AlteredTundra

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Sanity43217 Sweet! Looking forward to it. :)

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{l o c a t i o n • N a i a d e s L a k e i n t e r a c t i o n s • D u s t y n D a l & A v e m @MissCapnCrunch @Plank Sinatra @Rockette}

In between Vivian's head feeling it was going to explode from the inside and how much her body was already aching from her tumble down from the moderately-sized cliff that she fell from, she somehow found the strength from within to actually stand up. Though, as she stumbled somewhat, Vivian was grateful that her back hit up against her brother's chest. Thank her Godly father for producing at least one sturdy child because Vivian sure wasn't such a person. She was as fragile as fragile got. She could still hear the ringing in her ears and every sound that she heard only was multiplied and the pain was even more so than that.

As the blonde finally found her equilibrium, she eyed the partygoers, her eyes first going to the rather pretty Son of Hera who would then echo her brother about the ice. She wasn't sure if they were looking at her, but as soon as she could, she slowly turned to her brother. "I'm okay. I just have a really bad headache," she whined, nodding to his offer about getting some ice. "That would be dandy," Vivian smile beamed at her brother.

Just a moment later, Dustyn spoke from behind her. She turned quickly, but she knew that was a mistake. Her vision went from slightly double to just about seeing five of Dusty. It was in that same moment, she saw five Dustyn Flint's holding out a bloody tooth and giving it to her. Whatever was happening, Vivian knew she had hit her head harder than she would have liked to. Being the kind of person that she was, however, Vivian reached out and took the tooth. It only took four more tries before she finally took it. "T-thanks," Vivian awkwardly said.

At least I think I mean thanks.

She really didn't know how to respond but Vivian wasn't the kind of girl who would refuse a gift, especially if it was a gift that she was solely responsible for causing. The only silver lining was how Dusty didn't seem to care. She couldn't help but make a note how the Daughter of Dionysus took her cigarette and continued as she was prior to bumping heads with Vivian.

Once more, she turned back around to her brother. "Sorry I was late. I kept getting lost. I guess I missed out on daddy's sense of direction," Vivian admitted, looking embarrassed with shades of pink appearing on her face.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Interested in joining. May I inquire as to which spots are still available, if any?

@Sanity43217

We're happy to have ya! These are the following spots still open/unclaimed:

Both Son and Daughter of Hermes, Son of Hestia, Daughter of Demeter, and Son of Poseidon.

Feel free to ask any questions you might have. :)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
Laughing 'til our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough
_{Featuring Sonny "Dipshit" Drake and Marisol "Upfront Crazy Girl" Castillo}

”It’s been a few months since we were last here.

It didn’t matter how many days went by since he was last at The Cove with Marisol, it still felt the same. The secret beach hangout that only a few knew about, those few being the Misfits. It was only accessible through a hidden path along the eastern part of the Crown Heights beach that led down via a spiraling flight of stairs to a casual spot below a deck that had a couple of couches with some shitty table in the middle and other miscellaneous items scattered about.

What Sonny like most about the self-named Cove was one, it was only known to those who actually took the time to make sure it was kept together and not flooded by non-Misfits but he also liked that the sounds of the ocean added a nice ambiance to the whole point of it existing, which was to fucking relax. After a long day at school or a long day in general, before shit blew up — before everything that fucked up his attachment to the group — Sonny would come to the cove either with Marisol and the others or just by himself to unwind.

As he took a seat on the couch to the right, he breathed out a totally relax moan. “Feels nice to be back here,” he mildly murmured, looking at Marisol.

“Yeah, it's been a while…” Marisol said gently, taking a seat on the couch next to him and sliding her legs onto his lap. Her green eyes were staring at the coming and going of the waves, lips curled up in a soft smile. “I've been back a few times by myself, but it was always better when we came together.”

Sonny nodded silently.

He had missed this. Lord knew it took Sonny way too long to get back to a point where he wasn’t a total dick all of the time. Whatever drove him to act like he had to flaunt and tease everything in her face was definitely going to come back and haunt him. But, for the time being, he just wanted to enjoy this moment. Marisol wasn’t trying to bite his head off. She eased into their usual position with her laying back and enjoying the waves while her skinny stick legs were on his leg. As for Sonny, he did what he always did when she did this: start to massage her feet.

“How long has it been? Three months? I can’t even remember if I’m being totally honest with you.”

“Two, I think,” Mari clarified, tilting her head back to rest against the couch before closing her eyes. “Things were already tense beforehand, but everything went to shit after the Diablo party.”

Part of Sonny really wanted to avoid the mention of everything, but that wasn’t going to be likely, so better get it out of the way first before Marisol mistook his silence for cowardice. “So, I suppose we should talk about how our shit got so shitty, huh?” Sonny asked, now looking at her.

At his words, Marisol let out a long, deep sigh. Although it had been her idea to confront their issues in the first place, there was no denying she was nervous to talk about things. “Let me just start out by saying I’m sorry,” she began, staring at her lap and picking at one of the holes in her shorts. No matter how many times she’d rehearsed this in her head for weeks now, it still felt weird saying everything out loud. “I know I should have just told you how I felt right after the camping trip, but the last thing I wanted was for you to think I was being pathetic or crazy or something…”

To prevent the risk of ruining things even further, Sonny chose not to make any backhanded comment about her being crazy. Instead he chose to not be a dick for once and say something he never thought he’d say. “And when you did tell me, I shouldn’t have blamed it all on your pills making you say that. For that, I am sorry.” Sonny sighed, taking his eyes from the beach on her. “And for the record, nothing you ever did would make you pathetic. Pathetic is Victoire purposely kissing me to get on your nerves, not you deciding to not tell me how you felt almost immediately,” he tried to assure her in his own, weird way.

The short girl shook her head while letting out a chuckle at her best friend’s words, thinking of her impulsive response to the snogging news. “And pathetic is taking a bat to Vic’s car just because she kissed you,” she admitted, finally looking up at Sonny with an amused smile. “I mean, I know it was a shit move and I was lucky her dad was cool enough to not press charges, but you gotta admit it was cool.”

“Thinking back on it, it was pretty hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that girl lose her shit as much as she did when you started going full Carrie Underwood on it.” He had to laugh at that. “I’m sure she was wishing Jesus would’ve taken that bat away from you, huh?”

“Probably,” she replied, joining in Sonny in his laughter for a few seconds before sobering up, getting nervous again. “But anyway… I also want to apologize for not being upfront with you about why I ghosted you. I just-” she hesitated for a moment, biting her lip while deciding whether to come completely clean or not and choosing to do so anyway. “I knew I should have just told you I needed some space. But you made me feel so stupid when you said it was the pills talking, that I figured the best thing was to do away with the mess of emotions as soon as I could. So I thought that if I ignored you and was alone long enough, the feelings would go away, and you would realize that’s why I was pissed at you. A stupid plan, now that I think back on it, but at the time all I wanted was for everything to go back to the way it was.”

“Same.”

Sonny didn’t know exactly what he should say or what he wanted to say. He knew she was right about everything. Be it the divide he created or how poorly he handled her confession to him, Sonny could have done it all differently. He wished he could go back in time and redo a lot of what went down between them but he knew that wasn’t possible. The only thing that he could do was put his best foot forward and make it right in the now.

He took in and exhaled a breath. “I’m not sure we can go back to the way it was. The only thing we can do is just go forward with a slightly smarter game plan. With less flexing, if at all possible,” he joked but also spoke a truth he believed to be a fact.

“Honestly? I think we can,” Mari contradicted, a frown in her face as she mulled it all over for a moment. “We’re both on the same page about not wanting to fuck up our friendship again, right? So that’s that. I mean, I’ve kind of already started moving on from all of that mess…” she admitted, looking away before Sonny could see the small blush on her cheeks as a quick memory of her night with Salem flashed before her eyes. “And from the looks of things, you have nothing to move on from, because nothing ever changed for you. So, basically, all we need to do is stop being little bitches, move the fuck on and go back to being the fucking hailstorm we are together.”

“I guess you have a point,” Sonny breathed out a chuckle. “But what about the people who were caught up in our little war? I mean, when we were, as you put, being little bitches, it wasn’t exactly a clean battlefield.”

The girl let out a long sigh, the mind immediately jumping to Archer, Salem, Julie, and -surprisingly- even Victoire. As much as she hated apologizing and admitting her wrongs, she knew that it was the least each casualty of their war, as Sonny put it, deserved. “We take up the same stance: we stop being little bitches and say sorry,” Mari finally said, looking at her friend with a determined expression. “It’s not their fault that we were acting like petulant children. They should at least get an apology from our sorry asses.”

“I doubt Vic wants to speak to me or you for that matter. So it’s probably best we both stay far away from that particular brand of deceptive crazy,” Sonny laughed, “I prefer the upfront, in your face kind of crazy,” Sonny grinned at Marisol, though he winced a second later because of his nose.

Again, Mari laughed along with him, thinking about just how pissed Vic would get if she or Sonny even attempted to breathe the same air as her. Apologizing would probably cause Miss Stuck-Up President to say something that would piss the shorter girl off, thus the whole intention of her selfless action would probably end in more violence. “You're damn right about that. I mean, I've still got at least two more months of work left to finally pay off the fees of fixing up her stupid Mercedes, so that should be enough of an apology, don't you think?”

Sonny didn’t want to ask just how much the repairs were. That kind of Mercedes was top of the line. Being from a family of mechanics had taught him at least that much. Victoire Bailey’s Mercedes was no junk car. So whatever the price was, he knew it was no joke. “Yeah, I think that’s an apology enough. But I’ll let you in on a secret,” Sonny leaned close, “Vic wasn’t that great of a kisser.”

Marisol’s eyes widened, letting out a small giggle at both Sonny's confession and his breath tickling her ear. “Really, now?” she asked him, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “So does that mean that Step Sister Dearest has her beat on that field? I'm sure you guys had more than enough time to have a few tongue wars on the way to the dance, that trip to the hospital and the time spent waiting for them to fix your nose.”

Of course she had to mention Nadia. Sonny rolled his eyes. “What exactly do you think happened?” He asked, smirking.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I wasn't there. That's why I'm asking you,” Mari replied, raising her eyebrows at him. A tiny sense of dread ran cold and fast down her spine. Part of her wanted to know everything that had happened between him and Rainbow Brite that last night, while the other part was telling her there was no purpose of knowing things that could hurt her. But it shouldn’t hurt, because she and Sonny had just agreed they were nothing more than the best of friends. And this was the perfect chance to show him she had meant what she said.

Sonny shrugged. “Well, since you’re so dying to know, I’ll tell you,” he said, sighing. “We haven’t kissed yet. She went with me to the hospital because she was worried about my nose and after we left, I took her home. That’s it.”

“Oh…” was all Mari would say as she kept her face as expressionless as she could, afraid that her glee might shine through any further words she dared speak.“Okay. Cool.”

“Now it’s your turn,” Sonny said after a long moment of awkward silence passed. “What’s really going on between you and Salem?” He asked point-blank.

Marisol pursed her lips together, debating whether to own up to everything, some of it or none of it. But if Sonny had been honest with her about Nadia, then she needed to return the favor.

Finally, after a few more seconds of silence, the brunette finally spoke up. “There's nothing going on per se. We're just friends-” she began, and upon noticing his skeptic expression, she quickly added, “Now that doesn't mean nothing happened between us! After the fight you guys had, we went over to his place to watch John Wick, but one thing led to another and we ended up… You know…” Mari admitted, cheeks blazing scarlet now. “That's why I didn't make it home last night. I actually left his place like two hours ago.”

“So you two fucked.” Sonny didn’t mean to say it so distastefully, but now that it was out, he couldn’t very well take it back. “Cool. I’m happy for you,” he said, smiling at Marisol.

There was something about the way Sonny was smiling at her that made Marisol feel incredibly guilty about what she's just said. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she could tell he wasn't feeling as happy for her as he said he was. Eighteen years of being friends with the guy was enough for the green-eyed girl to know when he was and wasn't being completely honest.

“Thanks,” she said slowly, biting her lip again and shifting her eyes to stare down at her shorts again.

The way she seemed to be acting, one would think she was just punched in the gut or something. “What’s wrong now?” He asked her.

“It’s nothing,” she told him, looking up at him with a soft smile before curling up next to him with her head on his lap. “I just want to chill with you right now. Fuck everyone and everything else. Let's just enjoy being together again.”

There was something there. Sonny knew Marisol too well for it to be as she said. As much as he wanted to press her on it, he knew she would talk about it when she was just damn near ready to. So he wouldn’t do anything to force yet another round of ‘fuck off, Son’ like the past couple of months had been. No, he would just give her a nod and lean back, patting her legs.

“Then, that’s exactly what you’re going to get, little missy. One serving of exclusive chill time with The Other Sonny D coming your way!”

Marisol groaned loudly at his terrible attempt at humor, but eventually let out a loud laugh. “Shut up, dipshit,” she ordered with a smile, grabbing a nearby cushion and softly whacking Sonny's face with it.

And right then and there, Marisol and Sonny's worlds were finally at peace again.

For now, at least.

Palm Beach Royals

Palm Beach Royals, Take Three!

Palm Beach Royals

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Sav had sighed out a loud, obviously ‘pay attention to me’ kind of sigh. She ran her fingers along the diamond-crusted case of her iPhone as she texted Stells and Sabi. The two of them were apparently enjoying mimosas by the pool at Sabrina’s house and she was stuck in detention without the teacher and she was growing bored. Whatever was happening with that princess Mossos, one thing that the blonde was certainly uninterested by, though she did have a momentary period where she found Ella’s out of character departure intriguing, the yelling by Marco and Dante matching him wasn’t the least bit interesting to her.

“You know what, I'm following little miss sunshine's lead,” Sav said, letting out a slight huff.

As she gathered her things, Sav blew a kiss towards Grant. “See you later cutie,” Sav winked at him as she left where she had been sitting with Kai, Grant, and Vivi.

“Are we allowed to leave?” Kai asked, wondering what he should do. Being the newcomer really didn’t allow him any benefits of what was customary in the states. He glanced over to where Marco and Dante were and it seemed they were just as perplexed by what was happening too. “Well, if blondie is leaving, we should, too!” Kai said to his two table mates. “I’ll catch you bros later. There are a few killer waves with my name on it!”

And now Kai, the new guy was ready to call it quits. Marco was both inspired and surprised. “Hey Sol, let’s bounce! You said you wanted to go to the gym right? Well, I’ll spot ya!”

Without so much of a warning, Marco’s “take charge” attitude had Sol by the hand and tugged her along. Truth be told, Marco had an extra incentive: he didn’t want to be stuck any minute later with Reia. she genuinely had struck the fear of God into him and any excuse to get away from her was the only thing he needed.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat That would certainly be up to you. I know I would be down for it but not a big deal if it doesn't happen.

Oh hey, it's me

Who actually uses that much space?

You'd be surprised how heavy some lore-loving people on The Guild go.

Anyways, welcome to the Guild!

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Ozzy Marinos, Down to Earth Warlock

”I’m here to have fun and make friends!” — Ozymandias Marinos

_{Ozymandias Silas Marinos • 21/2nd Year • Male/Pansexual • Greek and Scot-Irish • Athens, Greece • FC: Steven R. McQueen/Color: Pale Green}

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_{A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s}

Being fairly light-skinned (as compared to the other members of his family), Ozzy does stand out in the family photos. Skin too light among the olive toned Greeks of his family and his hair is just slightly less silky than his cousins and parents. It is not without being soft upon touch, but it doesn’t feel like air, either. And it’s a little lighter, too. Bearing that in mind, Ozzy’s eyes are a tad darker than anyone he knows. Usually, those in his family bear green and/or hazel eyes but he has eyes like hickory and earth’s soil. His physical build is, as to be expected, on the verge of ripped. He stands exactly six-feet tall and weighs close to 180lbs.

For the most part, Ozzy has a pretty laid back approach to fashion. A lot of single-colored shirts in his closet. And the jeans. He’s a big fan of sweatshirts and hooded sweatshirts. Long-sleeve shirts with 2000s-era designs on them seem to be a big thing for him. He sometimes likes to wear hats of various kinds: knit caps, sporting team headwear, beanies, and bandana if he’s feeling particularly ghetto. His shoes are always worn for comfort, not aesthetic; though, he isn’t above dressing formally should the need arise - like a date or a dance that isn’t black tie optional. He loves his watches, too.

_{P e r s o n a l i t y T r a i t s}
Carefree → Down to Earth → Friendly and inviting → Protective of those close to him → Easily approachable → Emotionally protective → Unintentionally Wrathful

There isn’t a lot to say about Ozzy because he has, for the most part, been and continues to be an open book. His smile and outward attitude towards anyone (friend or unknown) is always genuine. He doesn’t play mind games nor does he indulge with those who do play mind games. He rarely hates and dislikes people, but even a saint has their limits. It will take a mighty serious offense to make him genuinely loathe you, but bet on him hating you with a vengeance should anyone make their way onto that particular list of his.

He’s a friendly guy with a really down-to-earth vibe. He loves to chill and enjoys surrounding himself with good vibes and those who emit said vibes. Ozzy is definitely one to take the high road. He is also immensely protective. And with that protective instincts comes an unintentional wrath within him. Like mother earth herself who is often gentle and without intentional fury, when angered, she doesn’t forgive easily. Well, think of Mother Nature as Ozzy;’s wrathful aunt. Her fury flows through him and when the gloves come off, nobody stands a chance against him. But, of course, this is only in the most extreme cases of betrayal of his near-limitless trust.

_{B a c k g r o u n d S y n o p i s}

It is rumored that the Marinos family comes from a long line of Witches. It is also said that long ago when time was still young, the very Goddess of Witchcraft, Hecate, was said to bear the first branch of the Marinos tree that grew into what it is now. Of course, some also say that’s a story they tell to the younger kids of the family to invoke some confidence and build up their faith in the family. Truly, the actual origins of the family are widely unknown but one thing is certain.

The Marinos Family is one of powerful Witches. For generations, they have produced powerful, female witches; and from each witch, came another line of powerful female witches. Female empowerment is and always will be the foundation in which the Marinos Family operates on. So, imagine the surprise when Thea Marinos and her pure-blooded husband (born into the family through extended trees) when their only child was born not a female, but a male warlock. It is said that his birth, though changing the family dynamics he did, was to be born on a night where the most powerful witch in the history of the family - Thylissa Marinos - was also born on the same day of May, 31st seven-hundred years prior. This coincidence was, at the most, alarming for those in his family.

From that day, Ozzy, who was given the name of Ozymandias Silas, was treated less than a person but more than a trophy. His parents, though mostly his mother, put him through lesson after lesson. If he wasn’t sleeping or eating, he was studying. It got to the point where he earned his spot at the Raindale University for Witches and Warlocks. Almost immediately, when he turned nineteen, Ozzy was shipped off, but his parents had a clear goal for him: graduate the top of every single one of his classes or fear disownment.

So he did. Or at least, he did his best to. What they didn’t know hopefully didn’t hurt them.

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_{L i k e s}

• Nature
• Relaxing with friends
• Enjoying the many wonders of life
• Singing karaoke (be it drunk or not)
• Misusing his magical talents for his own amusement
• Knowing new people

_{D i s l i k e s}

• Abrasive personalities
• The expectations on his shoulders from his family
• Those who bully his friends
• Humidity (espeically when or after it rains)
• Hot, dry summer days

_{H o b b i e s}

• Working out
• Testing out his abilities for the hell of it (even though he shouldn’t be practicing magic unsupervised)
• Basketball
• Gardening (don’t ask)

_{F e a r s}

• His own anger
• Karma coming back at him for some unknown reason to him
• Unable to take back what he might do in blind rage

_{D r e a m s}

He really only has one dream and that’s to be able to see all the world has to offer. He wants to travel it and live for the now instead of worrying about the future.

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_{C l a s s e s}

Elemental Magic (eventually destruction magic), Aura Transfer, Foreign Magics

_{S p e c i a l i z a t i o n}

Elemental Magic - Earth
The Marinos Family does indeed harbor the hereditary skill of earth magic. Not to be confused with nature magic which borrows from the energy from the trees and air, earth magic -specifically Ozzy’s Earth Magic - is one that comes from deep within the ground we all stand on. He uses it mostly for offensive purposes, though defense and various supplementary usages have been known to take effect from time to time.

_{S t r e n g t h s}

Focused and Dedicated — One thing Ozzy can count on is the dedication he has shown to his craft and how focused he is when conducting spells. This is yet another reason why his family holds him in high opinion and why he ‘s so confident in his own abilities.

Protective Instinct — In every aspect, Ozzy’s own protective instincts allow him a further layer of consistent spellcasting, especially when done so or for the sake of someone he cares about. Be it to impress or protect, it hardens any construct or blast of earth he may cast.

_{W e a k n e s s e s}

Fear of Anger — Though the only weakness, it’s the most consistent and most important one. Ozzy has always had a fear of his own anger. He has always known to be over emotional at times and sometimes when trying to cast spells, he sometimes holds back. This is because he fears he may put too much into it, thus what he might be fully capable of might not be shown. There is also the grand fear of Ozzy losing control of a spell and doing more than he set out to do. If he creates a golem of earth, that golem may have a mind of its own or turn its attention on him. Or if he produces an earthquake spell, it may exceed past what he initially cast the spell for.

There are too many factors to consider and they all point to Ozzy pulling back out of fear of himself and the fear of hurting others by mistake.

_{F a m i l i a r}

Spike, The Hellhound

For generations, the Marinos Family witches have all made pacts with the Hellhounds of the Underworld. Said to be a binding contract for life. It is said because of the nature of the Marinos Family, the hellhounds represent the ire and twisted earth dwelling in their blood. The same applied to Ozzy.

On his eighteenth birthday (exactly one year before left for Raindale), he made a binding contract with the Hellhound King and with it, to his absolute surprise, the meanest and most violent of the available hounds chose Ozzy not for an equal darkness within him but because he held fear close to the vest that this one, the one that referred to himself as Spike (for the spikes growing out of his neck), chose Ozzy. The boy was uncertain, but soon they formed a brotherly bond with their mutual hobby of working out. The two do daily runs with each other, sometimes Ozzy rides Spike, though that came through trial and error.

Spike stands about six feet tall and, though limber, weighs just enough to support Ozzy's weight without it effecting his overall movement. As to be expected, of course, Spike doesn't follow Ozzy everywhere. He mostly hangs in the forest or, quite simply, is summoned by Ozzy.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

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