Goddess: Athena or Aphrodite

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hermes

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Raven has had a very tense relationship with Hermes, as he has not been around much, but she still tries to maintain a relationship with him after her mother left her. She wanted to keep at least one parent in her life, even if the one parent hadn't told her that he had been in the room to watch her mother die and not save her.

Godly Abilities:
Entering Dreams: Raven has the ability to enter a person's dreams if she is looking at the person. She still has a state of consciousness to those around her, but she can communicate both with the person who is asleep and the person who is awake and next to her, if there is any.

Sleep Inducer: Raven has the ability to put any person with any form of human in them, even demi-gods, to sleep. She mainly does this, though, if asked to helped with insomnia. She tends to only use this when she is going on night heists.

Ghost Sight: As her father was an escort of the dead, Raven has the ability to see the ghosts of the dead before they enter the Underworld, which tends to be only for a few brief moments. She rarely sees a ghost for long than a few moments before they disappear toward the Underworld.

[WhiteStar19]

Ever Tidus/Hecate

Ever Tidus

"The only thing worse than being blind is having sight and no vision" -Unknown

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Personal Information

Name:
Ever Michelle Tidus

Nickname:
E, the Prophet

Birth Date:
February 28th

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Ever is average height for a young woman, if not slightly tall. She's about 5' 8" and weighs a little under a hundred and fifty pounds. She has very pale skin and dark, dark contrasting hair. She has a heart shaped face and a smooth complexion. Many people are jealous of her at first, but then they realize that there is something wrong with her eyes and they aren't jealous anymore. Her eyes are very pale blue, which has resorted from her being blind. She has no vision what so ever in her eyes at all. She has slim arms and bigger hips and thighs. She has a very slim torso, but wider shoulders than most.

Her hair is naturally curly, but she prefers to keep it straight. Her eyes, as mentioned before, are a very pale blue, but they are so pale that it nearly matches the whites of her eyes. She still has pupils, but they are milky. Her eyelashes are long and as black as her hair is. Her eyebrows are slightly slanted and her mouth seems to be stuck naturally in a slightly curving smile, as she almost never seems to be mad at anyone. She has a birthmark of a torch on her temple, but it remains hidden under her hair. Her ears are pretty flat against her head and her earlobes are attached to the side of her head.

She does really have any scars, except a few scratch scars here and there that she picked at when she was younger, but she does tend to get bruises easily. They are very noticeable on her extremely pale skin, and they mainly come from her running into things. Her fingernails remain short so she can keep her fingertips on walls whenever she is walking around. She has very sensitive touch and hearing, which helps her move around easier.

Clothing Style:
Ever is a little uptight about her clothing, but she really has no say in what she wears because she can't see what they look like. She normally just wears jeans and a tighter fitting t-shirt because she thinks that loosen fitting t-shirts make her feel naked, and she doesn't like that. She tends to always have on knee high boots and has a leash around her wrist from her guide dog. Every once in awhile, she keeps a pair of sunglasses over her eyes because her eyes tend to freak out strangers whenever she is walking, but she rarely has them on because she feels like people just need to deal with how she looks.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Animals
• Music, especially Jazz or Classical
• Dancing
• Nature
• Rain
• Her Other Senses
• Charlie, her guide dog

Dislikes:

• Fighting
• Horror Stories
• Heavy Metal Music
• Loud Noises
• Difficult People

Fears:

• She'll embarrass herself because of her missing sight
• She won't know where she's going and will get hurt
• Charlie (her seeing eye dog) will get hurt
• Never truly talking to her mother

Habits:

• Taps music on her legs when she's nervous or bored
• Always has her hands out touching things
• Stands a little too close to people

Personality:

♦ Calm ♦ Earnest ♦ Eloquent ♦ Dreamy

Ever has been known to be kind of a ditz because she is always off in wonderland. No one can really tell what she is thinking because she always has a dreamy look on her face. She is polite, though, whenever she is talked to, which shows her decent upbringing. She is always calm in dangerous situations because being blind, nothing really surprises her anymore. She is always eager to better at things that she couldn't do before. She is very friendly, especially when it comes to meeting new people, because Charlie is able to help her sort the good from the bad as he just growls at people he thinks are going to harm her. She is cautious when she is walking because she does not want to fall down in front of anyone. She does not want to be babied or moved along by anyone. She wants to prove that she can do things by herself, for herself and she does not want anyone to get in the way of that.

Background:
Ever was born blind. Her eyes were so strange when she was young that her father knew immediately that something was wrong and sure enough, she turned out to be blind, as the doctors and nurses at the hospital told him that day. She spent most of her childhood being helped around by her father or a paid assistant or having a staff or cane with her wherever she walked. These were the years that her father made her keep her sunglasses on most of the time, much to her annoyance. Her mother, worrying for her child, watched over her constantly, making sure she didn't get hurt. She was made fun of a lot for being blind and strange, and she would often sit alone at lunch, but she didn't mind to much. Their words stung, but she tried not to let them get her down. Her father was supportive and, even though her mother wasn't around, she always knew that Hecate was looking down on her.

When she entered her teens, she got more confident walking around. Her father, as a gift, got her her first seeing eye dog, an elderly dog by the name of Dash. He helped her through her teen years, doing as seeing eye dogs do. This was when her powers first began to develop. At first she was afraid with what she saw, but when she told her father, her father laughed and said that she worried too much. But when Dash died of old age only a week after Ever saw that vision, Ever knew that she was different and that she could see the future. What she didn't know at the time, though, was that she could only see different strands of the future and not all of those strands were actually correct. She found this out when she saw a vision of a car crash outside her house, but one of the cars wound up taking a wrong turn and avoided the crash altogether.

She started going to Olympus Academy when she was eighteen years old, as her father still wanted to keep an eye on her when she was still a dependent, but he knew that soon he was going to have to give her up. He got her Charlie, a young spry puppy to be trained for a seeing eye dog when she was sixteen and she has had Charlie ever since. He was trained fast and soon, within the two years, he was the best companion that a girl could ask for. They left for Olympus Academy the day after her eighteenth birthday and have been there ever since under the care of the lovely people there. Her father still checks up with her every week and her mother still watches her, but she knows that she is good on her own.

Extra:Still Ares and Athena or Aphrodite
Also,

Charlie

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hecate, Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, Goddess of the Crossroads, Goddess of the Mist, The Dark Lady

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Hecate and Ever have a pretty stable relationship. They do not really talk much, but Hecate always watches over Ever to make sure that she does not hurt herself or get into trouble with Charlie. Hecate loves her daughter very much, but understands how it is her fault that her daughter has no sight.

Godly Abilities:
Prophetic Sight- Ever has the ability to see the future, but not in the way that most people think. She has the ability to see a strand of one possible future. The strand that she sees in not guaranteed to come true, but it is possible that it could happen. She relates this as to why she does not have sight in the first place.

Illusionist-- Ever has the ability to create illusions in front of other people. Whether they believe the illusion or not is up to the person that the illusion has been performed on. The illusions can sometimes be in the mind of the person being tricked or in all the minds of the people surrounding Ever. This mainly comes from her mother being the Goddess of the Mist and how many people see illusions in the mist.

[AlteredTundra]

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[Kaithas]

Tali Lowe/Athena

Tali Lowe

"He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow." -The Teacher, Ecclesiastes

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Personal Information

Name:Natalia Rianna Lowe

Nickname: Tali

Birth Date: 3/15

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
If you're looking at Tali above the neck, the first thing you would notice would be two large, bright, emerald green eyes, set on either side of a nose that's decidedly average in size, but just a little turned up at the end. The white lines of scars that run rampant over Tali's body haven't left her face untouched, each doing its dance across her nose, over her high cheekbones and even in her eyes, the lines showing up as electric blue lightning bolts in the green. They lead upward into her longer than shoulder length wavy ebony hair and down her neck to the collar of whatever outfit she's wearing, the only facial feature not marked her lips, fuller than average and more often smirking than smiling. Her hair isn't even untainted, small flecks of white in her hair giving it the appearance of a starry night.

Those scars continue their little ballet down her shoulders, spreading out like a plague, especially apparent against her tan skin, granted by time in the sun instead of any intentional means. They carry on through her full figure, over her well-muscled stomach, and all the way to her feet, remaining as nothing more than lines apart from her scalp, normally concealed by her long black hair. The scars there rise slightly above the skin, becoming a little red and twisted looking.

The other defining lines on her skin are the tattoos she has, all obtained in recent times. The first is a floral script of “Veni, Vidi, Vici” down her left forearm. The second is "Homo, fuge!" written in archaic letters on her right forearm. Spiraling around her right bicep in italicized font is “the Truth shall set you free,” and her final tattoo is the white inked, plain letters of “These are the scars I chose” across her midriff.

Immediately after using her powers on a high level, Tali will go pale and seem to be sick, until she can regain her strength.

Clothing Style: Normally, loose jeans and long sleeved shirts. Anything to cover the scars. She might wear slightly scantier clothes if she's with people she trusts, but she almost always has a hat of some kind. Not worth risking letting them see the scars under her hair.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Cooking.
• Painting, though she's not terribly good at it.
• Spending time with friends away from supernatural places.
• Her father.
• Martial arts.

Dislikes:

• Her mother.
• Most magic-her limitation to science based alchemy might be psychological rather than deity enforced.
• Those who force her to use her abilities in some way.
• Power training.
• Her disease.

Fears:

• That her powers will kill her.
• That her mother will return and reveal she's not quite done.
• That her knowledge will make her lose touch with being human.

Habits:

• Biting her lower lip/stuttering when she gets nervous.
• Flinching before any use of her powers.
• Zoning out.

Personality:

♦ Stressed ♦ Awkward ♦ Dependent ♦ Loyal

Tali is extremely reliant on friends and family emotionally and physically, since her lungs prevent her from doing a large amount of aerobic activity or leading a lifestyle where she gets involved in a lot of things. Anyone who sticks by her, however, has found a lifelong friend--she doesn't forget anyone who's nice to her or cares for her. Unfortunately, her pain sometimes leads to lashing out at those she loves, causing awkward situations she doesn't know exactly how to fix... But she's learning. Her scars are generally an off limits topic.

Background:
Tali is an oddity among demigods: she was born entirely without powers, or any other indication of her divine heritage other than an owl birthmark on her forehead. To his credit, her father never judged her for it-- if anything, he seemed happy that his daughter would never be cursed with the burden of massive power or having to know that her mother was Athena. The only psychological indication was her desire to know as much as she could... And that was good enough.

All that changed on her thirteenth birthday. Her mother appeared to her and asked if she wanted to know everything there was to know, past, present, and future, a gift that she accepted. It was all she ever wanted, to learn.

But that wasn't the lesson her mother taught her that day.

Athena shook her head, putting her hand on the girl's forehead. "This is what it means to know everything, my little fledgling. Do not ever ask for intelligence in the place of wisdom." Visions battered her brain, visions of equations, words, beauty, love... Visions of suffering, visions of pain, visions of every horror and terror committed under the sun, past and present. Smashing into her, ripping into her body through the birthmark on her forehead, burning skin, scorching into her hair follicles, blasting her lungs, her eyes, every part of her wracked with the incinerating touch of pure, unadulterated information.

And when the pain was over, when the thirteen year old could finally move from the floor she'd been writhing on... Her mother was gone, but proof of her appearance was still there, scarred into every inch of Tali's body. While the external scars aren't such a major deal, her lungs have been permanently damaged. Under normal circumstances, she's able to live a relatively normal life, but any usage of her powers will agitate the scarring, causing her to burst into coughing fits, and will give her massive headaches.

Extra: I like HADES HA!

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Athena

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Interesting. Tali blames her mother for her pain and the scars she bears, but realizes in some ways that she asked for it. Still, she will not deal with her mother unless forced to.

Godly Abilities:
Unless noted otherwise, any power usage causes the scars lining Tali's body to glow, and will likely cause her to feel sick upon powering down.
Information Access: Tali's scars aren't just lines--they're code, in thousands of languages and ciphers, infinitely compressed with only the power the goddess of knowledge has. In their writing they contain all the knowledge that was, is, and will be. With effort, she can access anything stored in the scars, though it becomes prohibitively painful the more remote the knowledge is in time and in familiarity. She cannot foretell the future except in the most general sense, and the effort will almost certainly kill her.
Perfect Memory: Since anything she has learned herself is immediately familiar to her, the recollection of it is instant, painless, and perfect.
Serene Grace: As the daughter of the goddess of law, Tali can reach a protected state where force directed against her will be deflected away under her mother's power. However, this is only active when she is not attempting to make combat actions against another individual. Any aggression will break the feeling of rightness and calm necessary and cause immediate pain from power surge.
Strategic Mindset: As long as she's willing to endure the pain, Tali can allow a group allied with her to work in tandem better than ordinarily possible. At its maximum level, a ragtag group of street basketball players could perform with the cohesiveness and team mind of an NBA team, though not with near the talent and physical capabilities--and keeping the effect active is tremendously painful.

[Onarax]

Adachihara Kazuma (足立原 和真)/Dionysus

Adachihara Kazuma (足立原 和真)

"ORE SANJOU! (I have arrived!)" -Momotaros

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Personal Information

Name:
Adachihara Kazuma (足立原 和真)

Nickname:
Kaz

Birth Date:
March 16
Age:
21

Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
No time for love when punching people.

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
It is unknown if Kaz could truly be called beautiful or handsome, for his face is far too often covered in bruises and bandages. Thus, if Kaz takes after his father’s androgynous appearance is unknown as swelling in one’s cheek is not a great determinant of beauty. That said, there are still quite a few things that can be said about his appearance. First and foremost is his height, at 190 cm, he stand tall especially for a Japanese man. This height is accompanied by well toned muscles that can be seen whenever Kaz’s skin is exposed to the air. His black hair is casually swept back, and a single strand is dyed red. This same shade of red occasionally seems to flash in his normally brown eyes.

Kaz walks with his head held high, and an almost savage stance illustrating his boisterous nature. His eyes are constantly scanning others as he seeks to either dismiss them as too weak to fight, or appraise them as a potential target. Indeed, the resting half scowl on his face and overall demeanour grants him quite an intimidating aura that scares away most would be conversationalists. However while this swagger is normally the side of him at the forefront of his standard interactions, it has been known to become quite a bit more relaxed when dealing with puppies, kittens and children.

Clothing Style:
Red and black are the predominant colors in Kaz’s wardrobe. A fan of open jackets, particularly the red one that constantly adorns his body, Kaz cares little for his clothes beyond possessing such a jacket. Indeed the rest of his apparel most often consists of simple black shirts and jeans or pants. His shoes on the other hand are typically just a random pair of sneakers. Clothing after all is not something he need concern himself with.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Punching
• Punching
• Kicking
• More Punching
• More Kicking
• Following his Passions
• People with Drive
• Enjoys Acting
• Surprisingly good at cooking
• Fighting
• John Wayne
• Showing Off
• Dramatic Entrances
• Puppies, Kittens and Kids, except for brats with no respect.

Dislikes:

• Not receiving respect
• Not being able to fight
• Being bored.
• People who disrespect John Wayne
• People who spend more time lecturing than acting.
• People obsessed with trivial stuff like love and homework
• People who gained power through hand-me-downs and/or bribery.

Fears:

• A
• TRUE MAN
• FEARS NOTHING

Habits:

• Perpetually scowling when bored.
• Cracking his neck before a fight.
• Shouting off dramatic lines when he hits the scene.

Personality:

♦ Aggressive♦ Passionate♦ Irritable♦ Honourable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait what?

His English was pretty weak.

Extra:
See answer in Zaheen's profile

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Godly Information

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

Godly Abilities:
The Unfettered - Like Dionysus and all of his followers, Kaz can not be bound by chains.

The Ecstasy of Life - Whenever Kaz possesses a strong degree of passion for something, he accomplishes it far faster than the average mortal. This is of course proportional to the level of his passion and is the reason why he has achieved such a remarkably strong body and become a deadly combatant.

Mirror, Mirror - Kaz is able to perfectly copy the mannerisms and voice of another being.

The Blood of Christ - Rather than drink alcohol, Kaz can absorb it to greatly strengthen his physical abilities. The more alcoholic the substance, the more powerful Kaz gets.

Unbridled Madness - As fitting of a descendent of Dionysus, when Kaz’s anger is truly pushed over the edge he goes completely berserk. On the one hand this dramatically increases his already remarkable physical abilities, but it comes at the cost of all semblance of rational thought.

[GoddessSophia]

Amelia Johnston/Dionysus

Daughter of Dionysus

"Wine and Chesse are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and Moon, or good people and noble ventures." -M. F.K. Fisher

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Personal Information

Name:
Amelia Scarlet Johnston

Nickname:
Lia or Scar. But those that don't know her call her Amelia

Birth Date:
17th July 1993

Age:
22 Years Old

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
She's Straight

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Amelia has a slim and feminine figure standing at 5'9ft; with green eyes and naturally blonde hair. Even though, Amelia has blonde hair she does change her hair color every now and again; going for darker shades of brown or black. She wears her hair in a variety of hair-styles, but does not like to have her hair cut short. Her skin is lightly tanned and seems flawless, free of blemishes and scars. Amelia only has two tattoos located on her body; One is of a phoenix located at the back of her neck, whilst the second one is a triquatra on her right ankle. There is no hidden message behind each of the tattoos, it's just simply something she liked when picking out different designs. Even though Amelia is precievied to be beautiful; her beauty is not well known or talked about like the Daughters of Apollo, Aphrodite and Zeus is. Her looks are not those traced back to her father...but those of her mortal mother.

Her tattoos

The Phoenix on the back of her neck:


The One located on her right ankle:

Clothing Style: Amelia can be seen wearing a variety of jeans and tank-tops. With her slim figure; skinny jeans show off her slender legs and accent her features. She's not the most girly type girl in the academy, so she does not wear dresses and skirts often. It is rare for her to be seen dressed that way. Amelia wears comfortable shoes or trainers, on occasions wearing boots of flip-flops dependent on the seasonal weathers. When she's out home or feeling bit lazy; she tends to dress a bit more casually with leggings and t-shirts.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Wine
• Festivals of any kind
• Different Fruit and Vegetables
• Music
• Dancing
• People who like similar things to her

Dislikes:

• Death/Disease
• Rotting food
• Violence
• Arrogance
• The Underworld

Fears:

• Getting over-looked and not accepted by her father
• Getting trapped in the Underworld
• Driven into madness like her godly father

Habits:

• Humming to herself
• Clapping when she's over enthusiastic
• Tapping her foot/nodding her head in beat to music

Personality:

♦ Adventurous ♦ Compassionate ♦ Bit Flirtatious ♦ Light-hearted

Ever since she was little, Amelia liked to explore and see new things. She always enjoyed the thrill of the rush and secrecy of things if she couldn't go somewhere. If something is forbidden it makes her want to know about all the more. She has been known to talk people into going along with her adventurous plans, exploring the world with her. Just like her father, she can be light-hearted and help out people in need; even if they do not ask for help. Her compassion allows her to follow through with what is right and what is wrong; even if her curiosity makes her break some rules from from time to time. Like some offspring of the Olympians, she can be rather flirty. However, if she likes someone she would not pursue other romantic feelings towards another person like some.

Background:
Amelia grew up in a troubled-house hold. Her mother was barely home and worked as a prostitute to try and earn some living to pay the bills and to provide a home for herself and Amelia. The young Demi-Goddess didn't know much about her 'real' father for most of her life. She just knew, that he left before she was born and hadn't seen her mother or her since he had gotten the news of her mother being pregnant. When Amelia was older; her mother was with another man; a foreigner who barely spoke English, and had an alcohol problem. Amelia didn't take a liking to him, no matter how hard she tried. She had been given the short end of the stick and took blame for anything that went wrong in the house; which caused her step-father to yell at her, whilst her mother took the beatings for Amelia.

When Amelia was 15 years old; she run away from Home wondering the city and living on the streets for a while until she got to her friend's house for the summer. That is when, she met her 'real' father who decided to pop into her life out of nowhere and drop a bombshell on her; she was the daughter of an Olympian God. Dionysus didn't seem to be particularly happy to see her, as he wanted a son not a daughter. His almost dis-like to her and lack of information made Amelia confused and she felt conflicted. It was only when she got to Olympus Academy that she started to figure herself out a little bit more; only having seen her father another time after that. She doesn't like being over-looked and being ignored by the one parent she has left...she needs his help and advice, but it's not something she's getting.

Having been at the academy for a few years now; Amelia knows most people that are there and she prefers to make friends...not enemies.

Extra:My favorite Goddess is Athena. Favorite God is Poseidon

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Dionysus, God of wine, vegetation, pleasure and festivity.

Relationship With Godly Parent:

Amelia doesn't exactly have the best relationship with her father. They have only seen each other once or twice since she found out about being a Demi-Goddess and was accepted at Olympus Academy. She feels confused and not accepted by Dionysus; it feels like she's a stranger to him and not his daughter. She wishes he would treat her a bit better, and that he would be there for her when she needs him.

Godly Abilities:
Control over production of vegetations:. Her powers help vegetations grow and thrive properly. If something is diseased or not developing well, her powers help save it and form in the way's it's meant to. Her powers also affect the growth of vines.

Shape-shifting: Just like her father, she has the ability to change appearance. She can look like anyone, or take a form of an object or animal she desires. When shape-shifting, she doesn't stick with one particular form for long; she likes to experiment and change it a lot. It comes in handy when she wants to trick someone and escape so people don't follow her around.

Super-natural strength; Just like most off-springs of the Olympians, she has an enhanced strength. Anger tends to make her strength a bit more potent, but Amelia does not get angry often; it's rare to see her angry and display full force of strength after her father.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Samael Krios - Hecate

Samael Gabriel Krios

"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." -Roald Dahl

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Personal Information

Name:
Samael Gabriel Krios

Nickname:
Sam, Sammy

Birth Date:
9th December

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
At a glance, Sammy is one fine-looking gentleman. Ticking all the boxes in the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ category, he stands at a good 6 foot with a muscular and lean frame. Two piercing blue eyes are set in a comely face with a long nose, a chiseled jaw, and a killer smile. Short, messy black hair and heavy brows give him a dark and would-be-brooding look, were it not for his seemingly permanent smile and bright outlook.
Although his skin is fairly clear, barring a few minor scars here and there, a number of tattoos take up a lot of his skin. The largest and most obvious would be the one on his back, of an intricately designed cross. Two more tattoos are on a much smaller scale – Hecate’s symbol, one on the inside of each wrist.
His right arm has a small raised bump from where he had broken it, and not had it properly re-set.

Clothing Style:
Sam likes his dark colours. Shirts, t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies – he has plenty of casual wear, most in neutral or dark tones. He usually wears jeans, with leather boots and leather jacket for out and about wear. He has some nicer stuff for formal occasions; again, it’s not very likely for him to be wearing bright colours. One main thing he does wear is an old family signet ring – he insists it’s not for nostalgic reasons and rather it looks good on him, but it belonged to his Grandpops. And he loved his Grandpops. So he loves this ring.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Folk, Indie and Alternative music.
• Messing around on his guitar.
• Messing around in general.
• Rebellion!
• His family.
• Playing with fire. (Both in the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.)
• Old cowboy movies. He loves the Wild Wild West!
• Running.
• Ghosts and ghost stories.
• Chess.

Dislikes:

• Having visions
• His powers acting up and causing mayhem
• His powers not working at all when he wants them too.
• Turning into a random animal in his sleep.
• Idiots, dolts, and ignoramuses.
• Dolls. They're creepy man.

Fears:

• Commitment
• Seeing a vision of his own death, or the death of a loved one again.
• Losing control of his magic.

Habits:

• Setting things on fire (Accidently! Most of the time...)
• Jiggling his legs when sat down.
• Turning to jokes in a serious situation.

Personality:

♦ Secretive ♦ Companionable ♦ Compulsive ♦ Facetious

When it comes to socialising, Sammy is right at home. Although Hecate is often regarded as a mistrustful Goddess, what with her ability to use such dark magics, Sam is one of the most favourable and easy-going people you will ever meet. Inviting from the start of a conversation, he’s used to working an easy-going sarkiness, casual flirting or an innocent cynical remark into a talk with someone else. This flippant attitude of his rarely wavers, especially in the face of danger – whether it be the trivial ‘didn’t-hand-in-homework-for-the-third-time-in-a-row’ way, or real-life danger involving monsters and death.

And, what with him being a Demi-God and all, is far more common than one would assume.
On top of this, his actions are fairly compulsive. If he wants to do something, it’s likely he will do it without even regarding the consequences – for example, fleeing home in the middle of the night because of a disagreement with his Father at 16 years old. Although he may feel regret or even guilt in hindsight, it’s probable that the damage has already been wreaked.

Also, Sam can be very secretive. He’s not easy to trust, so is likely to put walls up around people, even his Mother and Sister. If someone tries to pry too much, he will become cold and stand-offish, and give the perpetrator an icy glare that will hasten a retreat. However, if he trusts someone enough, a kinder, warmer side of him will be revealed.

Background:
From a young age, Sammy had known he was a special one. Disregarding the fact that he continuously kept setting fire to his Nanny’s hairpieces and socks as a toddler, he had always felt different. In school, he made up for that sinking suspicion that he was not like his classmates, by acting the class clown. He was smart enough to get the grades he needed, but in lessons, he was a true little hellion. Everyone expected him to fail in his tests, but when it came to it, he aced them.

Other than that, he didn’t particularly do anything else. He went to school to talk to his pals, raise some hell, and get the grades he needed to stop his Dad kicking him out. Although pretty good at most of the sports, he avoided joining teams. He loved chess, but never joined chess club. As for his guitar, well, the school begged him to enter competitions and join clubs, but his answer was always no. He didn’t want to be tied to anything, to have responsibility for anything.

That wasn’t something his Father particularly wanted to hear. Being a Senator, he wanted his Son to follow in his footsteps. He was all ready to have an internship open for his Son when he graduated from High School, so he could have experience before going to college. That... pretty much scared Sam. Scared him enough that at 16 he had to turn to the one man he truly loved, the one man he respected; His Father’s Father. Or, Grandpops, as he called him.

After telling him of his situation, his Grandpops just nodded slowly, prodded him with his walking stick, and motioned towards the door.

“Son, if you let your Dad make your path for you, then you’re never going to get to where you want to be in life. Now, your Dad used to know that; he used to live by that. It’s how he met your Mother. But he’s changed now, and he’s trying to change you. Make your own path, and your dreams will come true.”

The words were heavy enough to act as a goodbye for the pair, and after an askance of a message to be passed along to his Father, Sam disappeared into the night.

It wasn’t long before the monsters found him. He’d hitch-hiked his way from Oregon to South Dakota, and was heading to see the Great Lakes when something stopped him. He’d never seen a thing like it. At first glance, it was a beautiful young girl, beckoning a finger to him in the middle of the woods. Then suddenly she shifted into a monster, with fangs and flames in her eyes. He would have been dead, if he hadn’t panicked and thrown his arms up to stop her from jumping on him. Suddenly, she became engulfed in flame, and was thrown into the afterlife with an agonizing shriek.

Staring at his smoking palms for a good few seconds, a female voice shocked him out of his stupor. Looking up, there was the woman he called Mother. He remembered seeing plenty of her as a young child, before his Dad became immersed in politics and life was pretty good. But he’d never seen her like this before - as a child, he had remembered warm eyes, warm smile, warm hair and warm hugs. Now she was as cold as the void of magic that radiated around her, the only lukewarm thing remaining of her being her smile as she looked at her son. After speaking for a few moments, in revealing who she was, and by proxy, who he truly was, she directed him in the direction of Utah, where a boarding school was kids like him went to learn and better themselves, in order to survive in a world of monsters and myths.

She helped him along the path to the school, and they departed as Mother and Son rather than strangers as he entered the school. And for the first time in his life, things seemed to be going well. Now if he set something on fire, people just laughed rather than turn away in fear. They didn’t judge him on who his Father was, or expect certain things of him. It was a perfect life – made even moreso when he met a younger sister at the age of 19.

Although unsure how to approach Ever at first, the two swiftly bonded, with him often helping her with her blindness and playing songs to her when it was quiet.

And that’s when his first vision hit him.

He had been in bed, getting ready to go to sleep when his head seemingly split open. Nonsensical images flooded his mind and his body racked in pain, blood vessels rupturing in his nose and ears. By the time he came to, it was morning, his head was aching and he was covered in blood. And he had also been left with a horrifying vision – His Father and Grandfather, being brutally murdered in their large Vermont home.

Without even telling anybody, he ripped open his windows and flung himself out, willing himself to turn into a bird. He’d never attempted a bird before, but it had to count now – there was no other way to get home, no other way to save his family. And so, as he entered the grounds a boy, he left as a large Raven, racing against the winds and time to get home.

By the time he had reached Vermont, he was so exhausted he changed back into his human form half-way through his descent to his home. Rather than landing on the outside balcony with the winds billowing behind him as he’d pictured, Sam landed in the nearby trees, the branches whipping against his body until he fell to a thud to the earthen floor, his arm giving a sickening crack as it broke beneath him. Nearly throwing-up in pain, he attempted to ignore his agony as he scrambled to his feet and ran to his home.

As it turned out, those few minutes cost him dearly. By the time he arrived, His Grandfather was already dead, killed by these strange men. Using one of his Father’s guns, Sam was able to fight off the remainder of them, managing to save his Father in the process.

The death of his Grandfather changed Sam.

At the funeral, his Dad attempted to exchange words, words of gratitude, of relief, and of sorrow. But Sam wasn’t interested in what his Father had to say. Leaving home once again the night after the funeral, he took to the roads once more. And there he stayed until recently, when his Mother appeared to him in her cold glory.
According to her, his visions were going to come more often, and some would be much worse than his first one. He was to return to the Academy, where the visions could be controlled, monitored, and perhaps even prevented.
Although hesitant at first, Sam heeded his Mother’s wishes, deciding to return to his true home once again. But there was guilt there – he’d never explained to Ever why he had left so suddenly; in fact, he had no idea if she knew he was alive or not. It would be hard to explain, and hard to regain her trust.

But... if it meant saving lives, if it meant stopping people feeling like he had watching his Grandpops die, then he would return to Olympus Academy.

Extra:

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Hecate

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Hm... good, I suppose. Hecate was in his life as a toddler, and showed up at hard times in his life through childhood and his early teenage years. Although there was a distinct absence of her during some truly troubling times of his adult life, he still loves her, and hopes to do her proud some day.

Godly Abilities:

Professor Xavier is in the house:
This power is probably Sam’s most powerful one – but also the most latent. More like a curse than an overall power, Sam is sometimes plagued with visions of horrific events soon to come. Although a rare occurrence, each visitation of a vision brings severe consequences. Depending on how bad the images of the future flitting through his mind are, he will be left with haemorrhaging from the nose, ears, eyes, and if particularly bad, will result in coughing up blood. After-effects include (ranging from mild vision to truly horrifying experience): Mild headaches, migraines, comatose state, death.
In addition to the future, he occasionally has nightmares of past events – things from history that happened eons ago, before his family line had even begun. Although not bringing any health problems along the way with them, they are enough to stop him from sleeping some nights.

All creatures big and small!:
Sam has always had a love of animals. However, he was more than shocked one day to find he could turn into them.
Well... some of them. So far he can do a wolf, various breeds of dogs and cats, a jaguar (That’s a favourite), and even a Raven once. He tried flying. It was great until he turned back into a human again mid-flight, resulting in a broken arm and various lacerations over his body. Fair to say, he prefers land-based creatures now.

You’re on fire, baby!:
He’d like to say that he can control fire, but control is not really the best word to use here. He assumes that the reason things seem to spontaneously combust around him is due to Hecate’s magic – which, if unlocked, could yield total control and perhaps even more elements – however, for the moment, he just creates a mess with the whole thing. If he finds something particularly amusing, or loses his temper, it’s not uncommon for a nearby appliance to explode. Or somebody’s eyebrows...

[AlteredTundra]

Harvey Nathaniel Blake - Artemis

Harvey Nathaniel Blake

"I‘m aware that I‘m an asshole, but I don‘t care about any of that, though.“ -Ronnie Radke

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Personal Information

Name: Harvey Nathaniel Blake

Nickname: Harvey, Nate(call him this and he’ll fucking gut you)

Birth Date: July 4th

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Fuck off

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Built in a hybrid of “very athletic” and “above-average muscular”, Harvey has a rather intimidating appearance to him. If one were to look at him shirtless, they would see finely-toned abdomens and pecs that one would mistake it for Terry Crews or something like that. His height reaches well over six feet, but nowhere near the height of the Son of Ares. If one were to stand the two of them right next to each other, Harvey would still be five inches shy. Now, with that being said, that puts Harvey at a respectable height of 6’1. His weight matches with it being just over 210lbs.

With a rather short hairstyle, Harvey’s medium-brown hair is shaved on the side and has a smooth, almost silky-texture to its feel. It keeps it combed back in a slightly-spiked fashion. He uses so much gel that one would mistake him for some kind of Guido. Paired with his hair, he has a pair of olive-green eyes. He has several rows of trapezoid-shaped tattoos that run vertically from the his lower abdomen region to just below his ears on both side of his body. He also has two piercing on the right side of his forehead with dot-shaped, silver rings on it.

Clothing Style:
With an array of blacks, dark blues, and grays of colors, Harvey’s clothes usually consist of vests, jeans, normal walking shoes, and tanks.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Hunting
• Being able to condition his body so he’s able to hunt more efficiently.
• Saying the word “fuck”
• Heavy metal music
• Checking out chicks
• The children of Ares and everyone else that isn‘t the children of Zeus
• His pet whitetiger, Jace.
  
  • In both height and weight, Jace is slightly larger than your average White Tiger. His eyes are considerably different as they have a blue color to them. His fur is mainly white with dark brown, almost black, stripes on it.
    
    It might be odd for a White Tiger, who is usually a very solitary animal, to be the pet to a demigod, but Harvey helped out Jace when he was injured and unable to fend for himself. Due to that rather selfless act, Jace has felt that he owed Harvey his life and he loves Harvey with all his being. If anyone were to attack him, Jace wouldn't think twice about attacking whomever was attacking his master. However, due to the nature of Jace, Harvey chose to leave him in the forest nearby. Harvey goes there every weekend to visit him and Jace knows Harvey by his scent, so he knows when to show his face and when to stay hidden.
• Other vicious animals like tigers and bears(they seem to love him for some reason)
• The thought of Artemis dying.
• The color blue.

Dislikes:

• His middle name. He thinks it makes him sound nerdy
• His mother
• Having to wait or sit down for long periods of time
• Any music that doesn’t make him want to mosh
• prissy dancing
• School
• The Children of Zeus

Fears:

• Contracting the disease of stupidity
• Having to see his cunt mother again
• Snakes

Habits:

• Interrupted people if they start to bore him
• Saying fuck almost every other sentence
• Spouting obscenities at people he deems moronic, idiotic, and/or a plain pain in his ass(so everyone XD)

Personality:

♦ Vulgar ♦ Independent ♦ Rude ♦ Proud/Stubborn

To say that Harvey has the mouth of a sailor would be an accurate statement. There isn’t really ANY curse word that he doesn’t know. If it exists in the dictionary or the urban dictionary, odds are that Harvey knows it, and that he uses it frequently. There’s just something about telling people what he thinks of them by adding a situation-appropriate curse word that makes him smile on the inside. He could use one to describe a happy sensation about a situation or how idiotic and stupid a person is. He could use it to exaggerate how bored he is or how impatient he is. Harvey would even use it against women. He really doesn’t care how he uses it just as long as people shut the fuck up when he does.

As an extension of his vulgarity, Harvey is rather rude. He gives no fucks and won’t take any even if they were offered on a silver platter. He will push and shove his way through people until he knew that they knew that he wasn’t someone to fuck with. If they got in his face, he would push and shove even harder until they learned their place. When he’s rude, he goes the extra mile and becomes a bit of a dickhead. To most, he is often seen as a rude boy(street gang member). That’s really not true, though. He just has really low patience - especially for the stupid. If he’s confronted by said people, he won’t hesitate to nigh-bully them around until they bother someone else. This could often lead to confrontations that would otherwise been avoided by a more patient man.

There’s a certain amount pride that comes with Harvey. He doesn’t like to admit it to others, but when certain things happen(like his Killer Soul taking over), he shames himself quite a bit, but does so in solitude. Only a few people know about the shame he feels when he loses control. Only a few people really know how much pain he feels on the inside when he finds out that he’s hurt people without being consciously-aware of it. Sure, when it happens, he’ll curse up a storm, but after that, Harvey isolates himself from everyone. Like stated, it’s a pride thing. In his mind, he thinks if he does it all by himself then he won’t have to deal with the fact that he might or might not have hurt someone - and in turn, he hurts those close to him without even realizing it.

History:
Since day one, Harvey was living a life of kill or be killed. That is, after all, what growing up on the streets of Chicago would do to a kid.

He never knew who his father was - not that Harvey ever needed one. He had the fellow Street Kids to look after him. They were his only family. He leaned how to survive. He learned which corners were safest from gang wars and the like and which streets were practically suicide. He learned how to fake illnesses to get shelter in hospitals and he learned how to pick pockets. Everything that he was taught came in handy in more than a dozen different scenarios with the risk factor raising as each one presented itself to him.

Since the time he learned how to take a piss to the time he was old enough to get his own job, Harvey had one ideology planted so far into his memory that it stuck with him all the way until his teen years: kill or be killed. Eventually that same ideology brought him face-to-face with his bitch of a mother, Artemis.

The meeting of his mother was something far from any Hallmark, sappy, chick-flick movie. There wasn’t any happy embrace, no tearful hellos or any of that shit. From what Harvey could recall, his mom came to him on the eve of his fifteenth birthday citing that her bastard kid actually turned out to be not a total disappointment. Of course, this was met back with some rather extreme obscenities form Harvey. Artemis would just laugh and say that he had guts.

And then the bitch made herself seem even more of a bitch.

On his hand, she branded him with her Mark. She told him that, when the time came, it would reveal its true nature to him. Harvey looked at her with the most blank expression one could get. She laughed and simply told him to trek to Ohio where he would find likeminded individuals - and a sister(if he was lucky).

Originally, Harvey told her to fuck off, citing he had no interest in being surrounded by a bunch of fuckwads who didn’t know the difference between their mouths and the shit that crawled up from their rectum.

Fast-forward a couple of years and Harvey found himself in deep shit. That mark that his so-called “mother” gave him revealed its first power and that of some raging, berserking ability that caused so much hell for Harvey. Every single person that ticked him off - which was half of the Chicago PD - were murdered by his own hands and he became a wanted man. How’s that for an incentive to get the fuck out of dodge?

So, after months of trekking to Ohio, he arrived at Olympus Academy and has been there ever since his 18th birthday. Whoopty-fucking-doo.
Extra: Apollo!!!

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Artemis

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Put frankly, fuck her. In his mind, Artemis can go die for all he cares. She never wanted Harley as a son — or any son for that matter - so why should he care for her as a mother? She only wanted Elise. That was all fine and dandy for Harvey. He always knew that she didn’t want kids - let alone any sons - so, Harvey just doesn’t let that affect him. Each time that she tries to reach out(which is a rarity), Harvey handles it like he does with everything..that meaning he doesn’t and he ignores her stupid bitch-ass.

Godly Abilities:
Mark of Artemis:
A blessing and a curse, the Mark of Artemis(for Harvey) comes in the form in a burn-like tattoo that wraps around Harvey’s left hand. While it is mainly is transparent into the skin, each time he desires to use any of its abilities, the mark will glow with a silver and blue(with it respectively being the arrows and moon[and the markings])It’s said to resemble both Artemis’ weird love for her son and her disgust for him. It is also said that this is the source of his extraordinary hunting prowess, but also the source of his Killer Soul. Because it’s the source of both the good and evil of his abilities, Harvey has no choice but to accept that its branded on his hand forever.

Something else that the Mark of Artemis holds within it, is something that can be summoned at will for Harvey: The Bow of Artemis. An odd gift that Harvey found that his mother gave him - especially considering that Artemis prefers Elise over him, yet she granted him her bow. Whatever; Harvey never questioned it. To him, it did not come from her, but rather it came from his own power that just so happened to be her’s. Whichever the reason may be, the fact remained: Harvey had the bow and it was his most prized possession. The bow itself has a near-golden hue to it and is shaped by a lunar moon. It glows with the bluish-white hue of the moon and shoots arrows of pure lunar energy. No surprise that it’s most effective in the nighttime.
Hunter’s Soul:
If there was ever a passive ability that Harvey had, it was the ability to hunt. It’s the one thing that Harvey felt that his mother was able to do good for him with. His ability to hunt is only matched by his ability to not only track things in almost impossible locations and at unimaginable lengths, but he also has such a high predatory instinct that it almost makes him seem more like an animal than a demigod.

His hunting intuition is so great that he has quite the extraordinary talent of being able to hunt anything anywhere. He can track under almost every kind of condition imaginable, be able to sense the weakness of his prey, and exploit them when he goes in for the kill. Added to that, his proficiency with a bow and arrow is only rivaled by his mother. He is able to take the perfect shot hundreds of yards away and hit square dab on the money.

His tracking skills are another thing to be reckoned with. Like his pet tiger, Killer, he is a master tracker, able to take in a scent of something that has been left behind for days at a time and almost always find its source. He also can discern numerous factors of a situation and thus make himself a master of pursuit and capture; though this requires immense patience, which he doesn’t have. Due to that, his pursuit abilities are compromised most of the time.

Killer Soul:
There is something unnatural - almost supernatural - that happens to Harvey. Be it the blood that flows through his veins thanks in all part to his bitch of a mother, Artemis or something else at work. Harvey, within himself, contains the instinct that of a killer. When he reaches a certain state of anger, his rage blocks out all emotion and awareness; there is only a kill or be killed mentality. This could be comparable to a survival of the fittest-type of mentality. However, the brutally-honest truth is that Harvey literally goes berserk in this state.

The sad part about Killer Soul is that it can happen at any given moment. Any time that Harvey gets to a point of anger, he can’t control himself. Due to the nature of this uncontrollable rage, the limiters placed on Harvey’s body are unlocked, giving him a higher-than superhuman condition. With this, he surpasses his constant Supernatural condition. The scariest part is how efficiently he can kill in this state of mind. Easily with hands or a weapon in his hand, Harvey is a one-man killing machine. There have been instances where he would be able to take on a group of demigods without even trying - and win.

Even though it’s an impressive feat of strength, it has a time limit. Due to how much stamina and energy he wastes when in this berserker-like rage, he can only stay conscious for about two minutes(3-5 posts). When he regains consciousness, Harvey remembers nothing.

Supernatural Condition:
Like all children of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, Harvey has a near-superhuman condition that is unlike that of normal humans. He can achieve feats of raw power and other type of feats that are only matched by his fellow demigods and demigoddesses.

[McHaggis]

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[Komo]

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[Obscurus]

Raymond Severus Jones/Aphrodite

Raymond Severus Jones

"Our chief want in life, is somebody who shall make us do what we can." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Personal Information

Name:
Raymond Severus Jones

Nickname:
Ray, Snape, Mr. Jones

Birth Date:
November 5th

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Thick black hair falls almost over his dark blue eyes. This caucasian boy stands about 1 meter and 75 cm tall. He has some lean muscle on him. There's a small tattoo on the side of his torso:

Hider

Most of the time a cigarette adorns his face.

Clothing Style:
He wears a leather jacket. And ofcourse the cigarette. Most of the time in his mouth, otherwise behind his ear for later. A black shirt, black jeans, black sneakers. A silver earring on the top back of his left ear. A silver thumb ring on his left thumb.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• smoking
• speaking his mind
• making latte art
• eloquence
• blues and country music
• blowing smoke rings
• playing the harmonica
• Ghandi
• Go (the game)
• crosswordpuzzles

Dislikes:

• waking up early
• lies and pretence
• authority (other than him)
• peanut butter
• blue cheese
• goody two shoes
• lovey-dovey couples

Fears:

• Living without purpose
• cockroaches
• lung cancer

Habits:

• smoking
• scratching his nose
• tossing a coin

Personality:

♦ hellbent ♦ melancholical ♦ subversive ♦ philosophical

Raymond doesn't think very highly of himself. Neither does he of anybody else. He might come of as a bully, as he feels the need to 'speak his mind'. He is truthful in the way that what he says is his truth. He is lead by his instincts. His feelings, his gut. Unlike most of his siblings, Raymond isn't a typical cupido. He isn't a shining rainbow of love, or a sexual sensation, not a symbol of unconditional affection, not lust personified. No. But he ís a temptation. A dark one.

This guy will question your motives with a heads on tirade, whenever he feels there is injustice or dishonesty going on somewhere.
That's probably the reason why he felt so much resistance in his life and feels like the world is against him.
He needs his safe places, his habits, his retraite.

Background:
Raymond's father couldn't settle with any other woman after he had been with the godess of love herself. So in his life, Ray saw a lot of potential substitution mothers, come and go. When ray was six, he turned into a little black goat. That was when his dad decided to tell him he was aphrodite's son. Back then, Ray was still at the age of everything being plausible, so it was never really weird for him. Santa was still real as well at the time. When he was eight, one of his dad's girlfriends confessed to him that she liked to watch candles. And fires in general. And how they consumed everthing. An hour later, their house was burning down. The woman was laughing hysterically. They moved to another town. When he was thirteen, he found out he was the only guy in class having no trouble with girls. One of his female teachers that he had a crush on, was later fired for kissing a minor, which was also a student. His father didn't know who was the victim here and had a hard time talking to his son about all this. When he was seventeen, Ray got caught dealing drugs. His father told him that it might be better if Ray left for a place where 'he could be more himself'. Ray still suspects his father of meaning: 'a place where he doesn't cause any trouble'
And now he's here. He visits his dad sometimes in the holidays.

Extra: He works at the campus café
favorite god changed to hades. Especially if it's Alan Brody.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Aphrodite

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Not so well. Raymond doesn't feel acknowledged by his godly mother. As he doesn't exactly represent her values. Aphrodite doesn't give him much attention

Godly Abilities:

black sheep of the family: At will, Raymond can turn himself into a bull-sized ferocious black ram. Any form in between human and ram is also possible.

Hider

Aphrodisiaca:Raymond honors his middle name by actually being able to brew a lovepotion. But that is just one of the uses and forms. He can influence emotions of people through substances or objects. The requirements are: 1) he has to touch it first 2) then the person has to ingest, touch or inhale it. Could be hard sometimes. Could be simple. The medium for instance, could be smoke.

Tell me your secrets/ Come to the dark side: Raymond has an aura about him, if he chooses it, that makes people confess their hidden desires and fantasies. Their boundaries evaporate. It turns them to a more primal state. It starts with confessing what they secretly want. The longer they are exposed, the more likely the chance that they will turn it into action. While people are in this state, Ray can make a fitting suggestion that gives him minor control over their actions.
Most of the time he has it 'switched off' for the sake of normal contact with people. Plus on school grounds, he has been forbidden to use it.

[SrslyAnArtist]

Avery Castle/Hephaestus

Avery Castle

"Gonna go and get me a shot
Gonna knock it back forget all my blues
Yeah that really hits the spot
I'm feeling pretty fierce in my dancin' shoes." -Shady, Adam Lambert

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Personal Information

Name:
Avery Esme Castle

Nickname:
Aves, Castle

Birth Date:
Nov. 28

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Avery is slim, curvy, five-foot, and four and a half. Her body is lithe from all the dancing she likes to do-a healthy meal of ballroom, with a side or contemporary and jazz, hold the ballet. Her creamy skin and the dark auburn-brown hair inheirited from her irish mother, set off her amber eyes, which glow in the dark sometimes. Her skin is unmarked, except for the tattoo that winds across her left shoulder.

Clothing Style:
Avery likes to wear regular t-shirts, and sometimes halter tops for when it's hot. She mainly wears jeans and lightweight combat boots for regular use, and you'll never see her without her leather jacket. Her type of style is mostly whatever's comfortable, band shirts, and she really likes the steampunk styles.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Dancing: Cha-cha and tango, to be precise.
• Playing with fire.
• Panic! At The Disco-A band.
• Building things.
• Pranks.

Dislikes:

• Spiders.
• Anything pink, except for flowers.
• Snotty girls with high pitched voices.
• Don't call her Aves, she'll kill you.
• Being sassed by thirteen year-olds.
• Crying and what it entails.

Fears:

• Losing control of her powers and dying and/or killing her loved ones.
• Being suffocated, i.e, drowning.
• Has a fear of being grabbed her ankle and dragged down someplace dark and horrifying.

Habits:

• Humming lyrics while she works.
• Occasionally uses dance footwork to worm her way through crowded spaces.
• Draws on her hands and arms.

Personality:

♦ Fierce ♦ Playful ♦ Creative ♦ Protective

Avery can be fierce and sometimes scary, a trick inherited from her mother, but is usually playful and relaxed. Although some people see her as never taking anything serious, she actually is just trying to laugh because she prefers it to crying. She is creative with how she pulls her pranks, as well as new improvements made to weapons and other items, and is very protective of herself and others when threatened, verbally or physically. She usually has many friends, but only a few are close to her, because she has had issues trusting people in the past.

Avery might be able to play with fire, but that doesn't mean she's always bright like one-she was bullied in school, and it fucked her head up. She has self esteem issues, and she tend to lash out sometimes, because she feels so bitter and lonely. But she will realize her mistake and try to make up for it, even if there's no possible way she'll ever be able to.

Background:
Avery lived in Englewood, New Jersey until she was ten years old, when she moved to New York because her mother wanted a change of scenery (or at least, that's what she said), and had a job offer to be a tattooist. She helped her mother with tattoo ideas, and was allowed to go to her workplace after school. Her mom's boss saw no harm in letting her learn how to be a tattooist, and when she turned sixteen she was allowed to work there.

In 2005, Avery discovered a lifelong favorite band-Panic! At The Disco, when they released their first album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.She fell in love with their music and idolized them. She's been a fan for years, observing the ways in which the music matured and developed. When she was younger, she was having a rough time at school, and had thoughts of suicide; the popular girls bullied her everyday. Physically and emotionally, but when she listened to Panic! At The Disco, she could feel herself pulling away from depression. It shaped how she processes things and works through her problems. Not to mention her clothing style-she watched I Write Sins Not Tragedies and The Ballad Of Mona Lisa, and she thought, Hey, that's badass lookin'.

Extra:
She has a two year old Doberman named Bellezza that she raised from seven weeks old by hand.
hephaestus helped her create a motorcycle that can fly through the air.
Her Theme
Basically, he's singing about the side of him that fucks everything up, and the side that tries to pick up the slack.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Mutual interest in motorcycles, and mutual respect for one another.

Godly Abilities:
-Can fix any broken vehicle (chariots, cars, motorcycles, etc.).
-Manipulate fire: she can control fire that is already lit easily, but creating a small ball in the palm of each hand requires concentration. She can turn the fire into missiles, and use them as little balls of searchlights, but creating huge constructs is beyond her.
-Impervious to high temperatures (high summer doesn't affect her like most people), but eighthundred is way to hot for even her to stand.
-Fire Eyes; the ability to make her eyes glow like flames to see in the dark. She can see things up to five yards away. To turn it on, she imagines that her eyes are balls of fire that are being kindled by wood or gasoline, and to turn it off, she imagines something that fire cannot survive in, like water.

[LovelyAnastasia]

Marilee E. Laikos/Hecate

Marilee

"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls." -Sylvia Plath

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Personal Information

Name:
Marilee Eleni Laikos

Nickname:
Mar, Mari, MEL (her initials)

Birth Date:
November 23

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible (Mostly guys, but sometimes girls peak her interest)

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
At first glance, Marilee looks a bit like an angsty metal-head who shares closets with a thrift-shop-visiting hipster. But under the dark eye shadow, long wild hair and ruddy lipstick is a rather pretty girl. She has big blue eyes so pale they almost look like moonlight on a mirror’s surface. Her nose is small and pert framed by full cheeks and rather high cheekbones. Her mouth, usually hidden by odd shades (sometimes weird pale cream colors, sometimes muddy browned reds) of lipstick, is full and resembles a lovely little bud, which can blossom if you ever get her to smile. Her skin, though not as pale as her mother’s, is fair and perfectly smooth. On the back of her neck is a tattoo she has of a triple face woman (her mother, visage and all) surrounded by the harvest moon. In the middle of her back is Hekabe, her mother’s mastiff canine servant, who holds a torch in her mouth and whose collar is adorned with her mother’s symbol.

Clothing Style: She looks best in dark clothes, in her own opinion, though deep wine reds and off-white dresses also suit her. Marilee likes to sleep in long white nightgowns, bit most of her other clothing is pretty normal. Jackets over hoodies and thrift store shirt (that she’s modified) over t-shirts is how she usually rolls. Just because she doesn’t have much money, doesn’t mean she can’t look rockin’. She doesn’t wear pants much, but if she does it is usually jeans or black pants with a particularly gothic-sense to them. Boots with just a little bit of heel to them are her preferred shoe, though she also likes flats. As for formal wear... well, she doesn’t really have anything for that. She’d probably swing by the closest thrift shop and grab a dark colored dress with some sleeve to it (she hates her shoulders showing). Marilee also always wears the mismatching jewelry that looks ancient and tarnished, but treasured and beloved. Her mother’s pendent is always around her neck and her father’s ring has been fitted to hand just above it on a strip of leather.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Gardening, Cooking, Having Tea
• Rock, Metal, Indie, and Classical Music
• Her Aunt and Uncle.
• A winter evening with hot chocolate near a fire.
• An autumn afternoon in a clearing, in a forest...
• Reading, Sewing, Drawing.

Dislikes:

• Being unable to control her powers.
• Bullies, Arrogance, and Destructive Creeps.
• Being unable to help people.
• Having to always be in control of her emotions.
• Horror movies
• Math

Fears:

• Losing control so bad it hurts someone.
• Tiny cramped spaces.
• Lightning.

Habits:

• Forgetting to color her eyebrows darker so they actual show up on her face.
• Making things float around her or bursting light bulbs when she get upset.
• Biting her nails.
• Taking things too seriously.

Personality:

♦ Reserved ♦ Cautious ♦ Loyal ♦ Anxious

Quiet and reserved, Marilee doesn’t make moves to interact with other much. She’s always been nervous about getting too close to people who can’t defend themselves properly against her magic. Perhaps she is more like her father than her Goddess mother on the inside. She is rather gentle and tries to avoid confrontations, but do not think she is weak. Her inner strength, just like it was in her father, makes her stronger than anyone will ever know. Her magic, though imposing and often thought of as dark, she always tries to keep a balance within herself. Dark and Light, always equal. This is something Marilee tries to live by.

But it can be difficult. With her powers so closely tied to her emotional state, sometimes bad things happen when she can’t keep it all bottled in. Her anxiety steams from the pressure of being on a knife’s edge all the time. But things like tea and meditations usually help her relax. It also helps to listen to wild music, letting the musicians go wild for her almost. She can’t help but admire people who are passionate and honest about their feelings. It makes her guilty sometimes, when she can’t be like that.

She is always planning out every move she makes or every thing she says. It is as though she feels she needs to. While her mother represents so much raw freedom, the gifts she passed onto her daughter have only created chains around the girl’s heart. Appearing cold and standoffish at first, it saddens her that this is how she feels she must be to protect people for herself. But once someone gets close enough to her that she feels she can be more herself, they’ll find a kind and gentle person with stubborn loyalty and protective care.



Background:
Marilee was born to a rather small family in a low-middle class town. Her father was a flower shop owner who had his own herb garden and two dogs. Her aunt and uncle lived next door and helped him look after his…unique daughter. In school, Marilee was always approached cautiously; her unsettling eyes just the surface of peculiarities. She was clever and tried to stay out of trouble, but one day a little blonde girl decided to make her the class target of ridicule. She told Marilee that the reason her mother left her was because she was ugly and odd.

For a child, this was one of the most hurtful things in the world. So she started to cry. And as she cried, her eyes started to glow an eerie red color. All the lights in the classroom burst and the little girl’s hair started to float around her. When she screamed at the blonde girl that she was wrong, she thought of the absolute worst thing a toddler could thing of. And her thought came true. The little blonde girl cowering before her went bald.

The outburst was odd enough to get her moved to another class, but explained away as a freak accident. The little girl who went bald? Well, she obviously was sick, nothing more, nothing less. Her father, aunt and uncle however knew the truth. They all looked so disappointed and sad. So Marilee, little young thing that she was, decided that she would never ‘do bad things like that’ ever again. Soon after her father died in a car accident and the little girl was sent next door to live with her kindly aunt and uncle.

Middle school and High school made that pretty difficult. Raging hormones, mixing with deep magic, and put on the flames of being the school freak? It was a potent little potion that was always difficult to keep from boiling over. When light bulbs burst or windows cracked or things just went a little crazy, Marilee was looked at with suspicion. No one could ever prove it, but they all saw the weird molten color her eyes could turn when she got too upset. The teachers could explain everything after the accidents, but everyone in school knew that when the freaky witch girl glowed, something bad was going to happen. And you’d think they’d learn to leave her alone.

But no, they didn’t. And when her classmates started to get frantic, she darted right out of school. The images of all the horrified face of anyone who had ever seen her ‘uniqueness’ flashed in front of her eyes. No one else had these things happening to them. No one else talked to ghost and could make thing levitate or burst. Freak. She was a freak!

The ground around her seemed to sway and she fell. Had she run that far? She was already deep in the dark woods that bordered the town. She should of just been able to look over her shoulder and see the school from past the tree-line, but instead all she saw was more forest. Panic engulfed her. Her aunt and uncle always cautioned her to stay in town. There were wolves in the woods, and they were hungrier than ever this year. She could see it now: High School Student Gets Devoured By Wolves – High School Students Rejoice At Good Fortune!

But the sensation of someone’s hand on her head replaced her panic with warmth. Like the memory of her mother… Silver mist that usually stuck so close to the Nebraskan forest floor pooled around her. It built up in one are, till the form a woman shimmer through. Like moonlight melting into soft shadows, the woman’s form materialized. Her eyes burned like torches in the deepest night, her hair was dark as midnight shadows, her skin pale like the moon. She was beautiful. And her face looked familiar.

It was like a more beautiful, powerful and peaceful version of her own face. I, Hecate, Mother of Moonlight and Mist, Shadow and Sorcery, am you’re mother, Marilee, the words whispered all around her, a musical sound so familiar the girl almost wept. It was the same tone as something from her memories. The memory of the day at her father’s funeral, when her mother had held her and stroked her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

“Mother,” Marilee’s voice was a strangled sob, but somehow she knew that in her mother’s presence ‘bad things’ would happen. The serene smile on the beautiful Goddess’s face sent a comforting ease through the teenage girl, like warm water mixing with her anxious blood.

You are the daughter of Hecate, her mother’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, You are not a ‘freak’, but a Demi-Goddess, My Moonbeam. Never let them tell you otherwise. The beautiful shining figure raised a delicate hand and made a small graceful motion with her fingers. A dog trudged through the dark forest, a mastiff by the sheer size of the creature, and stopped before them. Hekabe shall be you’re guide to town, the divine voice whispered around her, as if coming from every shadow the forest held, When you are ready, I shall send you another message, My Marilee. You shall know when it is time, for Hekabe shall deliver it to you. Go now, Sweetling, and never be afraid to call to me, for I shall always hear you.

And slowly, with a loving smile, the visage of her mother in mist dissipated. The dog, who Marilee strongly suspected was far more than mere mortal animal, led her home, sure and straight as an arrow. The noble creature even stuck around a while to receive a nice cut of brown sugar ham Marilee had been saving in the fridge. Hekabe even let Marilee scratch behind her ears while she devour the tasty reward.

And it wasn’t very long that she had to wait from another visit of her divine mother’s loyal and noble familiar. The message was delivered on the eve of Samhain, a beautiful pendent tied to a very old tome with lovely silver ribbon. When the ribbon was untied (and Hekabe getting plenty of tasty meaty treats) it turned to mist in the moonlight. The silver mist formed words that informed Marilee that she was to enter a school for children of Gods and Goddesses, where she could learn better control and use of her powers. Telling her aunt and uncle, who celebrated with her, they all feasted that night. Even Hekabe stuck around for the festivities.

Extra: Marilee considers herself Wiccan, and respects all the Gods, but her favorites are Eros and Hades…

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Hecate

Relationship With Godly Parent:
They are distant, but she respects and admires her mother. Hecate was around every so often, but usually as an illusion or something untouchable. Hopefully whatever lucky offspring she spent more time with in tangible form appreciates it. But it was mostly her father who raised her, and her aunt and uncle later on after her father died. Hecate only once came to her in physical form and that was at her father’s funeral. The memory of her mother petting her head as she cried is something precious to Marilee. Perhaps they can have a closer relationship now that she isn’t running away from who she is.

Godly Abilities:
Magic – This were being born female gave Marilee a bit more of an advantage. Since she is a girl, her magic is strong, tied to her feminine demi-goddess soul. Some of the things she can will to do are minor compared to her mother and previous daughters of Hecate (like the old Greek rumor of one being Circe). She can make thing levitate, she can make things explode, she can speak words to summon small flames and she can even whisper words to coax mist. Marilee can also go through extensive rituals and spell-working to create potions, charms and hexes to influence thing to occur, but they are often rather weak. For example her ‘love charm’ are more ‘he looked at me today!’ charms, and her ‘healing potions’ are more like ‘well it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before’ potions. The magic is so tied with her emotions that she really has to feel it or will it for it to work. And she’s a pretty hesitant and hesitant person…

Ghosts - While most mortals call it ‘psychic’ or being a ‘medium’, it’s just plain normal for Marilee to have little chats with the wandering dead. The strength of communication depends on the strength of the soul, but she can concentrate to get a better ‘connection’ so to speak. Something she can also do is a summoning of a specter from the afterlife, though she has to preform a ritual with something that belonged to them. And it doesn’t always work. Just like a phone call, ghosts can decide not to answer a summons.

[Plank Sinatra]

Dana Harada/Ares

Harada Dana

"I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists." -Charlie Sheen

Personal Information

Name:
Danaye Harada

Nickname:
Dana

Birth Date:
April 1st

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Dana doesn't cut the type of figure you would expect from the daughter of Ares. She is taller than the average woman, especially one of her ethnicity, standing at around 5'10" and weighing in at 110 pounds. Though every muscle is outlined and taken care of from non-isometric exercise, her natural light weight in proportion to her height gives her a slim, willowy appearance. Dana herself is a pretty girl, with high cheeks, a button nose, and sculpted lips that are usually drawn in an assured half-smile or glancing around inquisitively - an expression that is more common than ever after her move to America. The only uncontrollable part of her appearance is her short chestnut hair, faintly highlighted with crimson, which frames her face in unruly tufts.

Clothing Style:
Frankly, it depends on where she is. Having spent most of her life in the rigid Japanese educational system and raised by a mother who made casual elegance her goal, on campus Dana's wardrobe tends to be fashionable and chic. Though not officially a school uniform (and much too relaxed besides,) she will rarely be seen in a class without a monochrome top on underneath a Chanel jacket, a tight skirt and slight heels. When out for a bite to eat, however, her clothing takes a large turn for the rebellious. If she wears a second layer at all, it will be a slim-fitting hoodie with a pocket large enough to stuff two hands and whatever electronic device they're holding inside. She's more likely to be found wearing a backless tank top and slim, tattered jeans, often with an unnecessarily tight red-and-black studded belt and a bracelet of the same color. A pair of casual footwear like TOMS or Keds usually substitutes for heels in cases like this.

It's also worth noticing that, even when dressed up, Dana is not above getting dirty. In case of a fight that sparks up like a wildfire, as so many fights do, her jacket will be effortlessly flung to the dirt and her heels kicked off directly into her adversary's gut. Professionals have no problem fighting barefoot, after all; should she be any different?

Delving Deeper

Likes:
*Dance Dance Revolution
*Guitar Hero
*Chanel
*Gucci
*High-quality leather
*Italian food
*French food
*Diner food
*Papa John's
*Automobiles
*Calisthenics
*Gymnastics
*Yoga
*Yoga pants
*Kendo
*Kickboxing
*Gadgetry
*Wine
*Sake
*Blanket forts

Dislikes:
*Prada
*Louis Vutton
*Cheap leather
*Buying new denim
*Mexican food
*Driving on the right side of the road
*How easy it is to miss a little thing like a speed limit
*Wrestling
*Beer
*Whiskey
*Being chilly
*Being made fun of
*Stereotypes or slights regarding her father

Fears:
*Loneliness
*Powerlessness
*Dishonor
*Airplanes
*Boats
*Fingertips scraping an empty wallet during a sale
*No man alive

Habits:
*Crossing arms behind back
*Crossing legs
*Tilting head when staring at someone
*Breaks silences with indeterminate and situational mouth noises

Personality:

♦ Quiet ♦ Forceful ♦ Polite ♦ Curious

Dana may sometimes say no more three sentences during the duration of a two hour conversation, but the fact that she tends towards aloofness in a conversational setting does not mean she's shy or timid. Rather, the daughter of Ares tends to look at a conversation partner with both hands cupping her chin, watching intensely for something behind the words and speaker. She may also choose to speak solely when it serves to earn her something - the culmination of being the daughter of a trial lawyer and an only child at that - but she's much more used to being straight-talking and frank than she is to manipulating people. If it comes down to that, that's why Dad made her eyes so big and her bottom lip so pouty. Dana's general choice of places to open up more tend to be anywhere where food is being served between two individuals, or on a shopping trip - things that entail both a reward and a chance for intimate conversation, removed from a small group. That said, she does have a quiet fascination with the wide open spaces that surround Olympus Academy, the total lack of hustle and bustle, and America's curious taste in idioms.

Background:

Believe it or not, even Olympians sometimes find themselves in a legal bind. Hermes' early bouts of thievery aside, not one god was taken to task for his or her sphere of influence quite so often as Ares, God of War. The bloodthirsty immortal would often find himself fighting a war with particular zeal and go too far in the eyes of man; in most instances, Zeus would allow Ares to spirit himself away, but once every few centuries the God of War was left to stew in his own hell. It was during one such situation in the last decade of the 20th century when Ares found himself on the wrong side of failed Yakuza interests in Japan, and a Yamaguchi-gumi retained lawyer was tasked to defend him from the investigation that followed. As absurd as it was, Ares followed the trial to completion, and was so impressed by the poise and cool under fire that his attorney displayed - not at all dissimilar to that of a trained elite - that the two soon fathered a child together.

Said resultant seed, Harada Danaye, grew into a quiet, independent girl with a penchant for laissez-faire leadership, but leadership nonetheless, of most group activities within the school. This, coupled with increasingly frequent visits from Ares as she sprouted into adolescence, nurtured the belief in the God of War that perhaps his daughter wasn't cut out to languish alone amongst humans in Japan for the rest of her life, and she found herself directed to Olympus Academy in a new country across the world. Thus far, the experience has proved a healthy one for her, even if it has reinforced some of her more aloof traits.

Extra:
Hephaestus still best boy

Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Ares

Relationship With Godly Parent:
One of mutual respect and courtesy - though not one of particular familial closeness, Dana strives to do right by her father's honor without falling into a state of bloodlust. Her failures in this regard tend to be a source of amusement for her father, however; whether or not Dana realizes this is unknown.

Godly Abilities:
Kiss Kiss!- The daughter of Ares is not particularly stocky, and though she is adept with several manners of weaponry she doesn't have much natural strength in her slim form. Using this power, Dana's body will react as though it's a phone hooked up to some invisible charger in a fight, channeling her feelings into a healthier source of adrenaline that increases her strength exponentially as her emotions grow hotter in a fight.

Bang Bang!- As stated above, Dana is adept with most manner of weaponry and can amplify their force, turning even improvised projectiles into a weekend in bed groaning. A paper dart jury-rigged to a rubber band may shatter the glass on a classroom door in her hands; any baseball thrown at the back of your head may cause more than a normal hairline fracture; if she ever gets so much as a shotgun in her hands and has reason to point it at you, she may as well be wielding the reincarnated Enola Gay in the palms of her hands.