AlteredTundra

Edenridge

_{a @metanoia & @BrutalBx collaboration
featuring The Angel Princess & The Devil of Eden}

_{TIME STAMP: The Friday before “Paint the Silence”}

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Maybe for a while now (probably a week tops), something has felt off for Jade and her usual routine. In the past, any time she felt like she was having a bad day, taking a small bump or a pill of E courtesy of Prof or whoever was handling the corner whenever she came by (maybe it was Sonny?), and she would immediately feel the weight on her shoulders and crushing her into oblivion feel like it was being lifted off of her neck and shoulders.

But what was she to do with a feeling that was nothing like her usual stress? Stress about Charlie, but that was a common thing and she hasn’t necessarily thought about him in a self-destructive way since the week after the carlisle house. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have images of him occasionally pop into her head and also in her dreams, but ever since going to the diner every week and meeting with Anya, getting to know her just a little more for the last three weeks, that was the highlight of her every Sunday.

And when she went to visit her uncle every Monday, bright and early, she’d tell him about the girl simply known as Pancake. She’d gush about how with every week, she was falling back into a routine.

And it was no different this week, but at the same time, she felt something in the air. No, it wasn’t the cheap perfume she found at Victoria James’ Well Loved Wonders shop. It was an almost fruity scent of cherry and had a slight minty aroma. In Jade’s crummy apartment, it hid the odor of cigarettes and Jack Daniels. It wasn’t even the day old bread she bought from the corner mart. What felt off for Jade wasn’t anything in the apartment — it was something in the air like a ghost or some bad feeling that she couldn’t shake.

The blonde tuned out whatever crappy rerun of Cops that played on whatever channel she had it on and she sank into her couch. She had recently decided to go to the rent-a-center in Boston and pick up a new couch. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was more comfortable than the crappy one she had a few months back. At least it had cushion this time around. She sank into it, feeling herself become relaxed. It might help that she may have taken some kind of xanax with a shot of whiskey to help with ridding herself of that bad feeling that might not be hovering over her head like a rainy winter night in Edenridge.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Jade shook herself slowly out of a light sleep. “What?” She looked around, noticing the time and that she was out for at least an hour. Something woke her up and it wasn’t until another series of knocks until the neon sign came clear and she whipped herself off her bed, falling to her knees since she stood up while still half-asleep, knees bouncing off of the hard floor.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time! Just give me a damn fucking minute!” A certain impatience that those closest to her would recognize from a happier time in the distant past came through as she rose to her feet, brushing off whatever dirt was on her sweatpants. Jade wore a red top to match her black pants and she had white socks on it because she had to add spice and surprise to her comfort wardrobe.

As she opened the door, her eyes were half open, so Jade hadn’t registered exactly who was at the door. “Yeah, what do you want?” She asked, a hand behind her neck as she tried to massage it somewhat. Her blue-green eyes had that temporary flare of someone in a foul mood only to be replaced with something that she couldn’t put into words, but the closest she was feeling at the moment was complete and utter shock.

”You must be Jade. Hi, I’m Cameron!”

Hyde’s tone was jovial, almost pleasant but even still, underneath it all was the same vile venom that he had become his signature. He scanned the young woman very quickly, he had heard things and stories about Jade Taylor whilst he was still locked up. He had heard about the suicide blonde dressed in leather and looking to kill all of man and women kind with her edge which was sharper than any blade.

Jade’s routine wasn’t hard to figure out. Hyde had been following her for weeks and by this point pretty much knew where she was going to be at what time and with who. The most curious of the things that she did was have breakfast regularly with his sister. That was something interesting. Hyde had never seen Anya be anything other than what she was but in the brief moments with Jade, she was a new beast entirely.

He did not wait for an invitation, the cold hearted handsome devil simply brushed by Jade and entered her shitty apartment. As he did with every room he ever entered, Hyde looked around for escape routes, weapons and surveillance; a force of habit of course. He went to her fridge and pulled an ice cold beer from it, popping the cap off using the counter top.

“Your uncle sent me.”

Jade was frozen. The usually hot-tempered angel princess whose passion and words often oozed out a reckless fire met its match with Cameron Hyde. She had never met the man, but the stories alone from both news outlets and from those within the southside, the name Cameron Hyde was one that you didn’t forget. Jade sure as hell wouldn’t. And that’s because of the things he did to Aleyda. She and Ley may not have been romantically involved since her freshman year (if you could say it was romance), but to say that Jade wasn’t still very much protective over her friend would, at the very least, be a mistake. Despite that, Jade found herself overcome with so much that it took her a few moments after he stepped into her apartment to process it.

But when she did and he said her Uncle Charlie sent him, alarms went off in her head. It’s like her body, from head to toe, had entered a forced defrosting mode. Her fire returned and under normal circumstances, Jade would be in his face, smacking the beer out of his hand for even implying that her uncle Charlie would associate himself with the likes of Cameron Hyde. But if the stories were true, which she almost definitely believed they were, Jade had to exercise caution. “Did he now?” She asked, taking a few cautious steps forward. Her legs shook but she tried to not let it show by keeping a direct gaze with his eyes. “And how is it that you’d know my uncle? Personally, I mean. He’s been in prison since last year. If you want me to believe you, you’re gonna have to try a little harder than what you just said.” Let it not be mistaken, Jade was experiencing more fear, more anxiety, more absolute dread than even she felt when she had heard Charlie died or even when she heard the sounds of ReyRey beating up Charlie, but out of self-preservation alone, Jade had to appear unphased.

“I was locked up with him.” Hyde spoke very matter of factly. His eyes never left the young woman as he took a drink from his stolen beverage. The stories he had heard were true; beneath those baggy clothes was a body to kill for. Who knows? Maybe one day he would? Or he could just take it? Who could stop him? Nobody, they daren’t even try. “He heard that this place was going to hell, got worried and knew I was getting out so he asked me to keep an eye on you.” He put the beer down on the counter and folded his arms. She was living in borderline squalor, it was almost a turn off. ”I would tell him not to be worried because this place’s smell alone would send anybody packing.”

Jade took a hard glance at Cameron. And then another until she couldn’t decide if she should slap him for disrespecting Edenridge or if she should laugh because despite the stories she’s heard about this man, she also knew a good joke when she heard it. “And yet I’m still here,” she remarked, moving past him and opening the fridge. She let the cool air hit her face and she grabbed one of her crappy beers. She closed it, leaned against the fridge, feeling it tip back, and gathered herself. Thoughts and other unsavory crap flooded her mind. Even as she pressed her lips against the tip of the bottle, took a sip of the mediocre beer, she hadn’t allowed herself to not look at Cameron Hyde.

She was pondering why her Uncle Charlie had decided to send him as her protector? Or why would he even accept? “If my uncle really did ask you, then he must’ve spoken a lot about me, so then he may have told you I don’t take nobody’s crap.” Jade was terrified right now, but she didn’t feel threatened. Well, it’s not like she ever shied away from any situation where her well-being was in danger and when it wasn’t. “What’s in it for you? Nobody does anything, especially when it involves me, if they don’t get something out of it for themselves.” Everything in her was on fire. Why did she suddenly feel the need to be so careless and fearless? Maybe she truly had a death wish and that bad feeling was the preparation for her demise. “There must be something in it for you.”

Hyde enjoyed bringing fear into a room, it was like nectar from the Gods. He could feel terror in every vein, in every pore. It was his sustenance. He could tell Jade was scared but he wasn’t afraid. That was interesting. She was trying to play games with him, a self preservation technique no doubt. It was reminiscent of someone else that he used to know, someone who challenged him like no other and funnily enough, Hyde knew that Jade had a history with that person.

”I can think of a few ways you could pay me back.” He has heard all the talk and Hyde would be lying if he wasn’t curious as to what was beneath the clothes. Jade seemed to have a presence that attracted different dangers. Aleyda, Anya and now him. ”But it’s not that complicated, I owe your uncle a favor. He took care of me whilst I was inside, his mistake naturally but that’s all there is to it.”

Making his way over to the window, Hyde looked out across the Southside; his fingers drumming together in the way that Mrs Ramsey had taught him. A simple method to keep the monster in check. He wasn’t particularly fond of Charlie Taylor but a promise and loyalty went a hell of a long way. Still, it didn’t stop him from imagining grabbing Jade by her throat and throwing her through this window. Why? He could see it coming. She was going to break his sister's heart. Hyde could see it in their interactions, the way Anya’s face lit up in a way that didn’t involve pancakes. ”I won’t interfere with your life. You keep doing you but if I get a whiff of trouble, I’ll be there. You need me, I’ll be there.”

The Angel Princess spent a few moments processing everything Cameron told her. After she got over the sheer grossness that consumed her at his not-so-subtle offer. She heard that kind of offer from one-too-many guys at Edge and generally anywhere she went, thinking that the only way to thank them was by taking them somewhere with minimal privacy and showing them a good time. It wasn’t and she would rather poke the beast than ever go down that road.

Yes, but after she got past it and as she watched him gaze out the mirror like a wolf or some other kind of howl-at-the-moon beast, Jade marinated on the things he told her. Charlie Taylor had helped him out and his payment was Cameron Hyde being her silent protector.

What were you thinking, Uncle Charlie?

She didn’t quite understand what he was thinking, but her uncle always had a reason for his actions. Even if one of them resulted in his initial incarceration. “I don’t know, buddy, this is the southside. It’s a pretty dangerous place. Take one wrong turn and it’s lights out.” Jade walked over back to the couch and took a seat, keeping her eyes on her new protector. “Not that I’m saying I would go where I shouldn’t, but you speak as though you’d be able to prevent any harm coming to me. That’s a pretty bold statement to make.”

Was she being serious?

SMASH

With a great crack, Hyde launched his glass bottle into the wall and like lightning shot across the room, which caused Jade to flinch in the worst way. He stood behind Jade on the couch and placed his hands on her shoulders; his grip was firm and tight but not painful, yet. ”You know who I am?” Cameron hissed. ”You know what I can do?” With every pause in the sentence, his fingers pressed a little harder into her collar bone. ”The word is already out on the street. Your Uncle made a deal with the devil and you are protected.” The vitriol in that final word. Protected It was as if a cobra had spat its poison directly into your ear to make its way into your central nervous system and kill you in an instant. This was the man they told stories of.

Jade. No one will touch you or they will have me on their doorstep but don’t take this as a friendship.” His hands made their way around her throat, he didn’t squeeze, not her. ”Like I said, I won’t interfere but you do me wrong, in any way, I will reach my fingers down your throat and I will rip off your jaw.”

He released her and took a few steps back before walking back to her fridge and grabbing another beer. ”One for the road.” He popped the cap of the beer and looked at the blonde. ”Are you having breakfast with that girl from the diner soon?”

What…what just happened?

Only a minute ago, Jade was half-grinning, watching Cameron with a curious gaze, asking him about some hypotheticals that might happen and, like a domino effect from hell, loud crashes, raw terror that Jade had never felt before in her life, and the closest to death that the Angel Princess has ever come all flashed before her in a flash. For all she knew, it could have been longer and it probably was. Somewhere from the crash of a beer bottle and the touch of hands pushing on her neck and throat, she checked out yet heard every word.

This was the side of the man that she heard so much about…no not necessarily a man. A demon…

“Huh?” She shook her head as Hyde asked about the diner. She averted his direct gaze, looking down. She held the beer in one hand and the other shook, a clear result of what she experienced. “I..” She froze, finding it extremely difficult to find her thoughts. Her throat was dry and she couldn’t stop shaking. So she took a deep swig of her beer, downing it in a few more. “N-not until Sunday” was all Jade could force out.

Hyde nodded his head before having a swig from the bottle. ”Her favourite color is Royal Blue. You want to impress her? There’s a dress in your closet that is close to that. Jade it up, add leather whatever it is you do to make yourself more fuckable. She’ll like that” A pleasant almost wholesome kind of smile covered the devils freckled face.

He polished off the bottle very quickly, throwing it into the recycle when he was finished. Still grinning, Hyde made his way over to Jade once again and knelt down in front of her. He popped a finger beneath her chin and raised her blonde haired head up to lock their eyes together. His baby blues were ice cold, emotionless, a great dichotomy considered just how full of rage the young man was. ”Look into my eyes.” His finger soon turned to a grip as he held her chin. ”Look into them and see me, Jade.” The Devil released her and smiled again. ”I’ll be seeing you!” He pulled himself up to his feet and brushed a strand of hair from the shaken woman’s face before departing the apartment.

When the door shut as calmly as if nothing had happened just now, Jade couldn’t bring herself to move, let alone process anything that happened to her at the hands of someone her uncle handpicked to be her protector. Jade was stunned. Terrified. In a state of uncontrollable confusion. Her heart was beating so fast and then it wasn’t, which terrified her more than she realized.The Angel Princess has always been able to handle herself with unsavory men. They always found ways to think what she wanted was their gross bodies. Ugly, fat men who told her how pretty she was. One even called her his golden delight.

But Cameron Hyde? He wasn’t like any of them. He didn’t come into her apartment with any intent of trying to get into her pants. As cold as he was emotionless, Jade for the first time felt every ounce of power stripped away from her in ways that no man or woman has ever been able to do. He went from hot to cold to hot again and when he had demanded she look at him, she complied.

This was the guy that she heard so many horror-laced stories about. The Devil of Eden. Her uncle’s cellmate and now her protector in the darkness.

“A Devil and an angel.” In her last moments before she laid down on the couch, Jade let out a morbid chuckle that had so many things within it, it was hard to say, but she just laid on her couch, curled up and let her mind drift.

that's so meta || character storage thread

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Ross Takahashi || Delbrook Academy

_{"Fall seven times, stand up eight” — Japanese Proverb}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Hiroshi Levi Takahashi ∞ Ross - Preferred nick ∞ Lee - not common, but sometimes accepted ∞ Hiro - his mother calls him this ∞ Jeans - his persistent tormentor, Jordan Hall, calls him this (much to his growing frustration). A L I A S E S @rosstakahashi @HashBrown @takahameha @ineedahiro A G E 17 || September 20th ∞ Virgo (Sun) || Saggitarius (Moon) || Aries (Ascending/Rising) G E N D E R Cisgender Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual C U R R E N T C I T Y Lakewood, California E T H N I C I T Y Biracial (Japanese, White) _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'8" Weight: 105lbs/48kg Hair: Black || Neck-length and smooth to the touch; requires minimal upkeep Eyes: Green Body Type: Skinny/slightly lean || Ross doesn't work out regularly, but he walks around a lot, which contributes to his boyish figure Body Marks: N/A Clothing Style: Simple comfort with a dash of nerdom, Ross style typically relies on simple colors that compliment his personality such as greens and greys, a pair of slacks or jeans (shorts in the summer, some kind of hat or headwear (it varies), and something that represents his undying love for all things nerdy. || x x x x x _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes Davina Deveraux - Hot but Ross doesn't know if she would go for him at all Kaia Choi - Ross is sure Dad would approve but she seems very nice, too. Koren Nox - small crush. Recent crush. She's really pretty crush. Jules Park - Very pretty and seems nice! Flings . . . Past Relationships . . . F A M I L Y father: ∞ Kaito Takahashi || 60 || Professor at University of Long Beach || FC: Ken Watanabe mother: ∞ Sarah Ophelia Takahashi (nee. Lewis) || 55 || 12th Grade Trigonomotry Teacher at Delbrook Academy || FC: Famke Janssen older sister: ∞ Kimiko "Kimi" Takahashi || 29 || Practicing Paralegal || FC: Utada Hikaru older brother ∞ Daisuke Takahashi || 24 || Stand-up Comedian || FC: Ryan Higa P E T S ∞ Buster (1 year old) - Male Beagle _______________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E House Room _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Homework and studying. ✔ Video games - he plays an absurd amount of them ✔ Anime - an extension of his nerdy interests ✔ Mochi ice cream! ✔ Going to the comic book store! ✔ Everything MCU-related. #obsessed ✔ Certain girls at school shhh it’s a secret ✔ Soft spot for chill vibes genre wise like indie and lofi hip hop D I S L I K E S ✘ Bullies - he got enough of it in elementary and middle school. Good thing DA doesn’t have that problem..much. ✘ Being late to school ✘ Aggressive music but not against hard rock. He just like chill tunes ✘ DC vs Marvel wars. They’re just stupid. Both are good in their own way. ✘ PC Master Race elitists (an extension of the above). It’s stupid. Let people like what they like ✘ Jocks and other types that play into the stereotypes. ✘ Being bugged in class by Jordan Hall. Oddly specific, sure, but she just won’t stoppp! ✘ Heights. He just doesn’t like it ✘ Fighting in general. Ironic since he has been taking Karate for the better part of his life, but Ross hates fighting and doesn’t like to get into confrontations ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Gentle → attentive → insightful → thoughtful → diplomatic → optimistic → self-critical → shy (to an extent) → perfectionist → hyperfixative ____________________________________________________________________________ Ross is one of the nicest people you might ever meet. He can act shy around new people or strong personalities, but that isn't to say that he doesn't try his best to be friendly to them. It's just that sometimes those kinds of people just come off as overwhelming to him and he doubts himself to the point that he retreats into a bubble of sorts. When he's comfortable with someone, though, Ross is very chatty and has a smile (albeit minimal) on his face any time he's with them. He's also a very positive person. He sees the best in people even if others don't think he should. Really all he wants to do is help those he can and even if he can't, he's still willing to try and maybe find a solution or a way to help. He kind of prides himself in knowing when someone might be going through it and sometimes he might not completely understand, there's a large part of him that wants to try. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will fill in later. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th - Senior G P A & A V E R A G E 3.9/A- Average E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Computer Programming/Repair & Computer Math E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Tutors (both officially by school and privately for money) ∞ Delbrook Academy Anime Club (if there isn't one, then general comics/anime club will do) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N Ross drives a 2013 Honda Accord. It was given to him for his sixteenth birthday for how excellent he's been doing at school. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Ross knows what his father wants. Good college and a good job, but truth is Ross isn’t sure what he wants. It would be nice to maybe become a pro gamer, but he knows his father wouldn’t approve if it didn’t show monetary success almost instantly. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Ross mostly tutors in most basic academic subjects, but his main thing is math. He likes numbers and can understand them more than most. And he makes decent money because there’s a lot of rich people who don’t know how to count. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ His room lol ∞ Comic Book Store (varies on location) ∞ Disneyland R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Tutoring can something take up a lot of his time, especially if the person he has to help out is…challenging ∞ Maintaining a 4.0 is no walk in the park. ∞ Have you tried balancing everything and trying to keep up with your hobbies? Ross does it somehow. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Been watching Person of Interest and Yu Yu Hakusho this month Ross has been practicing Karate for the better part of his life. Originally started as a way to protect himself from bullies in elementary school, but it has evolved into something he’s rather passionate about. He currently holds a second degree blackbelt Ross is left-handed Ross can speak, understand, and write in Japanese effortlessly. He values his alone time. As a general introvert with extroverted habits, Ross likes the time he can spend alone. Granted, his brand of alone time is chilling on discord, playing whatever moba he is in the mood for, and trying not to die too often. One of Ross’ favorite meals to eat whether dining out or his father making it, is homemade miso tonkotsu ramen. Yes it’s the kind that Naruto eats. And no, Ross isn’t ashamed. Naruto is his favorite anime character and anime in general, after all!. T H E M E S O N G Kids by MGMT Face Claim: Ryan Potter - | ##00a86b/Jade Green

that's so meta || character storage thread

Jackson Drake || Red Crystal Ranger || Rangers

_{Jackson Torvald Drake / Just Jackson / 20 || 4/1 / Red Crystal Ranger / HEX CODE / Evan Peters}

A P P E A R A N C E

Jackson treats his body like it’s a temple…except for all of the junk food and liquid candy (soda/pop) that he puts into it. Despite some questionable culinary choices, Jackson has a rather lean-eqsue boyish figure. When he’s not lounging around at his house or at the mall, Jackson is running around town and rides his skateboard all around, so naturally his body reflects that. He stands at six feet even and has a mostly toned body (though some parts are kind of flabby for obvious reasons). His hair is naturally medium blonde, but sometimes he goes through periods of dying it darker or lighter. In high school, he was mostly known for his light blonde hair, but nowadays he rocks a dirty blonde scheme. His hair is what one would call curly-wavy as gives off both a curly and wavy look (depends on the humidity, really). He also has hazel green eyes.

S T Y L E

Comfort over style all of the damn time.

As a punk, skater, and lover of anything loosey-goosy, Jackson Drake’s whole opinion on what someone should wear is directly tied to his go-with-the-flow personality but also stand out like a sore thumb. Sometimes that means camo, sometimes it means dress like the inner skater boi that you are, but it almost always means that you can catch him wearing some kind of oversized hoody (when seasonally appropriate), baggy jeans and shorts (supported with a belt, of course), and maybe some kind of knit cap or hat. He wears either nike or vans all the way. There is no debate there.

His favorite color is red, so a lot of what he wears has that color somewhere in his every day outfit.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• FEARLESS - An adrenaline junkie by nature, Jackson has a fight and flight response to almost everything he tackles on. Whether academic (okay let’s be real, school isn’t what you would call his forte), but everything else like physical and morality wise, Jackson fights with a reckless abandon that is sometimes a double-edged sword, but for the most part is very much a core memory. It’s in his nature to take risks, to show people, but also himself, that it’s okay if you fall but as long as you stand up. Jackson is also a little corny in his fearlessness and misguided, but there’s always noble intentions behind it. All in all, Jackson Drake is a firm believer in living every moment to its fullest and accepting any risks that may come from it.
• Shortsighted - Okay, so risks might be the nature of the game that is Jackson’s life, but one thing he has always struggled with was seeing the bigger picture. He never was one to plan that far ahead. And he’s kind of slow at picking up on simple clues that may hint to his actions not working in his favor. Sometimes he cares and sometimes he just likes to see where things might go. Whether this is taking on a jump for some of the videos he films for his youtube channel (where he posts parkour videos), tricsk he might try on his board, or simple assumptions about people, Jackson always goes into it with the opinion that it might work out. It’s always 50-50 for him and he rarely second-guesses himself. Might be a tad overconfident in his own ability, but it easily a perfect example of his bad habit about never thinking before acting.
• Dependable - Not to quote Toy Story, but Jackson is the kind of guy that you would have a friend in. This is because he understands what its like to not fit in with the popular crowd. Having a weird middle name and being teased for it, Jackson has been in a lot of situations where kids were cruel, so this is why he stands up for those who are targeted by others because of their indifference. Bullying isn’t cool and Jackson will fight the good fight for those who can’t defend themselves. This may have led him to jumping the gun sometimes and it may even explain some of his recklessness, but if there’s anything that could be said about this side of Jackson, it’s that if he considers you a friend or even if he sees someone in trouble, he will not hesitate to jump in. Because that’s what makes somebody money! And being money is good!

F A C T S

• Jackson comes from a long line of mechanics. His father, mother, three uncles, five aunts, and over 10 cousins all, in some way, are mechanics, work for the family business, Drake Auto Repair, or work for other garages around Angel Grove and the surrounding cities. As a result, though he isn’t a mechanic by trade, Jackson has extensive knowledge about automobiles and knows what makes them tick and can take apart/put back together almost any engine if he spends enough time with it.
• Jackson is a student at Angel Grove University only because his parents said they’d kick him out if he didn’t either get a job or go to college, so he does both…kind of. He gets paid for his parkour videos via Google Adsense and maintains an average GPA at AGU. He also occasionally delivers pizza around campus, so he gets paid there too.
• Jackson has the bad habit of just saying whatever comes to mind. Is it always helpful? Hardly. Sometimes he’ll ask stupid question. Sometimes he’ll say things that might piss someone off, but almost always, what he says and what the actions that follow almost always get his desired results. He does need a firm hand to tell him to shut up, which he responds almsot ideally to. That’s something, right?

R A N G E R

Why is JACKSON a good fit with the Rangers? Jackson might have the attitude of a neanderthal and might be single-minded at times, but his moral compass may be the straightest you’ll ever see. His desire to help those in need, regardless if it puts his own well-being in danger is, as far as anyone he knows is concerned, unrivaled. He has a fearlessness and a certain reckless abandon that could be beneficial to a team of superpowered young adults just trying to save their city. And if I may be so bold, Jackson might not be a teenager anymore, but he certainly has the attitude that a certain space wizard once looked in for his team.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Hercules || Divine Protector || Descension

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧
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Ἡρακλῆς}

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	Zac Efron | Orange Red/#FF4500 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Divine Protector Akatáktito ("The Unconquered) Spoudaíos ("The Great One") ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Strength, Heroics, and Gymnasium ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 💪

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 💪 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕}}

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𝔸 𝕋𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙
𝔸 𝕋𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙

_{Endurance and survival has always been one of the core things that drove Hercules to be the great one that he is. As a testament of this, even pre-fall, he has always been strong. Lifting creatures such as the Hydra, punching Hades’ Cerberus with his bare hands, and even going toe to toe with his fellow Gods (even standing his own against his father). Everything about him has been strength and valor and enduring through the 12 Labors that Hera put him through. As a result, especially in post-fall, where he found himself working with only a fraction of his full power, Hercules endures. He can deliver blows that are equal to the ideal male, human body (similar to how hard professional fighters can hit). Similarly, the amount of punishment he can endure is equal. Think of his body and how much power he holds as the ideal MMA fighter: powerful and enduring and impressive, but even the God of Strength has his limits. Pushing them is half the fun for him.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 💪 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥'𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Zeno Megalos ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Bisexual || Male || He/Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Social Media Personality/Influencer ACROPOLIS! LIVES WITH APOLLO AND OCCASIONALLY DIO!

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 💪 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 💪 Hercules— Divine Protector, Glorious Hero, Conquer of the Twelve Labors, and sworn hero of Greece. Hercules - God of Strength and Valor, the embodiment of everything great and deplorable of man, yet nothing was so truer as his devotion to his people. Admired for his strength and revered by those who always challenged him, Hercules, Son of Zeus and Alcmene always strived to do right by not only his people but, in a sense, by his father too, or rather by his father's wife, Hera, whom he was named for. She had always despised him and had, on multiple occasions, sought his demise. But ever the survivor, possibly empowered by his father's tenacity and stubbornness, Hercules never gave in. Even when the Twelve Labors threatened to destroy his very being, the God in him always rose to the occasion. Like a literal superman, he powered through, going far beyond the point of return - twice. Hercules was the shining example of what it meant to be a hero and his valor was rewarded by evading the clutches of Thanatos by being granted entry into the Olympus Pantheon. Though he would never be equal to anyone, he was a man amongst gods. Who could ask for a better challenge, right? ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 💪 "Man, I don't know what exactly happened, but I, for one, am ecstatic about it. If you would have told me that I'd be able to walk amongst my people like the good ole days, well not to use another god's name in vain, but Jesus Christ I might've told ya you were full of it. But this is amazeballs!" You heard it from the Divine Protector's mouth himself. When he woke up, he didn't understand exactly what happened nor how he got there, but it was like new life was born into him. The artist, who went by many names depending on which myths you chose to believe, though undoubtedly the bane of Hera's existence and completely ignored by Papa Zeus (even when he ascended into divinity), he knew one thing was for damn sure. He wasn't in Olympus anymore. Where was he? Well he didn't know. He couldn't remember exactly what happened. He knew every bone in his body ached when he woke and that he felt more like himself. Not the version of Hercules that ascended into godhood, but rather the version of himself that wasn't man but not entirely god. The version of himself that went through the underworld and back all thanks to his lovely-not-lovely-but-totally-bitchy stepmom, Hera. The version of himself that was the Divine Protector of Mankind™. It was strange because all he could gather was that he fell from a great height and now he wasn't feeling all godlike as he once did. If he had to guess, something happened. But you know what? If he fell and everyone else fell, that meant Hera couldn't torment him anymore and maybe -- just maybe -- that also meant that Zeus might finally pay attention to him. Or it would be business as usual, but without everything else that made life as a god infuriating. Through the years, when he had no only adjusted but found himself in a sort of limbo state of mind, Hercules went through the motions. Consuming the nectar, as he was told, was a requirement to not die. Good enough incentive for Hercules if he ever heard it. Over the course of the centuries, with every year needing to eat the fruit, he never found it difficult to find things to do as a quote-unquote "cover". Honestly, as the years went by, he had worked a number of odd jobs, modeled for a bit, and embraced the fads and phases of every decade. He lived everywhere he could travel to for the time. During the early centuries, he was a soldier and in later ones, a soldier but with better weaponry. Honestly, it wasn't until modern decades did he grow tiresome of war (especially after WW2 that put a bad taste in his mouth). So Hercules adopted a different approach to being with his people. Of course, that meant partying until he couldn't party anymore. From hippy to hair metal to grunge to a we-do-not-speak-of-the-Justin-Bieber phase, he embraced it all with vigor. Hercules has always been one for his people. He was born a mortal and even after ascending after death, he never lost that certain allegiance and comfort he had with mortals. One might say he had the humility, too, but let's face it: as much as he tries to deny it, there's no denying that he inherited his father's boastful personality. Ego included™. Maybe a year or two before the move to The Emerald City, Hercules, under the alias Zeno Megalos. Fitting for someone with such a big personality, as well as presence, among his people. While he might not know exactly how many choose to make their presence known or not, Hercules never shied away from making it obvious who he was. His main source of revenue comes from a social media brand that is literally his given name "Hercules" (semi-given but whatever). Primarily active on Instagram and Youtube, Hercules has a prank/stunt-based brand in which he, and whatever featured god or mortal (usually God), participate in dangerous stunts and pranks for views. It might be stupid, but it has made him stupid rich! ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 💪 To make people laugh and to make them happy. And he does this through his prank/stunt videos. It might be stupid, but just look at the likes of Steve-O and Johnny Knoxville! They put their bodies on the line and they didn’t have the benefit of a slightly above average genetic makeup. So Hercules just wants to succeed where they can’t attempt anymore. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 💪 It might seem silly, but Hercules hates disappointment. Whether from his father, friends, or even a self-imposed disappointment when he doesn’t upload a video on time. Yeah, he might suffer from what all content creators suffer from and that’s the expectations set on him to upload at a consistent rate.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Athena, Wiser than Ares || Descension

𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮
_{Αθήνα
Αθήνα}

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	Gal Gadot | #ea7e5d ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Atrytone (Άτρυτώνη "the Unwearying") Promachos (Πρόμαχος "she who fights in front") ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Wisdom & War ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek 🦉

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🦉 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝓞𝓱, 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓰, 𝓷𝓸}}

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𝓞𝓯 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓭𝓸𝓶 & 𝓦𝓪𝓻
𝓞𝓯 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓭𝓸𝓶 & 𝓦𝓪𝓻

_{As the literal Goddess of Wisdom and War, Athena has knowledge of both battle strategy and battle tactics. In the divine form of herself, she had a mastery over all things wisdom and war-related (for the most part). Ares was a brute and had a talent for it, but Athena could command armies, craft weapons, and perfect strategies for victory. But now that talent is severely diminished into more of a intuition for her security company. She has these vague "feelings" about how battles will go, how the protection of a client might go. It's not the divine wisdom she once had and it's not always a guaranteed success, but pair it with her experience on the battlefield, Athena is quite confident in her abilities.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🦉 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🦉 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝓟𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓧 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🦉 Athena, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and War, has had many accomplishments spreading across various levels of importance but none were so personal to her than when what became the capital of Greece was named for her. Historians might argue exactly what held the highest level of significance for her and, while such is their right to do so, she has held a certain level of pride in knowing the people who worship (or used to, if modern times were any indication) her named their most important city after her. Not even helping Heracles through his labors held a candle to this. Outside of the honors bestowed upon her from the people, Athena can say that, unlike the new God Heracles, who joined the ranks of the Greek Pantheon a lot later than most of them did, that she has a better relationship with them. Of course, there's her father and step-mother in Hera. There's a certain respect that comes with obeying their word. As someone who always prided herself in following orders, regardless if she agreed with them, Athena always followed them to the letter. Being someone who helped forge democratic solutions and diplomacy for the mortals, it's no surprise to know that Athena is someone who can hold her own in a debate of any magnitude. Whether it pertains to Godly matters such as Odysseus and how Posidon kept him at sea longer than he needed to or involving themselves with the matters of other mortals, she always had a voice and she expressed her opinions whenever they came. This has angered some of her fellow Gods but they know it came from the right place. Of the Pantheon, Athena has always found herself to get along with those who share both her love for justice and honor, so doubtless, her allegiance leaned heavily towards goodness and honor or just were the least problematic. Ares was not such a person. She found herself clashing with him on multiple issues and his bloodlust left a lot to be desired for. As far as she's concerned, he's not only someone she doesn't like but, if he ever stepped out of line, she would personally take him down. On the brighter side of things, she adores Hermes and Apollo very much. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🦉 While the Gods and Goddesses from all the Pantheons struggled to adjust or used the reality forced upon them to indulge in the Mortal vices, Athena saw it as a chance to do what she always did when tossed into uncharted lands: assess the circumstances, run down her options in her list, and react accordingly. But she wouldn't say it was easy. No, the Goddess of Wisdom and War certainly had her fair share of difficulties adjusting. The lack of divine powers and divine presence meant she had to roam the cities like any of the mortals. If she were a lesser goddess who struggled to adjust to the new normal all pantheons faced now, she might've given into what was their new life, but Athena embodied strategy and it wasn't just for battles. Her ability to assess a situation and go that feeling of finding the best way to go through it, Athena found the silverlining and stayed on that line for as long as possible until she could venture into other avenues. In the early centuries, Athena was as she was. In those early days, people would recognize her from the statues and Athena led armies with the valor and wisdom that she had always done (but from afar). She kept her sword sharp - both literally and mentally speaking. As time went on and the technology advanced, so did Athena's contribution to the world. She helped with crafts and other such things, though her place among the advancement of technology paled in comparison to that of Hephaestus. Athena found it helpful of her to not be in the spotlight as much. Some time during the 80s, Athena, who had been living in the shadows, working in a company that nobody knew she had founded called The Watchers. She was one of the many women who worked for a man named Alexander Baros, a veteran of the Korean War who went into private security during the 70s. He, through various third parties, came to be the face of The Watchers, a private security company that specialized in high-value clients such as top dollar lawyers, heirs to billion-dollar fortunes, the hottest actors in Hollywood. Athena actually founded the company that it was before during the early 40s, but through various "scandals" that were started by her personally, it went through a lot of different hands. Over time, however, Athena found herself no longer getting satisfaction so she broke away from The Watchers completely. And without her input (even if Mr. Baros never knew), the security firm fell into ruin. Meanwhile, Athena had opted to take on a more modest career and one that brought her more fulfillment than all the years being a behind-the-scenes puppeteer of her own company. Since 2001, she had been a detective for various departments over the years and under various identities, but she for the past seven years, she's been working for the Seattle Police Department in the Organized Crime unit. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🦉 Athena only wants to do right by the new reality forced upon her. And the only way to do that was to become a cop. And especially with her brother, Ares, being on the opposite end, she had to ensure that he wouldn't cause any trouble for the mortals. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🦉 Athena fears ignorance and those who would deprive themselves of not enlightening themselves. If it is within your power to educate and expand your line of sight, Athena firmly believes it's your duty to broaden your horizons. There's always a lesson to be learned in every experience one goes through.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Thor, God of Thunder || Descension

𝙝 𝙚 𝙬 𝙝 𝙤 𝙞 𝙨 𝙢 𝙞 𝙜 𝙝 𝙩 𝙮
_{Þórr
Þórr}

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	alexander ludwig | #008080 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Atli (“the terrible”) Einriði (“the one who rides alone,”) Harðhugaðr (“brave heart” or “fierce soul”) Vingthor (“the thunder hurler”) ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ storms, thunder, and agriculture ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse || Aesir 🗲

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🗲 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝}}

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 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔
𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔

_{Thor has always been a fighter and his powers reflect this. In his prime, he could command the skies and call forth a deadly maelstrom bolt of lightning aided by the ambiance of thunder, but due to the limitations put upon his kind, instead of a massive bolt, Thor channels his mighty fury from within into his fists, or in the case of wielding his mighty Mjolnir, Thor can channel it into that for a series of blows that carry a charge of electricity. The limits of its strength and amount of times he can use it in succession vary, but usually, they are as strong as a well-placed punch by an experienced warrior and be done no more than five times per day due to the amount of energy Thor needs to use it effectively.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🗲 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Johannes "Johan" Merkel ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 28 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Pansexual || Male || He/Him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Self Defense Instructor and a kickass vigilante at night

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🗲 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙}}

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Sometimes it was during wars to help defend the realms of man and sometimes, as habits die hard for stubborn beings like Thor, God of Thunder, sought out fights. His powers, though limited so it was not to disrupt the balance of Midgard, were still far greater than the average man. Nevertheless, when it came to fights, Thor always won. Iron gloves worn when wielding the mighty hammer, Mjolnir, often served as his main weapon for hand-to-hand combat. See, Thor loved to fight and as a fighter, this also came as someone who loved just as passionately. Thor may not be known for his association with love and passion and birth, but he knew how to have fun. He bore children with gods, with mortals, with giants. Basically, Thor embraced the spirit in him -- the vigor of his might. And time may age some of his offspring, but you can't say Thor ever turned down a challenge. This was Thor in a nutshell. God of Thunder who was also God of the Sky and Agriculture, was a fighter. He also was a lover and is, still to this day, protector of man. And until his last breath, he will forever be that same person. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🗲 Ask anyone: his father, brothers, the other gods who fell from Asgard, they might tell you that the worst thing to ever happen was, in fact, the day they lost their superiority. And they’d be alone in that, because in all truth, Thor never shared that opinion. It’s strange because there have been times where he’s dreamed about Asgard and riding across the rainbow bridge and enjoying Asgardian Ale as he fought with his brothers and challenged Lady Sif to fight after fight (only to lose them all). But on the other hand, maybe the reason he’s never felt like it was the worst thing is because, unlike the others, Thor always found himself at home amongst the mortals of Midgard. He was one of them and regardless of any godhood he might still possess, this will never change. Thor went through the motions in the fifties, adapting a Germanic alias of Johannes Merkel, and worked in construction mostly. He spent a lot of his time alone and in somewhat solitary, but whenever he was, the lowest of the low seemed to make themselves known. And during the nights, Thor punished them for their crimes. From petty thieves to abusers of women, children, and anyone that was at risk, he made sure they felt the Wrath of Thor. Thor continued it until he met someone he hadn’t seen in several centuries. Someone who, at one point, had crossed paths on the battlefield. Mictēcacihuātl, the lady of the dead they called her. Of the Aztec Pantheon. Thor had traded blows and had never respected a female warrior so much. She was second to his admiration to Lady Sif who, at one point he married. And in all the time since their few, brief encounters, his respect for her never changed or lessened -- only deepened. And in this new normal he had found himself in, Thor welcomed the reunion of someone he greatly admired. And together they had stayed, spending time together, forging a relationship that was far more than just a friendship. Thor will be the first to say that, for a time of nine years, he had fallen in love with the Lady of the Dead and for nine years, he spent his time with her. But in a time where he found himself immersed in the culture of the sixties, in the culture of anti-war and free spirits, so came the strain on his relationship. Thor became engrossed in the energy around him. As a man of the people, he frequently partied. What made Thor had become the death of his relationship with his beloved. And after nine years, in the mid-70s, they’d never see each other again. In modern times, Thor (or Johan Bauer) lives a simple, yet at the same time, complicated life. During the day, he runs a self-defense-adjacent program that helps teach survivors of abuse, as well as kids and teenagers how to defend themselves. He teaches a myriad of fighting styles and techniques and practices, but above all else, his intention is to instill confidence that might've been lost in whatever it was. But at the same time, when night comes, Thor helps his neighborhood in a different way -- well, not just his neighborhood, but all areas of Seattle. He dons what locals and various media outlets have dubbed "The Blue Crusader", a hooded vigilante who beats up criminals and various scum on the streets of Seattle. Thor's sense of justice has always been strong and whether it's Johan or Thor, he is doing what he can. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🗲 At his core, there is a deep desire for Thor to protect those who either can't protect themselves or do not realize they are at risk. He is a man of the people and as someone who considers it his duty to protect, he will do so without fail. To him, the risk of injury or death doesn't concern him. At his core, he is a good person and if his death results in someone's life being spared, well Thor may just find it to be worth it all. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🗲 There might be a common belief that Thor does not fear anything. He rushes into battle, but that does not mean fear doesn't exist in the God of Thunder. In truth, he fears of disappointing those who are close to him -- or, really disappointing anyone, really.

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Drea Banks || Delbrook Academy

_{"I consider myself flawed and fabulous because perfect doesn’t exist and normal is boring.”}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Andrea Jacquiline Banks ∞ Drea(common nick) ∞ Andi(less common but accepted) ∞ Jackie(reserved for special people) ∞ AJ (also accepted) ∞ Kitten (don't you fucking dare) A L I A S E S @BankonIt @AJ.banks A G E 17 || June 4th ∞ Gemini (Sun) || Capricorn (Moon) || Libra (Ascending/Rising) G E N D E R Cisgender female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual - no lean and Drea likes it that way C U R R E N T C I T Y Lakewood, California E T H N I C I T Y German, Hungarian, English _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5’3" Weight: 105lbs/48kg Hair: Dirty blonde || Curly; typically straightens it Eyes: Green Body Type: Petite || Lean and toned due to contant physical conditioning Body Marks: Earlobes are pierced. Clothing Style: Sporty and flirty, Drea's style is a mix of crop tops, tanktops, midriffs, loose yet stylish T's for upperbody wear. She has a sense that's mixed of jeans, frilly skirts, tight skirts, and short shorts. She has shoes for most occasions and might have an obsession with them. || x x x x x _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes . . . Flings . . . Past Relationships . . . F A M I L Y mother: ∞ Violet Jessebelle Banks-Carver || 42 || Realtor || FC: Natalie Dormer father: ∞ Jackson Torvald Drake || 40 || Co-Ownder of Asgard Fitness; member of the Fallen Angels Outlaw MC (Boston Charter) || Divorced since 2009|| FC: Jensen Ackles step-father: ∞ Dr. Franklin Carver || 47 || Cardiothoracic Surgeon|| Married since 2018|| FC: Malcolm-Jamal Warner younger step-sister: ∞ Alyssa Carver || 16 || Junior at Delbrook Academy || FC: Samantha Logan younger brother: ∞ Jackson Torvald "Sonny" Jr || 15 || Sophomore at Delbrook Academy || FC: Dylan Everett P E T S ∞ Lemonade (1 year old) - Female Persian Cat ∞ Sunshine (6 months old) - Male golden retriever _______________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E House Room _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Exercising - her body is a temple of sorts (details to come) and, honestly, Drea just loves hitting the gym, weight room, the track - really anything that gets her blood pumping. ✔ Coffee - she has a bit of a caffeine addiction. She prefers her coffee sweet over bitter (yuck!) ✔ Protesting/debating issues important to her - or rather, debating. Whether equality, getting caffeinated drinks for the cafe, or winning petty arguments with her brother, Drea just loves debating ✔ Lemonadeeee - he loveloveloves it! ✔ Pizza and wings - don't let her size fool you! Drea can put down more than her fair share of wings. Bonus points if they're spicy! D I S L I K E S ✘ Bigots, sexists, racists - pretty anyone who is discriminatory towards anyone for non-valid reasons. ✘ Being late to school. Her perfect attendance record is kind of important to her and usually whenever her brother has it in his hands, she grows increasingly annoyed with him. ✘ Sour flavors. Just ewwww! ✘ Tiff's obsession with boys - she loves her to death, but sometimes Drea worries for her bestie. ✘ Being underestimated. Let's just say that Drea loves when people try and think less of her because she's a short girl. She loves any chance she can prove them wrong. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Strong-willed → determined → compassionate → easy-going → independent → loyal → stubborn → passionate to a fault → impatient ____________________________________________________________________________ Strong-willed, determined, and someone who is always fun to be around, Andrea Banks is that one girl who will both embrace you when she sees you in the hall (if you're close enough to accept hugs as a greeting) or put you in your place. She his fiercely independent and stands up for what she believes in. If it's unpopular, then it's unpopular, but you'll never catch her backing down from a verbal showdown unless valid counterarguments are presented. To her friends, she is the very same way but her dedication and innate stubbornness make her hell for whoever hurts those she considers close to her. Whether it's her girls, Sonny, or her stepsister who she is positively close with, she'll fight you 5'3" stature and all. Her fire burns as brightly for her friends as it does for standing up for what's right. Maybe she's a tad idealistic, but in today's world, how could you not be? On the down side, Drea has been known to let her mouth do more talking than it should. She doesn't know when to let others speak. She goes on tangents about various subjects ranging from social issues she's passionate about to her pride in her family and friends. She might even go on about some show she's obsessed with. Probably why she and Tiff mesh so well. They both can't seem to shut up, though in the latter's case it's mostly about boys (much to Drea's partial annoyance). ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Andrea's life is, for the most part, not a simple one to explain. Whenever she tries to tell people it, they look at her like she's insane or just flat-out lying to them. It's not her fault that her father is in an outlaw biker gang in Boston while her mother and stepfather (and his daughter) live with her and her brother in Long Beach, but that's just how it is. Truth be told, Andrea Jacquiline is the oldest child of Jackson Torvald Drake and Violet Jessebelle Banks. She has a younger brother (two years younger to be exact), who is named after her father: Jackson Torvald Drake Jr, though he prefers and aggressively insists being called Sonny. For the first ten years of her life, her parents were happy together. They were high school sweethearts. Both of them grew up in Boston. He came from a family of military vetreans and her mother, Viola, came from a family of realtors and lawyers. Their union seemed to just...mesh. At least for ten years. At some point after he was honorably discharged because of an injury (nothing too physically limiting), Jackson fell into a deep depression. That depression made him fall into some illegal activity - particularly the Fallen Angels of Boston/Edenridge. Viola tried to make it work, but the knowing of her ex-husband's life and how he made his money was almost too much. She worried about the kids and what dangers they might be in, so they split amicably. He maintained a large part in their lives, but for the kid's safety and Viola's sanity, she moved Drea and Sonny to where most of her family lived (as of the time they split) in Long Beach. Drea was eleven and Sonny nine years old. It wasn't all bad. Jackson got the kids in the summer under the condition that his brother, Hunter, was around at all times and Viola got them the rest of the year (save for every other holiday). Being split between two homes on two different ends of the country was difficult for Drea, especially because she was absolutely her father's little girl. Still, she understood (some of it because her parents kept some truths away from the kids for their own safety) that this was her life. She made the most of it. And over the next couple of years, she really came into her own. As a kid growing up in Boston, she was always active and had done gymnastics for as long as she could remember and she kept with it even to this day. She used that background to find an easy fit with the cheerleading team at Delbrook Academy. She leads the team (maybe?). In her current life, Drea loves her father, but she isn't like Sonny who has made life difficult for their stepfather, Franklin Carver. Her younger brother is a brat who can't accept their life. Even in six years Franklin has been in their mother's life and has been nothing but amazing to not only them, but trying his best to be a secondary father to both of them, Sonny hasn't accepted it. Drea shrugs at it because she absolutely loves him. All she ever cared about was her mother's happiness and even though part of her has always wished Viola and Jackson could have stayed together, things had to be like this. Besides, Lissy is so cute and amazing! The literal sister she wished she had. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th - Senior G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 || B+ average with a few A's thrown in there. E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Gymnastics & Women's Studies E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Cheerleading Team (head/Co-Head Cheerleader) ∞ Debate team T R A N S P O R T A T I O N Drea drives a 2015 BMW 4 Series 428i Convertible that has a white exterior body with a red interior that was a gift to her by her step-father. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Drea has #goals. She wants to get accepted into an Ivy League school: Yale and Meadow are her top picks with a state university being her safety. She wants to get a degree in political science or something where she can fall back on it if cheerleading doesn't pan out (yes she plans on joining the cheer squad of whatever college she gets accepted to. From there, the world is her oyster. She just has to get through senior year first. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Due to her extremely busy schedule with debate prep, cheerleading, and trying to balance it all with school and having friends, Drea does not work like most would. She does get a monthly allowance of $300 for keeping her grades up, but she also works part time on the weekends at the mcdonalds near her house. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ The Pike Outlets ∞ Santa Monica Pier ∞ Junipero & Hunnington Beach (for the view) ∞ Long Beach Rescue Mission ∞ Disneyland ∞ Birdcage Coffee House to feed her coffee addiction R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ As head/co-head captain of the cheerleading squad, Drea is responsible for routines and ensuring the mental stability of her squad ∞ She is the oldest of the Carter-Banks family, so making sure her younger sibs aren't mistreated and/or do what they're told is one of her top priorities. ∞ Debate team and making sure she doesn't fall short ∞ Protecting Tiff at all costs ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Been watching Person of Interest and Yu Yu Hakusho this month Growing up, in addition to her mother, Drea had always looked up to women who were icons like Rosa Parks, Joan Jett, Hayley Williams Drea has been practicing gymnastics for most of her life, which she brings to her cheerleading duties, as well as doing some fun routines on TikTok Drea volunteers as much as she can. Whether it's at a soup kitchen, the YMCA club near her house, she believes in giving back and helping those less fortunate than her. Drea and Sonny spend the summers and every other holiday in Boston with her father While Drea isn't someone with nerdy interests per se, she does enjoy watching Marvel and DC movies. Why? Because of all the hot people. Drea has a secret obsession with Pixar films. Incredibles and Toy Story are her favorites. Drea enjoys cooking and even has her own special recipe for lemonade. T H E M E S O N G Confident by Demi Lovato Face Claim: Brec Bassinger - | ##eac55d

that's so meta || character storage thread

Miki Park - Pokemon Trainer

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"_{I'm better than you and you know it!}"

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n a m e

Miki Park

a g e

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g e n d e r

Cisfemale || She/Her

t r a i n e r c l a s s

Ace Trainer || Formerly Elite Four of Sinnoh

h o m e t o w n & r e g i o n o f o r i g i n

Oreburgh City, Sinnoh

a p p e a r a n c e

During the early years of her journey as a Pokemon Trainer, Miki was a lean, almost skinny girl with black hair with red tips that she dyed herself. Her hair in her younger years was often left unstyled due to its natural smoothness. Over the years, much like her fashion sense, she refined it, cut it a few inches shorter, but always kept the black with red tips. Miki has red eyes that appear dulled due to a silverish tint in them. Miki has also been very short, with her growth spurt really only giving her about a foot from ten to her current age, so she stands at 5'4".

Her fashion style has roughly remained the same throughout the three phases of her trainer career: beginner, experienced, and elite. In the beginning, she wore a mesh top that was one-part black and one-part red with a black jacket (typically unzipped), a choker necklace with an "M" emblem for her name, and black shorts. Over time, her style changed as her time in the world did. She kept to the hoody style, but it progressed into a black hoody with a red hood, a white shirt, and grey pants. Now, in recent years, as she has matured in age and experience and overconfidence, her look represents where she is at. Her current attire consists of a silverish-grey, long-sleeve shirt that is tailored to fit her somewhat curvaceous form now, black slacks that very much show off certain assets of hers that she's damn proud of, and a red scarf. She also wears a pair of the latest headphones that was developed to work with her PokeGear.

p e r s o n a l i t y

🔥 Passionate
🔥 Confident
🔥 And also overconfident
🔥 Anger prone
🔥 Will fight if she has to
🔥 Petty and vengeful when wronged
🔥 Rushes into danger headfirst
🔥 Adamant she is never wrong

r e c e n t h i s t o r y

🔥 Grew up in the mining town of Oreburgh, where her brother, Roark currently serves as the presiding gym leader
🔥 Like many before and undoubtedly after her, Miki set off on her journey to become the very best, a feat she presently believes she achieved.

🔥 Her mother, Saki gave her her first Pokemon, a shiny Shinx who would end up being her best friend and undoubtedly strongest pokemon (despite the current makeup of her team)

🔥 Along her travels, Miki became the fiery rival of one Melissa, who she consistently has bickered and battled any chance she got.
🔥 Throughout the duration of her journey, Miki has participated and qualified in four separate, regional leagues: Sinnoh, Hoenn, Kanto, and Johto.

🔥 She placed 4th in Sinnoh, 5th in Hoenn, 3rd in the Indigo League, and 2nd in the Silver Conference (Johto)
🔥 At just fifteen, after the Silver Conference trophy escaped her grasp thanks to a certain dragon master named Lance, she received an offer to join the Sinnoh Elite Four, being dubbed "Lava Queen", a title she proudly boasts even to this day.
🔥 After three years with the Elite Four, just a few days shy of her nineteenth birthday, Miki stepped down from her position as #4 in the Sinnoh Elite Four, citing "career opportunities"
🔥 Truth was, she received an offer she couldn't refuse.

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p o k e m o n t e a m
_Blitz

• _{Species Shiny Luxray}
• _{Gender Male}
• _{Ability Intimidate - Blitz's fierce demeanor often makes lesser Pokemon tremble in his presence and makes those equal to its strength match his.}
• _{Move Set Thunderbolt, Volt Tackle, Electric Terrain, Night Slash, Roar, Double Team, Agility}
• _{Body Type: Quadruped body}
• _{Personality: Quick-tempered, adamant, and boastful, Blitz exemplifies what it means to be part of Miki's team because of his confidence. As the oldest and undoubtedly her signature pokemon, Blitz is the most like his master out of all of them. He is quick to anger and is fiercely protective over Miki. Static flares along its body whenever it senses even a hint of danger approaching Miki. BLitz has a longstanding, mostly-friendly rivalry with Sly, Miki's Zoroark for whom he frequently battles for fun (during downtime, of course)}

_Sly

• _{Species Zoroark}
• _{Gender Male}
• _{Ability Illusion - Sly's ability to move between pokeball and released creates a bait and switch style of fighting that Miki has mastered with him.}
• _{Move Set Nasty Plot, Dark Pulse, Flamethrower, Sludge Bomb, Shadow Claw, Taunt, Revenge}
• _{Body Type: Bipedal - tailed form}
• _{Personality: Sly is as mischievous as they come. Whether it comes to battle by teasing and mocking opponents to the point of genuinely upsetting them or tormenting those on the team, Sly is a master of causing trouble. He'll mess with Rex's private time, which almost always leads to a confrontation between the two.}

_Amber

• _{Species Charizard}
• _{Gender Female}
• _{Ability Blaze - In battle, Amber's body gains a subtle red aura that enhances its capabilities, but specifically her fire-type moves.
  Solar Power - When specifically using Sunny Day, Amber will have an increase in overall fighting power for a limited time, leading to a burst of strength that will eventually have a drawback cooldown time.}
• _{Move Set Sunny Day, Fire Blast, Seismic Toss, Hurricane, Fire Punch, Flare Blitz, Dragon Dance}
• _{Body Type: Bipedal - tailed form}
• _{Personality: It's almost a universal trait among Charizards that they must give their trainers sass because nobody on Miki's team challenges her authority (to a point) like Amber does. It's nothing that Miki can't handle, but whenever she gives Amber a command, the Charizard taunts and mocks her (to a point), often leading to a clash before she stops having fun and obey's Miki's command. That is just to get her own entertainment. Deep down, Amber loves Miki and respects her strength. How else would Miki get the sass machine to obey her?}

_Ebony

• _{Species Houndoom}
• _{Gender Female}
• _{Ability Flash Fire - Ebony has a high resistance to fire-type moves and, for a time upon activation, will have an immunity to fire-type moves.}
• _{Move Set Fire Fang, Take Down, Swagger, Feint Attack, Protect, Double Edge, Iron Tail}
• _{Body Type: Quadruped - tailed form}
• _{Personality: Despite outward appearances, Ebony is actually quite friendly. And not just with Miki, but with anyone who approaches her. She is easily the friendliest member of the team aside from Rex, which stands to reason and why they are often seen playing/napping near each other. Ebony is overwhelmingly lazy and seldom wants to train or fight if she doesn't have to. She shares the common trait among Miki's pokemon of being fiercely loyal and protective over their trainer, so if any danger presents itself, she will fight and will live up to the Houndoom that she is.}

_Chompy

• _{Species Sharpedo}
• _{Gender Female}
• _{Ability Rough Skin - Typically, this ability will make it to where anyone touching Chompy will be cut, but that's not exactly true. It only hurts those who Chompy perceives as a threat or who may be an enemy of Miki's.}
• _{Move Set Crunch, Take Down, Rain Dance, Payback, Hydro Pump, Aqua Jet, Focus Energy}
• _{Body Type: Fins}
• _{Personality: Chompy is...an interesting case. It's very childish and maybe even a bit too excitable. Being her only water pokemon and only means crossing the seas, Chompy doesn't have the benefit of being able to roam freely with Miki when she's traveling the roads, so whenever she gets the chance, she lives it up. She loves seeing the sites, roaming the seas, and just lives for the moment. This can cause some headaches for Miki and it typically takes a few stern commands to get Chompy back on track, especially when she's riding on Chompy's back or is being pulled by her. All in all, though, Chompy just has an energetic demeanor and Miki tries not to ruin her parade if she can help it.}

_Rex

• _{Species Tyranitar}
• _{Gender Male}
• _{Ability Sand Stream - On battle, every time it is called upon, it summons a sandstorm. However, when off battle, sometimes Rex just needs his privacy, so he'll surround a five feet radius around him in a sandsphere and hell be damned to those who enter it without his permission.}
• _{Move Set Stone Edge, Hyper Beam, Dynamic Punch, Sandstorm, Brutal Swing, Focus Energy, Dig}
• _{Body Type: Bipedal - tailed form}
• _{Nature: You wouldn't believe it by looking at him, but Rex is actually shy. Dates back to when Miki found him injured after the silver conference. Beaten and abused by unknown assailants, a rare soft spot from Miki took a liking to him and it to her. As a Larvitar, he shied away from her more assertive pokemon and even now he still does but it takes the form of more being a loner and enjoying his solitude. Rex is also very well behaved despite outward appearances. His best friend is Ebony and they often play/spar whenever they are out of their pokeballs, which happens often since Miki doesn't like to keep them restrained.}

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

_{a @metanoia || @Danvers || @smarty0114 collab}

_{Interactions: Hercules, Hebe, Hera
Mentions: Melinoe (via text) @KZOMBI3
Location: Bus Stop → Olympic Club}

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The goddess of youth rounded the corner onto the quiet main street, chest moving in labored breaths as she ground to a halt, and watched as her mode of transport swerved off into the distance. She’d missed the bus. The bus that only came twice a day. The bus that she’d checked the time for about a bajillion times. “Fuck…” She whispered before clamping a hand over her mouth as if to try stuff the word back in. Tossing a glance over her shoulder, Hebe's hand slipped away when she realized there was no-one around to hear her. She still couldn’t swear without feeling bad about it.

Her mother was going to murder her, or worse, decide she was completely incapable of even the most simple of tasks. Dissolving into her sorrow at being on the wrong side of Hera, Hebe strode the few short steps to the bus stop before sitting anxiously down on the not so comfortable wooden bench. Her hands moved to absentmindedly straighten out her dress, moving automatically as she had been trained to centuries ago atop Mount Olympus. It would never have done for her to look a mess afterall; though the goddess had always secretly thought that sounded like the exact definition of fun.

For a few minutes she sat, chewing down on her bottom lip, before a metaphorical light bulb popped up above her. “Maybe I can walk there!” She perked up, pulling her phone out of the small bag slung across her shoulder. “Hm, if I set off now, then I’ll get there at…3pm.” Only a few hours late. Probably a more appropriate time for a luncheon but a far cry from being on time. But she was a goddess, an immortal goddess…whose powers were entirely unhelpful. Giving an 80 year old a spring in his step seemed very useless now.

"No, stop being silly Hebe…” The greek deity mumbled, shaking off the anticipation that was rising up inside her. She just needed to channel Hermes or, or…one of Apollos cows? Maybe? “Though not with these…” She mumbled to herself, glancing down at the heels that were sitting rather uncomfortably beneath her feet. Slinging them off, Hebe held them in one hand as she began to walk, ignoring how dirty her soles were going to be by the end of this.

“Hebe, that you?” A voice came from across the bench, parked about three feet, the engine of a red 2018 Ford Mustang lightly purring.

Hercules wasn’t late by any means, so that’s why he took the long, scenic route to the Olympic Club but he was in no means in the best shape of his life. As per usual, especially on a weekend, Acropolis had yet another legendary rager that lasted well into the night. The Divine Protector didn’t remember everything, but he remembered there was a lot of alcohol, some unsavory party guests that may have challenged him to a fight, and some colorful pills or capsules. Last thing he remembered was trying to out-drink some mortals and he woke up in nothing but a pink g-string in the bathtub.

Again.

That will make the tenth time this month that he blacked out and woke up in a place that wasn’t his room or bed. No wonder he has an insane neck cramp that won’t budge. But the plus side of all of this? Taking the long way to relax as much as he can, especially since this luncheon that the worst God in all of the pantheons was hosting had the vibe of mandatory attendance, allowed him the unexpected reunion with one of his favorite people who wasn’t Dio, Apollo, or his ten-million followers.

Hebe, the one who always seemed to come back into his life when it was just right. “Oh it is you, isn’t it? What are you doing here?” He asked the Goddess of Youth.

"Me?" Hebe uttered in surprise as she spun around at the sudden mention of her name. A wave of relief washed over her at the dulcet tones of the oh so familiar voice and she tried to push down the smile that tugged at her lips. The rough gravel pavement was uncomfortable against her exposed soles but she barely noticed it, steps unconsciously treading lightly as she gradually made her closer to him. "Oh…I'm sorry, I was always told never to talk to strangers," She grinned as she approached the car, aware that Herc was one of the only people she felt confident enough to tease in such a way. "Even instagram famous ones."

Her eyes flitted to the back of the expensive looking Mustang, noting that he was alone. It would be too presumptuous just to ask for a lift though, what if he was picking someone else up? Plus it was kinda embarrassing. She was certain that most of the other gods would be making their entries in the most glamorous and elegant of fashions. Hebe had watched the Oscars before and she was certain this annual collection of deities was even more excessive than that.

"I...missed the bus." She eventually conceded, her happy expression faltering.

“Damn, that’s rough, buddy,” Hercules teased, letting a low chuckle out of his mouth. Their playful banter, no matter how childish it may have been at times, has always withstood the test of Father Time. “And still so long to the club.” He looked at his old friend, his blue eyes keeping a casual but still fixated glance on her. “If only you knew somebody with a fast car, who you know is good company, and generally can make you smile on a moment’s notice.” He made a thoughtful humming sound. “Maybe someone who is also pretty rich. Like a famous influencer. Know anyone like that, Hebe?”

The young goddess parodied a look of concentration, finger tapping softly against her lips. "That's a tough one but...nope! Never met Cameron Dallas." Bending down to slide her heels back onto her feet, Hebe laughed lightly at her friend. "Though you aren't half bad yourself...and I do have a bit of a soft spot for Mustangs."

Oh how he had missed her wit. Nobody was able to make Hercules laugh in the most genuine, authentic way like the Goddess of Youth. Maybe it was just her personality. In all the centuries that went by, nothing seemed as effortless than when he had a conversation with Hebe. Decades could go between ever being in the same area of each other and when they’d speak again or hang wherever they would, they’d pick up where they left off. That kind of connection with someone, with benefits or not, that couldn’t be faked.

She always brightened his day and as he laughed at her comments, he couldn’t help but think about the last time they were this close to each other when it was just them. “Is that so?” Hercules half-smirked as he reached over to the passenger side, opening the door. “Hop on your horse, m’lady!” In an effort to keep up the cheese that he was no doubt known for, Hercules tipped the nonexistent hat that would follow what he just said.

Hopping into the car, Hebe grinned at her fellow god. "Such a gentleman. What would I ever do without you?" She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief before pausing to look out the window, watching as the city sped by in a blur of dappled lights and hazy faces. Eventually her gaze moved back over to him, eyes flitting to meet his.

“Probably still be stranded at the bus stop,” he teased as the engine of his mighty steed revved back to the road.

"Late night?" She chided gently, knowing him well enough to recognise the tell tale signs of the heros revelry. It wasn't immediately obvious, just a few subtleties that she could read from his face and body. "Not that I'm saying you look bad or anything! You definitely don't!" The greek quickly added, hands moving to uneasily play with the trim of her dress. "You look like...the opposite. The antithesis. The...the...you look good." She finally yielded, stopping her flustered stream before she dug herself an even deeper hole.

When Hebe pointed out the not-so-subtle lack of his usual youthful, glossy skin, at first he laughed it off with a shrug. “No more than usual. Weekends mean big parties at the crib,” he admitted.

That was the God’s-honest-truth. Weekend meant college kids and those who still had that youthful energy like the majority of the deities that inhabited Acropolis on a regular basis needed to let off a little steam. Hercules was in a constant state of hype. It took his toll on him the next morning and he always says he might regret it, but he always rose to the challenge the very next day. It wasn’t just the Divine Protector in him, but as Zeno Megalos, who livestreams just about every party at some point, he had a brand and image to uphold. He wasn’t like most phony influencers who posted themselves near expensive shit or rented them out or just…used fake backgrounds. The life his millions of followers see in his photos and his videos and reels and even some Tik Toks he makes, that’s his actual life.

“Why thank you, Hebs,” Herc said as they came to a stop at a red light. He could see the Olympic Club in the distance, but they were still about five or so driving minutes away. “Ya know, you don’t look that bad yourself, either. Ya always look good, but this dress is doing wonders for ya!” He grinned and felt his phone vibrate against the dash. Taking a moment to look at it real quick, feeling no guilt whatsoever since it was a red light.

From: Ghost Girl
interested for damn sure. I’ll meet you at the festival, yeh?

Received

Oh, this was the best news ever! Or was it? Melinoe was Apollo’s ex, so that was a major complication. Bros before hoes, right? But they desperately needed an actual paying housemate. Nothing against Dio. Herc loved that guy to death and beyond. Whenever he was in town, they had the sickest parties, but he didn’t pay rent because he wasn’t in town long enough for it to be fair on the God of Wine.

To: Ghost Girl
Hellz-to-the-yeah! We’ll catch up and talk!

Sent

Herc set his phone down back on the dashboard and heard honks from behind him and saw that the light was green. “Oopsies!” He chuckled, looking at Hebe with a smile as he put the pedal to the metal. He wasn’t looking at the road as he glanced at her beautiful face and that beautiful golden hair that she was so famous for. It was a gaze that was impossible to miss and it prompted a small frown of confusion from its target, the ever naive Greek wondering, with a bit of mild alarm, what he was looking at.

"Oh! Do I have something on me?" Hebe began rubbing at her face indiscriminately, trying not to focus on the fact that he was still looking at her. It thankfully did nothing more than to enhance the flush that had already spread across her cheeks, though she carried on not knowing this. "Did i get it o-...watch out Herc!" She suddenly yelped in surprise as the car began to veer erratically to the right, a hand moving to tug on his shirt as the tyres drifted over to the curb at an increasingly fast rate.

bump-de-bump

Despite Hebe’s efforts and Herc’s acknowledgement that he definitely wasn’t paying attention to the road, which at this point in his life and how long he has been driving modern cars, he should know better. But it wasn’t every day that he had a smoking hot passenger riding with him. So how could he not be distracted? Still, this was completely on him As a result, the mustang crashed into the curb. A good thing, though, there weren’t any cars hit nor anyone on the sidewalk when his mustang went partially forward on it. There were honks to be sure and alarmed drivers who got startled by the sudden swerving, but nobody was hurt.

“Well that could have ended badly.” For all intents, Hercules remained an absolute GOAT in how he reacted to the almost accident he caused. “You okay, Hebs?”

"Yep." Hebe chirped as she peered out from between her fingers. "I think so...are you?" Yet as she turned to check over her friend, her eyes widened in a mix of surprise and horror. There was a not so insignificant tear at the bottom of his shirt where she'd grabbed on and apparently failed to let go. A shirt he'd probably picked out precisely for this event too.

"Oh no! oh no...I'm soooo sorry Herc. I can buy you a new one maybe or...well we can't really trade clothes. Though do you remember that time you wore that dress..?" She let out a small unwanted giggle at this memory, before shaking her head. "Sorry...sorry, ah I bet you wish you hadn't given me a lift now," She forced a small laugh, cursing her own silliness. Maybe one day she'd actually manage to not mess up in front of him. It had only been a couple of millenia without success afterall.

Oh, well that was indeed unfortunate. Hercules glanced at his shirt. There was a big rip at the bottom. It was very noticeable, but at the same time, he kind of liked the look. Hercules typically liked to look his best at events. Yes, typically he was one to make a big fuss about minor things about his fit, yet as he looked at how distraught Hebe was about the rip and knowing full well she was blaming herself for it, he decided to take the high road. “Don’t even sweat. I think it adds some character to the fit!” He grinned, giving her a reassuring couple of taps on the shoulders. Hercules didn’t know his own strength sometimes, so it was probably a tad harsher than it should have been. “Seriously don’t worry! Hakuna Matata and all that."

When he saw there was no more as much of a worry on her face, Hercules turned his attention back to the task at hand. His front bumper was slightly damaged. He could always go his car guy later for it. A few scratches or scrapes endured during a trying battle wasn’t going to stop his mighty steed. “Now let’s hurry. We have people to see!”

As they got back on the road and they came closer and closer to the Olympic Club, Hercules felt that familiar feeling of dread build up in his stomach. It twisted like the worst aching pain in that region he always got when the thought of being near Hera entered his mind. This was her Luncheon. It was her event and maybe part of the Divine Protector was dreading it because she never fucking liked him. Hell, him showing up with her daughter, yeah that was bound to ruffle her feathers.

And yet he smiled. Hercules smiled at that thought. Was that his inner-Zeus coming out? Did making Hera miserable or hate him even more give him some twisted form of delight. Yeah that’s not a good sign.

Taking all but a few moments to find a parking space that was near the entrance, Hercules shut off the car. He took in a deep breath, put on that brave face and turned to Hebe. “And we are finally here!”

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As the pair entered the club, Hebe tried not to focus on anything aside from the sound of her friend's footsteps beside her. The noise of tinkling glasses and murmured chatter was becoming ever louder as they approached the main room, bringing with it a sense of unease. Lavish events were something she'd never felt entirely comfortable with but this one was even more trying for the young goddess. The festival of life was, well, sad for her, reminding the young goddess of a role she once had and that now was lost to her forever.

She let out a small sigh as she looked over towards Herc, amazed at his ability to still look entirely god-like, ripped shirt and all. And he didn't seem that fazed by any of this either…maybe she should try to take a leaf out of his book. No point in spending the whole time moping.

Conveniently, she spotted the form of one blonde norse god ahead of them, and an entirely more amusing thought entered her head. "Bets on who will start the first fight?"

“That’s a good question.” Looking around the room, Hercules wanted to see who all was here. He didn’t see certain people that he knew were firestarters (of sorts). Ares and his father, to be specific, weren’t around. Of course, Norse God of Thunder had a temper but, judging from how he chose the most isolated part of the club, Hercules had it in his mind that maybe he wouldn’t. Something about that golden thunder god seemed off. But Hercules wasn’t that reliable about his observations being accurate, so what did he know? “Honestly, I have no clue. None of the usual players who would throw the first punch were anywhere in sight or in a state where they might.” Like your mother. Truly, Hercules was just grateful that she was nowhere in sight. Maybe the crisis would be averted after all.

Crisis averted? That was simply wishful thinking.

Hera’s eyes found her daughter from across the room. If she had been a lesser woman, she might have let out a shout of rage, or smashed her glass against a table. Instead, she pursed her lips and abandoned her half empty champagne flute on a nearby table. She strode through the crowd with all the grace and authority she was known for, coming to a halt in front of the couple.

“Hercules,” Hera said, letting the name fall from her lips in poisonous droplets. Her eyes scanned him, focusing on the torn shirt. Of course he would show up looking a mess, what else could she expect? “How nice of you to arrive, with my daughter too.” Hera’s icy tone made it very clear that it was not nice at all. “Why don’t you run along now? Hebe is important to the day’s festivities, and she doesn’t need you distracting her.”

Annnnd there she went. Typical Hera the Bitch in full working form. Not even the years of mortality (or semi-mortality in their case) softened her sharp words. “I know, right? Ran into her on my way here. Guess I’m just lucky like that,” he remarked, choosing to ignore the blatant judgy expression on Hera’s face when he caught her eyes going up and down at his outfit. “I’m actually exhausted. So I’m not in the mood to run right now. And I’m honestly pretty comfy where I’m at.” With the sole intent to anger Hera even further, because yes he knew full well she wasn’t happy that her daughter showed up with him, he grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight enough to make it noticeable. He played it off as an ‘accident’, trying to be subtle about it.

Steam was practically rising off the elder goddess’ head, as her nails dug crescent shaped indents into her hand. Her smile twitched, but did not fall. “Darling, why don’t you show your friend how we handle responsibility in this family?” Hera trained her eyes on her daughter, coming down with the full weight of maternal expectation.

"Mother, I..." A mortifying blush had bloomed on the cupbearer's cheeks and despite her best efforts, it remained stubbornly in place. "He...it was just a lift...i missed the bus and y'know...the polar bears..." She rambled on, looking increasingly on the verge of tears. Why couldn't they get along? And why was he holding her hand? She knew he just wanted to be friends. Pulling her smaller hand from his, Hebe couldn't bring herself to look at him as she spoke. "Herc, I'm sorry. I should probably go..."

As her hand retracted from his and there was no resistance, Hercules found himself having a mixed reaction to it. It wasn’t that he blamed her or anything like that nor was he mad…Well, he was mad, but not at Hebe. He could never be mad at Hebe. He had disappointment on his face from Hebe listening to Hera and then when his eyes met Hera’s, it switched into that familiar hate he always felt for her. It stemmed from how since his birth she has always hated him and it was never his fault. She just never liked the fact that his father gave her name to his son. But that didn’t give her the right to be a bitch to him for no reason, let alone dictate what her daughter did (or on occasion who).

Looking at Hebe and ignoring Hera, Hercules shook his head. “No need to be. I’ll see you later. Gotta go find Apollo and maybe if he’s here, my father--” He made sure his eyes were looking Hera’s way when he mentioned his father. Did he know that would intentionally get under his skin? Maybe. “--it might be fun to catch up with him.” He said, giving Hebe a wave. He was, of course, lying, but Hera didn’t know that.

The Queen of the Gods flinched at the mention of her husband, narrowing her eyes as Hercules turned and walked away. “You should think harder about the company you keep,” Hera said, as she turned to face her daughter, and gently smoothed imaginary wrinkles from the shoulders of her dress.

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

@Wolf Mother @Akayaofthemoon @TGM Finally finished him!

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_{"Fall seven times, stand up eight” — Japanese Proverb}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Hiroshi Levi Takahashi ∞ Ross - Preferred nick ∞ Lee - not common, but sometimes accepted ∞ Hiro - his mother calls him this ∞ Jeans - his persistent tormentor, Jordan Hall, calls him this (much to his growing frustration). A L I A S E S @rosstakahashi @HashBrown @takahameha @ineedahiro A G E 17 || September 20th ∞ Virgo (Sun) || Saggitarius (Moon) || Aries (Ascending/Rising) G E N D E R Cisgender Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual C U R R E N T C I T Y Lakewood, California E T H N I C I T Y Biracial (Japanese, White) _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'8" Weight: 105lbs/48kg Hair: Black || Neck-length and smooth to the touch; requires minimal upkeep Eyes: Green Body Type: Skinny/slightly lean || Ross doesn't work out regularly, but he walks around a lot, which contributes to his boyish figure Body Marks: N/A Clothing Style: Simple comfort with a dash of nerdom, Ross style typically relies on simple colors that compliment his personality such as greens and greys, a pair of slacks or jeans (shorts in the summer, some kind of hat or headwear (it varies), and something that represents his undying love for all things nerdy. || x x x x x _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes Davina Deveraux - Hot but Ross doesn't know if she would go for him at all Kaia Choi - Ross is sure Dad would approve but she seems very nice, too. Koren Nox - small crush. Recent crush. She's really pretty crush. Jules Park - Very pretty and seems nice! Flings . . . Past Relationships . . . F A M I L Y father: ∞ Kaito Takahashi || 60 || Professor at University of Long Beach || FC: Ken Watanabe mother: ∞ Sarah Ophelia Takahashi (nee. Lewis) || 55 || 12th Grade Trigonomotry Teacher at Delbrook Academy || FC: Famke Janssen older sister: ∞ Kimiko "Kimi" Takahashi || 29 || Practicing Paralegal || FC: Utada Hikaru older brother ∞ Daisuke Takahashi || 24 || Stand-up Comedian || FC: Ryan Higa P E T S ∞ Buster (1 year old) - Male Beagle _______________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E House Room _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Homework and studying. ✔ Video games - he plays an absurd amount of them ✔ Anime - an extension of his nerdy interests ✔ Mochi ice cream! ✔ Going to the comic book store! ✔ Everything MCU-related. #obsessed ✔ Certain girls at school shhh it’s a secret ✔ Soft spot for chill vibes genre wise like indie and lofi hip hop D I S L I K E S ✘ Bullies - he got enough of it in elementary and middle school. Good thing DA doesn’t have that problem..much. ✘ Being late to school ✘ Aggressive music but not against hard rock. He just like chill tunes ✘ DC vs Marvel wars. They’re just stupid. Both are good in their own way. ✘ PC Master Race elitists (an extension of the above). It’s stupid. Let people like what they like ✘ Jocks and other types that play into the stereotypes. ✘ Being bugged in class by Jordan Hall. Oddly specific, sure, but she just won’t stoppp! ✘ Heights. He just doesn’t like it ✘ Fighting in general. Ironic since he has been taking Karate for the better part of his life, but Ross hates fighting and doesn’t like to get into confrontations ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Gentle → attentive → insightful → thoughtful → diplomatic → optimistic → self-critical → shy (to an extent) → perfectionist → hyperfixative ____________________________________________________________________________ Ross is one of the nicest people you might ever meet. He can act shy around new people or strong personalities, but that isn't to say that he doesn't try his best to be friendly to them. It's just that sometimes those kinds of people just come off as overwhelming to him and he doubts himself to the point that he retreats into a bubble of sorts. When he's comfortable with someone, though, Ross is very chatty and has a smile (albeit minimal) on his face any time he's with them. He's also a very positive person. He sees the best in people even if others don't think he should. Really all he wants to do is help those he can and even if he can't, he's still willing to try and maybe find a solution or a way to help. He kind of prides himself in knowing when someone might be going through it and sometimes he might not completely understand, there's a large part of him that wants to try. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will fill in later. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th - Senior G P A & A V E R A G E 3.9/A- Average E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Computer Programming/Repair & Computer Math E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Tutors (both officially by school and privately for money) ∞ Delbrook Academy Anime Club (if there isn't one, then general comics/anime club will do) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N Ross drives a 2013 Honda Accord. It was given to him for his sixteenth birthday for how excellent he's been doing at school. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Ross knows what his father wants. Good college and a good job, but truth is Ross isn’t sure what he wants. It would be nice to maybe become a pro gamer, but he knows his father wouldn’t approve if it didn’t show monetary success almost instantly. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Ross mostly tutors in most basic academic subjects, but his main thing is math. He likes numbers and can understand them more than most. And he makes decent money because there’s a lot of rich people who don’t know how to count. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ His room lol ∞ Comic Book Store (varies on location) ∞ Disneyland R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Tutoring can something take up a lot of his time, especially if the person he has to help out is…challenging ∞ Maintaining a 4.0 is no walk in the park. ∞ Have you tried balancing everything and trying to keep up with your hobbies? Ross does it somehow. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Been watching Person of Interest and Yu Yu Hakusho this month Ross has been practicing Karate for the better part of his life. Originally started as a way to protect himself from bullies in elementary school, but it has evolved into something he’s rather passionate about. He currently holds a second degree blackbelt Ross is left-handed Ross can speak, understand, and write in Japanese effortlessly. He values his alone time. As a general introvert with extroverted habits, Ross likes the time he can spend alone. Granted, his brand of alone time is chilling on discord, playing whatever moba he is in the mood for, and trying not to die too often. One of Ross’ favorite meals to eat whether dining out or his father making it, is homemade miso tonkotsu ramen. Yes it’s the kind that Naruto eats. And no, Ross isn’t ashamed. Naruto is his favorite anime character and anime in general, after all!. T H E M E S O N G Kids by MGMT Face Claim: Ryan Potter - | ##00a86b/Jade Green