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Songs & Sorcery (AKA RPG: The Musical)

As this is the closest to a Galavant RP there will likely ever be and your premise so cleanly outlines what you want and how it should be done, consider me interested!

Written: A Fairytale RP

Robin Hood

_{"Steal from the rich, give to the poor, look gorgeous while doing it."}

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• N A M E

Formerly Robin of Locksley, now Robin Hood.

• S T O R Y

Robin Hood, British historical and folklore figure

• B I R T H P L A C E

Albion, in the Kingdom of Anglia.

• M A G I C

Much to Robin's annoyance, no.

• A G E

Five-and-thirty years of age.

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Although they're not married and rarely admit it, Robin and Marian are deeply in love. Really. All that mocking is just how they show affection.

• A T T I R E

In his life time, Robin has dressed in the finery of a lord, the garb of a warrior, the rags of an outlaw and the clothes of a modern man. Of all of them, he much prefers the soft, warm fleeces of a citizen of Washington, with their incredibly useful zips and many pockets. In the first years of his residence on Earth, he wore increasingly eccentric and unusual outfits, determined to plumb the depths of this new world's supply of clothes until he found the most comfortable he possibly could.

Since then, he's come to understand the version of comely (or handsome or cool) that the people of this world subscribe to and how much one's clothes play into it. He has toned down his choices to something a bit more traditional so while his clothes are still quite practical and warm (Robin has spent many a night crouched in the bracken and doesn't want to be cold like that again) they now reflect a man who carefully selects his outfits in the morning with measured consideration.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

When you meet Robin, two things are immediately apparent. The first is that he thinks a great deal of himself. The second is that he thinks you should to. And what's more, it's rather hard not to. Quite apart from his dashing good looks and immense charisma, Robin is the nicest and most generous fellow you'll ever meet. Say you're cold and he'll steal you a jacket, say you're hungry and he'll slay a deer for you. And if you say you're poor... well, he's spent years of his life in a forest, fighting the lawful authority of his own home due to a similar plea.

But within Robin there is now a great doubt. He is, or at least, was a great hero who was famed throughout the world for his selfless deeds. However, he cannot escape the feeling that the causality most people would assume is false; people think that good deeds bring fame, but Robin has began to wonder whether it was not fame that made him do good deeds. When he had a country of adoring peasants singing his praises and a group of merry men looking up to him, it was easy to tweak the nose of the Sheriff and damn the consequences. But without them, without that legend to surround him and sustain him, Robin constantly worries that one day, he'll simply not have the motivation to be a hero.

He needn't worry, of course. Maid Marian would kick him into shape before letting that happen.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

As everyone knows, Robin is a master of the bow and arrows. Despite not being a traditional noble's weapon, he has spent most of his life firing arrows at targets near and far can therefore perform feats of near mythical skill. Splitting arrows that have already struck a target, he says, is child's play. A more interesting exercise is splitting them in mid air... Apart from that Robin is a skilled woodsman, able to live off the land, track, evade pursuit and scout. As a noble, he has also bee trained with the more traditional weapons of sword, hammer, spear and lance but lack of practise has eroded his ability with them somewhat. And, though he says so himself, he's rather charming.

• F A T A L F L A W

Robin's flaws are twofold; he thrives on and requires the adulation of others to function and he is aware of this. His need for fame and admiration is bad enough but his new found self awareness leaves him constantly crippled by second guessing himself. Did he make that donation because it was the right thing to do, or because he knew that the charity worker would look at him with grateful eyes? It's only with the reaffirmation of those that know him will he be able to be sure that you can be good and famous.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Born into nobility in the Ablion kingdom of Anglia, Robin of Locksley was all that a noble should be. He was strong, a natural swordsman, a clever study, a cunning tactician ad a devoted son to his father. The only problem was that for all his potential, he showed little interest in anything other than having fun. He would slip from his rooms in the castle, down into the courtyard and play with the dogs or creep out to run through the woods. And all the harsh words from his father did nothing to change his mind. They had never gotten on particularly well, and the old Earl's contemptuous dismissal of the peasantry had further soured relations.

It wasn't until Robin laid hands on a bow for the first time that he ever showed interest in anything. But that moment was, even in a world with a single light bulb, was electric, a perfect connection of man and tool. From that day on, rarely was he sen without a bow and arrows, whether he was at home or touring the countryside. Everyday he rose early and hammered shot after shot into the central ring of far off targets, with more and more ease. His father told him that it was a peasant's weapon, for the common man who couldn't afford sword, shield and armour. But Robin still had no interest in listening to his elders.

In time, of course, things changed. Robin's father died and he became the Earl of Locksley, intending to be a more open handed and generous liege lord that his father. And had he been given time, he would likely have followed through on such lofty ambitions but fate played a different hand. The monarch of Anglia, King Richard the Lionheart, was raising his banners to march upon his old enemies in Bellegarde. All loyal nobles were called on to raise the levies and join him to sail across the narrow sea for gold and glory. Robin wanted to resist the call but another part of him longed for such heroism, longed to stand beside the Lionheart and slay foes by the score.

War, of course, is never that easy.

The campaign was long and bloody and, for many, pointless. Land was taken, held, defended, lost, retaken. Men and women died with roars of defiance or shrieks of despair, more and more each day for an entire decade. Robin had many illusions stripped away in those years and everyday he longed to return to Sherwood forest, to see the people of Locksley and to never touch a sword again in his life. But he had sworn to stand by his King and stand by him he would, for Robin was no oathbreaker. Luckily for him, he did not need to be. During an ambush, he saved the King's life with a few well placed arrows and the Lionheart asked what reward he could give such a loyal follower. All Robin asked for was the freedom to return to his home and the King granted his request, albeit grudgingly.

But in Richard's absence, Anglia had changed. His cowardly younger brother, prince John, had seized power and given land to his cronies and those prepared to forsake Richard. Locksley, for example, was now the province of one of Robin's previous underlings, the former Sherif of Nottingham. A cruel and greedy man, he had taxed the province terribly with more and more ridiculous demands on the people. He was not best pleased to learn of Robin's return, knowing that there wasn't a man, woman or child in the county who would support him over Robin. So he sent a dozen rough men to end Robin's life and ensure his own rule.

Needless to say, it didn't work. Robin dispatched the mercenaries and was put on his guard by the attempt on his life. Rather than ride back to Locksley beating a drum and telling everyone to rejoice, he disguised himself and crept back into town, gently gathering information on the situation and the times as he did. What he learned was dire; his land taken, his castle occupied, his people oppressed and his name slandered. For a moment he considered retreating to Bellegarde to warn Richard of John's treachery and perhaps petition him for aid. But the thought of returning to the battlefield was abhorrent to him and he could not face it.

Instead, he decided to stay but not in the castle. One piece of gossip that had reached his ears was that the Sheriff's tax revenues would be transported by two dozen armed guards through Sherwood forest in the next few days. After years of tracking cunning Bellegardian scouts, Robin was easily able to locate a cart guarded by thugs and managed to liberate the coins. Most men would have fled and happily retired on such a fortune but Robin could no more leave Locksley than he could put down his bow. So he gave the wealth of the people back to the people, promising the peasantry that he would not rest until the Sheriff was disposed. So the name Robin of Locksley was lost and so began the adventures of Robin Hood.

And what adventures they were. He fought the good fight with such staunch allies as Little John, Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet and against such fiendish villains as Guy of Gisbon, the Sheriff of Nottingham and Prince John himself. He met the love of his life, Marian, and bickered with her ceaselessly. More gold poured through the county than ever before but no sooner had Robin stolen and redistributed it than the Sheriff's men would arrive to take whatever they pleased again. Robin would doubtless have one day defeated his foes entirely (probably in some way that was poetically just) and would likely even have gotten around to marrying Maid Marian (if she would have him) but something happened to put all bets off; the cataclysm.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Despite being some of the lucky few to escape the collapse of their world, Robin and Marian were unable to bring their Merry Men with them to Earth. They arrived and immediately began to beg, threaten and cajole Merlin to go back for their band but the wizard refused. He told them to make do with each other and a whole new world, that it aught to be enough.

Since then Robin has tried to be a proper man, tried to hold down a job and even tried to keep helping people as best he could. But every job he's tried, from security to management, has felt to him like painfully, mind numbingly boring suffering. For the moment, he works at a charity for disenfranchised youths and goes out on bi-monthly excursions with Marian to rob from the rich and donate to the less well off.

It's a life.

Written: A Fairytale RP

@HalfOfLancelot
Token Hae character is token.

_{I object to his face less than I expected to, you do a good job as always.}

Written: A Fairytale RP

@Stitches
Sorry about slow responses, very busy at the moment. I'll respond as soon as I can, in an hour or two.

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Kinion the Fool

Kinion the fool

Description

Fool? Wise man? Idiot? Savant? Liar? Prophet? All these words have been used to describe Kinion in his time. Maybe they are all right or maybe they are all wrong but he isn't telling. For time out of mind, Kinion has been the joker in the playing cards of the Children, the fool in the tarot deck of fate. Others had agendas to pursue and empires to raise but Kinion seemed content to merely meddle with the plans of others, nudging here and overturning there, always appearing at just the right moment to tip the balance one way or the other. To trace his path through ancient history is simply to follow the pattern of mayhem and chaos his actions almost invariably caused.

In his manner, Kinion is capricious and irreverent as only an immortal can be. He might ignore and Emperor to talk to a pauper but is just as likely to kick a beggar down the steps in front of a holy man. As a favoured form, he looks like a young man with pale skin, often wearing flowing robes and a mask of some sort. More often than not he forgoes shoes or any clothes other than a mask and robe. He laughs easily and jokes often, taking the time to try and bring a smile to the faces of even the most solemn of his siblings, though he feels it is more for his benefit than theirs. It is sometimes hard to tell but the wiser Children know that Kinion is not purely random. He acts according to a personal code or reason, a method to his madness, but even Eyra knows not what it might be.

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Powers

They say that a good fool should be able to go where the wise cannot. Kinion can go everywhere and anywhere, no lock barring him and no portal holding him, with one notable exception. His ability is as mysterious as the rest of him but when he approaches somewhere others would rather he not, like a locked door or fortified castle, he will simply appear past whatever barriers were erected with a roguish chuckle and continue to do as he pleases. Similarly, locks click open at his touch and knots untie themselves in his presence. Distance is no more of an obstacle to Kinion than a locked door, the fool seeming to be able to cover miles at an impossible rate. He does not disappear and then reappear, rather he seems to wander, meander and travel by ignoring distance until he arrives. He has been known to traverse the entire continent in a day. Apart from these powers, however, he is as fragile as any mortal and can be killed quite simply, if he hangs around long enough for others to try. Kinion has never been one to stay dead for long, however, usually reappearing within a few years.

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Original tribe

In days long past, Kinion's people were called the Kabrics. They were a nomadic people who wandered from place to place, exchanging fortune tellings for provisions and songs for suppers or occasionally simply taking what they wanted and leaving at speed. They never had any armies and didn't engage in the wars that oft consumed the continent, preferring to hold themselves aloft as separate and independent. When Kinion was there to keep them out of harms way, they tended to escape retribution for most of their less than lawful actions. With him imprisoned, they were wiped out within a few generations, either settling down and mixing with the other tribes or being hung as thieves.

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Faction

Kinion was an independent in the war, choosing neither to declare himself for the angelic or demonic sides. But he was seen as too chaotic to be allowed to continue to meddle in the affairs of man by many of the angels and was forcibly imprisoned in the Pit towards the end of the war, some 1200 years ago. For all the children in the Pit, this fate was perhaps the cruellest for Kinion, his very essence and soul being that of a free and unfettered soul.

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Anecdotes

In the dawn times, Kinion would often lead one faction to believe he was fighting for them, only disappear just when he was most needed, or unlock the gates of a fortress and leave. As infuriating and unhelpful as his exploits were, he could equally be a most effective ally, slipping into the fortifications of the enemy to eavesdrop, steal or importune. The only difficulty lay in ensuring he would not simply go straight to whichever Child of Aton controlled the opposition and tell all he knew of the other's plans. More pragmatic leaders preferred not to risk his fickle allegiances but those with a more romantic or risk loving turn of mind generally chose to see the positives of recruiting him rather than the risks.

So many are the tales of skullduggery and trickery that it would take an age to recite them all. Some of his most well known, however, revolve around the parable of the wise fool. Kinion famously came to a land (the details of where have been lost to antiquity) where two kings were often at war, as had their fathers been and their father's fathers. Each king begged than Kinion end the fighting by helping him destroy the other's city state. Instead, Kinion stole away the sons of both kings and took them beyond the reach of their royal parents. For many years, nothing was heard of him or the boys, Kinion having taken them to the wilderness to train and teach together, but when they were grown men each returned to their native land and were embraced by their parents. And when they ascended to the throne, they promised never to make war on each other, not wishing to undo the long years of friendship they'd had during their upbringing. But just as it seemed that Kinion had brought peace to the land, he returned and told the people of each city that he had fooled them, switching the boy's names when he took them. Each one was ruled over by the spawn of their hated enemy. In a rage, mobs tore down the ruling districts of each city state, murdered the kings in their beds and from it a republic that incorporated both cities was born.

Philosophers have often argued about what the meaning or moral of this 'fable' is, some saying is is 'change never comes easily', others that it's 'hate is more powerful than love' but all can agree on one; never trust a Child of Aton.

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Opinions

Eyra
"When angel fought demon and the earth was hell, Eyra looked forward and made many a cell."
"She chained up the children and locked us away, if she meant to release us no one can say."
"But she ruled the earth well, that we all can see. But now the Children are once again free..."
"So bring on the chaos and bring on the pain, for we will never be locked up again."

Before being imprisoned in the Pit, Kinion bore no particular ill will towards his siter Eyra. She was just another planner to him, someone who constructed where he would prefer to pull down. But after being denied the freedom that he so requires to be himself for over a thousand years, he now holds something of a grudge. The sort of grudge that might cause someone to burn cities to the ground and dance amongst the flames.

Wu Dan
"Wise man, wise man, what should I do?"
"Young man, young man, that's up to you."

Wisdom, order, serenity. These are the domains of Grandmaster Wu-Dan, none of which are much to the liking of Kinion the fool. If ever there were two opposites amongst the children, here they stand.

Nod
"A fist is his hand and there's rage in his heart"
"But heaven forfend, he knows not of art."

The singleminded determination that is personified by Nod is both amusing and irritating to Kinion. On the one hand, it represents eveything that is contrary to Kinion's way of life. On the other, it is most humorous to see one who has, from the point of view of a fool, misunderstood things so badly.

Kozz
"The giant makes his swords and armour, for lord knows he'll never charm her."

Slow and steady types are targets for chaos but not very satisfying ones.

Azoth
"Lies and mischief though in purpose pure,
loses its once gaudy allure."

The fundamental difference between Azoth and Kinion is that one uses chaos to further a goal and for the other chaos is the goal.

Therelon
"Who flies in the cold and records your words?"
"He's high in the sky, that lord of the birds."

The Tower was long one of Kinion's favourite stops to raise a little hell and pass on a few scraps of information. In so far as Kinion can be surprised (being surprised requires one to have plans and expectations of what the future holds) he was surprised when Therelon did nothing to prevent his imprisonment in the pit.

Chinasa
"Where have all the colours gone and where are all the hues?"
"The palid man walks and a pale light soon ensues."

In the days of Dawn, Kinion thought little of Chinasa but times have changed. Here is another who would see the empire of Eyra fall about her ear's.

Tarthus
"The child said, why fight a fight I know I just can't win?"
"The warrior said, it's all going to end, why shouldn't I sin?"
"The grandmother said, for that's where life doth truly begin."

Death is nothing to a Child of Aton, an inconvenient obstacle overcome with patience. Death is for mortals, time is for the undying.

Aylin
"Calm, slow and all alone."
"A huntress without a home."

A solitary huntress is of little interest to a jester beloved of intrigue though all will have a part to play in the games to come.

Ash
"Many faces, changing places, never one to last."

Of all the Children, Ash and Kinion as perhaps the most similar. Change, chaos, a double edged sword.

Zhystkrexas
"Gifts and deals, bargains and trades"
"Ash, dust, satisfaction fades."

Kinion makes no bargains and heeds no deals though he appreciates the sad irony in giving someone what they want, only for it to destroy them.

Kilgarrah
" To roar, to rip, to smash, to scream, it does not take an mind too keen."

The Dargon's anger and frustration at Kinion's nature has long been one of the Fool's favourite sources of amusement.

Kalikmalo
"Yes, no? I don't think so."
"Let language fool the ear, never be far, never be near."

Speaking a language almost no one else can is a fine jest, to be sure, but does rather limit the interaction a child of Aton can have with their siblings.

Nefas Sen
"Blood does seep and mothers weep as sons go gladly to the deep."
"The monsters howl and slaughters, turning red the sunken waters."
"Queen of the sea, now you too are free.

To tweak the tail (or monstrous legs) of the Queen of the depths was a rare pleasure in the times of old. Now both Kinion and Nefas have other things on their minds.

Character Sheets, old and new!

Graham Greye

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| Name |

Graham Bartholomew Greye

| Date of Birth |

Born September 18th, 1980.

| Gender |

Male.

| Sexuality |

Asexual, far too much like hard work.

| In-Depth Appearance |

A man of below average height and fairly average looks, you probably wouldn't give Graham a second look. Unless of course you were close enough to smell his unique aroma of nicotine, wine, old paper and mushrooms. Or perhaps you noted his impressive ability to prepare, roll, light and smoke a cigarette all without taking his eyes from whatever book currently has his attention. Or maybe, and this is the most likely reason you looked again, you felt the intense weight of his glare upon you, pouring hatred into your soul for the unforgivable act of bumping into him on the bus, asking for a cigarette, happen to be publicly reading a book he has read or any number of grievous sins. Graham has contempt enough for everyone and disdain to spare.

When he walks, he drags his feet. When he sits, he slouches. When he looks, he glares. Everything Graham does communicates both his disinterest in the current activity and how much he'd rather be elsewhere, reading a book with wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His voice has a hint of irish in it, along with an awful lot of scorn, while his language is a combination of modern english interspersed with ancient, long forgotten words and filthy curse words.

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| Personality |

♦ Studious ♦ Slothful ♦ Dedicated ♦ Disrespectful ♦

At first look, Graham is a bastard that isn't so much cruel as utterly disinterested in other people. But when one takes the time to look again, more closely... well, he's still pretty much a bastard but one with encyclopaedic of magical lore and mythological canon. Perhaps not a particularly endearing quality but certainly a useful one, at least if you plan to interact with the otherworldy often. Before finding a home at Underwood Investigations, Graham drifted from libraries (no smoking), to cinemas (no drinking), to bookshops (people take the books away...), to a University position (asked to interact with students). None suited him even slightly, fostering a further sense detachment to the 'normal' world and pushing him still further into the paranormal.

In essence, Graham is man who puts his pleasures before all else. He likes to drink, smoke and read, to the exclusion of all other things and all people. Unfortunately, the world requires that he interact with it to make his three joys possible; jobs must be done and money made to pay for drink, smokes and books, not to mention the occasional meal. As it seems that the world's main goal is to stop him doing what he likes doing, Graham has a strained relationship with it. Deep beneath layers of cynicism and id driven liftstyle, he does feel empathy for others but he'll deny it right to the point he has to choose between a person's life and a fine bottle of that La Prousse '85.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Books, old and new. Subject, langue, age and quality irrelevant.
✔ Wine. Good wine, bad wine, it's all the same the next day.
✔ Tobacco, though that's probably more addiction than anything else.

✘ Everything.
✘ Everyone.
✘ Especially you.

| Family |

Sister, Beverly Greye
Graham's older sister, Beverly, is the success of the family. A noted film director, her face is often plastered across the arts sections of newspapers and magazines, which is perhaps why Graham so often refers to them as 'filthy rags!'. Being the foul smelling black sheep of the family, he has a less than perfect relationship with his sister, though it is entirely his own fault. She has largely been supportive of him and kind whenever they've seen each other as adults but that somehow makes it much, much worse.

Brother, Barrington Greye
The youngest of the three Greye siblings, Barry falls somewhere between Beverley's success and Graham's... let's just call it his 'life'. Barry is a starving artists who has been playing in every sort of band with every sort of instrument for most of his adult life. He's played with or been in most of the nation's biggest groups but always manages to leave and move on just before they get their big break. Still, at least he's doing what he loves.

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| Theme Song |

Lookout Sunshine – The Fratellis
_{”Well there's no use telling me to leave
I've seen a half a dozen ghosts but I don't believe
I'm a cynical cunt and I'm much too lazy to change”}

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

Bariel

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| Name |

Bariel

| Date of Birth |

Time was different back then. Say only that it was an age ago.

| Gender |

Genderless, though his physical form would be traditionally considered male.

| Sexuality |

Asexual, Panromantic

| In-Depth Appearance |

Bariel's mortal form is broad shouldered and well muscled, perhaps representing the martial prowess integral to his person or the strength of faith at the core of his being. His voice is deep and rich, capturing majestic notes of emotion whether he's telling off Graham for leaving his socks in the fridge or patiently explaining why buckets should not be stored on top of doors to Dee for the hundredth time. Bariel favours thick jackets against the British chill but quite fancies his appearance in suits and ties. The Underwood society isn't awash in currency but what little is his, he spends on suits.

Finally, they say the eyes are the doors to the soul. As originally beings of nothing but soul, this is doubly true for angels. Bariel's eyes are amber to brown and have shifting depths of colour and hue. Whatever expression crosses his face is made so much more expressive by the force of his eyes, even more so by the weight of his voice.

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| Personality |

♦ Courageous ♦ Conflicted ♦ Protective ♦ Guarded ♦

Bariel has fought the good fight for a long, long time, since the earth was freshly formed and the fall a recent memory. And through it all, his faith in the divine plan was what allowed him to soldier on through war, tragedy and horror. Whatever came shrieking from the pit, he could be meet in kind with sword and a smile, so long as the plan accounted for the suffering and promised. Even amongst the other Thrones (soldiers in the army of heaven), Bariel was often commended for his unshakable faith, though few realised its true nature.

But in his recent past, something happened to Bariel. An event of such magnitude it shook his faith to the core and shattered his certainty. He left the Third Circle and fled to earth, hiding from friend, foe and perhaps even himself. But the habits of millennia die hard and you can take an angel out of the fight but you can't take the fight out of an angel. So on earth, Bariel has found a new way to guard the light from those who worship evil's might. In battling monsters, he find vindication and an escape from doubt. But when the beast is dead or the creature banished, the doubts still wait for him. Everyday is a struggle, depression and self doubt nipping at his heels as he walks to the office, searching for the next moment of serenity.

In battle, Bariel is calm, collected and utterly fearless. Skill honed by combat unending in the service of the Silver City make him a veritable force of nature. Outside of combat, however... Bariel is cagey and waspish, snapping at anything he perceives as someone poking into his private life or questioning his devotion to good works. Conversely, he is fiercely protective of his colleagues from outsiders, both physically and emotionally. Heaven help the brave man or woman who goes through a messy breakup with one of his friends...

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Churches, calm and cool.
✔ Films, sweet and simple.
✔ Fire, fierce and flickering.
✔ Chocolate, nice and naughty.

✘ Debate, doomed and doubtful.
✘ Question, intrusive and irritating.
✘ Books, complex and curious.
✘ Night, lightless and lonesome.

| Family |

Thuriel
Once also one of the Thrones, Thuriel exiled himself to earth some time before Bariel did likewise. Although he sees the other angel often, Bariel refuses to talk about Thuriel to anyone and asking about him is cause for several days of the silent treatment.

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| Theme Song |

Still in love with You – Thin Lizzy
_{”They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it's this empty feeling
My heart can't disguise”}

| Extra Information |

Nothing, yet.

Character Sheets, old and new!

Arthur Carrington

Arthur Carrington

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N A M E

Arthur James Carrington, called Arty by his wife and James by his father.

A G E

39

G E N D E R

Male

O C C U P A T I O N

Television Producer

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual, with a few brief experiments in his younger days.

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

Happily married with a young daughter.

F A M I L Y M E M B E R S

Melissa Mabson, wife
Being from a very different background and having a subtly but significantly different outlook on life, one might not expect Melissa and Arthur to be such a good match. But despite his lack of direction being anathema to her can-do attitude, they've been lost in each other since they first met. Melissa was born into rather different circumstances than her good husband, less wealth and more work as she says, so she wasn't afforded the luxury of simply wandering through life. She studied hard to get her qualifications, worked hard all the way through art school and now ceaselessly works on new projects for her gallery. Her art reflects her, in many ways, as it is both painstakingly put together, well considered and consequential but also irrepressibly cheerful. It was likely her embodiment of Arthur's favourite state combined with her Carrington-esque determination that drew him to her, though who can say what she saw in him? Potential, perhaps?

Abigail Carrington-Mabson, daughter
The light of her father's life, young Abigail has consistently made him more of man for all of her eight years. Her birth woke something that no one, perhaps accepting his wife, knew was there and their bond has only grown stronger. The carefree, fun loving element of Arthur's personality makes him any child's dream father (and a very different one to Arthur's own) but he is determined to make sure Abbi inherits her mother's drive, determination and cheerful self motivation. In herself, Abbi is precocious, curious and as playful as her father. She's a little afraid of Grandfather Lee, something in his heavy brow and thunderous expressions, but has always loved her Grandmother and oldest Aunty.

A P P E A R A N C E

Slightly above average height, with floppy hair, a casual dress sense and rarely absent grin, Arthur rarely looks the part of a Carrington heir. He likes to smile and therefore smiles a lot, evident in the smile lines worn into his face. He likes to wear comfortable clothes and so only grumpily dons a suit when his father glares fiercely enough to burn a hole in the furniture, preferring a fleece or a hoodie instead. And his hair... he's probably put more time, thought and effort into his hair than his entire business career. It's bouncy, soft and incredibly expressive.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

The Carrington name is synonymous with many things; wealth, success, innovation. The one thing that has never been overly associated with the family is levity, something that has chafed with Arthur since he was a very young boy. Unlike his parents and even many of his siblings, Arthur has no drive to succeed in the business world, no hunger to dominate the market or take over other corporations. If it were simply that his drive lay else where, perhaps in a respectable art or worthy scholarly pursuit, he would have been accepted by his parents as second rate but still wholly acceptable.

Unfortunately, all Arthur has ever really wanted to do is have fun, make a few people laugh and not think too hard about anything. It's not that his objectives are elsewhere, they simply don't exist. And while the immense family fortunes have allowed him bounce along on good intentions and charm, for the most part, it has not endeared him much to his siblings (apart from a few of the younger ones) and even less so to his parents.

But his lack of drive has caused to fail at even being a real black sheep. If he resented his parents with the white hot fury of some children, perhaps he would've made a terrible specatcle of himself, publicly badmouthing them or getting caught in compromising positions by the press. Instead, the worst he's ever managed is a few pictures of him looking rather tipsy and a public reputation of being a bit of an idiot.

To be fair, he isn't stupid. He simply lacks that stiff backbone and scowling determination of the rest of the family, that ability to see a star in the sky and say 'I won't stop until that's mine'. He prefers to bum around, have a few laughs and take it easy. Of course, there's no avenue of success that can be reached with that method, no matter the field, so Arthur hasn't got much to show for his 39 years of life. He consciously resents his parents for this, blaming them for not supporting him enough in his glitzy, show-biz ambitions but in truth, he never tried hard enough, never risked enough or wanted it enough. Late at night or in the wee hours of the morning, he knows this.

In recent years, however, something has finally stirred a sense of responsibility inside Arthur, though still not the sort his father probably wishes he felt. With the beginning of his relationship with his wife, Arthur first feel pangs of guilt about his lacklustre ambitions and achievements but it was the birth of Abigail, his daughter, that radically altered his person. His mixed relationship with his own parents has left him determined that his child will have none of that, no uncertainty and uneasy talks. He showers her with love, devotion and attention but also with the sole focus of his person, doing his utmost to teach her to be the best of him and Melissa. He's never worked so hard on anything in his life and it's starting to show in the rest of his life, both positively and otherwise.

L I K E S

↗ A good beer, a hot cup of tea, something nice to drink.
↗ Playing pretend, though mostly with his daughter.
↗ Relaxing, not stressing and taking time to watch the world go by.
↗ Chuckling, laughing, and making others do so too.

D I S L I K E S

↙ Stress and pressure, both from within and without.
↙ Dressing up and making pretty, what a waste of time.
↙ Authority figures, though they do have their uses.
↙ People touching his hair.

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H I S T O R Y

Being only the second of the many Carrington children, Arthur had many expectations placed upon his tiny infant shoulders right from the start. Be this, do that, work harder. From his parents to his tutors, everyone had a plan for him, except him. All he wanted to do was be a child, to play with his toys and chuckle with his friends, those that were deemed acceptable for Lee Carrington's first born son. His father never explicitly demanded anything from him or was needlessly cruel, he was simply so distant and yet also so silently demanding that Arthur never knew exactly what he wanted, only that he couldn't give it to him. Things were little better with his mother, her praises being so few and far between that Arthur stopped seeking them.

So somewhere along the way, he dropped that essential part of the Carrington metnality, drive. He didn't go to a prestigious school, didn't work as hard as he could to improve the family fortunes or plan one day to take over the business. Instead, he partied and drank his way through University (causing a few minor scandals when photographed on all night benders, though nothing particularly juicy) making many friends and no enemies, not to mention even fewer commendations. When he finished his degree, business studies and media relations, he decided to make his way into the world of television. Of course, that's not too hard when your family owns several major stations and a word from your father opens all the doors and most of the windows too.

Within a few years, Arthur was heading up one of the more prestigious channels under the family banner, a comedy station that provided daily doses of satire, standup and news-pieces. It was simultaneously thrilling and disillusioning for Arthur, both showing him a world he desperately wanted to join and stripping away his belief he could easily make it if only it weren't for his parents. In reality, he saw that being a comedian would be just as much work as anything else, perhaps more so, and he wouldn't be able to just stroll through it even without the disapproving glare of his parents.

So for some years, Arthur maintained a position of mostly contented disinterest, producing programs, giving new names their big starts and slowly growing the station. This was all shook up when he first met Melissa Mabson at a gallery opening he was attending with his older sister. At first it was just her easy charm and ready laugh that enchanted him but when they started to get to know each other properly, he realised it was more than that. Melissa had everything he valued about himself, as well as everything his parents wished he had. He was, and still is, in awe of her and worked hard to try to make her see him in a similar light. In all likelihood, she saw him as who he was better than he ever did and loved him for it.

They were happy for a few years and Arthur did slowly start to become more and more active in different areas of his life, from business to his parental relationships, but then came a second bombshell in the form of Abigail, their daughter. Her birth finally hammered home a message into Arthur's brain that nothing thus far in his life had come close to doing. It was this; you have both power and responsibility. In his daughter's tiny frame, he saw the potential for a whole new person and saw too that he would be instrumental in defining who she would be.

In the years to come, Abigail would become both his greatest delight and most solemn burden. Different parts of his life benefitted or suffered from the immensity of his focus on her upbringing. For example, Arthur finally felt a deep understanding of the parents he'd never properly empathised with, grasping the struggles of their parenthood for the first time. Many of his fellow producers and colleagues have noticed his lack of attention in recent meetings, reporting that his mind always seems to be somewhere else. Who knows what the future may hold for Arthur and his golden child? If he has his way, she will have her mother's determination and his family's resources at her disposal right from the start. Will she take the world by storm or choose a simpler, more peaceful life? Whatever the case, she will remain the most important part of her father's world.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O

Arthur had a brief Goth phase. It wasn't pretty. Well, it was, because he is, but it didn't work particularly well.

Relationships

Cassiopeia Carrington

"I send her a card every mother's day and another on her birthday. But that's about it, really."

You know, I think there's a fundamental difference between how her and dad looked at me. When dad scowled at some low test results or harrumphed at a corny joke (we never called them dad jokes in our family) I felt like he had a vision for what he wanted me to be, but that he wouldn't tell me what it was. But with mum... I'm not sure if she even thought of me all that often. For her, it was all Sam, all the time.

Which, I suppose, makes sense. After all, there's a saying about it, isn't there? 'your son's your son until he takes a wife but your daughter's your daughter for the whole of your life. She needed Sam to be the daughter she wanted, not the one she was. I was always second as far as she went and I've made my peace with that.

Abbi likes dad better anyway.

Lee Carrington

"Well, you know, he's my father, so I've always respected him. He wasn't the most supportive of parents, I suppose, but I always had a roof over my head and clothes on my back. It could've been a lot worse."

Who am I kidding, dad used to look at me like I was an imbecile and scowl whenever I cracked a joke. He didn't hate me, I don't think, just didn't understand me or particularly want to. As unhelpful as he was when I raised the idea of working in television, I know he would've put me under house arrest if I'd gone through with... well, it could've been worse but only if I'd pushed him any further.

And I really don't understand it. I mean, I'm a father now, I understand the pressures of having someone look up to you, of knowing you're going to be the one to prepare them for the world, that feeling of love and responsibility that fills you up until you're about to burst. But it makes me want to spend more time with her, give her more options, not less. I can't even imagine not talking to her everyday or scowling when I could smile.

Maybe he never felt like that?

Sam Carrington

"Sam's always been my brave, bold badass of an older sister. Whatever I didn't have the courage to do, she's already done so much it's no longer cool. And, yes, sometimes she scares me but she's still my hero."

I know that mum always gave more of a damn about her while we were growing up but somehow that never mattered between me and Sam. We always got along well, despite our wildly different personalities. She's been the cool one that lead our little group, the rebellious first born right from the start, blazing a trail for me to follow. But because I didn't, at least not like she did, I've always worried she's disappointed in me.

Still, we can always make each other laugh, no matter the situation, and she introduced me to my wife. After that, after owing her that much, I feel so guilty that I didn't do enough to help her during her struggles. I mean, she wouldn't have accepted help, she's got the family stubbornness right enough, but I could've done something, made her accept it.

Maybe she's not the first child mum and dad wanted, but she's the perfect older sister.

Elaine Carrington

"Of all my siblings, I think I know Elaine the least. And I'm more than a little guilty about that."

Obviously, we're at opposite ends of the sibling chain and I doubt she even remembers when we lived under the same roof. I've seen her at the odd family event and tried to be friendly but she's got her own stuff going on. In a lot of ways, she reminds me of dad and that's certainly not much of an incentive for me to get to know her better...

I suppose it might be good for him to have a child to aspires to be like him, one that he can really connect with, but it's probably a bit late for him to really connect with a child. I get the feeling he gave up somewhere after me and Gabriel didn't really live up. Still, maybe Elaine is the hope of the Carrington dynasty. Maybe one day soon she'll be head of the family firm, looking down on us little people.

Better her than me.

Emile Carrington

"Something went right between me and Emile that never really did between me and Elaine, even though there's just a few years difference between them in age."

Maybe it's that Emile always acted glad to see me when I dropped into the family home in his childhood? Though I suppose Elaine was a little too young. Anyhow, I used to take Emile on picnics and to the cinema when he was young, before Abbi was born. We'd just mess about, get ice-cream, feed the ducks and generally bum around until it was time for him to go back to the nest. I always got the feeling he liked being with me because the things we did would never be done with dad.

Having said that, there was a moment when I thought Emile had grown out of having fun with me. It was around when Abbi was born when he must have been... 11? Well, he stopped looking so happy when we came a-calling and never tried to hold Abbi in the early days. Things have changed in the last five or so years though, now he's my go to babysitter and Abbi is always talking about what her and Uncle Emmi are going to do next time me and Melissa go away.

He'll make a great parent, one day.

Gabriel Carrington

Indiana Carrington

"Poor old Indie. I've tried to be close to her, I really have, but there's always been a distance between us."

I think it might be because she's Carrington, through and through. She wanted to be an artists, to play her music and have people listen to it, so she did. She wanted to be her own person, free of alternatively overbearing and absent, so she did. Whereas I... well, I think we all know I've never taken life by the throat like that. I get the feeling she doesn't like or doesn't understand that about me, it's probably why we're not very close.

And I admire her, I really do, she's like a young Sam. Only I know, probably better than most, how hard life was for Sam for so long and I don't want that for Indie. So I've done my best to help her, give her a retreat and support her in whatever way she'll let me. But like I said, she's a Carrington through and through, just like her father, mother and oldest sister.

Too stubborn by half.

Nathaniel Carrington

"Nate was the first sibling I really felt like a big brother to. Gabriel, Mathias, Charles, we never really connected. But me and Shaggy? Always got along."

Maybe it was the right age gap or the right timing or something but there was never the animosity I had with Gabriel or the lack of connection between me and Mathias. With Nate I could crack a few jokes, have a few laughs and be myself. Admittedly, things changed when he got full into the slam poet, starving artist, anti-system man he is today (I think being a producer is the definition of serving The Man) but we still hang out when we can. And he gets on with Abigail so well.

I'd never say he's my favourite sibling but he's certainly the easiest one to talk to and one of the ones I've spent most time with. And in a way, I think he helped prepare me for being a parent. Some of the things we did together, I know I'll never do with Abbi. Buying him booze and taking him to parties, not exactly father/daughter bonding. But listening to his first (terrible) poems and giving him whatever encouragement I could?

That's something I'll be doing again.

Esther Carrington

"And people call me the family joker... I kid, Esi is clever and creative and occasionally even kind. At least, she is when she isn't stoned."

Ah, she's a good kid, she really is. Making something her self, performing what she likes and making a living with her art. I see some of my own mad pursuit of freedom through the route of parties and... well, partners, shall we say, but I don't think I ever had the courage (or the cowardice?) to follow it has fully as she has. There's been more than one time where I've talked to her and she's been so out of it she doesn't even remember seeing me the next day.

Still, that's not all there is to her. Esi is always watching and listening, even when she's probably trying to smell colours. There's a calculated nature to her conversation, it's probably a part of what makes her charming. And if I knew her better, I'd likely have a better idea of what it is she's watching for, what it is she's calculating. But at the very least, I can say that she's a joke with a subtle subtext, unlike me.

I'm all punchline.

Mathias Carrington

"I have a lot of siblings, that's no secret. And I don't like them all and some I find it hard to love. But Mathias... There's nothing between us."

I don't hate him, I don't love him, I nothing him. As kids, we didn't talk or play together. He never asked my advice and I never took an interest in what he was doing. It's strange, really, because even with Gabriel, I tried to be his brother in the beginning. But with Mathias, there was never really anything. He never laughed at my jokes and I was never interested in his achievements. So when I left home, we simply stopped bothering to talk to each other, think about each other or even to have opinions about each other.

Except... I actually resent him for being the one sibling who doesn't move me one way or another, nowadays. It's silly, I dislike him because I don't dislike him. So at any family event or social function where I hear his dulcet tones, I just walk the other way.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Charles Carrington

"I sometimes feel like a failure as a brother when I think about Gabriel, Mathias and then Charles all in a row. Three brothers and not one of them my friend."

And then I think about how dad must feel. Well, that's probably a bit harsh, Charles is certainly no Gabriel. And though I've had little more contact with him than I first had with Mathias, I feel there's more of a barrier between us than a complete lack of connection. Charles has never felt at home in the company of others, or at least others of the same last name, and that stopped us from being the fast friends we could've been.

I've seen some of his art, Sam or Melissa will drag me to one of his shows every now and then, so I know there was always something interesting cooking behind his eyes. Maybe he couldn't get it out in words so he found another medium? Whatever the case, and even though we're not close, I wish Charles all the best and hope one day that I'll be able to help him like a big brother should. Being a Carrington and an artist is hard, just ask Sam, so he'll probably need it.

I wonder if he'll be able to ask for it though?

Character Sheets, old and new!

Andrew Brookmyre

Andrew Brookmyre

"Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance."
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Name:

Andrew Colfer Brookmyre.

Nickname:

Brooks.

Birth Date:

12/10/1997

Age:

18.

Gender:

Male.

Sexuality:

Homosexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Fully committed to performing.

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Performer

In Depth Appearance:

Despite his boyish good looks and natural charm, all is not always perfect in Andrew's appearance. Often he looks like he only recently crawled out from under a pile of empty cans and bottles, hair hastily pushed back from his face and breathe fixed with half a pac of tic-tacs. Sure, when he wakes up in his own bed and has time to prepare to face the day properly, he comes out looking like the teenage dream that he is and any day there's a rehearsal or performance, he makes sure that's the way the day begins. Preparing for any form of music or dance begins with the gel you slick in in the morning and the clothes you painstakingly select for the day.

Of course, on any other day, there's only a 50% chance that Andrew even got home last night and, if he did, an even smaller chance that he was alone. So his appearance is very much a barometer for what he did last night, not that his enthusiasm or venomous wit ever leaves him, just the ability to style himself.

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Habits | Quirks | Oddities

✯ Hums when thinking. And when not thinking. Basically always making some sort of noise.
✯ Snaps his fingers to show approval or underline a point.
✯ Incapable of passing up an opportunity to sing.
✯ Dances when in queues, regardless of appropriateness.
✯ Doesn't smoke but never refuses a proffered cigarette.

Hobbies:

✯ Finding new ways to annoy his 'superiors' in the Performers clique
✯ Trying to find more boys up for a good time that he hasn't met yet.
✯ Knitting. What? It's a productive hobby.

Likes:

✔ Laughter and smiles.
✔ Going out for the night.
✔ Drunken dancing.
✔ Karaoke, sober or otherwise.
✔ Sweetness, in drinks, foods and people.
✔ Singing and Dancing

Dislikes:

✘ Sour, as a flavour or a disposition.
✘ The rain, it makes everything cold and damp.
✘ Serious slow dancing, far too romantic.
✘ Tv shows, far too long to sit down for.
✘ Up-tight-stick-in-the-muds

Fears:

❅ Losing his voice, legs or charm.
❅ Fading into obscurity.
❅ Living in a dull job and structured life.

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Personality:

♦ Energetic ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Dedicated ♦ Capricious ♦
♦ Charming ♦ Unprepared ♦
♦ Performer ♦

When he was young, Andrew discovered his talent at and passion for music and dance. He also realised a plan an simple fact; prepare properly and you will do well. So for every musical event he goes to, preparation begins in the wee hours of the morning and goes on until the last few moments before the performance begins. But where Andrew has taken that lesson utterly to heart in his art, he's never really learned it in any other medium. He doesn't prepare for tests, presentations or almost anything in his personal life, preferring to wait until the night before to do some half hearted research or planning and then wing it on his, admittedly not inconsiderable, brains and charm. He's lost more than a few boyfriends to this approach, as a date just doesn't feel the same when one's partner has clearly just dragged themselves out of bed and winces whenever anyone speaks.

Outside of his work, he's the stereotypical party boy. Up for anything, down with anyone and always, always ready to dance. Those close to him can sense that there's more to his ceaseless excess than simple lack of imagination but it's buried deep underneath layers of 'cool' and self image. In a way, parties are his second stage. Andrew throws himself into the role of wild child with as much dedication or more as any of his on stage performances but his motivations for it are all different. Where once they were the same (performing made him feel happy and alive, partying made him feel happy and alive) the two activities now have wildly different payoffs for him. Now, the latter is more about perpetuating a reputation he's allowed to build up around himself and a paradoxical but deep seated unease with permanence.

In short, Andrew is on the surface a pretty, playful party boy. But scratch deeper and he's even prettier, more playful but the party part is considerably less secure.

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History:

Born to a pair of career business professionals, below, Andrew had a very supportive childhood. When he expressed an interest in singing, he was given as many singing lessons as he could handle. When he said he liked the dancing in an old film, his parents sprang for dancing lessons too. And so it was that he grew with every second word sung and every half dozen steps danced, not to mention an attitude of 'you want it? Go get it!'. Though he learned through several botched performances that things were, perhaps, a little more complicated. One can't just charge towards a goal with good intentions and some natural talent, one must take the time to practise, perfect and prepare.

Things were going extremely well for the Brookmyre golden boy until he arrived at Beverly Hills High and tasted the High life, geddit, for the first time. The glamour of the party, the thrill of the drink, the joy of carnal pleasure and the ease with which he could grab the spotlight by dancing on the table. As much as he hid it his from his parents, his new addiction party time detracted an awful lot of time from performing and wrecked any chance he had of fully realising his potential. Well, maybe as not as dramatic as that but at the very least it stopped him scrambling to the top of the heap of performers.

Richard Brookmyre
Giving and doting, Richard was ever interested in his son's wellbeing and activities. But his work kept him occupied and travelling, meaning he could only lavish attention on his son in short, intense bursts. So now his relationship with his child is very cordial and friendly but lacks the deeper emotional ties he wishes it had.

Cynthia Brookmyre, née Boremer
Considerably less interested in Andrew than her husband, Cynthia has always been business first and family second. And it's worked in her favour in many fields; she's rose higher and higher in her professional life, attaining new promotions and pay rises almost weekly. But her family's affections have been less forthcoming, particularly from her distant son.

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Extracurricular Activities:

Andrew basically doesn't do anything outside of his rigorous schedule of dancing, singing and partying.

Extra:

David Bowie - Lazarus. Frequently brilliant, often melancholy and slightly unsettling, David Bowie has long been a hero of mine and Lazarus was my favourite of his Swansong.

Anything Else:

The path to his heart lies through three things; Abba, The Blues Brothers and ice cream.

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Andrew's Relationships

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"Good friends don't let you do stupid things... alone."

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The Queen Bee

The Queen Bee: | D O M I N I Q U E . S A U N D E R S |
"_{You know vegemite? You either love it or you hate it, I think Dominique sees all people like that.}"

They've crossed paths at parties before, now and again, but the two move in different circles so most of Andrew's opinions on her are largely second hand or from half remembered meetings.

The King Bee

The King Bee: | A L E X A N D R O S . M O S S O S |
"_{Scrumdiddlyumptious is the word, I think, though King works too.}"

Andrew would never let the threat of potentially disembowelment by a possessive partner scare him out of making eyes at a man so handsome, smart, handsome, intelligent and handsome.

The Royals

Royal: | A N A L I S E . A R N E T T E |
"_{Her blithe, blonde happiness is as endearing as it is annoying.}"

As much as his prickly sense of humour hides it, Andrew likes the idea of someone who voluntarily spends time helping others, rather than giving them half hearted statements of sympathy on the way to a party.

Royal: | A U R O R A . H I D G E N S |
"_{Sarcasm is a subtle tool but some people wield it like a mallet.}"

In all honesty, if Andrew was into girls then he'd probably have ended up with her and they'd have made everyone more miserable than ever before, especially each other.

Royal:
Royal:

The Preps

Head Prep: | A U D R E Y . H U N T S B E R G |
"_{She's a little scary, I'll admit it, but I can take her on the dancefloor, no contest.}"

On the one hand, she's clearly prepared to tear the heart out of anyone who a) touches her man or b) insults her. On the other, her moves can't compare and her boyfriend isn't bad looking...

Prep:
Prep:
Prep:

The Jocks

Head Jock: | B R Y A N T . O ' C O N N O R |
"_{A preening prep but cute enough, I suppose. He seems excessively straight though.}"

People who work hard across the board, splitting their focus between multiple different disciplines, those people are annoying to someone as focussed (or narrow) as Andrew.

Jock: | P A R K . HA - N A |
"_{Seems nice enough, though obviously not my type. I hear rumours though...}"

Every party child has sampled a little of this, a little of that. But most don't have the full blown addiction necessary to sustain the... business practices of Park.

Jock: | E Z E K I E L . M Y E R S |
"_{Very in your face and loud. I don't think he thinks about what he says before he says it either.}"

Not being anything of a sportsman, Andrew couldn't care less for basketball prowess. What he likes is someone prepared to be fun, dance, laugh and party hard.

Jock:

The Rebels

Head Rebel: | A T L A N T I S . S T R A N G |
"_{Beach bums, take them or leave them but they're always nice people.}"

Laziness isn't exactly something Andrew understands, what with his every waking moment being filled with either of his two vices, but Atlantis is irresistibly cool, in a nice, chill kind of way.

Rebel: | E L Y S I A . F A B L E |
"_{I don't need much encouragement but Ely is normally the one egging me to dance on the table at parties.}"

They pretty much never talk or even acknowledge each other around the school or town, but under the influence of a little drink and a thumping beat, the two become thick as thieves. Shame they rarely remember it.

Rebel: | L U T H E R . S A N T O S |
"_{"Not my type, far too much of a grungy hippy, but he talks good sense, mostly."}"

Differences in background, upbringing and social class might create some differences in world view for Andrew and Luther but they can certainly agree about The Man putting them down.

Rebel: | T R O Y . B L A K E I I I |
"_{Some people try so very, very hard. And it's sweet, in a sad and pathetic sort of way.}"

Andrew has one reaction to the rigid caste system of the High School; ignore it and focus on what you love. And it takes all sorts but he finds the brooding anti-hero reaction a bit too much to stomach.

The Animals

Animal: | A L Y S S A . G R E E N |
"_{Control freak? Maybe. Spoiled brat? Probably. But damn if she doesn't make it work.}"

Andrew knows what it's like to grow up with hard working parents, constantly looking to climb the corporate ladder. And while he has no interest in that world, he can't fault someone who does.

Animal: | E L O R A . T A N A K A |
"_{Something of a pied piper, from what I hear. She whistles and the boys all come running.}"

Though she's obviously missing some essential equipment to make Andrew dance to her tune, he can admire the skills of another serpent charmer from afar. Perhaps he recognises her duality of nature, not too dissimilar from his own.

Animal:

The Wannabees

Head Wannabee: | G A R Y . R O B E R T S |
"_{Oh, the young guy? He seems okay, present at parties, but I've never seen him dance. Not even drunk.}"

They might be playing for the same team and Gary isn't entirely un-cute but, well, if they don't dance they're no friends of mine.

Wannabee:
Wannabee:
Wannabee:

The Drifters

Head Drifter: | J O C E L Y N . T H O M P S O N | {Symbol}
"_{She's so... fragile. The nicest girl you'll ever meet but like a soap bubble; easily popped.}"

Now, Andrew isn't mean. Sarcastic, sharp and venomous, yes, mean, no. If he cuts you, then he thinks you can take it. If he thinks you can't, expect gentle if slightly patronising treatment.

Drifter:

Drifter: | T Y L E R . J A M E S | {Symbol}
"_{Honestly? He reminds me of me, only mournfully straight.}"

It's sad, really. They could bond over making fun of others, being sarcastic and even their mutual enjoyment of music.

Drifter:

The Skaters

Head Skater:

Skater: | D A V I D . P O W E R S |
"_{Skating just screams straight to me, am I alone?}"

Cute, clean cut and so very straight edge (apart from the stench of pot) there's a certain charm to the boy. But the sarcastic, cynical side of Andrew cannot let something like that pass without getting a few shots in.

Skater:
Skater:

The Hipsters

Head Hipster:
Hipster:
Hipster:
Hipster:

The Performers

Head Performer: | E V E L Y N . H A R D I N G |
"_{Evey, the self stlyed queen of the performing arts. She's okay, I suppose.}"

Andrew might come off as sarcastic and cynical but he really can't stand users, not least because his parents have allowed him the luxury of never relying on anyone but them and himself for success.

Performer:
Performer:
Performer:

The Artists

Head Artist: | M O R T I M E R . R U V E L N |
"_{Ugh. There's artsy and fae and then there's 'Mortimer'. I pray that's not her real name.}"

To the cynical and the bitchy, the artistic will almost always seem nothing but pretentious. While they might often be right, they aren't every time.

Artist:
Artist:
Artist:

The Thespians

Head Thespian: | H O L D E N . M O N T G O M E R Y |
"_{Our delicious team captain, yes. He can raise my moral any day.}"

Now I'm not saying there's some serious, sensual, sweaty history there. But there totally is.

Thespian:
Thespian:
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The Scenes

Head Scene:
Scene:
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The Punks

Head Punk:

Punk: | S I E R R A . J A M E S O N |
"_{I've only seen her around once or twice, looks like she doesn't get much sun.}"

Relationships are built on interaction and these two have never exchanged a word.

Punk:
Punk:

The Goths

Head Goth:
Goth:
Goth:
Goth:

The Emos

Head Emo: | J A R E T H . W E L L S |
"_{No matter the night I had before, no matter the bed I rolled out of, I look better than him on his best day.}"

Emos are so very 2000-and-late, at least according to Andrew. While he appreciated Jareth's spirited reaction to an overheard homophobic slur, he can't get past that outfit. *shudder* Nor can I.

Emo:
Emo:
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The Loners

Head Loner: | E L I J A H . T R I N I T Y |
"_{... Who?}"

No, seriously, who? Never heard of him or met him.

Loner:
Loner:
Loner:

The Geeks

Head Geek: | N I L E S . M C M I L L A N | {Symbol}
"_{For the age of the geek chic, geeks are still extremely unsexy.}"

Andrew isn't being entirely honest there. He doesn't think Niles is entirely uncute, he just can't deal with the awkwardness. It gives him physical shudders.

Geek:
Geek:
Geek:

The Nerds

Head Nerd: | O S B O R N E . M Y E R S | {Symbol}
"_{It's the quiet ones you have to watch, right? Especially when they look like that...}"
In depth description of relation here.

Nerd: | W O L F E N . T O L E N | {Symbol}
"_{Not as bad as the sister but very straight laced. He needs to loosen up, let it all out.}"

Whether or not Andrew has a romantic side buried beneath layers of snark and party fever is up for debate, but he certainly can't abide excessive neatness.

Nerd:
Nerd:

The Transfers

Transfer Student: Taken by HushedWhispers.
Transfer Student: DPL's character.
Transfer Student:
Transfer Student:

The Freshmen

Freshman: | E V A L Y N . J O N E S |
"_{God, she looks so young. I probably looked like that, didn't I?}"

Similar backgrounds and somewhat similar futures. Who knows, maybe she can sing and dance?

Freshman: | P O P P Y . D U C K W O R T H |
"_{She's a bit much, and it's me saying that. How much of her is an act and how much is genuine in us for debate, I guess.}"

We all like the spotlight, don't we? Some people get it one way, some people another. Andrew is pretty judgy when it comes to the methods of others but then aren't we all?

Freshman:
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The Outcasts

Outcast: | P H I L O M E N A . C O L E M A N |
"_{Haven't seen much of her. She looks a little ill, doesn't she?}"

Not particularly intimate, probably never will be.

Outcast:
Outcast:
Outcast:

Character Sheets, old and new!

Vincent Monogan

Vincent Monogan - Poseidon

"The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs."
- Charlie Chaplin -

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Name:

Vincent Isaac Monogan

Nickname:

Vince, though he's often called Bono in America, both for his accent and his last name.

Birth Date:

12/12/94

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

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In Depth Appearance:

Tall, slim and somewhat gaunt, Vince is the sort of man that ancient aunties pinch the cheek of and say "You're so skinny, you need feeding up!". And they'd probably be right, he doesn't eat enough. Or get enough sun. Or enough exercise. Or have enough friends... Well, enough of that. Vince has the pale skin of his human parent, which could uncharitably be described as pasty, along with the sea blue eyes that can only have come from his godly heritage. They say that when Irish eyes are smiling, the rest of the world will be too and it's true that Vince's smile is infectiously adorable, but it is a rare event. More often, he wears a smirk of wry amusement or a subtle scowl of impatience. His accent, lilting and soft as befits an Irishman, tends to get stronger and coarser when he's frustrated.

Clothing Style:

Since he was young, Vince has always felt that if you're trying to get something done, you should dress like it. Hard work? Overalls and old boots. Meeting? Suit and tie. Adventure? Jacket and scarf. It's not just about what your clothes say about you to others, it's about making sure you feel equipped. In his organised way, Vince plots out the day's activities and then selects whatever outfit will make sure to leave him prepared for whatever's going to happen, whether it's a monster attack or a food fight. Even when he has no activities or events planned (a rare occasion) he makes sure that his outfit reflects a disciplined, considered approach to relaxation.

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Quirks/Oddities/Habits

• Compulsive ironing, pressing and folding.
• Constant shoe polishing.
• Often asks or tells what's going to happen next.
• Doesn't like music with lyrics he understands, prefers instrumental or opera.
• Visibly agitated by another's poorly chosen outfit.

Likes:

• Planning. Lists. Calendars. Order.
• Long running television shows.
• Tea, with biscuits.
• Mild weather, not wet or warm.
• Games of chess.
• Mirrors, his room is full of them.
• The Sea, though not its lord.

Dislikes:

• Spontaneity. Forgetfulness. Chaos.
• Intangibles and uncontrollables.
• Loud people, especially drunk ones.
• Anything to do with video games.
• Monsters, hates them with a passion.

Fears:

• Not knowing what's next.
• Being forced out of carefully order comfort zone.
• Getting caught in his guilty pleasure onesie.

Personality:

♦ Professional ♦ Cautious ♦ Organised ♦ Helpful ♦

At his core, Vincent is man trying to create a protective layer of order around himself. Whenever disorder has reared its ugly head in his life, disaster and pain has followed close on its heels. So the only rational reaction was to limit the presence of disorder, of chaos, in his life. Colour coded sheets and cases, carefully selected outfits, a well used calendar, these are all the tool he uses to ward of his fears. And, on some level, he recognises that the way he copes with life is irrational. That's why people who go through life with a carefree attitude and catch problems as they come both attract and anger him, like a man in a maze who can see people climbing over the walls.

Similarly, Vince's veneer of professionalism allows him to let him regulate his reactions and relations. He's not being aloof or rude, he's just being a professional. It's not anyone's fault that things aren't working out, it's just that he's dedicated to his work. And so on and on. Other people are harder to organise or plan for, so it's sometimes easier just to keep them at a healthy distance. As such, even those who've known Vince for a long time have to deal with being kept at arms length and occasionally 'managed', which can be subtle or decidedly not. Where he really shines, though, is when he's given a chance to use his inhuman organising abilities for the good of a group. Parties, picnics, outings and other logistical nightmares can become no more than mildly difficult under his expert guidance. Vince jumps at any chance to show people that he's alright, really, even if he can be a bit... difficult.

Background:

Born in Dublin to Cecilia Monogan, a young artist who worked mainly with the 'bounty of the sea'. She gathered shells, stones and driftwood and used them to construct strange sculptures and pieces of modern art, presumably what first drew her to Poseidon's attention. Their affair was brief and stormy, all passion and friction, but it resulted in Vincent nine months later. His father had left with the tide before his birth but Cecilia never seemed to resent him for it. Her lifestyle was unstable and predictable as a rule anyway, so a permanent male companion would've just been an inconvenience. Selling salty sculptures is rarely a steady business so she moved up and down the coast, attending art shows and gallery opening where she could and selling whenever possible. Vince was raised in a variety of BnBs, boarding houses and cheap cottages but always with a view of the sea.

It wasn't too bad of a childhood, all things considered. Cecilia spent almost all of her time not sculpting looking after Vince. She had a thousand games to play and a thousand more stories to tell, so life was rarely boring. But the young boy knew no permanence apart from her, her art and a view of the ocean. School friends didn't last long and he soon unconsciously stopped trying to bond more than superficially, preferring to bid goodbye to acquaintances than close friends. Still, a boy and his mother travelling the coast all year round could've been a lot worse. Or, rather, it would become so.

In time, the strains of living on a shoestring budget while raising a child and producing art to feed her muse became apparent in Cecilia. She became drained, drawn and less prone to spending time entertaining Vincent, instead pouring more and more time into her work. The moves became, if anything, more frequent as the towns slipped by in a blur and friend blended into friend. Like any child, Vince could feel his mother's stress but didn't understand it well enough to help. All he knew was that the moves were becoming more often and his mother looked less and less well. Vincent was fifteen when his mother had a nervous breakdown, an experience that immediately coincided with the cessation of them moving from place to place. In order to recover, they took up residence in a small hamlet a half hour from the coast and Cecilia accepted a position as a primary school teacher.

Things were different. Vincent could have friends that lasted for more than a handful of weeks and could make plans that extended across several months. He found the joy in getting to know a friend so well that you can finish their sentences and know what they're going to do better than they do. It wasn't the same as how things had been previously but Vince was happy and content to simply continued to be a teenager. That was until the monsters arrived, of course. On an unexpected beach picnic, Vincent got the first hint that there was more to him and to the world at large.

It was a traumatic day, one that Vincent still finds it hard to talk about, but at its end, Vincent stood victorious atop the body a slain Cetus (Shark like sea monster) while his mother had been badly wounded. As he desperately tried to help his mother, Vince cried out for anyone who could save her and, from the depths of the ocean, his father answered. Poseidon rose from the waves and took Cecilia in his arms before retreating back into the sea with no more than an enigmatic smile to his son. Understandably, Vince was more than a little confused and angered by this.

But in the years since then, he can't deny that his life has improved. He was recruited to the Olympus Academy, taught of his origins and how to use his powers, given a centre and structure to his life. What he was not given was any explanation to where his mother was, whether she still lived or why his father allowed the Cetus anywhere near them to begin with. He has had no more than a few encounters with his father since, all of which have been brief and tense. The unbiddable and inscrutable nature of Sea God is anathema to his son, leading the two to be at odds whenever they meet.

Extra:

Isn't actually too bad of a Swordsman, just not very flexible. Doesn't drink, like, at all.

_{Apollo/Artemis 4 lyfe}

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Godly Parent:

Poseidon, God of the Sea

Relationship With Godly Parent:

Not good. The two are very different beings with few common qualities and Poseidon's absence and inaction have left Vincent feeling very much disillusioned in his father's divinity. Poseidon spirited away Vince's mother, Cecilia Monogan, when she received grievous wounds during an encounter with a sea monster and has never satisfactorily explained to Vince where she is or what she's doing, or why he can't see her or even whether she's alive. The sea, he says, has secrets.

Godly Abilities:

◼ Reflections and Refractions ◼

Vincent's main gift is the ability to interact with all reflective surfaces, from puddles to mirrors, in a mystical way. This power is strongest when the reflections are clear and crisp but easier to use when the reflections are in bodies of water. The uses of this power are as follows;

• Small items can be stored in one reflection and be retrieved from any other.
• Vincent can safely step into and remain in any reflection large enough to admit him, though he cannot move around.
• The view from any reflective surface he has touched can be displayed on any other reflective surface.
• Reflections strengthen Vincent's mind and body, healing his wounds and lifting his spirit.

It has been theorised that Vincent may develop the ability to travel between reflections in time but has been unable to thus far.

◼ Son of the Sea ◼
While Vincent might not always like to admit it, he is the son of Poseidon, God of the Sea. This manifests itself in a few ways but he has largely neglected these abilities due to his relationship to his father. With more effort, the following abilities would likely increase vastly in power.

• Vincent can breathe normally underwater without any apparatus.
• With some concentration, he can shed water from his clothes and body.
• He is able to communicate normally with Sea Creatures, mythical or otherwise.
• With little effort, he can swim at a speed similar to mortal Olympic Athletes.
• Vincent also possesses an innate knowledge of Oceanic geography.

Vince's Relationships

"You know what would be fun? Write a list of all the people I know in the academy and list how I feel about them. Brilliant!"
- Vincent, shortly before spending many happy hours taking pictures from yearbooks, writing and organising.

Zeus Children

| Z A C H A R I A H . R O T H S C H I L D |
"One of the older demi-gods in the camp and also a child of the 'big three'. He seems nice."

While his unique brand of self involvement might not particularly sit well with Vince, Abe's helpful persona and blunt honesty are certainly strong selling points. While their respective parental relationships aren't exactly the same, they clearly share a deep seated resentment of their divine elders.

| C E C I L Y . M E R R I C K |
"Kind, supportive and always there for her friends. If only she was less... random."

Almost everything Cecily does works for Vince, even if her style of doing them doesn't. Not knowing her particularly well, he can't know whether it's because she's reacting to the unpredictable needs of others or likes it that way.

Hades Children

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

| A D R O M E D A . R H O D E S |
"Mysterious, quiet, hidden away. Daughter of Hades, maybe it's in the family?"

To have a relationship with someone, you need to see them often and Vince isn't the sort to force someone out of their shells. After all, he's very much still in his own.

Poisedon Children

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

Hera Children

| P R E S T O N . M A C T A V I S H |
"My age, very rude. Called me a pasty introvert."

Honesty is all very well but Preston might've taken it further than can be called for. Vince doesn't hold grudges with any particular malevolence but he doesn't forget either, and will forever passive aggressively shun Preston and exclude him from plans.

| A V E R Y . S T R A T T O N |
"Always has a new piece of arm candy, very showy. Seems kind enough though, and that's what counts."

Relationships are all well and nice, even ones that seem based on having someone shiny on one's arm, what really matters is how you treat your fellows. And without much to go on other than the occasional witnessed interaction, Vince is pretty sure that Avery seems nice.

Hermes Children

| P E T E R . M C M I L L I A N |
"Prankster. Very difficult, simply won't pay attention to or respect plans."

If anything, Peter probably sees them opportunities. Jokes and pranks are chaos and disorder, everything that Vince cannot abide.

| B R I A N N A . C A V E R L Y |
"A reader and a tomboy. Heard rumours of casual larceny."

Despite a reputed habit of taking things that aren't hers, Vince has nothing against Brianna in any way, he just doesn't know her at all.

Ares Children

| A T T I C U S . C A E S A R |
"Big and loud, fierce and fashionable. Seems to view cruelty as a kindness."

Well intentioned? Perhaps. But it does not sit well with Vince, not well at all.

| A L E S S A N D R A . S Y K E S |
"Loud and picks fights indiscriminately. Somehow even worse than the other Area child."

Vince likes quiet, calm, orderly environments. Not people swaggering around shouting "YOU WANNA GO?!" at the top of their voices. So whenever Alessandra wanders into the area, Vince calmly rolls his eyes and moves off.

Athena Children

| W E B S T E R . O' C O N N O R |
"Sharp as knife, but might be so sharp he'll cut himself as mum would say. Kindred spirit?"

Vince's own brand of social anxiety is different to Webster's and their rooted in very different events or upbringings, but there's still enough similarities between the two that they could end up fast friends. Though the age difference might make things less simple.

| W I N S L O W . W A S H I N G T O N |
"Crude, crass and seems uncaring towards the problems of others."

Without a more intimate knowledge of her deeper personality and more complex traits, Vince goes with what he sees. And what he sees, he doesn't like.

Aphrodite Children

| S K Y E . W O O D S E N |
"Seems scatty, saying things without thinking and hurting people without meaning to."

Vince plans and considers, carefully calculating even the smallest comment to make sure it doesn't injure anyone else's pride. The idea of randomly letting out a harsh comment for no particular reason other than a lack of forethought is close enough to unthinkable to be genuinely upsetting to Vince.

| B I R D I E . A P P L E S G A L E |
"Nice girl, sometimes does unwise things. I do my best to steer her clear of the more... inadvisable options."

The two have developed a relationship based on the occasional 'should I do this?/no/okay, I'll only do it a little' interactions. They aren't overly close but given Vince's pronounced discomfort with unplanned or unintended actions, it should be reflected upon that the fact he has any interactions with her at all is near miraculous. Either she's unbelievably charming or he likes her.

Apollo Children

| L A U R E L . P R I C E |
"Very much a stereotypical starving artist and man's man."

Rusty sewage nail exterior is more than enough to drive off Vince.

| M A R I A N N A . D I X O N |
"My roommate. Very social and organised, makes sure to have plenty of friends on hand at all times."

The two might not be the bestest of friends at all time but they get along pretty well. As it goes, they might grow closer or further apart through the school year, particularly depending on how much they know of each other and each other's abilities.

Artemis Children

| H U N T E R . E M E R S O N |
"Seems very young, even though he isn't. Spontaneous and sarcastic."

Sarcastic is fine in Vince's book (it's a frightfully well organised book, everything is colour coordinated and numbered) but spontaneity is not. Being a lone wolf is fine though, it's far easier to arrange plans around people who don't want to be included; just don't include them.

| T E S S A . G A L L O W A Y |
"Happy as hell, touchy as Hades."

Someone who can be poked into erupting like a volcano is someone to be steered clear of, as far as Vince is concerned.

Demeter Children

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

Dionysus Children

| D U S T Y N . F L I N T |
"She seems... nice. Just a bit terrifying."

Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope. Far too improvisational and adventurous.

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

Hectate Children

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

| F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E |
"Character thoughts on relations."
In depth description of relation here. At least three sentences.

Hephaestus Children

| D E V L I N . C H A D W I C K |
"A few years younger, very happy and apparently fun loving."

While he might find being Devlin's close friend extremely difficult, Vince would likely be a perfect acquaintance level friend for her.

| R A N E F A R . A N T A R |
"Seems angry, sad and considerably more vicious to casual acquaintances than could ever be called for."

Ranefar's volcanic tendencies might not be entirely his own fault but Vince doesn't have much interest in anyone with the tendency to lash out.

Character Sheets, old and new!

Jeremiah Cliffton - 'Sage'

"There is no great genius without some touch of madness"
- Aristotle

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◄ Name ►

Jeremiah Cliffton

◄ Alias ►

Jerry, Cliff

◄ Codename ►

Sage

◄ Gender ►

Male

◄ Age ►

22

◄ Ethnicity ►

Caucasian

◄ Place of Origin ►

Dublin, Republic of Ireland

◄ Sexuality ►

Homosexual

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◄ Powers ►

Extensive physical tests of subject 'Sage' have revealed a range of abnormal but beneficial physical abnormalities. When subject was first examined, most of these powers had barely manifested themselves but later tests determined that said powers had since increased their potency or effectiveness. Bi-weekly tests since have determined that the both the subject's powers and the speed at which the powers are improving are on an exponential curve. That is, subject Sage will not only become more powerful over time, the rate at which his capabilities increase will grow as well. Only time will tell whether this unique situation has a cap off point or adverse affects upon the subject.

Abilities, measured against the average for human's of the subjects age, gender and lifestyle.

■ Approximately 1.5 of the human average ■

• Speed
• Strength
• Endurance
• Durability
• Reaction Time

■ Approximately 2.0 of the human average ■

• Healing Speed
• Learning Speed
• Information Reaction
• Situational Awareness
• Logical Problem Solving
• Hand-eye Coordination

◄ Skills of Note ►

■ Rudimentary Combat Training ■
Since coming to the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, the subject has undergone an intensive combat training course, covering a range of basic moves and styles. In time, the subject's abilities will make him an extremely effective combatant but for the time being, he's strictly a beginner.

■ Marksman Training ■
The subject has not put any exceptional amount of time into practising his marksmanship but his exceptional abilities (improved reflexes and heightened hand-eye coordination) make him considerably more effective with ranged weaponry than most.

■ Knowledge of Art history and practise ■
Before developing his abilities, the subject attended a university course in art history and practise. His education has since been interrupted but he continues to use painting and illustrating to express himself here at the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy.

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◄ Mental Evaluation ►

The subject has displayed considerable interpersonal skills, making friends easily and with multiple different personality types. He is well liked around the base, in part because he is outgoing and adventurous but mostly because the subject seems to take genuine pleasure in getting to know and help those around him. Recorded interactions with his trainers, colleagues and even personnel around the academy have revealed that subject not only makes friends but keeps them. Team building exercises have shown him to be a classic 'facilitator', going out of his way to make sure each person is enjoying themselves and being constructive.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the subject has a positive outlook on life and is in robust mental health. He terms this as 'taking each day as it comes' but the evaluator's description would be that the subject has a finely honed sense of the important and unimportant. He copes with failures by rationalising how vital they are to his wellbeing and continued success in his training, a very healthy method. Similarly, he unconsciously shares his victories, likely to make sure that they do not blind him to what he needs to do. This way of approaching life allows the subject to remain motivated on a day-to-day basis and to maintain a large number of interpersonal relationships. In short, the subject is ideal for acting in a team environment.

◄ Physical Evaluation ►

The subject is in good physical health, not least thanks to the increased metabolism of his improving system. This, combined with his training, is rapidly building his muscle mass from its unremarkable state upon arriving here. Before, he says his only excise was a bi-weekly jog. Now, he enters into multiple training sessions a day. The subject has taken good care of his appearance, leading to healthy skin, hair and complexion. He has never had a piercing or tattoo, apparently because he doesn't wish to use his body as a canvas for art.

◄ Biography ►

The subject was born in Dublin, in the Republic of Ireland, to a pair of academics, one who taught English Literature and the other History. He received a childhood full of education, being home-schooled by his parents until the age of fifteen. What is interesting to observe is that the subject did very little emotional growing in this time, following the work course set by his parents and interacting with other children but rarely. It was with his release into the general student body of a sixth form college that the subject truly bloomed as an individual. He found friends and interests not taught in his home and subsequently ditched many of the courses chosen for him by his parents in favour of liberal arts studies.

The subject's discovery of both his skill and enjoyment of personal interaction seems to have been helped rather than hindered by his long period of seclusion. He appears to treasure every moment spent talking to others, preferring any company to no company, and analyses interactions in a more active way than most people ever encountered by this examiner. Indeed, this quality makes examining the subject a trial, at times, for his habit of examining the examiner and examinations makes it harder to form accurate impressions or descriptions of him. This may also explain some of the reason for his dislike of the more grounded, concrete subjects; mathematics, the natural sciences and so on. He associates these times with the period of his life spent without the company of peers and therefore avoid them. Obviously, he associates the arts with his first taste of freedom and is drawn to them.

The subject was pursuing a further education in this field right up until the events that brought him to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention. He was struck by a car on his way to his classes, the impact breaking many of his bones and destroying his bicycle. But when he was brought into the hospital, they found that his injuries were healing at an extremely unusual rate, nearly twice that of similar cases. While this would normally not be enough to warrant the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., one of the senior doctors at the hospital in question once served with Agent [REDACTED] in [REDACTED] and decided to make his friend aware of the existence of what seemed to be an enhanced or abnormal individual. S.H.I.E.L.D. arranged to covertly study the operative and detected a range of abilities that seemed to be increasing apace. It was around this time that the subject was formally recruited to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.

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◄ Likes ►

▲ People, whatever the shape or size.
▲ Art, in all its myriad forms.
▲ Conversation, the back and forth of chat.
▲ Salty foods, fish 'n' chips a favourite.
▲ Loud music, classic rock for preference.

◄ Dislikes ►

▼ Loneliness, any company is better than no company.
▼ Calculations, no room for interpretation.
▼ Sweet foods, or drinks for that matter.
▼ Alcohol, never liked the taste.
▼ Driving, bad experiences in the past.

◄ Miscellaneous ►

The subject was once part of a punk band called 'Safety Punch' for several weeks.