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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Campus Grounds ↛ Ares Colloseum
Interactions: Ariana @Dirty Pretty Lies}

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You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches

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"Bye, Daddy! Love you!" The sickly sweet tone that slipped out of none other than the ice queen of Olympus Academy's lips was one that she had made absolutely sure that no one else had heard. Just like how she was making absolutely sure that her father would leave the premises as fast as possible. It wasn't as if she was embarrassed to be seen with him - of course she wasn't - she just wasn't quite up to explaining every single non-mundane thing her father laid his eyes on for the next hour. And that would be a lot, considering the fact that she was being dropped off at a school for Demigods.

So hence was the reason why she was leaning into the window of her father's Aston Martin, dimpling and blowing kisses as she said her farewells. A tug of sadness threatened to show on her features, but she pushed it away. She hardly ever saw her father anymore. She still spent her summers with Hera, learning all there was to learn about being a 'princess of Olympus', and the majority of the rest of her time here, at the Academy. So the little time she had to spend with her Dad was precious, to say the least. That sadness was nothing compared to the relief she felt upon setting foot on the grounds of the Academy again, however. She was finally free to relax, and not have to worry about hiding her powers, or impressing her mother. Now she could just...be.

"Well, make sure you say hello to Ariana for me. Are you sure she isn't here yet?"

It was all Lyra could do not to roll her eyes. Of course her father loved Ariana, her best friend here, like any male would. However it was less so as an admirer and more of a father-daughter kind of love. She suspected it was because she and Ariana were so similar on that front - spoilt little daddy's girls that just had to flutter their eyelashes to get what they wanted. Truth be told, she had no idea if the daughter of Aphrodite was here yet, she had just twisted the truth a little to stop her father from making it his mission to find the girl and say hi. She made a mental note to herself to text Ariana as soon as her father was out of sight.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now you go now - you're holding up traffic." The blonde gestured to the growing line of cars that was beginning to form behind the Aston Martin - some with some very disgruntled-looking drivers.

Lyra allowed her father to say nothing else before she leaned in, gave him a brisk peck on the cheek, picked up her bags and walked away. She was never one for goodbyes, something she knew she had inherited from her mother. Their farewells were always a sight to behold indeed - a handshake, brief air kisses and a glimmer of a smile and then that was them for another year. It wasn't the warmest of exchanges, but it worked for them; much like the majority of their relationship.

To: Ariana 💋

I'm back, bish. Missed ur pretty face. Where u at?

Her thumbs darted over the screen of the phone in her hand as she tapped out a quick massage to Ariana, ignoring the protests of those whose paths she blocked as she stopped in the middle of the walkway. She merely had to glance up from the screen with her icy gaze to get them to shut up, realising exactly who she was and all of the trouble that would come with getting on her bad side. She only really moved once they had all been ordered to file into the Ares Colosseum for some assembly of sorts. Strange.

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Lyra recognised one or two faces once she reached the Colosseum, and continued to scan the crowd for anyone she recognised even as the camp staff addressed everyone. In fact, she only really started to listen once her name was called, to which she finally perked up a little straighter. Maybe she was finally getting some of the recognition she deserved around here. It was only when her eyes landed on who else she was left in the Colosseum with that her shoulders sagged in disappointment. Maybe not. She did not fail to notice that Ariana was also one of the chosen few, which provided her with some relief. At least she wouldn't be completely alone.

It took all she could not to just get up and walk out of the place when Akani Kahale began to talk. If there was one thing she hated about this place, it was the adults trying and failing to connect with the students. Her mother had always made it clear to her that children should never go around acting like adults, and even moreso vice versa. Instead of just leaving like she so wanted to do, however, Lyra merely curled her lip up in disgust and let out a exasperated sigh. As if this situation could get any worse.

Oh god. It just did. She had been paired with a child of Hades. And not just a child of Hades, no, it was a son of Hades. Ian Rivers. Glancing up from the sheet she had been given, it was quite clear to anyone who happened to be looking that Lyra was not happy with these arrangements. It wasn't just the fact that her roommate was a child of Hades, she thought to herself as her gaze landed on that of Marcella Bonaparte, who seemed to be at least a little fun; it was the fact that he seemed so dreadfully weird. Someone Lyra would not be caught dead with in any other situation.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

She cared very little, as per usual, for the feelings she might be hurting for being so against such a match, and allowed a scowl to deepen on her usually-angelic features with her lips pressed into a cold, hard line. This was so not the start of the year she had been hoping for. She needed to vent, and who else would be better to vent to than her own bitchy, self-obsessed best friend?

Promptly letting go of the room sheet and letting it fall to the ground without even casting a glance towards it, Lyra stomped over to the one person she knew would understand how bloody inconvenient this all was. She hardly even had to look to spot the ridiculously glossy hair of the one and only Ariana Mossos, and only had to brush past a few people to get to her. She would have probably paid more attention to the mention of a party if she wasn't so fixated on getting this off her chest. Of course Dallas Relo would be having a party. He always did. And she would most certainly be going - invited or not.

"Did you see who they've paired me with?!" Greetings were not on the table right now. Surely Ariana understood the dilemma she was in.

"Ian Rivers?! I've hardly even met the guy! He terrifies me, Ari! What if he possesses me? I'll tell you what, I am phoning my father right this instant! He wouldn't stand for this." Finally stopping to take a breath, the anger on Lyra's face melted away into one of amusement.

"Phew." She chuckled. To anyone watching, she most likely seemed to be some kind of a lunatic - but she now felt considerably better. Ian Rivers didn't seem too bad. A little quiet, maybe, but definitely not the worst.

"So, how was your summer without me? Dreadful?"

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Altered Tundra here's my girl, hope she's ok! of course, I'm totally up for editing anything that doesn't quite fit in/add up.

Lyra Woods, Daughter of Hera

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"Know your own happiness." - Jane Austen

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_Name

Lyra Woods

_Age

Twenty years old.

3rd February

_Gender

Female.

_{Sexual Orientation}

In the simplest terms, pansexual. She doesn't care for labels, though. She likes who she likes.

_Ethnicity

50% Greek. 25% Norwegian. 25% English.

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

Four.

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"I live where the sky ends, yup, you know this." — Hard, Rihanna.

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_Appearance

Lyra stands, willowy and tall, at 5 foot 8 inches. Her figure is athletic and graceful, with her movements being noticeably more fluid than your average girl. Ever heard of a clumsy daughter of Hera? Didn't think so. The first thing people tend to notice are Lyra's eyes - icy and analysing with a distinct coolness to them that seems almost other-worldly. Almost. The expressions she makes with her face tend to ruin this tranquil impression. Lyra certainly does not hide what she feels.

Cool-toned blonde hair reaches a little ways past her shoulders often in soft waves with at least part of it pulled back out of her face - to ensure that she has nothing in the way of her and her target, of course. Despite the fact that she inherited her father's eyes and hair, Lyra's features, in general, are rather attractive and, according to her father, distinctly similar to that of her mother's. She has a tattoo of the Lyra constellation behind her left ear, and her ears pierced twice on each ear. She does not tend to wear a lot of makeup - sticking instead to a thin coat of mascara, eyeliner and lipgloss every now and again. She always ensures she looks put-together and presentable. Her fashion sense is trendy, yet practical, and she leans towards lighter, pastel clothing and has a particular fondness for golden bracelets. She is never seen not wearing the simple necklace around her neck adorned with the engraving of a peacock's feather.

_Personality

Passionate ♕ Insecure ♕ Warm-hearted ♕ Demanding

Try as she might to defy against it, Lyra is very much the daughter of Hera. Devoted with an almost blind intensity to what she cares about, Lyra will allow nothing to get in the way of what she wants. She is opinionated, outspoken and perhaps a little harsh at times with her witty, dry humour, which tends to cause a lot of people to dislike her. Before they get to know her, most will regard her as the flippant, self-obsessed demigod 'princess' that everyone labels her as being. If only they could see past that side of her.

Beyond the self-interest and uppity mannerisms, it is clear that Lyra has a golden heart. She tries to see the good in people - even when there's not much there. Many have found that she is particularly talented in the art of bringing out what is best in others. People see not just Lyra, but also themselves, in a new light as they get to know her. She can be charismatic, bubbly and a delight to be around if you give her a chance, hard as it may be.

She has found that she is very good at being right. If she has an incline towards something, more often than not it'll prove itself to be true. So if she doesn't like you straight off the bat, then it will be very difficult indeed to get her to turn that around. This issue with trust stems from a dark sense of insecurity Lyra possesses - one not uncommon within her bloodline. She becomes jealous very easily, which often comes down to her not feeling good enough. It is an aspect of herself that she tries to push away, however it always seems to pop right back at the worst of times. It is the only time you will see her truly angry - when she is jealous. It's not pretty, and she knows it, but it's somewhat reasonable to insist that she's worth that particular downside.

_History

Jason Woods was a popular, rich CEO of some major corporation in London when Hera sauntered into his life - eyes alight with purpose and fixed on him and him only. All she needed to do was bat her eyelashes and he dropped everything for her. This woman was the real deal - not like those gold-digging desperate girls that would 'accidentally' bump into him in the club. She was marriage material. At least, that was what she convinced him with her matter-of-fact, silken tone as he gave her the key to his fancy flat, and the key to his heart. Truth be told, Hera had been tired of learning of all the girls Zeus was sleeping around with. She had been sick of punishing them, so instead decided to punish him. So she set her sights on one of the most powerful young men in Britain and turned his world upside down.

They had a brief affair - nothing more than a few months - but it was enough to get Jason to pack his bags, quit his job and move to the States with her. It wasn't as if he was utterly helpless when she left - a millionaire with a big enough house to himself in a nice area. he was heart broken, though. Young Jason Woods, the playboy, heartbroken by the Goddess of Marriage. He heard nothing from her for nine months. Then came a little blue-eyed baby in a basket with a note saying something along the lines of: 'her name is Lyra and she's yours. She will spend her summers with me. Take care of her.' It was definitely from Hera. If the gold calligraphy it had been written in didn't give it away, then the abrupt tone of it was surely enough.

And so Lyra spent the majority of her childhood being spoilt rotten by her father, who thought the world of her, and having it 'corrected' by her Goddess mother every summer. She attended private school, where she was, of course, queen bee until she was sixteen. She had never really been interested in relationships by that point - a casual hookup every now and again was just enough to keep her from getting bored.

In an attempt to make her daughter's life a little simpler, Hera made sure that Lyra knew she was special from a very young age. By the age of nine, her mother had managed to coax out two of her three main abilities - much to the dismay of her father, for one Christmas when he suggested to nine-year-old Lyra that she should leave out cookies for Santa, she just raised a brow skeptically and asked: "Do you really expect me to believe that, daddy?" And such was the way of life for Lyra; she had a somewhat limited imagination as a child, for she could see through everything around her that wasn't real. Jason argued that the magic of her childhood was being taken away from her, while her mother merely rolled her eyes at such a suggestion and told her daughter to sit up straighter.

From such a strange upbringing blossomed a prim and proper young lady, who was promptly carted off to Olympus Academy by her mother. Hera had warned her daughter that she would hate the place at first, and she was right - Lyra had detested the fact that she was no longer the only special one. But slowly, and gradually, she became a part of the Academy more than she had become a part of anywhere before. It was midway through her second year that she discovered her ability to bless and curse relationships. Some daughter of Aphrodite had told her that her hair looked dry, so seventeen year old Lyra had went to bed that night and wished that Aphrodite girl would never find love. Of course, she was not nearly powerful enough to be able to pull off a stunt like that, but the girl had nonetheless caught her boyfriend cheating on her the next day.

Lyra had been happy at first with this revelation; however, upon passing the girl sobbing in the toilets, she began to feel something she hadn't been taught to feel by her mother ever before. Guilt. It was Olympus Academy that really brought out the heart of gold in Lyra. She did not strengthen in quite the way Hera had planned, but instead in so many other, better ways.

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"I’m not gonna lie; breathtaking as she was, she scared the hell out of me. You know the one of the last times I saw her - once she left, I mean - I actually thanked her? She walked all over me with her high heels and I bloody thanked her. " — Jason Woods

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_{Godly Parent}

Hera

Goddess of Marriage and the Queen of Olympus

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

Over the years, Hera has made it very difficult for Lyra to love her, per say. Throughout the time spent with her mother, Lyra was being taught lesson after lesson on how to be a proper lady, wife and to look the part. For a while she despised her mother for this. Instead of the cuddles and kisses she saw every other child being showered in, she would be given an approving nod of the head or a glimmering smile if she was lucky. However, as she grew older, she began to see the value in Hera's lessons, tough as they were, and started to actually listen. Their relationship developed from frosty, to civil, to tender. They grew to become a formidable pair - the vengeful mother and daughter with impeccable manners.

_{Demigod Abilities}

she's a life-ruiner. she ruins people's lives. Perhaps the cruelest of Lyra's abilities, and the one she's only ever used once, accidentally, is her ability to bless or curse a relationship. She can influence their temperments towards each other, their temptation to cheat on the other and also, to a degree, how much they think they love their partner. The effects of her influence typically do not last forever, however tend to last just long enough for even marriages to crumble or strengthen. On a similar note, she can also detect the status of a couple's relationship - if you're lovers with someone and don't want anyone to know, then you better get on Lyra's good side.

fool me once, shame on you. Lyra is able to detect, to an extent, when she is being tricked or lied to. It's not as if the liars have a big sign above their head saying 'I'm lying', she is just extremely good at picking up on little signs that someone is not being fully honest. For example, deductions such as the twitching of an eye or lack of eye contact are obvious signs to her that someone is trying to fool her. However, she has found that this ability is severely limited while she is in the presence of children of Hermes, since they tend to be natural born tricksters. Hence the reason why she is very skeptical and is always analysing and scrutinising everyone. Additionally, she is also very skilled at predicting what her opponent is planning on doing within a battle - she can pretty much solidly predict every move they make. Unless they change their mind a millisecond before, of course.

girl power. Lyra has she ability to heal any external wounds on a female, but not a man. Try as she might, it's just never worked on the male species. She merely has to pass a hand over the injury and the healing process is accelarated greatly, and within minutes, there should be nothing but a scar left. Depending on the severity of the wound, this ability can be extremely draining for Lyra. If a woman has been stabbed multiple times in the stomach, she can, technically, heal them, but it has the potential to almost kill her with exhaustion. The closer to death they are, then the harder it is for Lyra to help them. She has not had a chance to fully explore the limitations of this ability - for example, who it can necessarily work on under the 'female' label. She has discovered that this ability also extends to female animals, but she has only ever tried it with small rodents such as squirrels and birds.

_{Rachel Skarsten | F0E68C}

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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Rule the World (OPEN ME!) Casual - Advanced Partners Wanted

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This is 1920. The year of prohibition. Crime and corruption has ruled the streets for decades now - your loyalties are with one gang and one gang only. Everyone else is your enemy. Do not trust anyone. If someone so much as hears you whisper the name of this family, then you will die. You hear me?

Do not misunderstand me. The blood that runs through your veins should not make you ashamed. It is precious - it is the blood of royalty. That does not mean that people will not hesitate to spill it, though. Be clever. Be sharp. Stay one step ahead of them, always. The deadliest weapon you own is your wit. A gun will not make people trust you, and a knife cannot deceive. Only you and your mind are capable of that. Remember. Trust no one. This family will protect you. You are one of us.

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Okay, I know there's not much here. But I have a splendid idea surrounding gang life in the 1920's-40's kind of era. In fact, I have quite a few ideas. I have multiple storylines ready, characters and settings. Hit me up if you're interested. Wanna know a bit more about me? Check this out.

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