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Vivian Lucasta || Sunflower

🔅 Sunflower

The only thing that will make you happy is being with who you are

– Goldie Hahn

╟ August 1st (18) || German and French || Cisfemale || Spiritually Christian and Liberally Democratic || Bisexual || Single and always looking╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || ”Uh…hi! My name’s Vivian. Vivian Lucasta. Wait…do I have to say my full name? Probably a good idea.

Can I start over?

Vivian Diana Lucasta! This is gonna be my first year at the Academy, but uhm, my family has alumni status. All my older siblings: Dio, Dawn -- they both graduated with honors and I just wanted to keep up the family tradition. And I’m a wiz when it comes to tests. Honestly it’s one of my strengths. Father made sure of that, you know. I mean, he has been pretty adamant that I study-study…udy. So I know I did well enough to pass.”

|| Practical test || ”Erm…I’m not sure this is my specialty. My father, again he really wants me to join his alma mater, so he put me through some…intense tests. When my powers first developed, he hired some of the best, if not kinda scary, instructors. They worked with me day in and day out. It was hardly what I would call fun, let alone fair.” She sighs, lamenting at the memories of the horror she had to endure. ”But my powers did develop into something that, at the very least, he was proud of. Or happy. Or satisfied with. I don’t know which, but it’s still not my specialty. Offensive anything isn’t, but I think I can get by and do well enough…I hope. I have healing abilities, even if they still need work. I can control my solar energy intake to the point what I store can make me useful in battle, but I still need to work on my ability to actually fight. I never did get it down to a level that my father thinks it should be at…”

|| Written essay topic || Vivian squees in delight, feeling as bright and cheery as the first rays of the morning sun are. ”Oh yay! This was so much fun! Like really fun! Maybe just a tad embarrassing, but I wrote about my big sis Dawn. Full name Artemis Dawn Lucasta. She is a hero. Her hero name is, well, Dawn (but don't’ tell anyone I told you that!) Probably the best one who is from my family (sorry Dio I hope you can forgive me). She is a shining example of what it means to be a hero: she’s kind, powerful, so generous, and, if you can forgive my language, a total badass! Everyone in my family has abilities either light-based or solar-based, but Dawn is on a different level. The perfect example of what it means to be a Lucasta and a success in father’s eyes. She is the only one other than my little sister (who has shown signs of it) that can generate solar energy. I don’t know how she does it, but I just had to write about it and make it my focus!”

|| Video supplement ||
The camera flashes on. It’s an older camera, quality is rustic. It’s not like modern day cameras like you might see on Tik Tok and SuperGram, the Superhero-centric Instagram-replacement after Insta lost its place in the social media world. Not quite 90s but somewhere in the late 90s to early-2000s era of camera quality. Like the kinds that were used to film Bring It On and Legally Blonde. The setup itself is a multi-camera, multi-angel where it has the overall shot of a kitchen, decorated with vases of sunflowers spread throughout the counter space (mainly on the edge for the aesthetic). The kitchen itself is a mix of light yellows, whites, warm oranges, and a splash of pink to make everything pop.

And in the center, stands Vivian Lucasta, wearing a sundress with a white base and sunflowers spread throughout. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail and she smiles brightly at the camera. “Heyyy!” She waved excitedly at the camera, both hands rapidly going back and forth. “My name is VIvian! Some of you may know me as the second youngest daughter of the Lucasta Family. And I know, I know people think of all-powerful heroes when they think of the Lucasta family. And I know a lot of people think we do a lot, but I’m not going to talk about my family. I just want to talk about me and what I think I can bring to the table.” Vivian snaps the left thumb and her index and middle finger of that same hand. There is a transition and a tray of blueberry muffins appears arranged in a pyramid, all stacked perfectly. “One of my favorite snacks! Or really breakfast if you prefer it.”

Vivian picks up one of the muffins, undoing the wrapping and snapping the top part off. She reaches for a butterknife and smears some of the high quality butter on it. And as she takes a bite, she makes approving moaning sounds as she chews. “So heavenly! My favorite!” Suddenly an aura of gold surrounds her, responding to her genuine delight. “I love to bake anything and everything: muffins, cupcakes, scones -- anything that you can possibly add berry flavoring to, but I really love blueberry. And it might seem odd to you because of the obvious presence of gold, but it’s true! I just love blueberry so much! And hopefully, maybe one day, I can share my love for it with everyone!”

As Vivian jumps, there is a transition of her standing to her laying down on the countertop, the camera pointed down on her, closing in on her smile. “I want to spread my light and let everyone know the warmth of the sun!”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Freshman

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Superpower Manipulation - Solar Energy Manipulation, Solar Energy Absorption & Conversion, and Heliokinetic Combat

O C C U P A T I O N

Daylight Delecies - Though owned by the Lucasta family as part of their legacy status with Crystal Peak Academy, it is independently ran (as far as anyone is aware of). Vivian works there full time as a baker.

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Cypress Apartments || Bedroom | Home Theater Setup If Viv was honest and voiced her opinion, she would prefer not to be given special treatment, but the Lucasta family motto is you never say no to Pierre Lucasta.

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For the most part, Vivian Lucasta is one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet in your life. As bubbly as she is kind and selfless, if anyone in this world -- or at least in the Lucasta family -- illuminates any room she’s in by merely standing in it, it’s Vivian Diana. And it is not because she feels she is deserving of such high praise. Honestly, for all intents and purposes, Vivian is pretty clumsy and humble, at that. She’ll never accept compliments, but actions speak louder, right? As stated, she’s selfless but it’s also her dedication (when she’s not goddamn boy crazy) that makes her stand out. She is a person who surprisingly endures the hardships she’s had to face in her life. That should speak volumes.

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A B I L I T I E S

Disclaimer about the Lucasta Family Powers: Everyone in the Lucasta family is capable of incredible feats that extend anywhere from light manipulation to fire and manipulation of the sun (or the energy given off by the sun). Nobody in the family nor the family records that extend several decades before Pierre took over the reins as the family patriarch knows. All that is known for certain is that every member has always shown a talent for these specific powers and once in a solar flare, they all overlap.

Solar Energy Manipulation

Vivan can manipulate the overwhelming energy the sun gives off on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter the kind of energy it is whether magnetic, nuclear, the immense heat -- because where Vivian’s true strength (at least at of current) lies is not in being able to use those individual properties as they were absorbed but rather converting them into pure energy that has traces of their insatiable (and to a degree, toxic) form and become a source of golden energy with traces of heat (especially when used offensively)..

Solar Energy Absorption & Conversion

In a nutshell, when Vivian remains still and in the direct periphery of the glorious sun and her rays, she can store an unreasonable amount of its direct, potentially poisonous rays, and not only store it in her body for future use (especially when she needs to use it and it’s night time), but her body naturally converts it into pure energy for her to use in whatever way she needs to. It’s like an advanced form of photosynthesis with the added bonus of possibly being able to shoot blasts and beams and orbs of golden hues.

Heliokinetic Combat

As a disclaimer, it should be noted that Vivian isn’t a skilled offensive fighter. That’s something she never managed to finely tune. That being said, she can do the bare minimum that could make her an asset against lesser foes. She can apply her stored solar energy into various (capped at three types as of current day) forms of offense

• Solar Hand Blasts - Vivian's hands glow golden (could apply to both) and she shoots a continuous, albeit limited, volley of hand blasts at targets or a singular target. These blasts are usually shaped like orbs that explode upon contact with anything physical. The hand blasts, at her current level, when hit one-by-one may cause bruising/very minor burns.
• Solar Bolt - In the same way as with the hand blasts, Vivian’s hand become engulfed in a golden aura-like substance, but instead of a volley of hand blasts, straight lines of a stronger kind of blast attack. They usually have a one-way trajectory, which makes it ideal for singular targets and less so for group efforts. When hit directly, the solar bolts are capable of knocking the wind out of someone; otherwise there is potential for mild to moderate burnage.
• Concussion Solar Beam- By far Vivian’s most powerful offensive application of her abilities, Vivian is capable of firing off a condensed beam of solar energy that can leave whatever it hits out for a short while. She does this by holding her hands together. Typically when she uses her powers offensively, she wouldn’t have to focus her energy, but this specific application takes a lot out of her. She charges into either hand, focusing all of her energy from one hand into the other (in this case her left hand since that’s her dominant hand) and she unleashes a golden beam at any target (it has the potential to cover multiple targets if they’re close to each other)

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L I M I T A T I O N S

Though her feats with her powers are impressive, Vivian isn't without her limits. For one, though she can manipulate solar energy and absorb/convert its raw properties into pure solar energy that her body can safely use, she cannot generate it, which severely limits her ability to use it around the clock. It's why she has to store as much as she can and has to be smart about it (not always a case with Vivian). Natural occurrences may also hinder her ability to take in solar energy such as cloudy weather where the sun is partially or completely out of view, solar eclipses, specific points in the day where the sun is either too low to be at its full effectiveness or too high to be safely absorbed and converted.

Vivian's offensive capabilities are greatly hindered by her inability to maintain a violent or otherwise offensive mindset. It's odd that since her powers are greatly offensive and are made for an offensive combatant, yet she lacks the very thing that would maximize her potential using her powers. She also gets lost in her head, which could be potentially damaging to her health when using her abilities, especially when dealing with the sun and how one wrong move could send her to the hospital or worse. Just because she can manipulate the sun's energy doesn't mean she has complete immunity to the radiation and other damaging elements.

C O M B A T

Vivian's combat style is unrefined and not even a style. For the most part, her style is pretty basic in the way she uses her powers. Blasts and beams are the extents of her offensive capabilities, so there is much to improve on, especially with balancing that with endurance and reaction time.

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Dirty Blonde w/ lighter highlights| Somewhere between curly and straight | Mid-back in length, it is styled simply in ponytails, buns (even space buns on occasion).
• Eyes: Hazel green
• Height: 5’6”
• Body Type: Slightly hourglass-shaped with modest features
• Clothing Style: Boho-chic | Jeans, shorts of both denim and more cotton-based materials, sundresses for summer and spring seasons. Lots of neutral colors and summer colors like light orange, yellow and neutral colors such as beige, white, and black. She has tons of accessories such as bead bracelets, light scarfs with floral patterns for those chilly days, hats ranging from knit caps to berets. Winter season typically has Vivian donning jeans, long-sleeve shirts, heavier scarves, and knit caps. || Vivian Style
• Makeup Wise: Minimal applications but with colorful eyeshadow shades to compliment her blonde locks and hazel green eyes, flesh tones for lipstick (Vivian isn’t flashy about makeup).
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Vivian just has her earlobes pierced. She doesn’t have many scars worth mentioning -- just some lasting bruising that never healed due to her father’s extensive training. Vivian has one tattoo of a set of stars patterned like glitter on her right inner wrist, colored various shades of yellow and white.

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

Costume Concept

Though a freshman and just starting out, Vivian has ideas for her supe costume and has a very rough, baseline costume. It's completely homemade -- or at least commissioned through ametuer means. A sundress that is yellow in color and has light orange and pink floral designs that comes to a stop at her mid-thigh and a white cloak that in its current form attaches to the dress and hovers over her face.

Updates desired: Eventually, Vivian sees herself having a full white cloak that covers her entire body, locking on and around her dress, draping over her body. Special material would be commissioned so that it would actually cling to her form and release when needed/required. There would be an emblem of a sun surrounded by flower pedals of the same design and shades of light orange and pink around it on the back of the cloak. The sun emblem would a golden sun that's radiant and beautiful but also envokes a powerful symbol of hope.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Bubbly ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to negative opinions about her ☼ Insecure ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged

F E A R S

Never being good enough. Vivian, despite her cheery disposition, has a very low self esteem and overall view of her own self-worth. As a result of her father’s harsh training and even harsher expectations of her to be great (like Dio and Dawn), she always had a feeling of insignificance. The alma mater of all of her family from parents to their siblings and her own attended is now going to be own and that alone is absolutely terrifying. What if she’s not good enough? What if she doesn’t prove herself to her father and the rest of her family? What if she’s not good enough?

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Lucien Pierre Lucasta || 65 || Father || Retired Pro Hero; Current CEO of the Lucasta Organization || Face Claim: Stellan Skarsgard
Hero Name: Morning Star
Powers: Photokinesis, Light Aura, Photonization, Light Body (no longer accessible) -- Pierre is capable of many feats with his light-based powers. In his prime, he was a wreckingball who was a formidable foe. He could mainipulate light, generate it, create powerful explosions, and he had incredible endurance with his powers. Nowadays, though he can still fight using them, certain abilities withered with his chronological age.
Hanna Estelle Lucasta (nee. Sonnen) || 63 || Mother || Retired Pro Hero || Face Claim: Jessica Lange
Hero Name: Sun Maiden
Power: Solar Generation & manipulation; Solar Physiology -- Not only can Hanna generate and manipulate her own solar energy, but because of her prolonged use of her powers and constant exposure to the sun, she can assume a sort of ascended form where she becomes one with the sun. This form, in recent years, is nothing of its former glory.
Apollo Dion “Dio” Sonnet (born Lucasta but has since changed his name)|| 36 || Older Brother || Magician|| Face Claim: Max Riemelt
Hero Name/Alias: The Amazing Dio
Superpower: Illumination - when in a room with either natural light or artificial light such as LCD bulbs or screens, Dio can absorb it to make it dark or intensify it to make it brighter. He is masterfully skilled with it and uses it to his benefit as a magician.
Artemis Dawn “Dawn” Lucasta || 32 || Older Sister || Pro Hero - #5 of the Super 8 || Face Claim: Margot Robbie
Hero Name: Dawnstar
Power(s): Solar Generation & Manipulation || Solar Physiology - Dawnstar can generate her own source of solar radiation, forming it into waves of intense heat and other offensive means. Like her mother, she can assume an ascended form in which her body takes on the form, properties, and palette of the sun itself. It only lasts for a limited amount of time but it makes her a total powerhouse.
Cassopeia Star “Sia” Lucasta || 15 || Younger Sister || High School Student || Codename: N/A || Face Claim: Elle Fanning
Lucien Pierre “Luke” Lucasta Jr || 15 || Younger Brother & younger twin of Sia || High School Student || Codename: N/A || Face Claim: Ross Lynch
Powers (SIa): TBD
Powers (Luke): TBD

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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Childhood best friends? Exes? Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Partner? Put anyone that is noteworthy to your character here.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Everyone and their mother would know the name "Lucasta". It has become a household name at this point. For five decades, ever since Lucien Pierre Lucasta, also known as Morningstar in his heroing days, the Lucasta family has not only been in the spotlight of being pro heroes, but they have been at the (or close to it) top of the food chain. Whether for glory, fame, or wealth (and in some cases, all three), The Lucastas have cemented their legacy as a family of heroes. Even Pierre's five siblings and their families have amounted to the same trio of success as Pierre, who now serves as the head of the ever-expansive hero family, Lucasta.

The Lucasta's origins could be traced back to before the first recorded super was discovered. They originate from Spain and France while the Sonnens, Hanna's family, came from Germany. For the two families to come together, they both lived in upstate New York, not knowing that Pierre and Hanna would meet and create literal magic.

The legacy that the middle child, Vivian Diana, would soon have to live up to all started at Crystal Peak Academy. Her parents, Pierre, and Hanna Estelle Sonnen (now Lucasta) both attended that prestigious academy. It was there they fell in love. Pierre was said to be powerful and righteous and Hanna, while as gentle as the first rays of a sunrise, she was confident, sure of herself, and when Pierre got too much, it was said she blasted him with the full force of the sun. Of course, only they know but Vivian grew up on stories that her mother would squeeze in between her extensive training lessons. At some point, she wondered where that Pierre Lucasta was.

Not long after graduating and becoming pro heroes in their own right, at one point, they did both hold spots within the Super 8, but like all good things, it came to an end. During those days, the two of them were a team. Sunlight is what they called them. Sunlight because while Pierre held the absence of darkness in his hands, burning with a fire within that was matched by his arrogance, Hanna held the power of the literal sun in her hands, thus sunlight was born. When they both retired, which wasn't at an old age. They were both still in their prime, but something in Pierre changed. When he had children, he became more interested in the development of his legacy than protecting the city of New York. Hanna loved him, so she never doubted it.

Between their two families, which came from old money dating back from centuries ago, they amassed an incredible fortune. A fortune that would be used to further Pierre's personal mission to make the world know that the Lucasta family wasn't any less than the Cashmores or Cypress'. So he carved a name for himself, for the name of Lucasta. First came the first two children. So vain and arrogant, Pierre named them after greek gods. His oldest and easily his first disappointment, Apollo Dion. To Pierre's shock, his firstborn son showed very little evidence that he was going to be as great a hero as he was. He had powers, but it was simple parlor tricks as far as Pierre was concerned. He had the power of illumination, being able to make a room darker or brighter depending on his desire. Even though Dio had other skills, Pierre didn't pay him any attention, not like he did his second child and quite possibly the brightest star of the family. Artemis Dawn had her mother's central power but her father's drive. From combat lessons to languages to very extensive, bordering on abusive, physical and superpower training, he did what he tried to do with Dio: he pushed his first-born daughter to her limit and pushed that.

And you know what? She rose to every occasion. Hanna tried to keep him in line. Tried to appeal to the man she knew and loved, but that taste of success pushed Pierre further into his insanity. She became his shining star. Dawn graduated with honors from everything: Crystal Peak Academy, the heroes she interned with, and even when she went on into her own. Everything she did was spectacular. She was a literal star.

And Vivian felt the brilliance of her sister cast a huge shadow over her.

Vivian Diana Lucasta. She is the middle child. She was born in upstate New York (where all the Lucastas were born). Her name comes from two sources: Latin/Roman origin and means lively and her middle name, Diana, comes from Roman origin. The Roman Goddess and Roman equivalent of Artemis, which happens to be Dawn’s first name. Such a powerful name. One that breathes such life, yet when she turned ten, the age all of her siblings found themselves under the intense microscope of Pierre Lucasta, was when Vivian was never the same again.

His goal was to recreate his success with Vivian as he had with Dawn. Vivian, at the time, just wanted to make her father proud of her, because she had never known that. As sad as it is to say, that’s just something she never got. Her mother always made excuses, saying he was a driven man and she always tried to build Vivian’s image of her father by talking about how he was when he was a hero. Or even when she met him, yet none of that made any difference. Year after year, he trained her. Not only physically and in combat, but pushed her to learn languages, to test the limits of her powers.

Right, her powers were a late development. Her powers didn’t surface until she was fourteen, which was three years later than Dawn’s powers surfaced. So at that point, she was at a great disadvantage in her father’s eyes. Another thing was that her powers were nothing compared Dawn’s. Just another disappointment in her father’s eyes and this enraged him. Vivian never seen him train her so viciously. Late nights and early mornings, she was up training mind, power, and body. Over and over again. On continuous repeat to the point that she was seventeen and, in his eyes, Pierre was seeing what he wanted to see when she was eleven years old.

Meanwhile, Vivian was so tormented yet still wanted to make him proud of her. She still wanted to make him proud of her. So much so that she applied for his alma mater. She did everything he wanted of her. And when she got accepted, even though she wouldn’t be anywhere near him, she still heard his voice in her head, telling her to do great, to not ruin his reputation. And in the back of her mind, Vivian worried for her younger siblings, Sia and Luke. As far as she knew, their powers hadn’t manifested yet and they were just a year older than she was when hers did. Without her there to take the full brunt of his attention, part of her worried for them…

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Lili Reinhart || #daa520/Goldenrod
🔅 Vivian bakes. Any reason she can have to bake, she will. Whether it’s for fun, fundraisers, to distract herself, to decompress, she will bake.

She bakes almost anything she can, but what she really enjoys making are blueberry muffins, or really anything blueberry-related. She loves blueberries.

🔅 Music makes her happy. Like really happy. When she’s down or feeling like the world is ending, all Vivian has to do is pop on some indie folk and she feels better!
🔅 Vivian loves taking long walks, especially if it’s with her light, Hope. Also if it’s with someone cute. Definitely better with someone cute.
🔅 Defined jawlines are the cutest!

Edenridge

TIMESTAMP: Flashback, Yesterday (July 18th)

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Marco walked down main street and he was about halfway to the Hole in the Wall. He had his raycon earbuds in, blasting some song from his Naruto playlist, the Rock Lee Green Beast theme (which was his go to hype song), Marco was in the mood to put it on after he left the Godmother. His talk with Cat had sent him down a rabbit hole of thoughts, feelings, and a certain resistance he had in hyping up this meetup with Penolope.

As much as he tried, though, Marco couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what he kept thinking about since last week. She was close to Charlie Decker and Marco had still felt some tinge of anxiety. Even as he walked and had the projection of Cat on his shoulder urging him to not put too much stock into it and let whatever happen, happen in a natural way. He even heard Danny’s voice.

Those Belmontes were a lot of things. Huggers? Well Danny was only because he was Marco’s boyfriend, but not Cat. But they were sensible, comforting, and morally the best people he knew. He might’ve been making everything up and this was his conscious trying to set him straight. Or the voice in his head. Or maybe it was him.

God, Marco, you need to get a handle on this. It’s just dinner. It’s just dinner.

As he walked through the entrance and he had removed one of his earbuds, the sound of the bell above the door startled Marco enough that he dropped the bud on the floor, the sound of the Beautiful Green Wild Beast playing loud enough that he could still hear it as he leaned down to pick it up. He groaned as he pushed off his bad left leg and waved to someone, likely a Cleary, scanning the immediate restaurant floor and at each table looking to see if she was here.

And she was.

And she hadn’t realized Marco was here. Marco couldn’t see exactly where, but as he walked and had pocketed his raycon earbuds in the case and pocketed them, he got closer to the booth she seemed to already be sitting at. It was at the far corner, where the music wasn’t as loud. Somewhere they could hear each other speak. Smiling, he stood opposite of a seated Penolope, waving. “Hey..” As he spoke, his gut started to twist itself. It was too late to go back now. “S-sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Marco said as he took a seat on the other end of the table. The cushion was nice. It felt nice on his butt considering he had been on his feet practically all day.

“You’re fine,” Penelope covered her anxiety with a timid smile. After pushing a menu to him, she opened her own and tried to start things off, immediately jumping into it, “I spent all my life waiting. Waiting for my friends to invite me to their serpent adventures, waiting for my dad to come home because I was always scared he wouldn’t, waiting for Charlie to…” Hiding her face with the menu, she took a breath in, and breath out, she wanted this. She had to talk. If she wanted Marco to open up, she had to be honest. “... waiting for him to ask me out…” Her voice went extremely low at the mention of her and Charlie never becoming an item. As her eyes scanned the menu, she mumbled, hardly audible, “Waiting… So yeah, you’re fine.”

As Marco took the menu and looked through it, he just listened to Penelope talk. He didn’t know what he could say after she was done, but hearing her speak in such a melancholy way, he couldn't help but feel sad for everything it seemed she went through. As he thought about what to say, because silence had taken the air around them for nearly ten seconds and he still had the same nervousness he had before coming here. “I’m..sorry..i mean, that you had to go through that. I…understand what it's like, worrying about your dad. Mine’s a cop and there’s always…that fear of not knowing if things are going to go bad for him.” Marco never opened up about that, but he couldn’t just remain silent, not when she needed that from him.

“I’m making peace. With what I went through, I mean,” Penelope shrugged, finding her footing once more. The Hole was more of a bar than a restaurant. They served hand foods for the most part but other than that, you came to the Hole for the craft beer. Not the food. Though they did have amazing wings. So correction. You came to the Hole for craft beer and wings. “My dad loves it, being a cop, so that’s got to mean something, right?”

Once Poppy asked that rhetorical question to the thin air the waitress approached them. The James girl was quick to order honey bbq wings on the bone, a side of fries, and a coke. She could get a drink, since they didn’t really card in Edenridge, but she wanted to spend her time with Marco sober. If she needed liquid courage was she really doing right by herself, as she tried to bring closure to Charlie’s victims? Maybe another day they could go out drinking. Tonight she wanted to focus on him. “Thanks, by the way. For meeting me for dinner.”

After Penlope ordered her food, Marco was quick to do the same. He went a different route with the wings. He opted for classic buffalo style, also on the bone, potato wedges, and Mountain Dew: Code Red. Was he showing his gamer identity in public? Only if the waitress was a fellow gamer. He drank code red almost religiously for the past year. He has a mini-fridge in his room and it has it and oreo cakesters.

He closed the menu and the waitress walked away with both of them. Smiling at Penelope, he said, “Yeah…sure thing! I have to admit..I didn’t think you’d text back so soon. Maybe I’ve grown to waiting but it was like…instant!” He half-laughed but also smiled. Feeling that maybe what he said came off negative, Marco added, “It’s not a bad thing by the way! It’s a very good thing!”

Penelope answered with a quiet smile. She didn’t consider how fast she responded. Prior to him messaging her, she was at Main Street Music perusing records to add to Charlie’s collection. Music had become a silent language between her and Rhonda, seeing how for a good while mama’s house had gone quiet. Did Pops come off as desperate? If she did, that was never her intention. All she wanted to do was respond right away so she could start moving again. With Marco, she truly believed she could start moving again. That being said, to say she wasn’t relieved would be an obvious lie.

Truth be told. Poppy was put at ease that he was still thinking about her offer. That he was willing to give her a chance. Marco had every right to ignore her but he didn’t and here they were. Both waiting for things to take off, one way or another. “I blame myself,” she earnestly admitted. Staring at her nails, looking away from Marco’s deep, curious eyes, Penelope reflected out loud, “If there’s anyone that failed him the most, it was the girl that…” she bit her bottom lip and glanced up at Marco sorrowfully, “… loved him.”

Bringing her hands to her legs, she absentmindedly rubbed them against her jeans, anxiously feeling the texture, the friction, “So… I hope whatever you’re looking for, I can help you find. I just,” her mind trailed off into many different directions as she tried to articulate her words carefully, “Don’t really have a plan. All I know is I need to see you, and all those Charlie really hurt. This really has nothing to do with him. It has everything to do with me. I need to see, and hear whatever you’re willing to tell me so I…” Can let him go. Frowning, Penelope found herself going silent, unable to finish her sentence. She was rambling again; clear signs of her nerves hitting the roof. Poppy had really hoped she could bury her worry but that was impossible when she was in what felt like an impossible situation.

Even with almost a week to think about it, Marco had no idea what he wanted out of this either. Sure, he had always had thoughts about it: why me? Why at that time? But at the same time, what could asking those sorts of questions actually do for him now? It wouldn’t change that he had a bum leg, that he might walk with a limp for the rest of his life. It wouldn’t change that his dreams of going pro were out of the question. None of that would change if he somehow asked probably the only person willing to do anything he wanted, answer any questions he might have.

For a few moments, Marco hadn’t looked up as he thought about…everything. Even now he still was partially looking down at the tabletop. “Can I be honest about something?” He said, part of his gaze looking back up. “I don’t really have a plan either. I mean, I don’t know what I need or want. Ever since you came to the Godmother last week, I thought about it nonstop and sure, I had questions that I thought I would want to ask. Why did he do it? Why me? Did he secretly have something against me? But now that I’m here, I just don’t know.” His stomach felt heavy, but Marco half-smiled. “I thought I hated him because of what he did and maybe part of me does, but I didn’t know him that well…or at all. I only ever greeted a couple times in the three years we were at the same high school together. So…”

Meeting her full gaze and a strength in his eyes, Marco said, “If you think it’s something you are able to do, could you tell me about him? You don’t have to, but…I’d like to know more about him and what he was like before…you know.” Marco didn’t know if that was wise, but a small part of him always wanted to know more about the boy who shot him and so many others. Maybe it was his more empathetic side or maybe it was seeing Penelope that really sealed it for him. He didn’t know, but what he did know was he didn’t hate Charlie Decker.

While her brown eyes had warmth like an everlasting hearth, there was a deep sadness in that glowing fire. Giving Marco a half smile, Poppy tilted her head, surprised at how selfless his question was. He wanted to know Charlie. Not Charlie from after the fire junior year to his last, dying breath, but the Charlie she grew up with and loved. Her Charlie. “There’s a Cherokee story called Two Wolves,” Her gaze was staring straight into the windows of Marco’s soul, right at him.

“Two wolves?” This was the first time that Marco had ever heard of it. He didn’t know much about Cherokee or really any Native stories or lore.

And Penelope didn’t expect him to. Instead, she acknowledged his bewildered state, her eyes ever so carefully gazing upon his face. Mentally, she wasn’t looking at Marco Brady. Mentally, she was looking at the boy that held her heart. Charlie Decker. Letting his memory encompass her entire being, Poppy wove a tale, a beautiful sad tale, “There’s a grandfather and his grandson. The grandfather tells his grandson that he has two wolves fighting within him. One is all the bad in us, the guilt, the anger, the jealousy, the lies, all the negative energy that challenges us and our purpose.”

She could see two halves of Charlie, the monster he became and the one that was crying for someone to pull him out. To help him. The side in him that was so desperate to shine. “The other wolf is what keeps us grounded, the emotions that remind us why we are here. The joy, the serenity, the love, the empathy, our compassion, our truth. The good wolf.”

Charlie was a lover, never a fighter but this world forced him to build indescribably tall and hard walls. This world ripped him apart until he barely was a person anymore. This world stripped him away from all the good until all he could see was the bad. “The wolves fight, and fight, and fight, until one finally dies. The grandson asks, which wolf wins in the end? And the grandfather answers: the one you feed.”

Charlie smiled at her as he faded from her sight and she was back at looking at the boy she hoped she could guide on the path of healing. A single tear trailed down her cheek, she gingerly wiped her face and went into answering Marco’s actual question, “His father, James Winters, ran the local church that is now the hottest nightclub in our area. Afterlife. He was blamed for that fire that killed several innocent people…. and the way he solved that? He put a bullet in his head,” Poppy glanced around to make sure only Marco could hear her heavy words. She didn’t want others to hear about all the dark she was laying out on the table. She believed in order to understand Charlie, you have to know the history. The history that set him up to fail. The history that haunts this town to this day. The history that forced his hand.

“Charlie never even got to meet his dad seeing how he was still in his mother’s stomach. So add that to being a southsider? He believed he was an outcast, not only feeling abandoned by everyone but us southsiders are told we’re just another statistic. We will never leave this town alive.” Penelope went silent when the waitress delivered their drinks and food. Quietly, she watched the woman take her leave before she focused her attention back to Marco, “That was only the start of a series of unfortunate events. Even through all that pain and all that struggle, trying so hard to take care of his mother’s medical bills in highschool when she was going blind — yes, by working with the serpents because no one else would hire him — he loved classic literature, like On the Road by Jack Kerouac. That was one of his favorites. He loved music, and has an impressive vinyl collection. Artists like Sound, The Midnight, Gavin Degraw, Tyler Hilton…”

There was a lot Penelope had said so far that Marco had no idea about. Maybe being on the northside, he closed his mind to it all. Or he just lived ignorant to all of the struggles that those on the other side of town had to live with every day. He didn’t know Charlie at all, but he wished he could have. Dealing with so much, trying to balance everything, that must have been incredibly hard. The most Marco ever had to balance was his secret relationship with Danny and soccer practice, but Charlie (and probably so many others on the southside) seemed to be playing life or death every day of their lives.

It… was a lot for the young Brady man to digest, so he opted to remain quiet.

Was this helping Marco in any way? She hadn’t talked this much since… Well, since Charlie was alive. She hoped he didn’t mind her talking his ears off. All she could do was speak from the heart and hope that this helped. “Charlie was a dork. He’d get bagels constantly for me and him and never enter through the front door, always through my window. We grew up together, you know? I could look out my window and see him write. He’d look up and ask me: what are you reading today? He loved life, he really did. Had interests just like any kid, like Power Rangers, Cowboy Bebop, Ninja Turtles. One hell of a geek. And god, he wrote so beautifully…. he was talented, had his whole life ahead of him.”

There was a choke in her voice. Grabbing her coke she took a sip of it, her hands subtly shaking, “He just wanted to belong but once Allison died, I don’t think he was ever the same. And I couldn’t help him. He chose to feed the wrong wolf.” Penelope’s eyes watered when the memory of that morning at the gym slipped in her head. That moment when he looked at her before getting shot, before Beau pulled her in to cover her eyes. She saw him and he saw her. And then there was nothing. His spark, that light, that fire in his eyes went out. Her lips started trembling. “I couldn’t save him, Marco. All he wanted was to feel safe. And I wasn’t enough.” No longer holding her drink, Poppy covered her face and sobbed into her hands. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Marco.”

Marco didn’t know how to feel. He had asked to know about Charlie. He asked someone who he assumed knew him better than anyone else did. He wanted to know where Charlie started and how he ended up shooting Edenridge High on their first day of their senior year - but this? He didn’t expect any of this. He didn’t expect that Charlie was a lot like he was at a time. And maybe that was the hardest part for him to process.

During it all, Marco hadn’t touched his drink and wouldn’t when he saw Penolope start to sob in front of him. “Don’t apologize, Poppy…Please, it’s not your fault - none of it is.” Marco reached across the table for her wrist, lightly tugging at it as if to get her to look at him. “I..I don’t know if I was one of his intended victims, or if he even had any. If it was just bad place, bad timing or what, but I’m glad you told me about him. I always wondered if he really was the monster people claimed he was. What he did was terrible and maybe some people can’t forgive or forget, but…” His voice trailed into silence. His stomach felt tight as he thought about his words carefully, hoping Poppy could see his eyes as clear as she could. “But I think...I can start to move past it, Poppy. I think I’m ready to.”

“He was a monster,” Penelope bluntly corrected, letting Marco pull her hand down so he could see her wet face. “No matter how good he used to be, he still fed the wrong wolf. He might’ve not been born a monster, but he became one.” Grabbing Marco’s hand, Poppy squeezed it, gathering herself as her gaze drifted in a daze, stuck on that horrible day, “Intentionally, he killed someone we considered family. Mordechai’s little brother. Danny. To get back at his best friend who made his time downright miserable in the serpents. Intentionally he shot the leader of Midnight Society’s head off because Q came off as an elitist prick. Intentionally he told me to meet him in the gym because I believe he wanted to take me with him, thinking death was some sort of kindness to me.”

Releasing Marco’s hand, Poppy shook her head to brush that horrible day out of her mind, “There’s no point in justifying him. Who he was and who he became are two very different people, Marco. And I can’t tell you if you were just in his way or if you were one of his targets… but I can tell you that you and me, we deserve to live. What has happened shouldn’t define us, right?” Poppy’s words started sounding like she wasn’t only talking to Marco, but also to herself. Trying to convince herself that death was not the answer. “Right?”

Marco nodded, smiling at Poppy. He still couldn’t make sense about if he was an intended target or if Charlie just saw him as someone who was in his way, but she was right. Poppy was absolutely right. They both deserved to be happy and live in whatever way they could. It’s been so incredibly difficult for him to do that because there was such a heavy weight pushing him down, but ounce by ounce, Danny has been helping lighten the load. Now Poppy was doing the same.

“Right..you’re absolutely right!” He understood it wouldn’t be easy, but with the people in his life helping them, Marco was confident they could do it.

“Okay, enough mushy shit,” Poppy brought her eyes down to her wings. How long had they been sitting there? “We should eat…” she offered, in hopes they could levitate the conversation with something more lighthearted. Grabbing a wing, she nibbled at it before thoughtfully asking, “So, Marco… ‘side from Rock Lee, what else do you like? As far as I can tell, we’re so goddamn different but hey, maybe we can find a common interest, or something. I can tell you right here, right now, I don’t cook. If anything, I barely eat, but I’m getting there. Little by little, I’m trying. So mark that off your list of shared hobbies, ayeee.” She goofily gave him finger guns with her clean hand and now saucy finger tipped hand.

Once she was done, Poppy proceeded to clean her fingers with a napkin and nest her glass in her right hand. She forgot who told her but some northsider did mention Marco’s cooking way back when. Was it that jock boy that knew Francis’ locker combo? Danny Belmonte? He boasted a lot about things he liked. Sounds about right to be honest. She remembered junior year during a science lab project all Danny could do was talk about what his friend made for him for lunch and how excited he was to eat it. Her memory was shit though so she could be talking out of her ass for all she knew.

Chomping on a potato wedge, Marco almost choked when Poppy threw him a finger gun gesture, laughing as he immediately went for a sip of the radioactive-red mountain dew. There was a moment where he wondered how she knew that he cooked, but then Marco figured that she could have come across his socials. Made sense. He posted a lot back in high school, though not so much anymore. He’s been trying but it hasn’t seen much activity in a couple of years.

“Well, I game a lot. Not as much as I used to since I started working at the Godmother, but after injuring my leg, my abuelo pretty much got me a big gaming setup: a couple monitors, a projection screen for movies. Pretty much the dream. Also a big comic fan. Not just anime, but I like Marvel, DC, and a few Image and Boom Studios series’.” He took another sip of his Mountain Dew. “My favorite is anything Spider-Man and Flash related. Oh and I love anything by Garth Ennis and Michael Brandis.” Marco wasn’t sure if Poppy even knew who they were. “Any of that something you like to do?”

Wow. Marco had quite the set up in his bedroom. Penelope listened to Marco list his interests and it dawned on her she wasn’t a very interesting person. Her hobbies were limited and a lot of her life revolved around Charlie and around Max. Still does. It dawned on her after she lost Maxine, she was crippled, but after she lost Charlie, she no longer had purpose. He kept her busy even if it was her staying up all night worrying about him. He and Maxine expanded her reading palette since she fancied history and non-fiction. He would tell her there’s humanity in every story while Max would say that your longings are all universal, that literature shows you you’re not alone and that you belong. He shared his music with her, since most of her music was based on her mom playing between 80s music and 60s music while cleaning the house. Hell, if it wasn’t for Max, Poppy wouldn’t have discovered her style.

Poppy was always a wallflower who went unnoticed but the two people that did take the time to see her, and help her discover the things she loved… They both died. “I can’t say I’m well versed in any of that… I…” Poppy didn’t know how to answer this question. She could talk about Charlie all day, but she couldn’t even tell Marco what she liked? Was she so codependent on her dead friend that she didn’t really know herself? “…I love the people in my life, so a lot of my time has been spent… doing what they love,” Poppy hesitantly admitted. Everyone in her life. Charlie. Max. Jade. Decky. Little Danny. Her dad. Her mom. Everything she loved was because of them. “I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time thinking of anything.”

Marco shook his head, hands coming up to emphasize it. “No no, it’s okay! Really, I should be the one to apologize. I get so caught up in bragging about my hobbies that sometimes I forget to let the other person get a word in. Honestly, the only time I get like this is either at Swerve or when I’m feeling really comfortable.” Marco went to his dew, which was in the last quarter of it. His eyes kept going back and forth between his drink, his plate, and Poppy.

At the same time he did this, Marco thought about what she said. About how her interests were her friends' interests. He understood that feeling. Maybe not explicitly, but in spirit, he never had much of an identity past those he loved for the longest time. It really wasn’t until the time spent with his fellow geeks at Swerve and having those long conversations with Lolly while they gamed that Marco came to find that out.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Or a plasma grenade to the face (metaphorically speaking). “This might be a total shot in the dark, but maybe after we finish eating, you might want to go to Swerve Arcana with me? I don’t know if it’s your scene or if it might be an odd fit, but there’s a ton to do there. Arcade games or if you’re more into visual media, tons of comics, graphic novels, and manga! Or really it’s just a great place to wind down and relax!” Marco wasn’t sure if it was a shot in the dark or not, or if it was too much of a leap to assume that Poppy would like it, but he felt like he had to do something to help.

His offer brought a smile to her face. He wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to hang out with her. He found enough common ground to show her a place he enjoyed. He liked her. And not in the romantic kind of way either, but as someone who genuinely took interest in her. Someone who saw her. Just like Charlie. Just like Max.

When was the last time she had such an innocent exchange? When was the last time she talked to someone for exploration and not for healing? When was the last time she got herself out of her bubble, outside of her grief, to live life and just be? Excited at the prospect, Poppy unintentionally let out a chuckle, amused at the thought of how out of practice she was in this social game. It was humorous, really. “Yeah, sure. I’d like that. Oh, and Marco. I did think of something I’m good at. That I like.”

As he finished up his mountain dew and he looked down at his plate with a few wings remaining, he propped his head up, a curious expression on his face. “Oh really?” His voice came off as excited. “What is it? Tell me!” She had his full and undivided attention. If there was anything that she wanted to do, even if it was off into the future, Marco would love to try. He’s always up for new things (well now he is).

Without skipping a beat, Penelope answered, matter-of-factly, “I like shooting things.”

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"What a disaster," Athena muttered after Hati informed her of her new-appointed duties, as well as other troubling bits of information.

No, not a disaster. A disaster would be if those two death children, Zagreus and Macaria, Athena's cousins, didn't lay as still as the mortal dead did but somehow rose from their position in some crude prank only those belonging to the Realm of Death would be amused by. It would be in poor taste, but everyone who stood around -- at least those who weren't petrified in their place or felt unphased due to them not having any personal attachment -- would have eventually moved past the tasteless prank.

But that's not what happened. No, the Goddess of Wisdom understood what happened and that struck fear that only her father, when he was feeling it, was capable of. The kind of fear that might make a few of the deities present feel. It was the first time since when? Since the fall, perhaps, that even Athena felt as helpless as a mortal. She understood what this meant. If someone like those two, Zagreus and Macaria, could be slain like regular mortals, did that mean the rest of them could be?

Shrugging that moment of weakness off, she had a job to do. Athena would be the one to be appointed lead of solving this. Not that she necessarily disagreed with the choice. She wanted justice for those two who were slain. It was strange. Even though she wasn't the least bit close to her Uncle Hades nor necessarily close, the loss of life, especially if it was a meaningless loss of life, enraged her. And she was in the best position to get to the bottom of this mystery. She also had the deductive skills to help illuminate the mystery, even if just slightly.

Humming, Athena's gaze went up. "To the roof then," she muttered to herself.

Athena made quick work of the stairs and found herself on the roof. Ominous or not, there was an eerie chill up top. She looked down at the broken skylight and caught the glimpse of something of interest. A sword. It was an intriguing sword, the Goddess of Wisdom and Crafts (among other things) thought. "So this is the weapon."

In the years that passed, the centuries she has been in the realms of Mortals, there were few things that truly made her wary. Creations upon creations from divine weaponry to Greek armor and swords, Athena had knowledge of how weapons were crafted, knowledge of things that only two had: herself and Hephaestus. Hephaestus, who was the real brainchild behind most of the most infamous weapons that any of the Olympians had in their arsenal, but she had knowledge of them too. She consumed many tombs and textbooks that were from other religions and other pantheons. Eras past and present, but the Dáinsleif, this was one that had the least amount of information about it. Small snippets here and there, but nothing truly concrete.

But these runes.

"There's no doubt about it. Norse Runes." There was a sense of dread. Even holding the sword, Athena sensed the bloodlust. Or maybe it was that she sensed something quite dark. Was it because of the death children whose very essence was darkness or was it something else?

That aside, something else stood out to the Goddess of Wisdom. Its condition. "An old blade like this, as old as time itself, it appeared to be in perfect condition." She found that very intriguing for a lot of reasons and many of them remained unclear to her. Many things went through her head but one that persisted was why Zegreus and Macaria? Why kill them? And why this blade? It puzzled her beyond anything had before. Not even losing out to Aphrodite puzzled her more. "Enlightening, but the answers I seek aren't here--"

Athena heard something and her attention was immediately drawn to the steps she had just climbed up. "Whoever that is, you shouldn't be up here." She didn't know who followed her, but as the steps got louder and a form revealed themselves, she blinked at them, almost surprised. "Anteros? What are you doing up here?"

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Vivian Lucasta || Sunflower

🔅 Sunflower

The only thing that will make you happy is being with who you are

– Goldie Hahn

╟ August 1st (18) || German and French || Cisfemale || Spiritually Christian and Liberally Democratic || Bisexual || Single and always looking╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || ”Uh…hi! My name’s Vivian. Vivian Lucasta. Wait…do I have to say my full name? Probably a good idea.

Can I start over?

Vivian Diana Lucasta! This is gonna be my first year at the Academy, but uhm, my family has alumni status. All my older siblings: Dio, Dawn -- they both graduated with honors and I just wanted to keep up the family tradition. And I’m a wiz when it comes to tests. Honestly it’s one of my strengths. Father made sure of that, you know. I mean, he has been pretty adamant that I study-study…udy. So I know I did well enough to pass.”

|| Practical test || ”Erm…I’m not sure this is my specialty. My father, again he really wants me to join his alma mater, so he put me through some…intense tests. When my powers first developed, he hired some of the best, if not kinda scary, instructors. They worked with me day in and day out. It was hardly what I would call fun, let alone fair.” She sighs, lamenting at the memories of the horror she had to endure. ”But my powers did develop into something that, at the very least, he was proud of. Or happy. Or satisfied with. I don’t know which, but it’s still not my specialty. Offensive anything isn’t, but I think I can get by and do well enough…I hope. I have healing abilities, even if they still need work. I can control my solar energy intake to the point what I store can make me useful in battle, but I still need to work on my ability to actually fight. I never did get it down to a level that my father thinks it should be at…”

|| Written essay topic || Vivian squees in delight, feeling as bright and cheery as the first rays of the morning sun are. ”Oh yay! This was so much fun! Like really fun! Maybe just a tad embarrassing, but I wrote about my big sis Dawn. Full name Artemis Dawn Lucasta. She is a hero. Her hero name is, well, Dawn (but don't’ tell anyone I told you that!) Probably the best one who is from my family (sorry Dio I hope you can forgive me). She is a shining example of what it means to be a hero: she’s kind, powerful, so generous, and, if you can forgive my language, a total badass! Everyone in my family has abilities either light-based or solar-based, but Dawn is on a different level. The perfect example of what it means to be a Lucasta and a success in father’s eyes. She is the only one other than my little sister (who has shown signs of it) that can generate solar energy. I don’t know how she does it, but I just had to write about it and make it my focus!”

|| Video supplement ||
The camera flashes on. It’s an older camera, quality is rustic. It’s not like modern day cameras like you might see on Tik Tok and SuperGram, the Superhero-centric Instagram-replacement after Insta lost its place in the social media world. Not quite 90s but somewhere in the late 90s to early-2000s era of camera quality. Like the kinds that were used to film Bring It On and Legally Blonde. The setup itself is a multi-camera, multi-angel where it has the overall shot of a kitchen, decorated with vases of sunflowers spread throughout the counter space (mainly on the edge for the aesthetic). The kitchen itself is a mix of light yellows, whites, warm oranges, and a splash of pink to make everything pop.

And in the center, stands Vivian Lucasta, wearing a sundress with a white base and sunflowers spread throughout. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail and she smiles brightly at the camera. “Heyyy!” She waved excitedly at the camera, both hands rapidly going back and forth. “My name is VIvian! Some of you may know me as the second youngest daughter of the Lucasta Family. And I know, I know people think of all-powerful heroes when they think of the Lucasta family. And I know a lot of people think we do a lot, but I’m not going to talk about my family. I just want to talk about me and what I think I can bring to the table.” Vivian snaps the left thumb and her index and middle finger of that same hand. There is a transition and a tray of blueberry muffins appears arranged in a pyramid, all stacked perfectly. “One of my favorite snacks! Or really breakfast if you prefer it.”

Vivian picks up one of the muffins, undoing the wrapping and snapping the top part off. She reaches for a butterknife and smears some of the high quality butter on it. And as she takes a bite, she makes approving moaning sounds as she chews. “So heavenly! My favorite!” Suddenly an aura of gold surrounds her, responding to her genuine delight. “I love to bake anything and everything: muffins, cupcakes, scones -- anything that you can possibly add berry flavoring to, but I really love blueberry. And it might seem odd to you because of the obvious presence of gold, but it’s true! I just love blueberry so much! And hopefully, maybe one day, I can share my love for it with everyone!”

As Vivian jumps, there is a transition of her standing to her laying down on the countertop, the camera pointed down on her, closing in on her smile. “I want to spread my light and let everyone know the warmth of the sun!”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Freshman

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Superpower Manipulation - Solar Energy Manipulation, Solar Energy Absorption & Conversion, and Heliokinetic Combat

O C C U P A T I O N

Daylight Delecies - Though owned by the Lucasta family as part of their legacy status with Crystal Peak Academy, it is independently ran (as far as anyone is aware of). Vivian works there full time as a baker.

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Cypress Apartments || Bedroom | Home Theater Setup If Viv was honest and voiced her opinion, she would prefer not to be given special treatment, but the Lucasta family motto is you never say no to Pierre Lucasta.

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For the most part, Vivian Lucasta is one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet in your life. As bubbly as she is kind and selfless, if anyone in this world -- or at least in the Lucasta family -- illuminates any room she’s in by merely standing in it, it’s Vivian Diana. And it is not because she feels she is deserving of such high praise. Honestly, for all intents and purposes, Vivian is pretty clumsy and humble, at that. She’ll never accept compliments, but actions speak louder, right? As stated, she’s selfless but it’s also her dedication (when she’s not goddamn boy crazy) that makes her stand out. She is a person who surprisingly endures the hardships she’s had to face in her life. That should speak volumes.

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A B I L I T I E S

Disclaimer about the Lucasta Family Powers: Everyone in the Lucasta family is capable of incredible feats that extend anywhere from light manipulation to fire and manipulation of the sun (or the energy given off by the sun). Nobody in the family nor the family records that extend several decades before Pierre took over the reins as the family patriarch knows. All that is known for certain is that every member has always shown a talent for these specific powers and once in a solar flare, they all overlap.

Solar Energy Manipulation

Vivan can manipulate the overwhelming energy the sun gives off on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter the kind of energy it is whether magnetic, nuclear, the immense heat -- because where Vivian’s true strength (at least at of current) lies is not in being able to use those individual properties as they were absorbed but rather converting them into pure energy that has traces of their insatiable (and to a degree, toxic) form and become a source of golden energy with traces of heat (especially when used offensively)..

Solar Energy Absorption & Conversion

In a nutshell, when Vivian remains still and in the direct periphery of the glorious sun and her rays, she can store an unreasonable amount of its direct, potentially poisonous rays, and not only store it in her body for future use (especially when she needs to use it and it’s night time), but her body naturally converts it into pure energy for her to use in whatever way she needs to. It’s like an advanced form of photosynthesis with the added bonus of possibly being able to shoot blasts and beams and orbs of golden hues.

Heliokinetic Combat

As a disclaimer, it should be noted that Vivian isn’t a skilled offensive fighter. That’s something she never managed to finely tune. That being said, she can do the bare minimum that could make her an asset against lesser foes. She can apply her stored solar energy into various (capped at three types as of current day) forms of offense

• Solar Hand Blasts - Vivian's hands glow golden (could apply to both) and she shoots a continuous, albeit limited, volley of hand blasts at targets or a singular target. These blasts are usually shaped like orbs that explode upon contact with anything physical. The hand blasts, at her current level, when hit one-by-one may cause bruising/very minor burns.
• Solar Bolt - In the same way as with the hand blasts, Vivian’s hand become engulfed in a golden aura-like substance, but instead of a volley of hand blasts, straight lines of a stronger kind of blast attack. They usually have a one-way trajectory, which makes it ideal for singular targets and less so for group efforts. When hit directly, the solar bolts are capable of knocking the wind out of someone; otherwise there is potential for mild to moderate burnage.
• Concussion Solar Beam- By far Vivian’s most powerful offensive application of her abilities, Vivian is capable of firing off a condensed beam of solar energy that can leave whatever it hits out for a short while. She does this by holding her hands together. Typically when she uses her powers offensively, she wouldn’t have to focus her energy, but this specific application takes a lot out of her. She charges into either hand, focusing all of her energy from one hand into the other (in this case her left hand since that’s her dominant hand) and she unleashes a golden beam at any target (it has the potential to cover multiple targets if they’re close to each other)

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L I M I T A T I O N S

Though her feats with her powers are impressive, Vivian isn't without her limits. For one, though she can manipulate solar energy and absorb/convert its raw properties into pure solar energy that her body can safely use, she cannot generate it, which severely limits her ability to use it around the clock. It's why she has to store as much as she can and has to be smart about it (not always a case with Vivian). Natural occurrences may also hinder her ability to take in solar energy such as cloudy weather where the sun is partially or completely out of view, solar eclipses, specific points in the day where the sun is either too low to be at its full effectiveness or too high to be safely absorbed and converted.

Vivian's offensive capabilities are greatly hindered by her inability to maintain a violent or otherwise offensive mindset. It's odd that since her powers are greatly offensive and are made for an offensive combatant, yet she lacks the very thing that would maximize her potential using her powers. She also gets lost in her head, which could be potentially damaging to her health when using her abilities, especially when dealing with the sun and how one wrong move could send her to the hospital or worse. Just because she can manipulate the sun's energy doesn't mean she has complete immunity to the radiation and other damaging elements.

C O M B A T

Vivian's combat style is unrefined and not even a style. For the most part, her style is pretty basic in the way she uses her powers. Blasts and beams are the extents of her offensive capabilities, so there is much to improve on, especially with balancing that with endurance and reaction time.

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Dirty Blonde w/ lighter highlights| Somewhere between curly and straight | Mid-back in length, it is styled simply in ponytails, buns (even space buns on occasion).
• Eyes: Hazel green
• Height: 5’6”
• Body Type: Slightly hourglass-shaped with modest features
• Clothing Style: Boho-chic | Jeans, shorts of both denim and more cotton-based materials, sundresses for summer and spring seasons. Lots of neutral colors and summer colors like light orange, yellow and neutral colors such as beige, white, and black. She has tons of accessories such as bead bracelets, light scarfs with floral patterns for those chilly days, hats ranging from knit caps to berets. Winter season typically has Vivian donning jeans, long-sleeve shirts, heavier scarves, and knit caps. || Vivian Style
• Makeup Wise: Minimal applications but with colorful eyeshadow shades to compliment her blonde locks and hazel green eyes, flesh tones for lipstick (Vivian isn’t flashy about makeup).
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Vivian just has her earlobes pierced. She doesn’t have many scars worth mentioning -- just some lasting bruising that never healed due to her father’s extensive training. Vivian has one tattoo of a set of stars patterned like glitter on her right inner wrist, colored various shades of yellow and white.

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

Costume Concept

Though a freshman and just starting out, Vivian has ideas for her supe costume and has a very rough, baseline costume. It's completely homemade -- or at least commissioned through ametuer means. A sundress that is yellow in color and has light orange and pink floral designs that comes to a stop at her mid-thigh and a white cloak that in its current form attaches to the dress and hovers over her face.

Updates desired: Eventually, Vivian sees herself having a full white cloak that covers her entire body, locking on and around her dress, draping over her body. Special material would be commissioned so that it would actually cling to her form and release when needed/required. There would be an emblem of a sun surrounded by flower pedals of the same design and shades of light orange and pink around it on the back of the cloak. The sun emblem would a golden sun that's radiant and beautiful but also envokes a powerful symbol of hope.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Bubbly ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to negative opinions about her ☼ Insecure ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged

F E A R S

Never being good enough. Vivian, despite her cheery disposition, has a very low self esteem and overall view of her own self-worth. As a result of her father’s harsh training and even harsher expectations of her to be great (like Dio and Dawn), she always had a feeling of insignificance. The alma mater of all of her family from parents to their siblings and her own attended is now going to be own and that alone is absolutely terrifying. What if she’s not good enough? What if she doesn’t prove herself to her father and the rest of her family? What if she’s not good enough?

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Lucien Pierre Lucasta || 65 || Father || Retired Pro Hero; Current CEO of the Lucasta Organization || Face Claim: Stellan Skarsgard
Hero Name: Morning Star
Powers: Photokinesis, Light Aura, Photonization, Light Body (no longer accessible) -- Pierre is capable of many feats with his light-based powers. In his prime, he was a wreckingball who was a formidable foe. He could mainipulate light, generate it, create powerful explosions, and he had incredible endurance with his powers. Nowadays, though he can still fight using them, certain abilities withered with his chronological age.
Hanna Estelle Lucasta (nee. Sonnen) || 63 || Mother || Retired Pro Hero || Face Claim: Jessica Lange
Hero Name: Sun Maiden
Power: Solar Generation & manipulation; Solar Physiology -- Not only can Hanna generate and manipulate her own solar energy, but because of her prolonged use of her powers and constant exposure to the sun, she can assume a sort of ascended form where she becomes one with the sun. This form, in recent years, is nothing of its former glory.
Apollo Dion “Dio” Sonnet (born Lucasta but has since changed his name)|| 36 || Older Brother || Magician|| Face Claim: Max Riemelt
Hero Name/Alias: The Amazing Dio
Superpower: Illumination - when in a room with either natural light or artificial light such as LCD bulbs or screens, Dio can absorb it to make it dark or intensify it to make it brighter. He is masterfully skilled with it and uses it to his benefit as a magician.
Artemis Dawn “Dawn” Lucasta || 32 || Older Sister || Pro Hero - #5 of the Super 8 || Face Claim: Margot Robbie
Hero Name: Dawnstar
Power(s): Solar Generation & Manipulation || Solar Physiology - Dawnstar can generate her own source of solar radiation, forming it into waves of intense heat and other offensive means. Like her mother, she can assume an ascended form in which her body takes on the form, properties, and palette of the sun itself. It only lasts for a limited amount of time but it makes her a total powerhouse.
Cassopeia Star “Sia” Lucasta || 15 || Younger Sister || High School Student || Codename: N/A || Face Claim: Elle Fanning
Lucien Pierre “Luke” Lucasta Jr || 15 || Younger Brother & younger twin of Sia || High School Student || Codename: N/A || Face Claim: Ross Lynch
Powers (SIa): TBD
Powers (Luke): TBD

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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Childhood best friends? Exes? Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Partner? Put anyone that is noteworthy to your character here.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Everyone and their mother would know the name "Lucasta". It has become a household name at this point. For five decades, ever since Lucien Pierre Lucasta, also known as Morningstar in his heroing days, the Lucasta family has not only been in the spotlight of being pro heroes, but they have been at the (or close to it) top of the food chain. Whether for glory, fame, or wealth (and in some cases, all three), The Lucastas have cemented their legacy as a family of heroes. Even Pierre's five siblings and their families have amounted to the same trio of success as Pierre, who now serves as the head of the ever-expansive hero family, Lucasta.

The Lucasta's origins could be traced back to before the first recorded super was discovered. They originate from Spain and France while the Sonnens, Hanna's family, came from Germany. For the two families to come together, they both lived in upstate New York, not knowing that Pierre and Hanna would meet and create literal magic.

The legacy that the middle child, Vivian Diana, would soon have to live up to all started at Crystal Peak Academy. Her parents, Pierre, and Hanna Estelle Sonnen (now Lucasta) both attended that prestigious academy. It was there they fell in love. Pierre was said to be powerful and righteous and Hanna, while as gentle as the first rays of a sunrise, she was confident, sure of herself, and when Pierre got too much, it was said she blasted him with the full force of the sun. Of course, only they know but Vivian grew up on stories that her mother would squeeze in between her extensive training lessons. At some point, she wondered where that Pierre Lucasta was.

Not long after graduating and becoming pro heroes in their own right, at one point, they did both hold spots within the Super 8, but like all good things, it came to an end. During those days, the two of them were a team. Sunlight is what they called them. Sunlight because while Pierre held the absence of darkness in his hands, burning with a fire within that was matched by his arrogance, Hanna held the power of the literal sun in her hands, thus sunlight was born. When they both retired, which wasn't at an old age. They were both still in their prime, but something in Pierre changed. When he had children, he became more interested in the development of his legacy than protecting the city of New York. Hanna loved him, so she never doubted it.

Between their two families, which came from old money dating back from centuries ago, they amassed an incredible fortune. A fortune that would be used to further Pierre's personal mission to make the world know that the Lucasta family wasn't any less than the Cashmores or Cypress'. So he carved a name for himself, for the name of Lucasta. First came the first two children. So vain and arrogant, Pierre named them after greek gods. His oldest and easily his first disappointment, Apollo Dion. To Pierre's shock, his firstborn son showed very little evidence that he was going to be as great a hero as he was. He had powers, but it was simple parlor tricks as far as Pierre was concerned. He had the power of illumination, being able to make a room darker or brighter depending on his desire. Even though Dio had other skills, Pierre didn't pay him any attention, not like he did his second child and quite possibly the brightest star of the family. Artemis Dawn had her mother's central power but her father's drive. From combat lessons to languages to very extensive, bordering on abusive, physical and superpower training, he did what he tried to do with Dio: he pushed his first-born daughter to her limit and pushed that.

And you know what? She rose to every occasion. Hanna tried to keep him in line. Tried to appeal to the man she knew and loved, but that taste of success pushed Pierre further into his insanity. She became his shining star. Dawn graduated with honors from everything: Crystal Peak Academy, the heroes she interned with, and even when she went on into her own. Everything she did was spectacular. She was a literal star.

And Vivian felt the brilliance of her sister cast a huge shadow over her.

Vivian Diana Lucasta. She is the middle child. She was born in upstate New York (where all the Lucastas were born). Her name comes from two sources: Latin/Roman origin and means lively and her middle name, Diana, comes from Roman origin. The Roman Goddess and Roman equivalent of Artemis, which happens to be Dawn’s first name. Such a powerful name. One that breathes such life, yet when she turned ten, the age all of her siblings found themselves under the intense microscope of Pierre Lucasta, was when Vivian was never the same again.

His goal was to recreate his success with Vivian as he had with Dawn. Vivian, at the time, just wanted to make her father proud of her, because she had never known that. As sad as it is to say, that’s just something she never got. Her mother always made excuses, saying he was a driven man and she always tried to build Vivian’s image of her father by talking about how he was when he was a hero. Or even when she met him, yet none of that made any difference. Year after year, he trained her. Not only physically and in combat, but pushed her to learn languages, to test the limits of her powers.

Right, her powers were a late development. Her powers didn’t surface until she was fourteen, which was three years later than Dawn’s powers surfaced. So at that point, she was at a great disadvantage in her father’s eyes. Another thing was that her powers were nothing compared Dawn’s. Just another disappointment in her father’s eyes and this enraged him. Vivian never seen him train her so viciously. Late nights and early mornings, she was up training mind, power, and body. Over and over again. On continuous repeat to the point that she was seventeen and, in his eyes, Pierre was seeing what he wanted to see when she was eleven years old.

Meanwhile, Vivian was so tormented yet still wanted to make him proud of her. She still wanted to make him proud of her. So much so that she applied for his alma mater. She did everything he wanted of her. And when she got accepted, even though she wouldn’t be anywhere near him, she still heard his voice in her head, telling her to do great, to not ruin his reputation. And in the back of her mind, Vivian worried for her younger siblings, Sia and Luke. As far as she knew, their powers hadn’t manifested yet and they were just a year older than she was when hers did. Without her there to take the full brunt of his attention, part of her worried for them…

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Lili Reinhart || #daa520/Goldenrod
🔅 Vivian bakes. Any reason she can have to bake, she will. Whether it’s for fun, fundraisers, to distract herself, to decompress, she will bake.

She bakes almost anything she can, but what she really enjoys making are blueberry muffins, or really anything blueberry-related. She loves blueberries.

🔅 Music makes her happy. Like really happy. When she’s down or feeling like the world is ending, all Vivian has to do is pop on some indie folk and she feels better!
🔅 Vivian loves taking long walks, especially if it’s with her light, Hope. Also if it’s with someone cute. Definitely better with someone cute.
🔅 Defined jawlines are the cutest!

What shows/movies are you watching?

Ms Marvel was dope. 10/10 ending

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Sorry for a sort of lack of presence lately. A lot of things came up for me at once: last week and the week prior, i had covid, then a bit of a depressive spell, so just been trying to land on my feet and clear up the things that I've had to do in a short amount of time. It's no excuse for my lack of communication, but I'll definitely be more present going forward.

I'm gonna try and get caught up on the posts as soon as I can (aiming for an end-of-week goal) and hopefully, I can get a post up sometime during the weekend!

Again sorry I never said anything (bad habit of mine).

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Poseidon || Earth-Shaker

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛
_{𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓
𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓}

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^{In the past when Poseidon ruled the sea and shook the earth, he knew all that traveled within his domain: the sea spoke to him in ways only deities with equal control could fathom. The animals, the organisms -- he knew what they felt and could speak directly to them. From Great Whites to clown fish to the algae to the dead corals in the reefs of Australia, Poseidon could feel all their love and pain. But this is no longer the case and where in fact he cannot hear all the whispers and musings of those that he once held dear to him, Poseidon can still feel the emotions carried through waves. It is not as far reaching, but anytime he is in water, within a three mile radius, he is able to hear and feel the cries and laughter of the sea. Creatures that have murder on their mind whether out of survival or being the alpha of the sea. In turn, this turned a once greedy, vengeful god into a more empathetic one with such a connection to the oceans that it fuels his potency for love, as well.}

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Even with Ampradite by his side, their many children, and a one-time affair and eventual budding friendship with Aphrodite afte rhe was the singular god to not make a joke out of her relationship with Ares, the God of War. But even that, as fortunate as he was to have Aphrodite in his bed or even when he took out his boredom and momentary ire for his son, Polyphemus's, injury. A case of Poseidon's petty, vindictive anger. Nothing that came to his attention brought him any fulfillment nor a sense of purpose beyond his domain and his underwater kingdom. At least that was the case until he sat upon his underwater throne, his wife by his side after forgiving him for his transgressions with the Greek Goddess of love, and heard the most omnious, wonderful sound. It was an intriguing voice, something he had not heard in all of his time of existing. Chaotic and distruptive, yet beautiful beyond any words a poet or scholar could produce. It was the voice of something that sounded so lonely, so eager for companionship. Poseidon, the God of the SEa, someone who could understand any and all aquatic lifeforms of any make from any distance, he must admit that it was difficult to understand this voice he heard in his head. It was not only difficult from an understanding perspective, but the language was not something he had studied extensively. But through the power of concentration, he eventually understood. The voice in his head that he heard was Jormungandr, a powerful serpent from the Norse Pantheon. The World-Snake, as it had been dubbed in many texts. And in this realization, Poseidon had finally found a purpose. It was singular and not something that he could properly explain, but perhaps in what felt like that missing piece in his existance, Poseidon enjoyed his conversations with the World-Snake. A creature whom he could call his friend, no matter the barriers that separated them. ██████████████████████ 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 Ψ One-hundred-fifty years ago. Just a century and a half and Poseidon, the great ruler of the sea, former King of Atlantis, second only to his brother, Zeus and one above his other brother, Hades, woke up from a chamber (or was it more like a pod)? Poseidon didn't know and still to the current day, he hasn't made much sense of it. He didn't know how he ended up in that pod. His memory was fuzzy in the beginning. All he knew for certain was that he was asleep for a long time, long enough to find that many other pods within...wherever he was , some have been opened and some remained closed. When he first left, Poseidon knew not what happened to him nor how he came to be in Athens. The irony of that moment was visibly irate that Poseidon grew the more he wondered the very town of Greece that he himself once fought, ruled, and looked after. Fought with Athena for its name sake but ruled in the shadows with her, but he had always held a personal attachment to it. So to see it suffer, to see it be in such a withered state, it angered Poseidon. He felt the rage of his former glory consume him but lacked the divinity to be able to do anyhting about it. What would do? In the past, wen Poseidon was angry, he let his fury out on those who were at sea. When his own son was injured, he took all of his wrath out on Odysseus, keeping him and his men out at sea for years. Yet as Poseidon realized he was no longer of the same power he once held at his fingertips. And it took him years to accept it. For that first decade, he lingered in Athens, lived among the people. Sadness and anger consumed him. Spending those years on the streets, Poseidon let it linger, let the negative thoughts and feelings fester until he started to grow tired of wallowing in this new dispair. Eventually he started to make use of this new normal. Over the next century, Poseidon started to leave a mark little by little on the world, or at least within the Mediterranean. From Greece to Italy to Morroco to even Israel, he tried to live a life. He was a sailor for a bit and a fisherman. His travels led him down the realization that, at some point, the mortals forgot to treasure the seas. CLimate change, something Poseidon was not made aware of for quite some time, had started to become something of a problem. As the Greek God of the Sea, no matter how much time had passed, Poseidon made it his mission to help where he could. In the beginning, he became a politician. Under the name Atlas Leventis, he worked towards environmental efforts, earning capital where he needed it, but politics felt too much like Mount Olympus and a familiar melancholy tok hold of him. About ten years ago, with a wealth that surpassed the hundred millions, Atlas Leventis (to the known world it was the third), he fell into a simpler life. Professor Atlas Leventis. Those who can't do, teach. And that's what he's been doing. All over the world in the best colleges, and universities, and even doing a stint at Nobel Peace Conferences. Poseidon has been doing it all. Some years he had missed the festivals in which all the gods gather to consume the Apple of the Great Tree. This may have cost him some years, but what he's been doing was more important to him. And maybe, somewhere deep inside, he longed to find his old friend, Jormungandr again. Somewhere. For now, he does what he can to raise awareness to climate change. ██████████████████████ 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 Ψ It might seem like a silly thing, but Poseidon just wants to be happy. He wants to be a good brother to Hades and Zeus. Hades, specifically, Poseidon has something of delayed guilt for how Zeus treated him. For how Poseidon treated him. But the most notable thing that Poseidon is ambitious about is to be better than he was before the fall. In whatever way that is possible, he just wants to be less vengeful, less greedy, and less petty than he was before he lost his divinity. f є α я ѕ Ψ Depsite all of the progress that the God of the Sea has made within himself in terms of his anger and selfishness, there's a part of his old self that remains. The part that sent Odysseus on a never-ending journey in the sea because of what he did to his son. The part that hated to lose. Poseidon fears, one day, the Earth-Shaker will return again. Like the sea he once commanded, no matter how calm, there is always a storm brewing somewhere.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Poseidon || Earth-Shaker

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛
_{𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓
𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓}

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	Mark Ruffalo | #2e8b57 ████████████████████████ 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 Ennosigaios (“earth-shaker”) Kyanochaitēs (“dark-haired”) Pelagios (“belonging to the sea”) King of Atlantis 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 God of the Sea, Sailors, Horses, and Earthquakes 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 Greek Pantheon Ψ

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𝔦 𝔫 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔥 𝔢 𝔞 𝔯 𝔱 𝔬 𝔣 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔰 𝔢 𝔞

^{In the past when Poseidon ruled the sea and shook the earth, he knew all that traveled within his domain: the sea spoke to him in ways only deities with equal control could fathom. The animals, the organisms -- he knew what they felt and could speak directly to them. From Great Whites to clown fish to the algae to the dead corals in the reefs of Australia, Poseidon could feel all their love and pain. But this is no longer the case and where in fact he cannot hear all the whispers and musings of those that he once held dear to him, Poseidon can still feel the emotions carried through waves. It is not as far reaching, but anytime he is in water, within a three mile radius, he is able to hear and feel the cries and laughter of the sea. Creatures that have murder on their mind whether out of survival or being the alpha of the sea. In turn, this turned a once greedy, vengeful god into a more empathetic one with such a connection to the oceans that it fuels his potency for love, as well.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 Ψ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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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 Dr. Atlas Leventis 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 45-50 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 Bisexual || He/Him/His ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Former || Current || Net worth: 500M Poseidon's Waterfront Home || Poseidon's 2020 Deep Blue Tesla Model S || His yacht, the S.S. Atlantis

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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 Ψ Poseidon, Earth-Shaker. Poseidon, God of the Sea. Poseidon... Eons ago, Poseidon was a different god. Whether it was the place he had within the Greek Pantheon of being second only to Zeus himself (third if you considered Hera the second), he enjoyed the power he held over the sea and many others up top of Mount Olympus. He was a greedy, vile, though sometimes forgiving god who often took sebaticals from his place among the Olympians. At some point, this god of the sea had his own kingdom -- the Kingdom of Atlantis where he didn't have to answer to nobody. Not his brothers. Not the Queen of Olympus. Nobody! In Atlantis, Poseidon was free to do what he wished to but it became boring. Unfulfillng. Even with Ampradite by his side, their many children, and a one-time affair and eventual budding friendship with Aphrodite afte rhe was the singular god to not make a joke out of her relationship with Ares, the God of War. But even that, as fortunate as he was to have Aphrodite in his bed or even when he took out his boredom and momentary ire for his son, Polyphemus's, injury. A case of Poseidon's petty, vindictive anger. Nothing that came to his attention brought him any fulfillment nor a sense of purpose beyond his domain and his underwater kingdom. At least that was the case until he sat upon his underwater throne, his wife by his side after forgiving him for his transgressions with the Greek Goddess of love, and heard the most omnious, wonderful sound. It was an intriguing voice, something he had not heard in all of his time of existing. Chaotic and distruptive, yet beautiful beyond any words a poet or scholar could produce. It was the voice of something that sounded so lonely, so eager for companionship. Poseidon, the God of the SEa, someone who could understand any and all aquatic lifeforms of any make from any distance, he must admit that it was difficult to understand this voice he heard in his head. It was not only difficult from an understanding perspective, but the language was not something he had studied extensively. But through the power of concentration, he eventually understood. The voice in his head that he heard was Jormungandr, a powerful serpent from the Norse Pantheon. The World-Snake, as it had been dubbed in many texts. And in this realization, Poseidon had finally found a purpose. It was singular and not something that he could properly explain, but perhaps in what felt like that missing piece in his existance, Poseidon enjoyed his conversations with the World-Snake. A creature whom he could call his friend, no matter the barriers that separated them. ██████████████████████ 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 Ψ One-hundred-fifty years ago. Just a century and a half and Poseidon, the great ruler of the sea, former King of Atlantis, second only to his brother, Zeus and one above his other brother, Hades, woke up from a chamber (or was it more like a pod)? Poseidon didn't know and still to the current day, he hasn't made much sense of it. He didn't know how he ended up in that pod. His memory was fuzzy in the beginning. All he knew for certain was that he was asleep for a long time, long enough to find that many other pods within...wherever he was , some have been opened and some remained closed. When he first left, Poseidon knew not what happened to him nor how he came to be in Athens. The irony of that moment was visibly irate that Poseidon grew the more he wondered the very town of Greece that he himself once fought, ruled, and looked after. Fought with Athena for its name sake but ruled in the shadows with her, but he had always held a personal attachment to it. So to see it suffer, to see it be in such a withered state, it angered Poseidon. He felt the rage of his former glory consume him but lacked the divinity to be able to do anyhting about it. What would do? In the past, wen Poseidon was angry, he let his fury out on those who were at sea. When his own son was injured, he took all of his wrath out on Odysseus, keeping him and his men out at sea for years. Yet as Poseidon realized he was no longer of the same power he once held at his fingertips. And it took him years to accept it. For that first decade, he lingered in Athens, lived among the people. Sadness and anger consumed him. Spending those years on the streets, Poseidon let it linger, let the negative thoughts and feelings fester until he started to grow tired of wallowing in this new dispair. Eventually he started to make use of this new normal. Over the next century, Poseidon started to leave a mark little by little on the world, or at least within the Mediterranean. From Greece to Italy to Morroco to even Israel, he tried to live a life. He was a sailor for a bit and a fisherman. His travels led him down the realization that, at some point, the mortals forgot to treasure the seas. CLimate change, something Poseidon was not made aware of for quite some time, had started to become something of a problem. As the Greek God of the Sea, no matter how much time had passed, Poseidon made it his mission to help where he could. In the beginning, he became a politician. Under the name Atlas Leventis, he worked towards environmental efforts, earning capital where he needed it, but politics felt too much like Mount Olympus and a familiar melancholy tok hold of him. About ten years ago, with a wealth that surpassed the hundred millions, Atlas Leventis (to the known world it was the third), he fell into a simpler life. Professor Atlas Leventis. Those who can't do, teach. And that's what he's been doing. All over the world in the best colleges, and universities, and even doing a stint at Nobel Peace Conferences. Poseidon has been doing it all. Some years he had missed the festivals in which all the gods gather to consume the Apple of the Great Tree. This may have cost him some years, but what he's been doing was more important to him. And maybe, somewhere deep inside, he longed to find his old friend, Jormungandr again. Somewhere. For now, he does what he can to raise awareness to climate change. ██████████████████████ 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 Ψ It might seem like a silly thing, but Poseidon just wants to be happy. He wants to be a good brother to Poseidon and Zeus. Hades, specifically, Poseidon has something of delayed guilt for how Zeus treated him. For how Poseidon treated him. But the most notable thing that Poseidon is ambitious about is to be better than he was before the fall. In whatever way that is possible, he just wants to be less vengeful, less greedy, and less petty than he was before he lost his divinity. f є α я ѕ Ψ Depsite all of the progress that the God of the Sea has made within himself in terms of his anger and selfishness, there's a part of his old self that remains. The part that sent Odysseus on a never-ending journey in the sea because of what he did to his son. The part that hated to lose. Poseidon fears, one day, the Earth-Shaker will return again. Like the sea he once commanded, no matter how calm, there is always a storm brewing somewhere.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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_{location: olympic club
interactions: Melinoë | Phobos | Hercules
mentions: Apollo}

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Princess of the Underworld. Maiden of Madness. Bringer of Nightmares. Melinoë was all these and more so this little game of theirs should be in the bag. It should be simple to score a win. She was going up against Phobos afterall. _{’He couldn’t scare his way out of a school house full of children…} her internally bashing of the object of her desire just moments ago came to a halt as she bumped into her first mortal prey.

It was too easy to get inside their head, especially as the poor boy couldn’t help but try to look anywhere but her. It proved difficult on his end. A light caress of her hand across his chest, resting on his shoulder, a whispered word or two in his ear and she was staring up at him, his tray of drinks plucked from his slipping grasp. Before long they would have wound up on the ground and she couldn’t let the booze go to waste. One thing Hera got right was not skimping out on the quality of libations.

His nametag read “Austin” and she thought it was a fitting name for someone like him, lanky and tall, but not unfit. His long face only grew longer as the moments ticked on and his body caught up with his mind. Melinoë didn’t doubt that it was something utterly delicious that he dreaded, that he feared. One thing she wished she still had domain over was what the mortals would see when she came gliding through the night to pay visits. It would truly make her life on earth that much more enjoyable.

Instead she stood there, glass in one hand, tray in the other, waiting for the inevitable drop that would soon come. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long before his face contorted in such a way that she was guaranteed a scream soon and she was correct. Placing a hand to his mouth to prevent himself from spewing projectile at a patron he scrambled to get around the corner and to the nearest lavatory. His muffled screams alerted anyone in the immediate area to come to his rescue and check on him. For now Melinoë just walked on by, catching Phobos eye from across the room, mouthing, “One for me~” as she searched for the next victim.

“You’re a hard person to track down!” Hercules exclaimed walking towards the Ghost Goddess, a bright, typical Herc-like grin on his face. The kind that spelled cheer for all on the receiving end of it. Hercules was historically bad when it came to reading the room and that’s exactly what he didn’t do. He was solely focused on his new possible, very likely new roomie that everything else that was going on wasn’t a priority. “We need to talk and stuff!” Herc went to grab for Mel’s hand.

Jaw clenched, fear glared back at madness. He couldn't help it. She both infuriated and thrilled him at the same time, but regardless, he was not willing to suffer the fate of losing to her. Phobos braced himself as his gaze was briefly diverted by the sight of Hercules approaching Mel, inwardly rolling his eyes. Of course… Rolling his shoulders, his sharp blue gaze darted away from the pair to the mortals scattered about the room. It would be easier to target those who were already feeling uncomfortable and it wasn't long before he felt the gentle lapping of fear drawing him in. Turning, he smiled softly at a prim looking woman holding a clipboard stuffed full of papers. Perhaps involved in the organization of this overly extravagant luncheon? It was no wonder she was on edge, his grandmother did not like mistakes. Strolling over towards her, he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, directing her to a collection of cushioned chairs to their right.

"Sit." He commanded before taking a seat beside her. The woman seemed unsure but did as she was told, hands already visibly shaking as fear began to strip away her autonomy. Leaning towards her, forearms resting lazily atop his legs, he turned back to matters at hand, directing his annoyance at his fellow gods towards the mortal instead.

"You're going to fail." Though he spoke conversationally and the words themselves were trifling, Phobos twisted at the primitive fear deep inside of her, pulling it to the surface, leaving no room for other more inconsequential emotions. "Ms. Montgomery does loathe ineptitude." Phobos voice was low whilst he spoke, akin to one whispering to a lover. "I would..." Noting the tears that were falling across her cheeks, smearing clumps of mascara over her skin, he stopped. Too easy. Inwardly he sighed, trying to ignore the small part of him that felt some guilt for hurting this mortal. For causing pain when she had done nothing wrong. It was subtle if observed by anyone else in the room but he knew inside, she was anything but okay.

And just like that Melinoë was yanked away, dragged at the mercy and strength of Hercules. To be fair she didn't believe his intentions to be malicious in any way, it was Herc for crying out loud, but it did take her by surprise. Especially since she wasn't expecting him to show up out of nowhere.

Digging her heels into the ground as much as she could in order to slow him down she pulled his attention back to the present, "Herc. Stop, slow down," It would take a brick wall to stop him, "What did you need to see me about? I'm in the middle of something–," Eyes flicking between the back of Herc's head and Phobos sitting alone with a woman. A mortal, but a woman nonetheless.

With a dramatic sigh that would make Dio proud, Hercules let it drag out for a few seconds as he met Mel at her eyes. “Do you not rememberrr!? You texted me. You want to live at Acropolis, don’t you!?” Could have Herc waited until she was done? Yeah, maybe. Maybe he could exercise a little patience, but why wait? He was here and she was also here. No time like the present!

Her face fell as she snapped her attention to the utter man-child before her. That's right, she was kicked out of her place this morning, how could she have forgotten so easily? With a sigh of her own, that resembled more of a groan, she rubbed her face with her free hand. "I do remember, thanks. Yeah, got the notice this morning, need to find a place to stay and where better than with you? You've got the space still, right?" She wondered if this arrangement was going to come back and bite her in the ass, though with his high energy completely encompassing her she wasn't able to dwell on the thought for too long.

Hercules was as excited as he was impatient, so he nodded rather eagerly when Mel asked about the space. “Well obviously! One room to be exact! The one room to rule them all!” Truth be told, Herc couldn't remember where he heard that saying from but it was growing on him. “It’s yours if you want it. Or have you made other arrangements since…an hour ago?” He asked, blinking curiously at Ghost Girl. It would royally suck if she did because then he would have to look for someone else to help make rent.

Truthfully, Mel hadn't given any arrangement much thought. Too preoccupied with getting swept away by Sunshine and then Fearsome. Important thoughts flooded her mind and it wasn't anything to do with lodgings. It wouldn't be terrible to live at the Acropolis. Sure there were going to be ragers constantly, and the occasional breaking of property… the more she pictured it the more Melinoë had her reserves. "Who else lives with you there," her questioning was cautious, as if treading on shards of broken glass.

Since her run in with the golden boy madness hadn't spotted her opponent in this little game of theirs and she wondered what he was doing. How he was doing. Was he beating her? No. No way.

Herc let out a curious humming noise, taking a moment to think. “Well, of course there’s me. And Apollo, too. Dio crashes from time to time whenever he’s in town, so one of the rooms is pretty much reserved for him. Other than that, we don’t have anyone else really. There’s a revolving door of people who just crash on the couch but not, like, permanent residency like me and my boy have.”

At the mention of sharing a living space with Apollo, Melinoë's blood ran cold but her body flushed with fire. Had it really been so long since they were in each other's company, in more than passing, that the mere thought sent her nerves haywire? _'Pathetic,' she thought of herself. _{'He left you. Abandoned you. And for what?'} No reasoning as far as she could remember.

Perhaps staying so close to him wasn't the best of ideas. No telling what kind of irreparable damage could be done if the wrong words were passed between them. Her body language must have spoken volumes for even Hercules had been examining her a bit more closely than he was before. To see him quiet in thought was a terrifying sight indeed. He was unpredictable and Melinoë supposes that's why she didn't mind his high energy at times. There was always something a little bit more when it came to him.

"Not so sure your boy would enjoy my presence at the acropolis 24/7…" she mused aloud, finishing off the last of the flutes from the tray she swiped from Austin. Did Hercules know of her dalliances with his friend from long ago?

"Given up already?" Phobos smiled coldly at the pair as he suddenly interrupted their clearly private conversation, arms crossed sullenly across his chest. He'd had to prise himself away from the last mortal, who'd begun clinging onto him after she'd hysterically started weeping. And now it appeared that Melinoë had never actually intended to take part in this competition of hers. "It's okay." He waved a hand dismissively, "I understand that you'd be nervous about losing."

She had to crane her neck to be able to look back and up at his sour face. An equal look of her own plastered across her face no doubt. "I didn't give up, I was interrupted with some important, personal business," Melinoë didn't know why she felt the need to argue with him, just that that was how it's always been between the two of them. Muttering on about how she was only at one mortal to his probable more. It was embarrassing. Her own game and she wasn't even participating anymore, though not by choice. A pout formed in her lips because of it, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance.

"Yes it did look very cozy over here..." Phobos muttered as he looked down at her, eyes flitting to the hero god for a brief second. "Oh don't sulk Mel." He smirked, pleased that she appeared to be lagging behind...and put out by it. It was a rookie mistake to be so easily distracted. Yet something in him was swayed by that pout and, despite knowing it would be extremely fun to gloat, he couldn't bring himself to. "I really don't have that many yet anyway." Phobos lied, casually shrugging his shoulders.

At this she perked up just a bit, a look of confusion crossing her features more so than glee. Was his heart not in it? It was a stupid game after all and Phobos wasn't known to partake in games joyfully. "Cozy isn't the word I would use," Melinoë instead turned her mind back to the object at hand, "He's just helping me find a new place to live," She explained the situation as briefly as possible not needing everyone to know her business of potentially becoming homeless. Maybe it was because she knew Phobos, or maybe it was because she was expecting of him that she divulged that information to him. If she were to be honest with herself she didn't think she could live and conduct her business comfortably within the confines of the Acropolis. But what other options did she have?

"You don't have anywhere to live?" Phobos frowned, unable to mask the edge of concern that creeped into his voice. "Well...you'd better not screw her over." His eyes narrowed as he finally acknowledged Herc, wondering what the golden boy had promised her. "She's whiny when things don't go her way." He quickly added, cursing whatever part of him was unable to shut the fuck up.

"Hey!" Her pout deepened as a blush dusted her cheeks.

Hercules had remained silent during the whole time Mel and Phobos were talking, his eyes darting side to side, looking between both of them. If he was being honest, he didn’t quite understand what they were talking about. Something about a game? It all fell on deaf ears. Then when Phobos had turned his attention on him, Herc perked up, shaking his head. “No I promise I’m not screwing her about anything! I put it out there we had an extra room and she texted me about it. Didn’t know it at the time it was Mel but I said we’d talk about it and here we are.” It wasn’t that Hercules was necessarily fearful of Phobos, but he was acting very aggressive towards the Divine Protector, so he had this natural instinct of slight anxiety.

Looking solely at Mel now, his smile half-shrinked into a frown. “I’m not sure what happened between you and Apollo, but Acropolis is pretty big! Like not to brag or anything, but we did pretty well for ourselves. It’s huge and spacious enough that, yeah you’ll technically be roomies but y’all don’t have to see each other if you don’t want to.” Hercules understood how that sounded but it was the truth. Another truth was how he genuinely didn’t know who would answer the offer he put out there. The fact that Apollo’s ex (?) answered, tt really was a small world. “You need a place and we have an extra room. I’d be more than happy to have ya live at the crib, but I totally understand if you wouldn’t want to.”

Melinoë was touched at Hercules' honesty but nonetheless looked up at Phobos to gauge his reaction to it all. She was nervous, to say the least, at the commotion it would cause, her presence in the house. But she couldn't exactly say no…

"Why are you looking at me? I don't care who you choose to live with." Phobos bit back as the goddess stared up at him, his own gaze straying off to the side. He could feel the trepidation that flowed from her. Once the rumours about Sunshine and Madness had been rife...and unavoidable. Maybe those feelings were still there and who was he to dictate how she lived her life? "Just don't come crying to me when you get yourself in trouble." He muttered coldly. Pulling the packet from his pocket, Phobos began to draw out a cigarette, feeling a strong desire to be alone.

His words were cold and distant, a complete contradiction to his earlier actions and it pained her to be on the receiving end after what she believed to have been progress. But some things never change, how harshly she was reminded. "Right, of course. Why would you care,” her own words muttered and dripping with venom. Why would she ever believe that there was something more, something other than just madness and fear between the two of them. It was folly to hope. Hope brings nothing but disappointment and heartache. Melinoë had learned that from the beginning.

Ignoring Phobos, she turned her gaze and body back towards the Protector, it wouldn’t be that bad living at the Acropolis and Fear made it all that much easier to decide, "Just let me know when to move my stuff in,” and without giving a final look she pushed past the son of Ares and stalked away, tendrils of madness leeching off of her like smoke, needing to find someone to torture in order to make her feel better.

Hercules just stood there, diving his eyes one last time between the two as Mel left. Maybe he was missing something but it seemed like there was definitely something he wasn’t understanding. But nevertheless, they were getting a new roomie and now they wouldn’t have to worry about rent. Only downside was now he had to find a gentle way to break the news to Apollo. Baby steps. Baby steps, Herc.

He took in a deep breath, slow as it was, and looked at Phobos. “Well…guess I’ll see you around, Phobos. You should…uh…come by Acropolis sometime. Have a drink or something.”

The god of fear let out a barking laugh at the idea of setting foot in Acropolis. "Sorry but I really don't see that happening." Phobos replied bitterly before following suit and strolling towards the gardens once more.

What shows/movies are you watching?

I've been watching Stranger Things Season 4 and they definitely took the criticisms from season 3 and applied it here in the best way. It's by far the best season since season 1 IMO and I can't wait to watch the finale "episode", though judging from the damn length, it might as well be a fucking movie.

Also got Umbrella Academy season 3 on my list. I started to watch it but it kind of took a backseat to Stranger Things.

Next Wednesday is the finale of Ms. Marvel and I hope it doesn't disappoint. Not that the past 5 episodes have yet. So far it's been a rather entertaining and endearing viewing experience.