Hey Im Jordan

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Benzaiten, ruler of the flow

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	Awkwafina | #228B22 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ names of deity here ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Much. Benzaiten is the dispenser of luck and wisdom, one of the Seven Lucky Gods, and the ruler of all that flows: music, water, wealth, and time. ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_^namaste

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 P O W E R
P O W E R

^{Benzaiten has control over the flow of all things - once upon a time, this meant a whole lot more. Today? Without effort, she can sort of unclog a pipe. It’s kind of belittling. At least she can still envision the flow. To put it quite simply, Benzaiten sees the world as one big Rube goldberg machine that isn’t quite performing to its maximum potential, and with a bit of effort, she can help it flow a little more cleanly.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{i’ll see you in another life, brotha}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{woman of science vs woman of faith}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ There was once a five-headed dragon named Gozuru who terrorized the locals who lived in its part of Japan, near the sea. When a beautiful maiden descended from the sky, a mysterious island rose from the sea. The beautiful maiden was the benevolent goddess Benzaiten, and she made the island her home. When the dragon laid eyes on her, he was immediately enamored by her. Foolishly, the dragon fell deeply in love with her, and asked for her hand in marriage. The goddess laughed in his face and rejected him almost immediately. Why, she asked, would she give her hand in marriage to a monster who had tormented the locals in her new home? Gozuru had no answer for her, and he changed his ways the very next day. He became her pet, and the powerful protector of the area. Benzaiten set up her home there, and decided she would only leave if she had no other choice. Impressed by the way she had tamed a dragon almost effortlessly, Benzaiten quickly became the patron goddess of female entertainers, and they came to her island often. She taught them about the flow of love, and how they could use it to their advantage. The cave she had taken up as home became a shrine dedicated to her, with a pool of water that followers wash their money into to this day. It is said that if you do so, Benzaiten will bless you, and double your money and send you and your family into a long era of prosperity. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Benzaiten took the Fall in stride. It didn’t make much difference to her, she had been living with a steady flow of mortals on her island for so long that she didn’t see a change in becoming a mortal. Of course, her followers didn’t see it the same way; without her powers, they hardly believed she had ever been their goddess. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They thought she had somehow killed their goddess and taken her place. Bidding farewell to the land, Benzaiten had to sadly live the place she had called home for an eternity. Saddened by her departure, Gozuru died - and his body became the hills around the island. Benzaiten had it a little bit more difficult than she’d expected. Luckily, it was only a few years before she ran into a crazy lady who called herself a witch while she was traveling around the world. That woman introduced her to Benzaiten’s longest term vice: marijuana. After that, Benzaiten committed to exploring and sharing the plant with others. At one point, she met a young man named Buddha. Benzaiten spent a lot of time with him, listening to the things he had to say and smoking enough weed to melt the ozone years before the automobile had ever been invented. Though she knew a lot of what he preached was bullshit, she couldn’t help but admit he had some cool ideas. The path to absolute Nirvana? Reincarnation? She was with it - and since those days, she has preached Buddhism wherever possible. In the last 70s, she found her way to the United States: Engelwood, New Jersey. There, she met a pair of young men named Michael Write and Henry Jackson. She hung out with them for a bit, and it was after a particularly long smoke session that Benzaiten was able to help them work out their flow, and Rapper’s Delight was born. She loved the music the pair made, and she wandered around the country smoking and working with lots of different hip hop artists over the years, helping them when she could - though some hardly needed her. She became something of a myth in that community; it was said that if you met a woman who talked too much about Buddhism, and smoked with her, you were sure to release a historic album. In her most recent years, she’s taken up residence in Seattle - traveling to and from for the fruit was starting to become a huge pain in the ass. She can most often be on the beach, in a straw hat, with a pipe in one hand, a beer in the other, and a surfboard tucked under her arm. Sometimes, she smiles, and wonders if Buddha knows she’s found her personal Nirvana. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Benzaiten just wants to hold onto the peace she’s found, and never ever let it go. Even if that means staying as a ‘mortal’ forever. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Someone needing her help, or interfering with the peaceful serenity she’s found.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Daniel Helmsley

▲ Metal Man

Daniel Brian Helmsley

^{Nickname(s): Danny Boy}

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.

– Gordon Gecko

╟ January 1st (22) || White || Alpha Male || The Metal Man does not limit himself to such petty illusions as labels || Bisexual || Single and really needs a partner to keep him humble ╢

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

|| Written test || This shit be coming to me too easy, bro. See, the thing is my psycho dad had me studying this shit from the moment I could walk and talk. He was like ‘Danny, one day you’re going to decimate the super world.’ And I was like, dude, what? I’m fucking six years old, why do you have me studying shit like the Supes in world wars? Whatever. Anyway, just call me Easy A. || Unfortunately, Mr. Helmsley did indeed ace the test. Trust me, we’re just as disappointed about it as you are.

|| Practical test || I got this super act down to a T. Arrive, save the day, smile and wave. || Though the young Mr. Helmsley was somewhat focused on the way he looked and was received more than doing a good job… he did succeed in the end.

|| Written essay topic || This is where the fun began! See, I have to convince the people who are reading my tests that I actually want to be a superhero. Which is like, I do… but what I really want is all the money and the fame. Pops is in jail these days, and look, the Supreme clothing does not come cheap. || He wrote about how you can live a better life by being a hero rather than a villain. There was some clear passion here, though his methods seem a little… misguided.

|| Video supplement || “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘why oh why would we let the son of public enemy number one come to our fancy pants little academy?’ Let me answer that question for you: You ever watched an anime before? Everyone goes nuts for the guy with the bad guy origins who turns out to be a good guy. And guess what? That’s me. I become a hero, I overcome the expectations and trials of who my dad is and boom. Instant star. I make a bunch of money, the companies make a bunch of money… everyone’s happy.” || Dammit he’s right.

S C H O O L

Crestview College → Crystal Peak

Y E A R

Senior

O C C U P A T I O N

Danny Boy has no time to work a job because Danny Boy has too much fucking schoolwork to do.

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

Cypress Apartments

I N T E R N S H I P S

Has not had an internship, but also has (perhaps unsurprisingly) not looked for one.

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Danny had a bit of a struggle with the whole ‘son of a supervillain’ thing, but he knew that would happen going in. It’ll be part of his reputation all his life, and it’s something he plans on using to make himself a popular supe. Gotta keep the money flowing.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Danny Boy here can turn himself into metal. While in his metal form, Danny has increased speed, strength, and massively increased durability. He reckons he’s invincible, and he’s yet to run into anything that can punch him hard enough to make him think otherwise. KO’d, sure once or twice (Fuckin’ Dog Day packs a punch, bro.), but he’s never had anything broken while in the metal form. He’s pretty confident he can get even harder too, but he hasn’t tried too hard.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Danny can only hold the metal form for a few hours at a time, and if he’s knocked out, the metal goes bye bye and so does his face if someone follows through. He’s also extremely heavy while in it, making it difficult for him to be driven or flown around. Extreme heat also fucks with him and makes it difficult to focus and maintain a metal form.

Overall, it’s a pretty simple, but fairly flashy power.

C O M B A T

Danny Boy here’s a bit of brawler. He can throw hands with the best of them, and take more than a few punches himself - both in his metal form and out of it. Ultimately though, on the battlefield, he’s a tank. Smack-talker Skywalker, Danny drags the attention of the enemies and dares them to try and take him down, and waits for the Boys to swoop in and handle business for him. It works out.

He’s also obsessed with the idea of team up moves, and tries to make some that work for himself and all of his buddies. It’s a work in progress, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t work out in the end.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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

• Hair: Brown Blonde Type Beat | Curly? Straight? Who knows. | Messy. Whatever’s convenient. He’s lazy, okay?
• Eyes: Blue Green
• Height: 6’3” (7’ in his metal form)
• Body Type: Positively shredded, it’s like the guy eats nothing but protein. Also quite shiny in his metal form.
• Clothing Style: Danny wears the kind of clothes one might expect from the heir to a mega-fortune. Designer names and tags from head to toe.
• Makeup Wise: Danny paints his nails sometimes, thinks it looks super-fire. He used to be a make-up test dummy for his sisters and never really grew out of painting the nails.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

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

Dude. When you turn into a giant metal monster, spandex is your friend. I got a pair of stretchy spandex shorts that I wear when I’m up to those daring dos, and that’s fuckin’ it. They’re grey.

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

• Cocky
• Melodramatic
• Drama King
• Stupidly loyal
• Headstrong
• Never shuts up
• The man with a plan

F E A R S

His motherfuckin’ dad breakin’ out of prison and demanding to know what the fuck he’s doing in a super hero college.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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

Christopher Helmsley, Father: Currently Incarcerated at Carceris Island. Seems to still be running his criminal empire from the comfort of his cell, much to the frustration of authorities.
Bianca Helmsley, Mother
Sofia Helmsley, Older sister
Ryan Helmsley, Older brother

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

Danny is besties with the Boys. The Lads. The Crew. His people.
Danny has little to no strong feelings at this time toward the others.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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

Daniel Helmsley was born in California to Christopher and Bianca Helmsley, their youngest child. In his early years, Daniel was expected to learn about the superhero society that Christopher longed to one day control. Unfortunately for Daniel, he had gotten rather unlucky with his heritage; his father was the head of a longstanding, massive criminal empire that spanned across the entire world, and to top it all off… Christopher is a bit of a control freak.

Up until the very first day of his junior year of high school, when Christopher was taken in by Sentinel and his team, Daniel felt like he had no choice but to do exactly what his dad wanted him to. That was what everyone else in the family did, so how could he be any different?

Once his dad was in prison though… things kind of changed for him. There was no overbearing force breathing down his neck and telling him that he existed to further the cause of the family’s empire, or that it was his birthright to head the organization… there was really nothing, other than listening to his mother cry every night. (Dude, it’s been like four years and she’s still crying.)

In his senior year, Daniel came up with his master plan. If he could get into Super society, then he figured he had the perfect storyline to make a hundred movies, sell a thousand bucks, and most importantly: make himself his own goddamn money. After he’d gotten old enough to realize the kind of things his father got up, Daniel had decided he’d become a self-made man.

Or, at least a partially self-made man. He wasn’t about to be the type to say no to a small loan of a million dollars, or the credit cards his mother still paid off with the income from the legitimate businesses she and her husband had owned. Eventually, Daniel would make it on his own, but he’d take his sweet time getting there.

He spent most of his junior year and all of his senior year preparing for his master plan. The work he did with his father was given new life and new direction, and by the time he graduated high school his master plan was ready to be put in motion…

And then after he put in his application, he got sent to Crestview instead of Crystal Peak. He’s still reeling with disappointment in himself.

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Daniel Sherman, F77EE9
His hobbies include:
Smoking weed
Drinking booze
Playing NBA 2k
Coloring books
Painting his nails
Trying to convince D-Day that his beast form would look sweet with a big ol’ purple bow
Shopping

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Michael Stroud

▲ Undecided

Michael Andrew Stroud

^{Nickname(s): Mike, his parents call him Mikey; unsure if he likes either of these, prefers Michael}

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil. _{– Hub}

╟ March 15, (20) || Caucasian || Male || Agnostic, Registered Democrat || Bisexual? He has to try both ways to decide || Has Never Been Kissed ╢

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

|| Written test || “I have spent my entire life practicing for this test. Getting into Crystal Peak has been what my life has revolved around for as long as I can remember… so, you’d think I’d ace it, right? I got a 65%. Please don’t tell my mom.” || While Mr. Stroud’s essay answers on history leave something to be desired, and his problem solving methods aren’t always what we would consider ‘ideal,’ it’s notable that he excelled in the leadership and morality parts of the exam.

|| Practical test || “I guess this test is different for everyone. I thought it was going to be like… ‘show us your power!’ type of experience, but it wasn’t. The teacher and I did some weird game where they played bad guys, and I had to stop them and protect some civilians. They laughed at me when I tried to talk them down.” || After reading his written test and essay, it’s a lot less surprising that Mr. Stroud attempted to talk the ‘villains’ in his scenario down from their plots of evil. He managed to hold them at bay and attempt his conversation for a good six minutes before the risk to civilians was too great, and he put a stop to it. Admirable young man.

|| Written essay topic || “It’s kind of personal, isn’t it?” || Mr. Stroud’s essay details an encounter he had with a person in New York City. Though powerless, Mr. Stroud describes this person as one of his biggest role models, and talks about how most of the world’s heroes could learn a thing or two from him.

|| Video supplement || “I really have to do this part? This seems a little… uhm, pretentious?”

Michael Stroud stares into the camera in what appears to be his bedroom. There’s a long pause, as the clearly exasperated young man tries to find the words he wants to say. How does one sell themselves to a college as prestigious as Crystal Peak? He should have written a script. Eventually, he speaks. “...I just want to help people.” Another pause, this one more brief. “Is that good enough?”

“Yeah, Mikey. That’ll work.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak all the way

Y E A R

Freshmen

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

Almighty

O C C U P A T I O N

While not a paying job, Michael spends a lot of time in NYC working as a volunteer, often at soup kitchens or animal shelters. For money, he receives an allowance from his parents

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

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

I N T E R N S H I P S

Took one year after high school to work closely with Sentinel and the Coalition - Sentinel pushed for this, tough guy to say no to.

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

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Michael has been in the public eye for a while. Given who his parents are, it would have been impossible for him to not be, but coupled with the officially unofficial internship he has been working, people know who he is. It doesn’t help that he's selected neither a look nor a hero name.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Superhuman Strength: Michael possesses inhuman strength. So strong, in fact, that it’s been ingrained in him that the world around him is one of cardboard; he has to hold back for the safety of everyone. This strength lends itself to his body as well - he is seemingly indestructible.

Flight: Michael is able to soar through the skies. He is not quite capable of breaking the sound barrier, but is interested in testing the limits of his abilities; something his parents never really let him do.

Heat Vision: Michael can fire freakin’ laser beams from his eyes. They are red, and they are very, very hot.

Super Senses: Michael’s senses are enhanced; i.e., he can hear extremely acutely, smell subtle scents, and his eyes are extra capable of making out fine details.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Michael’s main limitation is his lack of training. He relies too heavily on his natural powers and isn’t refined. Additionally, his mind isn’t exactly well fortified against psychic attacks. His super senses are often more of a hindrance than a boon; his super hearing can make it hard for him to concentrate — and picking out what noises he wants to hear vs doesn’t can be quite difficult at times, and loud noises can stunlock him somewhat. Adjusting to different levels of brightness can take longer

Finally, and perhaps most importantly: he is deathly allergic to peaches. Being in too close of proximity to one can cause his powers to falter and him to lose his abilities. Consuming one could be fatal - he’s only had one in his entire life, and his parents thought they’d lost him that day.

Georgia isn’t too high on his superhero’ing dream spots.

C O M B A T

Still has a lot of work to do. Currently coasts on his sizable abilities, but could easily be outsmarted or outplayed.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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

• Hair: Color | Type | How it's usually styled or worn
• Eyes: Color
• Height: In feet and inches
• Body Type: Figure, build, etc.
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Makeup Wise: If applicable. If not feel free to delete.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory

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

As yet undecided. He tried out a few different looks during his time with the Coalition. He knows he wants a cape.

He wants a cape so badly.

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

IAt first glance, it can be difficult to find flaws in Michael Stroud. He has been raised to be humble, gentle, and selfless person. For as long as he can remember, he’s been taught that his powers make him different but not better than other people. Resolutely noble, Michael has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong. He believes that there is good in every heart, and that it is up to the individual to better themselves to better everyone else around them. He holds himself to an extremely high standard, and he uses his powers to help other people because it is the right thing to do.

Beneath that, though? Michael is naive. He believes so strongly in his own values that he simply takes the rest of the world at face value, and believes everyone - especially his fellow Supes - hold the same values as close to heart as he does. He is a deeply trusting person, and easy to take advantage of. Michael is also surprisingly sheltered, given the life he’s lived so far. It was important to both of his parents that he not be exposed to certain parts of the world, and while it’s worked, it remains to be seen how he will handle the world on his own.

There is a lot of pressure riding on his shoulders, as he’s been told for a long time by his family that he is going to be the greatest superhero the world has ever seen. The stress of living up to that expectation often keeps him up at night.

F E A R S

That he won’t be able to live up to the heavy expectations laid on his shoulders.
Often has nightmares about his very early childhood, before he was adopted by Nathaniel and Serenity Stroud. He doesn’t know details and to be frank he isn’t interested in looking into it.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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

Nathaniel Stroud: Michael’s adoptive father. A superhero by the name of Sentinel, Nathaniel leads the Coalition; Bechtel International’s premier superhero team.
Serenity Stroud: Michael’s adoptive mother. A superhero by the name of Barrage, she is a member of the Coalition with her husband.
Raelynn Stroud: His elder sister. Has a similar explosive power to her mother. Michael likes her, but thinks she goes a little extra sometime when apprehending a criminal.

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

Anthony ‘Tony’ Capello: The subject of Michael’s written essay in his entrance exam. Tony is a powerless man who lives in New York City. Along with his wife, he runs a charitable organization that functions as a soup kitchen and homeless shelter. Michael can often be found helping out there. Michael considers Tony to be one of the most selfless people he knows, and a big reason why he doesn’t believe Gifts make you better than an ungifted person.
Nemo: Purchased as a puppy for him on his 7th birthday, Michale named the golden retriever after his favorite movie. They are best friends, and Michael has already set up a routine with his mother so he can check on his dog before he goes to sleep every evening.

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

For almost the entire first year of his life Michael was a nameless John Doe in a Cashmore Global lab. He had been taken away from his family by the company when they learned that he had manifested powers out of nowhere. Born to parents who were nothing, the young child had no right to power in the eyes of Cashmore Global, and they were going to find out how he’d gotten them. Shortly after he was removed from his parents, his parents were killed in a tragic car accident, and his birth certificate and other information about his family was ‘lost’ in an office move. Essentially, Cashmore Global had their perfect science experiment.

This lasted only eight months, until Sentinel heard about the experimentation being done. Sentinel wouldn’t stand for it, and he was a tough man to bargain with. By the end of that very same day, the baby was coming home with him. By the end of the week, he was adopted and named Michael Stroud. Sentinel would take it upon himself to train the child. Cashmore had agreed, so long as they were allowed weekly sessions with the boy to learn about his growth.

From a very young age, Michael spent long hours training not just with Sentinel, but the other seven members of the Coalition. It wasn’t until he was about twelve that his father told him he wanted him to become the greatest superhero in history. Even back then, Nathaniel seemed to believe that his young son had the power and the potential to save everyone.

Michael was a dedicated Boy Scout through all of his youth, and became an Eagle Scout before graduating. His father suggested it when he was younger as a way to hopefully instill good values in him, and Michael took to it very naturally. After graduating high school, his college of choice had practically already been picked for him: Crystal Peak Academy. Before he went to the Academy though, Sentinel had pulled some strings to make it legally acceptable for Michael to work with him and his team - on smaller missions of course.

Taking a year-long sabbatical, Michael got a feel for heroing and the backstage politics of it. After a year of working at it, Michael already knows he hates that part of the job, and he hopes to find a way that he can work on his own, though he knows his father dreams of him being on the Coalition.

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Logan Shroyer, 89cff0

• Michael enjoys camping
• Michael struggles with sleeping. His mind races often, and he can be found hovering above the Coalition’s tower - or, these days, hovering above the Crystal Peak Academy.
• Michael is a warm and accepting person, but his naivety may make it a bit difficult for him to find friends among his peers.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Michael Stroud

▲ Undecided

Michael Andrew Stroud

^{Nickname(s): Mike, his parents call him Mikey; unsure if he likes either of these, prefers Michael}

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil. _{– Hub}

╟ March 15, (20) || Caucasian || Male || Agnostic, Registered Democrat || Bisexual? He has to try both ways to decide || Has Never Been Kissed ╢

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

|| Written test || “I have spent my entire life practicing for this test. Getting into Crystal Peak has been what my life has revolved around for as long as I can remember… so, you’d think I’d ace it, right? I got a 65%. Please don’t tell my mom.” || While Mr. Stroud’s essay answers on history leave something to be desired, and his problem solving methods aren’t always what we would consider ‘ideal,’ it’s notable that he excelled in the leadership and morality parts of the exam.

|| Practical test || “I guess this test is different for everyone. I thought it was going to be like… ‘show us your power!’ type of experience, but it wasn’t. The teacher and I did some weird game where they played bad guys, and I had to stop them and protect some civilians. They laughed at me when I tried to talk them down.” || After reading his written test and essay, it’s a lot less surprising that Mr. Stroud attempted to talk the ‘villains’ in his scenario down from their plots of evil. He managed to hold them at bay and attempt his conversation for a good six minutes before the risk to civilians was too great, and he put a stop to it. Admirable young man.

|| Written essay topic || “It’s kind of personal, isn’t it?” || Mr. Stroud’s essay details an encounter he had with a person in New York City. Though powerless, Mr. Stroud describes this person as one of his biggest role models, and talks about how most of the world’s heroes could learn a thing or two from him.

|| Video supplement || “I really have to do this part? This seems a little… uhm, pretentious?”

Michael Stroud stares into the camera in what appears to be his bedroom. There’s a long pause, as the clearly exasperated young man tries to find the words he wants to say. How does one sell themselves to a college as prestigious as Crystal Peak? He should have written a script. Eventually, he speaks. “...I just want to help people.” Another pause, this one more brief. “Is that good enough?”

“Yeah, Mikey. That’ll work.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak all the way

Y E A R

Freshmen

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

Almighty

O C C U P A T I O N

While not a paying job, Michael spends a lot of time in NYC working as a volunteer, often at soup kitchens or animal shelters. For money, he receives an allowance from his parents

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

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

I N T E R N S H I P S

Took one year after high school to work closely with Sentinel and the Coalition - Sentinel pushed for this, tough guy to say no to.

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Michael has been in the public eye for a while. Given who his parents are, it would have been impossible for him to not be, but coupled with the officially unofficial internship he has been working, people know who he is. It doesn’t help that he's selected neither a look nor a hero name.

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A B I L I T I E S

Superhuman Strength: Michael possesses inhuman strength. So strong, in fact, that it’s been ingrained in him that the world around him is one of cardboard; he has to hold back for the safety of everyone. This strength lends itself to his body as well - he is seemingly indestructible.

Flight: Michael is able to soar through the skies. He is not quite capable of breaking the sound barrier, but is interested in testing the limits of his abilities; something his parents never really let him do.

Heat Vision: Michael can fire freakin’ laser beams from his eyes. They are red, and they are very, very hot.

Super Senses: Michael’s senses are enhanced; i.e., he can hear extremely acutely, smell subtle scents, and his eyes are extra capable of making out fine details.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Michael’s main limitation is his lack of training. He relies too heavily on his natural powers and isn’t refined. Additionally, his mind isn’t exactly well fortified against psychic attacks. His super senses are often more of a hindrance than a boon; his super hearing can make it hard for him to concentrate — and picking out what noises he wants to hear vs doesn’t can be quite difficult at times, and loud noises can stunlock him somewhat. Adjusting to different levels of brightness can take longer

Finally, and perhaps most importantly: he is deathly allergic to peaches. Being in too close of proximity to one can cause his powers to falter and him to lose his abilities. Consuming one could be fatal - he’s only had one in his entire life, and his parents thought they’d lost him that day.

Georgia isn’t too high on his superhero’ing dream spots.

C O M B A T

Still has a lot of work to do. Currently coasts on his sizable abilities, but could easily be outsmarted or outplayed.

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

• Hair: Color | Type | How it's usually styled or worn
• Eyes: Color
• Height: In feet and inches
• Body Type: Figure, build, etc.
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Makeup Wise: If applicable. If not feel free to delete.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory

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

As yet undecided. He tried out a few different looks during his time with the Coalition. He knows he wants a cape.

He wants a cape so badly.

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

IAt first glance, it can be difficult to find flaws in Michael Stroud. He has been raised to be humble, gentle, and selfless person. For as long as he can remember, he’s been taught that his powers make him different but not better than other people. Resolutely noble, Michael has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong. He believes that there is good in every heart, and that it is up to the individual to better themselves to better everyone else around them. He holds himself to an extremely high standard, and he uses his powers to help other people because it is the right thing to do.

Beneath that, though? Michael is naive. He believes so strongly in his own values that he simply takes the rest of the world at face value, and believes everyone - especially his fellow Supes - hold the same values as close to heart as he does. He is a deeply trusting person, and easy to take advantage of. Michael is also surprisingly sheltered, given the life he’s lived so far. It was important to both of his parents that he not be exposed to certain parts of the world, and while it’s worked, it remains to be seen how he will handle the world on his own.

There is a lot of pressure riding on his shoulders, as he’s been told for a long time by his family that he is going to be the greatest superhero the world has ever seen. The stress of living up to that expectation often keeps him up at night.

F E A R S

That he won’t be able to live up to the heavy expectations laid on his shoulders.
Often has nightmares about his very early childhood, before he was adopted by Nathaniel and Serenity Stroud. He doesn’t know details and to be frank he isn’t interested in looking into it.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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

Nathaniel Stroud: Michael’s adoptive father. A superhero by the name of Sentinel, Nathaniel leads the Coalition; Bechtel International’s premier superhero team.
Serenity Stroud: Michael’s adoptive mother. A superhero by the name of Barrage, she is a member of the Coalition with her husband.
Raelynn Stroud: His elder sister. Has a similar explosive power to her mother. Michael likes her, but thinks she goes a little extra sometime when apprehending a criminal.

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

Anthony ‘Tony’ Capello: The subject of Michael’s written essay in his entrance exam. Tony is a powerless man who lives in New York City. Along with his wife, he runs a charitable organization that functions as a soup kitchen and homeless shelter. Michael can often be found helping out there. Michael considers Tony to be one of the most selfless people he knows, and a big reason why he doesn’t believe Gifts make you better than an ungifted person.
Nemo: Purchased as a puppy for him on his 7th birthday, Michale named the golden retriever after his favorite movie. They are best friends, and Michael has already set up a routine with his mother so he can check on his dog before he goes to sleep every evening.

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

For almost the entire first year of his life Michael was a nameless John Doe in a Cashmore Global lab. He had been taken away from his family by the company when they learned that he had manifested powers out of nowhere. Born to parents who were nothing, the young child had no right to power in the eyes of Cashmore Global, and they were going to find out how he’d gotten them. Shortly after he was removed from his parents, his parents were killed in a tragic car accident, and his birth certificate and other information about his family was ‘lost’ in an office move. Essentially, Cashmore Global had their perfect science experiment.

This lasted only eight months, until Sentinel heard about the experimentation being done. Sentinel wouldn’t stand for it, and he was a tough man to bargain with. By the end of that very same day, the baby was coming home with him. By the end of the week, he was adopted and named Michael Stroud. Sentinel would take it upon himself to train the child. Cashmore had agreed, so long as they were allowed weekly sessions with the boy to learn about his growth.

From a very young age, Michael spent long hours training not just with Sentinel, but the other seven members of the Coalition. It wasn’t until he was about twelve that his father told him he wanted him to become the greatest superhero in history. Even back then, Nathaniel seemed to believe that his young son had the power and the potential to save everyone.

Michael was a dedicated Boy Scout through all of his youth, and became an Eagle Scout before graduating. His father suggested it when he was younger as a way to hopefully instill good values in him, and Michael took to it very naturally. After graduating high school, his college of choice had practically already been picked for him: Crystal Peak Academy. Before he went to the Academy though, Sentinel had pulled some strings to make it legally acceptable for Michael to work with him and his team - on smaller missions of course.

Taking a year-long sabbatical, Michael got a feel for heroing and the backstage politics of it. After a year of working at it, Michael already knows he hates that part of the job, and he hopes to find a way that he can work on his own, though he knows his father dreams of him being on the Coalition.

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Logan Shroyer, 89cff0

• Michael enjoys camping
• Michael struggles with sleeping. His mind races often, and he can be found hovering above the Coalition’s tower - or, these days, hovering above the Crystal Peak Academy.
• Michael is a warm and accepting person, but his naivety may make it a bit difficult for him to find friends among his peers.

Daniel Helmsley

▲ Metal Man

Daniel Brian Helmsley

^{Nickname(s): Danny Boy}

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.

– Gordon Gecko

╟ January 1st (22) || White || Alpha Male || The Metal Man does not limit himself to such petty illusions as labels || Bisexual || Single and really needs a partner to keep him humble ╢

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

|| Written test || This shit be coming to me too easy, bro. See, the thing is my psycho dad had me studying this shit from the moment I could walk and talk. He was like ‘Danny, one day you’re going to decimate the super world.’ And I was like, dude, what? I’m fucking six years old, why do you have me studying shit like the Supes in world wars? Whatever. Anyway, just call me Easy A. || Unfortunately, Mr. Helmsley did indeed ace the test. Trust me, we’re just as disappointed about it as you are.

|| Practical test || I got this super act down to a T. Arrive, save the day, smile and wave. || Though the young Mr. Helmsley was somewhat focused on the way he looked and was received more than doing a good job… he did succeed in the end.

|| Written essay topic || This is where the fun began! See, I have to convince the people who are reading my tests that I actually want to be a superhero. Which is like, I do… but what I really want is all the money and the fame. Pops is in jail these days, and look, the Supreme clothing does not come cheap. || He wrote about how you can live a better life by being a hero rather than a villain. There was some clear passion here, though his methods seem a little… misguided.

|| Video supplement || “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘why oh why would we let the son of public enemy number one come to our fancy pants little academy?’ Let me answer that question for you: You ever watched an anime before? Everyone goes nuts for the guy with the bad guy origins who turns out to be a good guy. And guess what? That’s me. I become a hero, I overcome the expectations and trials of who my dad is and boom. Instant star. I make a bunch of money, the companies make a bunch of money… everyone’s happy.” || Dammit he’s right.

S C H O O L

Crestview College → Crystal Peak

Y E A R

Senior

O C C U P A T I O N

Danny Boy has no time to work a job because Danny Boy has too much fucking schoolwork to do.

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

Cypress Apartments

I N T E R N S H I P S

Has not had an internship, but also has (perhaps unsurprisingly) not looked for one.

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Danny had a bit of a struggle with the whole ‘son of a supervillain’ thing, but he knew that would happen going in. It’ll be part of his reputation all his life, and it’s something he plans on using to make himself a popular supe. Gotta keep the money flowing.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Danny Boy here can turn himself into metal. While in his metal form, Danny has increased speed, strength, and massively increased durability. He reckons he’s invincible, and he’s yet to run into anything that can punch him hard enough to make him think otherwise. KO’d, sure once or twice (Fuckin’ Dog Day packs a punch, bro.), but he’s never had anything broken while in the metal form. He’s pretty confident he can get even harder too, but he hasn’t tried too hard.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Danny can only hold the metal form for a few hours at a time, and if he’s knocked out, the metal goes bye bye and so does his face if someone follows through. He’s also extremely heavy while in it, making it difficult for him to be driven or flown around. Extreme heat also fucks with him and makes it difficult to focus and maintain a metal form.

Overall, it’s a pretty simple, but fairly flashy power.

C O M B A T

Danny Boy here’s a bit of brawler. He can throw hands with the best of them, and take more than a few punches himself - both in his metal form and out of it. Ultimately though, on the battlefield, he’s a tank. Smack-talker Skywalker, Danny drags the attention of the enemies and dares them to try and take him down, and waits for the Boys to swoop in and handle business for him. It works out.

He’s also obsessed with the idea of team up moves, and tries to make some that work for himself and all of his buddies. It’s a work in progress, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t work out in the end.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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

• Hair: Brown Blonde Type Beat | Curly? Straight? Who knows. | Messy. Whatever’s convenient. He’s lazy, okay?
• Eyes: Blue Green
• Height: 6’3” (7’ in his metal form)
• Body Type: Positively shredded, it’s like the guy eats nothing but protein. Also quite shiny in his metal form.
• Clothing Style: Danny wears the kind of clothes one might expect from the heir to a mega-fortune. Designer names and tags from head to toe.
• Makeup Wise: Danny paints his nails sometimes, thinks it looks super-fire. He used to be a make-up test dummy for his sisters and never really grew out of painting the nails.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

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

Dude. When you turn into a giant metal monster, spandex is your friend. I got a pair of stretchy spandex shorts that I wear when I’m up to those daring dos, and that’s fuckin’ it. They’re grey.

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

• Cocky
• Melodramatic
• Drama King
• Stupidly loyal
• Headstrong
• Never shuts up
• The man with a plan

F E A R S

His motherfuckin’ dad breakin’ out of prison and demanding to know what the fuck he’s doing in a super hero college.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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

Christopher Helmsley, Father: Currently Incarcerated at Carceris Island. Seems to still be running his criminal empire from the comfort of his cell, much to the frustration of authorities.
Bianca Helmsley, Mother
Sofia Helmsley, Older sister
Ryan Helmsley, Older brother

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

Danny is besties with the Boys. The Lads. The Crew. His people.
Danny has little to no strong feelings at this time toward the others.

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

Daniel Helmsley was born in California to Christopher and Bianca Helmsley, their youngest child. In his early years, Daniel was expected to learn about the superhero society that Christopher longed to one day control. Unfortunately for Daniel, he had gotten rather unlucky with his heritage; his father was the head of a longstanding, massive criminal empire that spanned across the entire world, and to top it all off… Christopher is a bit of a control freak.

Up until the very first day of his junior year of high school, when Christopher was taken in by Sentinel and his team, Daniel felt like he had no choice but to do exactly what his dad wanted him to. That was what everyone else in the family did, so how could he be any different?

Once his dad was in prison though… things kind of changed for him. There was no overbearing force breathing down his neck and telling him that he existed to further the cause of the family’s empire, or that it was his birthright to head the organization… there was really nothing, other than listening to his mother cry every night. (Dude, it’s been like four years and she’s still crying.)

In his senior year, Daniel came up with his master plan. If he could get into Super society, then he figured he had the perfect storyline to make a hundred movies, sell a thousand bucks, and most importantly: make himself his own goddamn money. After he’d gotten old enough to realize the kind of things his father got up, Daniel had decided he’d become a self-made man.

Or, at least a partially self-made man. He wasn’t about to be the type to say no to a small loan of a million dollars, or the credit cards his mother still paid off with the income from the legitimate businesses she and her husband had owned. Eventually, Daniel would make it on his own, but he’d take his sweet time getting there.

He spent most of his junior year and all of his senior year preparing for his master plan. The work he did with his father was given new life and new direction, and by the time he graduated high school his master plan was ready to be put in motion…

And then after he put in his application, he got sent to Crestview instead of Crystal Peak. He’s still reeling with disappointment in himself.

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Daniel Sherman, F77EE9
His hobbies include:
Smoking weed
Drinking booze
Playing NBA 2k
Coloring books
Painting his nails
Trying to convince D-Day that his beast form would look sweet with a big ol’ purple bow
Shopping

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

_{Location: Valhalla → Seattle
Mentions: Anubis, Persephone
Interactions: Odin @KZOMBI3}

Then.

The ranch was called Valhalla. It was huge, encompassing hundreds of acres of property, including a river, and a pair of mountains and all the vast wilderness inbetween. In Váli’s opinion, it was practically a paradise. It was almost fully self-sustaining, with a massive garden, solar power, and plenty of livestock that Váli and a few of his boys were adept at butchering. Once upon a time, Valhalla had simply been Váli’s private paradise, and in recent years he’d opened its gates by becoming a foster parent.

Even though it was long ago, Váli had vivid memories of growing up with his brothers. There was something to be said about having that brotherhood while growing up, and though it wasn’t always a good time with his siblings, Váli had to believe that they would support each other when they needed it. After all, he only existed to avenge one of his fallen brothers. Baldr, a man he’d never met.

Of course, Váli intended to be a better father figure than Odin ever was. When he was ‘younger’ (it was tough for him to think of a time when he was younger, since he’d grown to adult age in less than a day), Odin hadn’t been the best. In recent times, though, he was doing his best — it of course helped that he was willing to pay for Váli’s home life.

Today was a relaxation day for Váli and his boys; all of them were at a swimming hole together. For the older boys, it was something of a celebration; Dad was leaving for two weeks for his yearly trip to Seattle. Without his supervision, Váli wasn’t sure what they got up to, but he certainly trusted them. As long as they didn’t burn the place down, it would be fine.

For the newest member of the family, an eight year old boy named Eric who’d been removed from an abusive, neglectful family to Valhalla. The adjustment portion was always difficult, but Váli had been through it more than a few times. Though once upon a time, he was a mighty warrior who felled foes without remorse or regret, Váli’s calling these days was helping these boys conquer their fears.

Together, he and the boy were standing on top of the waterfall that filled the swimming hole they’d gathered at. The intention was to jump off of it and into the water below, but Eric was having trouble building up the courage to do so. Váli knelt in front of him. “You’re afraid.” He was the spirit of vengeance, not the spirit of subtlety. Eric stared at him and then gave a small nod, and Váli put a massive hand on the boy’s shoulder. “That’s alright. You are very small, and you’ve been through a lot. Too much, I would say, for someone so small.”

Of course, there was more than just fear. Though he wasn’t sure if the boy even truly knew how he felt, Váli could practically taste the anger and drive for vengeance against those who had treated him poorly in the air. There were healthy ways to deal with feelings like that, and though it had taken Váli a millennia to learn that himself, he wanted to teach it to the boys he brought into his home.

Eric grimaced a bit, and Váli could tell he was somewhat unsure. “But, now is the time to be brave. A start to freeing yourself from those feelings.” Váli rose and stepped backwards, toward the edge of the cliff as he kept his eyes on the boy. “I brought you here because I believe you can do anything and everything. Valhalla is home to men. I won’t come up until you come down.” He gave a two finger salute to the young boy, and took one more step backwards, plunging himself off the cliff and down the waterfall toward the waiting swimming spot at the bottom.

“Hey, wait no!”

Váli could hear the protests of the child as he fell, and the last thing he saw before he hit the water was the boy staring down at him. Was it tough love? Maybe, but Váli didn’t want him to be afraid forever. Jumping off a cliff and into a pool of water was certainly a start, a bit dramatic even, but dramatic was in his blood. He got it from his father, he reckoned.

As the water surrounded him, Váli let himself sink to the bottom of the water, and sat upright on the floor. Once upon a time, Váli would have found the quietness of being underwater unnerving, but these days there was a calming peacefulness to it. He had to partially thank his therapist for the peacefulness he’d found, Váli only learned to let things go because of his sessions with Anubis.

He closed his eyes and thought about how far he’d come. His journey had been a long and arduous one, and it was from the ‘hero’s journey’ he’d read about in the books mortals had written. Nonetheless, Váli was proud of how he was able to keep himself under control.

Váli wasn’t sure how long he sat on the floor of the pool before he could feel the water shift above him as Eric finally landed. His eyes opened and he smiled as he swam upward, catching the child on the way up. When he broke through the water, Eric was held high upon his shoulders. Váli looked up at him and smiled, “And now you’re the king of the moment,” he said as he watched Eric looking at the other boys who were gathered in and around the pool. Some were clapping, some were cheering. Eric had a small, somewhat shy smile on his face, as Váli presented a question to him. “As the king of the moment… you get to decide what we eat tonight. So, what will it be? A feast of steak, or perhaps a lobster dinner?”

Eric was quiet for a few seconds as he considered his options. He wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, where everyone was looking at him and cheering him on. There was really only one thing he could think of that he wanted… “Uhm… Mc..Mcdonald’s?” He said. More cheers erupted. The boys were excited for their meal to come.

“Very well. Summon the riders! Let us feast.” Váli bellowed, looking out at the Valhalla residents. It was hard to kick old habits, but by now most of them knew what Váli was saying: DoorDash would be on its way. It had taken some time, effort, and a couple of checks with a lot of zeroes, but there were finally DoorDashers brave enough to come to the gates of Valhalla.

Now.

As the plane came into its descent to the airport, Váli’s mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about the simple question the eldest of the boys had left him with when he’d walked out the door. “You’re going to bring her home this time, right?” The bastard. Váli had mentioned having a crush before, but he’d never thought he’d be so… called out on it.

The plane’s wheels hit the ground, and he bounced out his mind and back to reality as it came to a stop.

Váli stepped off the plane and rushed through the Seattle airport. It was one of his least favorite places to be, there were too many people and as a result it was too loud. He had purposefully chose a flight that landed a bit later - avoiding Hera was a difficult task, but Váli was nearly an expert in it by now. He’d been close to Hera only a few times since the return of Zeus. The godly lust for vengeance and their divine rage is more potent than any mortal could have ever hoped, and standing even in the same room as Hera had made Váli feel a primal, undeniable urge to behead the King of Olympus.

So, Váli had listened to Anubis’s suggestion of simply avoiding whatever get-togethers Hera planned, and instead intentionally arrived early. It would be easy enough to get the fruit from Persephone personally, and Persephone had never had those feelings. With her, Váli felt almost… safe.

There were very few deities Váli was comfortable around.

Once he escaped the clutches of the airport, and slid into the rental car that was far too small for a man of his stature, Váli pulled out his phone and sent a text message.

To: Pops

I am here. Surely nothing interesting has happened already, right?

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Váli, spirit of vengeance

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	Chris Hemsworth | #A90214 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Váli ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Vengeance ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{The world is a manacled place}}

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<sup>Váli once was the personification of vengeance. His entire existence came around out of a visceral need for vengeance, and even in his weakened state this hasn’t fully faded. All around him, people yearn for vengeance; anything from a jilted lover to someone who was abused, to someone who was simply looked over for a promotion. For better or worse, Váli draws their anger, hatred, and desire for vengeance into himself. It weighs on him heavily, and depending on the person’s reason for wanting vengeance, it can drive him to find the cause and ‘put an end to it,’ so to speak.

If Váli finds someone whose desire for vengeance is strong enough, and he talks to them and learns about the cause, he is able to easily track the perpetrator. Upon finding them, Váli can make them feel the pain they caused to their victim.</sup>

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Screaming for vengeance}}

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_{^{The world is defiled in disgrace}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ He is a product of vengeance. Váli was born for the sole purpose of avenging his elder brother, Baldur. Born of the strongest giantess the Allfather could find, Váli sprung to adulthood in a single day, and was immediately one of the strongest fighters of the entire Æsir. He found and killed Höðr, though Höðr hadn’t meant to be involved with the killing of Baldr. Of course, at the center of the issue was Loki, who had tricked the blind Höðr into being involved. But Váli didn’t care: vengeance was his mission. After that, he hunted down Loki’s son, Narfi, and killed him as well. Narfi hadn’t participated in the death of Baldur, but Váli hardly cared. His mission was to bring the most brutal vengeance he could. Váli wasn’t going to simply murder the trickster god where he stood, though he certainly could have - easily. No, Váli had grander plans. He hunted Loki down and when he found him, he beat him into submission, then tied him up with his dead son’s entrails. He wounded him, taunted him, and left him to die. This, of course, would go down as Váli’s greatest (and only) mistake, as the trickster god Loki would go on to be very annoying and ruin many things in life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Following the fall, Váli had difficulty integrating with the mortals around him. As he went through the ages, their feelings of anger, bloodlust, and need for vengeance weighed heavily on him. For a long time, Váli did the only thing he knew how to do: he fought. Throughout the ages, Váli fought for the people who couldn’t fight for themselves. He became something of a protector, if a bit late - Váli was an avenger of the night. He could sense and feel the anguish of people around him, and he really truly believed he was helping by finding the source of it and freeing its head from its body. It wasn’t until closer to the present that Váli began to realize he couldn’t handle it. It was tough enough to carry around his own feelings, shouldering the burden of everyone’s anger was exhausting. Around the 1300s, Váli became a soldier. Quietly, he hoped he would fall in battle, but the blood of Odin wasn’t going to fall in something as simple as a mortal war. Váli fought in wars for years, and years. It felt natural to him. He could kill without remorse and without regard. Everyone in war craved vengeance, and Váli had a never ending vehicle for the rage forever building up inside of him. It wasn’t until his father stopped him and tried to explain to him that he could be so much more than rage and endless vengeance. Back then, Váli almost laughed in Odin’s face - the Allfather dared tell him he was too violent, too vengeful? It was by Odin’s hand that Váli had ended up like this. It took him a few years of sorting out his feelings before he spoke to his father about the matter again, and agreed. Váli did need time to find himself, and he found his peace as a man of the land. Over the years, Váli has built a large homestead on a plot of land in rural Oregon. Close enough that it was easy for him to attend the yearly festival, but far enough away he could focus on himself. He hasn’t fully escaped the grasp that vengeance has on him. How could he? He was born in it, and molded by it. When in Seattle, Váli can’t help but sometimes go on a crusade. The things he feels, hears, and learns practically drive him to madness. Mortals are capable of evils the likes of which would even make Odin blush. Over the last ten or so years, Váli has turned his homestead into a home for troubled youth, where he works with them to try and help make sure there aren’t anymore people like him in the world - people who are angry, and filled with a drive for vengeance. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Váli genuinely wants to make the world a better place. He believes he has found his calling and what he’s doing now is the right way to find peace. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Losing himself to the anger again. Váli hasn’t gone on a completely mindless rampage in years, and he hopes that it won’t happen anytime soon.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

^{Location: His home → The Bruncheon
Mentions: Deimos @Danvers
Interactions: Tochi @Fabricant451, Hati @KZOMBI3}

The call of an alarm wasn’t really necessary to pull him out of his slumber. Years of service in the military had given Hermes an internal clock that brought him up at five A.M., music or no. Some of his fellow deities thought he was weak for going to bed at 1130 sharp every night, but Hermes didn’t care. Truth was, Hermes didn’t care about a lot - he lived his life the way he wanted, and that was perfect for him.

He rolled out of the bed and caught himself as he caught the ground, beginning a wake-up workout. By the time the song finished, Hermes had finished his one hundred push ups and hopped up to his feet, and paused in the hallway. He looked to the left, where the garage and his home gym were, and then turned his head toward the right, where the television and his PlayStation 5 awaited. Once upon a time, Hermes had heard a saying from one of the most profound mortal philosophers of all time.

“I understand there’s a guy inside me who wants to lay in bed, smoke weed all day, and watch cartoons and old movies. My whole life is a series of stratagems to avoid, and outwit, that guy.”

Anthony Bourdain

Hermes was finding it hard to win the battle against that guy today, and after a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he hung a right and flopped on his couch and picked up the controller. He checked his watch, and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I got time. What’s Hera gonna do if I’m late to her brunch? Tell Perse to not give me a fuckin’ apple?” He asked no one in particular as he fired up the console and the game.

The game in question? Fortnite. Hermes fancied himself as something of an ‘epic gamer.’ He learned the term from Huixtocihuatl, though he was pretty sure she used it as a derogatory term. He thought it sounded pretty dope though, so he referred to himself as it to annoy her often. It was part of the fun of their relationship.

He loaded into the game with his random teammates, and adjusted his head headset slightly. Clearing his throat, Hermes pressed the push-to-talk button. “Mic check?”

“What the fuck, dude? This guy sounds like he’s a fuckin’ grandpa. Where do you wanna drop, gramps? The retirement home?”

It was always something with the kids he played games with. And it was always kids! What was the deal with that shit, no matter what time or what day he got on to play, there were always fucking kids on his team. And he hated dealing with the children, listening to them talk grated on his ears. They were squeakers, and it was sooo annoying.

“Drop tilted, you little shit.” Hermes said, rolling his eyes. He watched the screen as they fell down to the drop zone he’d asked for. At least the kid listened well. Hermes was focused on the game for the next twenty or so minutes. It wasn’t until the end of the game that they started talking again, with Hermes trying to direct the traffic.

“Left, dude. DUDE. HE’S LEFT. HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU.” Hermes screamed into his microphone, and the kid didn’t seem to pay attention to his words at all, and Hermes was forced to watch as an angry looking John Cena burst through his teammates walls and shot him in the face with a shotgun. “Kid, I fuckin’ told you that they were coming for you, what the hell?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, OLD MAN. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. DON’T TELL ME HOW TO PLAY.”

The screaming kid distracted Hermes from the business at hand, and a purple saxophone playing banana burst onto the scene and shoved an uzi up his ass. It was, at this point, that Hermes became heated. There had already been about thirty goddamn minutes of this crap, and it wasn’t like this kid was ever going to see him again. Stuck in the spectator mode, Hermes listened to the kid continue.

“I didn’t know they let the geriatrics have wifi, dude. Jesus fucking christ, people like you ruin this fucking game. Fucking boomers can’t even play and they can’t do anything but try and run other people’s lives -”

“By fucking Zeus’s beard, kid. I swear on my life I will wireshark your IP and I will send my psycho fuckbuddy to your house and she will stab you with a fork.” He growled into the mic, and to his surprise, the very legitimate threat was met with… laughter.

“Bullshit dude, you’re probably a forty year old virgin, up at five AM playing competitive Fortnite.”

There was a pause, as Hermes couldn't figure out how to reply to that comment. And then, a new, third voice joined the fray. “Hey guys! Sorry, I couldn’t get my mic to work until now. We did pretty good! Fourth place isn’t too bad.”

Hermes sighed, and just shut his PS5 off. That’s the last time I play Fortnite at five A.M… Hermes told himself for the fourth time that week, then stood up and stretched his arms over his head. Yeah… yeah, I got time. He decided, and then he stumbled into the garage to get his morning workout in.

Before much longer, Hermes was dressed, and on his bike. He flew through the streets of Seattle with his music blasting from the speakers on the bike. Hermes wasn’t a savage - he wasn’t stupid enough to ride the bike with earbuds in. He was just stupid enough to ride the bike without a helmet. Once he arrived at the location, he dropped gears and brought the bike to a stop, tossed the keys to the valet.

Once he was inside, Hermes found himself two glasses of champagne off of the plate of a passing waiter. He slammed one and put the empty glass down as he looked around. He was searching for his favorite Aztec goddess, the goddess of salt. She had to be around here somewhere, surely. Looking around, he found the group of people in the center of the building and headed that way. If he had to guess, Tochi was probably in there.

"Some party, right? Better than last year."

There she was. His target sighted, Hermes easily stepped through the crowd to her voice, and when he saw her, he scooped her up and over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. He knew she wouldn’t like it, but he had a feeling he’d like what she was holding up to her behind his back: a glass of champagne. “I heard you running your mouth on your stream, you know —”

Hermes stopped before he could even address the claim that he finished fast, as he realized what the people were congregating around: the bodies of his friends. “What the fuck…” Was all he could say. Keeping Tochi slung over his shoulder, he pulled out his phone.

To: Brother Wolf

Dude… what is going on?

If anyone would know, Hati would.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Váli, spirit of vengeance

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	Chris Hemsworth | #A90214 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Váli ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Vengeance ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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<sup>Váli once was the personification of vengeance. His entire existence came around out of a visceral need for vengeance, and even in his weakened state this hasn’t fully faded. All around him, people yearn for vengeance; anything from a jilted lover to someone who was abused, to someone who was simply looked over for a promotion. For better or worse, Váli draws their anger, hatred, and desire for vengeance into himself. It weighs on him heavily, and depending on the person’s reason for wanting vengeance, it can drive him to find the cause and ‘put an end to it,’ so to speak.

If Váli finds someone whose desire for vengeance is strong enough, and he talks to them and learns about the cause, he is able to easily track the perpetrator. Upon finding them, Váli can make them feel the pain they caused to their victim.</sup>

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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_{^{The world is defiled in disgrace}}

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_Earlier

When she woke up, she first realized two things: Clark Rogers was nowhere near her. The second thing? The second thing was somehow even more disappointing. During the night, the lights were set for the mood, and she’d hardly paid attention to the room. But now? Now, she saw it in plain view: Clark Rogers was a nerd. Like many of his fans, she had convinced himself that his air of nerdiness in interviews had simply been a facade to sell the role to fans of the source material. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

She sat up in the bed and clutched the blanket to her chest, frowning a bit as she stared across the way toward a massive oak slab of a desk, more specifically she was gazing at the huge poster that hung on the wall above it. There was a typewriter on the desk, one that looked like it belonged on the set of a period piece, and not in the home of an incredibly affluent actor. There was a piece of paper on it, with some lettering typed on it, and the raven-haired woman drew herself from the bed and walked toward the desk, picking the paper up and reading the words typed on it.

.03 Seconds: A Memoir

The greatest mistake I ever made was putting a wedge between myself and my brothers. I think, in my long list of regrets, it’s the largest one. Jake Joseph John has hardly spoken more than a word to me in years. Why would he though? Back then, I thought he was lesser than me, and for that I sent him down to take the job no one else wanted. The truth is, no one else could have done the job. Let alone as well as he did. Alan Arthur Atlas (???) and I never got along. It was almost always a fight from birth forward… Does he really believe I’ve changed? I need to believe he does, or this whole effort is really for nothing. I don’t even know where to begin with my childr—

With a start, she dropped the paper as she heard a voice coming down the hallway…

A good workout was the start to a good day. That was something Nike had told him, a long time ago. Of course, back then, she’d been trying to drag Zeus out of his funk. Often, he found himself wondering if it upset or frustrated her that despite all her efforts, it had been the written word of mortals that had ultimately made him think there was a chance. He liked to assume she was just happy for him, regardless of how he got out of it. One day, he’d repay her for the effort she wasted on him. One day.

Having had that ‘good workout,’ Zeus was confident he was on the path to a good day. Between the five mile run and the weight lifting he’d busted out, the Almighty was feeling pretty damn good. It was barely 7 A.M., but the god of the sky was feeling… loose, limber, lubed up. Ready for the day that was laid out before him! It was going to be pretty straight forward: arrive, eat apple, flirt with cute Aztec goddesses, and leave before Hera registered his presence. As much as he wanted to repair his relationships with the members of his Pantheon, Zeus wasn’t sure the house of Zeus would survive another Zeus and Hera interaction. The relationships he was working on rebuilding already felt like a glass house… seeing his ex-wife just seemed like throwing a massive boulder at it.

With a towel loosely wrapped around his neck, he was heading back to his bedroom with music blasting in his headphones. Used to being alone in the house, Zeus had lost himself in the groove. As he neared the door, the drum part came on… and he couldn’t help himself. Flailing his arms in a way to mimic how he’d once seen Apollo play back in the old times, Zeus bellowed. “Bodoop badoop, bodoo doop doo doo!” He froze as he looked into the room, staring at the woman he’d hooked up with the night before. A finger tapped the earbud, and the music stopped in a most dissatisfying moment.

Zeus frowned. “You’re still here? Uh, please leave.” It didn’t even register how rude it sounded. Generally, Zeus was pretty well spoken and charismatic, but he was caught off guard.He wasn’t used to seeing his hookups the morning after… Usually, Nike got rid of the trash for him while he was off clanging and banging in the iron paradise. He thought about what to say next, but before he found the words, he noticed the sheet of paper at her feet, and how his typewriter was empty. This only made him furrow his brow more. It was going to be hard to set the fucking thing right where it belonged. “Do you often touch things that don’t belong to you?” He asked, bending down to pick the piece of paper up and set it on the desk as he eyed the woman over his shoulder, a smile so short it might as well have been a smirk on his lips.

“Oh, uhm… you have brothers? And… kids?” The woman who had managed to slither her way into Clark Rogers’s bed considered herself to be a superfan. She would know that kind of thing. “It’s your memoir… right?” She asked, knowing she was being pushy. Especially considering he’d just asked her to leave, but that wasn’t going to stop her. If she could get just a single answer out of him… it would be worth it to gush about it on tumblr.

Zeus chuckled in response to the woman’s question, and shook his head. “Kids? You could say that - I have ninety-two.” The woman laughed in response to the absurdity of his answer, but Zeus shook his head and stayed insistent. “No, for real! What you don’t understand is that I’m the god of the sky. Zeus, the lord of Olympus… No, not lord,” he somewhat scoffed the word, as if the title of ‘lord’ were beneath him. “I am Zeus, King of everything. I’m writing my memoirs because I want to share how I feel with my family. My brothers, Hades and Poseidon haven’t looked at me as their equal - let alone their better - in years.” She laughed again, and Zeus couldn’t help but crack a smile. She didn’t believe him, why would she? What he was saying… to a mortal’s ears, it probably sounded insane. “Don’t laugh! John and Atlas are simply the mortal names they took. Disguises to be tossed aside once we regain our divine powers. I’ll need a queen when I take up my throne on Mount Olympus once again. Perhaps you’re up to the task?”

She hadn’t stopped laughing the entire time he’d been speaking. In her mind, she’d realized the truth. Once he finished his proposal, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You’ve taken on a new acting role, haven’t you! That’s so exciting, it’s great news… will you still be doing this other, uhm, project? If you’re writing a memoir in character, I bet it’s a pretty big project… you probably won’t be available for this! I might be your last one.”

Zeus frowned again. He hadn’t expected her to believe him, but… she seemed so self-centered. Is that what he had seemed like to his fellow deities? By Odin’s beard… It’s no wonder they hold such a low opinion of me. After he’d sobered up and had a chance to get to know Odin, Zeus had pretty quickly taken up the habit of saying ‘by Odin’s beard.’ They were of similar standing, and Zeus had a deep respect for him. “Well, now that you’ve figured me out, I hope you — “ His cellphone rang, and he took a quick glance at the caller ID before he put it to his ear without much hesitation. This call was important. “Hello? Of course I’ll be there. Yes. Yes. I always do. Okay, I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and looked at the woman with a somewhat disappointed smile. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. I’ll have my driver take you wherever you want to go, okay?”

Though she was disappointed, she nodded. At least he hadn’t frowned at her again.

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_Later

Carefully, Zeus picked a piece of lint off of the suit he wore, and flicked it to the side as he headed toward the building, dressed in full costume for his most iconic role: Superman. The man at his side was speaking, maybe to him, or maybe to the bluetooth earpiece he wore, but Zeus’s mind was in the clouds as it often was.

Why was there lint on his super suit? Zeus paid his assistants handsomely to make sure that everything was perfect. He wanted to put on a killer performance, every time. And yet? Lint. Right on the fucking S.

“You know, Clark, you don’t have to do this… Wouldn’t your time be better spent, I dunno, letting me get you actual acting roles?”

Those words pulled Zeus back down to reality almost immediately and he shook his head. “What, are you kidding me? Of course I have to do this. Superman would do this, and I am Superman. I have to do this.” He shook his head. His agent wasn’t really willing to forgive him for publicly announcing his retirement from acting at the height of his career. And then, when Zeus wanted to do charity cases like this? “Come on, my man. For the love of the game?” He asked with a warm smile, flashing his perfectly white teeth.

His agent couldn’t help but sigh and give the slightest of smiles and a shake of his head, “Fine. For the love of the game. Look, Clark, I gotta run for a meeting. She’ll meet you inside and take you where you need to go, okay? I got some new scripts for you to look over, I’ll send them your way… check your damn email.” He waved, and turned to leave. Before he was even three steps away, he was already talking into his earpiece again about something that didn’t matter.

Zeus liked it better when his agent wasn’t around anyway. He let him leave, giving him a chance to say something else if he was going to… then turned his attention to the sliding glass doors that awaited him. He stepped through and to the counter, tapping on the table to get the attention of the busy woman seated behind it. Before he could even speak, the nurse beat him to it. “...Clark Rogers?” She asked, almost apprehensively. It was clear she wasn’t sure about this, but that was a feeling Zeus was used to. He caught it from all angles… his family, his children, deities from the other pantheos, and now? Even the mortals didn’t seem happy to see him.

“Yep, that’s me.” Though this might have been her first rodeo, it sure wasn’t his. As Clark Rogers, Zeus had granted hundreds of wishes for the Make-A-Wish foundation at children’s hospitals across the United States. Being dragged to Seattle for the yearly festival just gave him a chance to do it here. Many of the other deities didn’t seem to care about the mortals, but Zeus couldn’t help himself.

As the nurse stopped in front of the room where he was going to be meeting the child, Zeus looked inside the bag he was carrying, checking that the gifts he’d brought the child were ready to go. Of course, Zeus wasn’t just going to show up to say high in character and then run off. He looked at the nurse, who nodded, and then he took a breath before he stepped inside the room, closing the door behind himself.

Interacting with the patients who were likely terminal was more difficult than he’d thought it would be. In Zeus’s mind, a lot of the modern day problems could likely be traced to the Fall. There had been a time where he could have called Apollo and solved all the medical problems in the building, but today? Today they had no power, and all he could do was offer a shoulder and an ear. With a smile, Zeus approached the bed with the frail child in it, holding out a hand for a shake.

“I heard you wanted to meet me?” He asked, and the young boy looked him up and down and frowned. It stung when they still seemed distant, but it was Zeus’s job to make them smile before he left. He pulled his hand back, and instead reached inside the bag he held, pulling out the gaming console he’d purchased. “Do you want to play? We’ll have fun.”

“You’re not the real Superman, are you?”

Zeus hadn’t been expecting that kind of sass from such a small, frail child. It kind of made it hit a little harder. He held out the Nintendo Switch, nodding toward it, “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure of that? Don’t I look like Superman?” Zeus knew perfectly well that he looked like Superman, especially with the smile on his lips. He watched as the kid opened up the Nintendo Switch, and he kept talking. “I am Superman, you know. I’ve saved the day countless times, I’m just not the Superman you know. He fights Lex Luthor… me? I fought a cyclops, a giant, my brother… Just as epic as a fight against Darkseid, I’d say. Besides, don’t I look good in the costume?”

As Zeus bragged about the glory days, he veered off on a bit of a self-centered comment. That sort of thing seemed to always happen when he spoke, but he barely even noticed. Continuing his rambles, he only stopped when the child spoke again. “This is dead. I can’t even play it.” Zeus paused. The child clearly either wasn’t listening, or didn’t care about what he had to say about the good old days, but he found himself wondering what would happen if he flexed just a little bit. If Hera found out, he’d never hear the end of it.

Showing off might make the kid smile… that was well worth the risk. Besides, he’d already risked blowing their cover twice today - once with the woman who was in his home, and once with the child already. “Never fear, Superman is here.” He smiled, and held out a finger. Zeus concentrated, and a tiny burst of electricity appeared over his finger. The child’s expression immediately warped from disappointment and sadness to one of wonderment. Zeus knew he had him in the palm of his hand now.

He bounced the lightning bolt up and down off his index finger, smiling as he watched the child’s eyes follow it up and down. He didn’t say a word, he was saving that. He pinched the lightning bolt between his two fingers, and threw it toward the Nintendo Switch. There was a quiet shock sound, and then the Switch came to life in the child’s hand and Zeus watched the expression of awe carefully. “See? I told you. I’m Greek Superman.”

“How… how did you do that?”

“The Last Son of Krypton. Make sure you keep my secret, alright?”

“Thank you Mr. Superman!”

After that happened, it was easier for Zeus to chat and talk with the child. The energy and the air in the room had changed - and for the most part, he managed to not talk about himself for too long. When he finally left, the child was all smiles and laughter as he walked out of the door and looked over his shoulder, putting a finger to his lips to remind the child to keep the secret and when he nodded, Zeus smiled and looked to the nurse who was waiting diligently outside of the room. “What did you do…? I haven’t heard him laugh in weeks…” She asked as they walked away, and Zeus shook his head.

“I can’t reveal my secrets, can I?”

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_{The Present}

Having to run back home to change caused Zeus to be later than he wanted to be. There was hardly going to be any time to hit on any of the other pantheon’s goddesses, and he was probably going to miss his own children. The festival was the only time he got to speak to some of them. Mostly, because they hated him and ignored him. But he was working on that!

Still, something was off as he sent his car off with the valet and approached the festival. It was quieter than it normally was, and the energy was wrong. He couldn’t explain it, not until he saw the congregation of people crowded around something, and heard the shouting. The king of Olympus was late, but he wasn’t a fool. He could smell it in the air, the blood of the divine. His heart sank as he approached the circle and he realized who was dead. It was his grandchildren.

Zeus had seen his family die before, but for some reason this was different. Before, there was always the chance they would come back, but felt… final, like there was no way to come back from this. Zeus was having trouble understanding the different emotions exploding in his chest. Rage, sadness, confusion, frustration. If he felt this way, he couldn’t imagine how Persephone felt.

That thought brought Zeus back to reality, and he looked around. He didn’t see her or her husband anywhere - nor did he see Athena. He knew she would have already jumped on this, who else was going to solve this case? He stepped away from the commotion, and pulled out his phone. His finger flew across the letters as he sent messages out.

To: Persephone
I know you’re going through a lot right now. If you need me, tell me.

The first and most important went to Persephone. The second to her husband, and that was much more simple.

To: Hades
I’m with you. We’ll get them together

And finally…

To: Athena & Nike
When are we going to meet?

With those out of the way, Zeus ran a hand through his hair and dropped his phone in his pocket. Once he had more details, he’d figure out what his move was. He wasn’t about to start tearing the world apart trying to figure it out himself - that was the Zeus of old. The new Zeus would at least give Athena a day to figure something out.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Zeus, King of Olympus

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^{The Mighty Zeus has lost much of his divine might over the years. Once the greatest hero who ever lived, Zeus’s power has faded to pathetic levels; though it is easy for him to keep his body in the ideal shape, he can no longer wield his lightning bolt like he once could. In the glory days, Zeus’s lightning bolt was the most destructive force in all the realms. But now? Now, he send enough electricity through the air to turn the TV on. He doesn’t like to talk about it. One thing that has remained from when he was a god, though whether it is a divine skill or not is up to the purveyor, Zeus is possibly the greatest lover to ever exist. Well, the greatest male one, anyway.}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ⚡ Born the youngest child of Cronus and Rhea, Mighty Zeus wasn’t always quite so Mighty. Before long after having his children, the Mad Titan Cronus knew that he wanted all of the power of the gods for himself - naturally, this led to him eating his children. Rhea saved her youngest son with only seconds left in the game, feeding Cronus a swaddled stone before he could eat her last child. Perhaps a reason as to why Zeus’s love life would end up being so… prolific, the young child was raised by the Nymphs of Mount Ida. It was there that he met his first wife, Metis. Though these days, Zeus takes all the credit, it was Metis’s idea to disguise himself and trick his dear old dad into drinking poisoned wine. Vomiting up Zeus’s siblings, the youngest became the eldest with this second birth, something Zeus would never let them forget. He took easily to the role of leader. Zeus and one of his best buddies - the one-eyed Cyclopes - armed his younger brothers, Hades and Poseidon, and together the children brought Cronus down, and assumed their natural place as the rulers of Mount Olympus. Zeus was crowned the Ruler of all Gods and Men, the King of Kings. Things seemed like they would be perfect from then on, but unfortunately that never lasted. Zeus’s battles were many. He fought against his own grandmother, Gaia and her Gigantes. And he won. He fought against an alliance of all the gods of Olympus against him. And he won. According to Zeus, the only one to ever give him trouble was that brat Prometheus, but in the end, Zeus triumphed there as well. By all accounts, the Mighty Zeus has always been unbeatable. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚡ When Olympus shook, and finally fell, Zeus had an air of benevolent nonchalance. He seemed not to care about losing his stature as a god, but more concerned with how he looked. If he was going to be a mortal, then he was going to be the most handsome one of all… and he pulled it off, in his own opinion. With his friends and family looking at him in disgrace for caring more about his own selfish desire than the fall of their mountain, Zeus entered a self-imposed exile. Of course, he arrived to eat the fruit, but he chose not to interact with the other deities. Why would he? He had failed. He had failed them all — the truth is, the Mighty Zeus had never felt so weak. He had failed them all. He was the protector, the guardian, the hero of Olympus, and what had happened under his watch? Chaos. A fall of the gods, one that it seemed they would never recover from. And, in his mind, the blame lay squarely on his shoulders. Zeus’s appearance shifting in the end had been one of panic and fear an emotion he could never hold. He took to drinking over the years, and his once full and powerful beard grew scraggly and unkempt, and his attitude soured. Not even the most base of mortal pleasures brought him any happiness. It wasn’t until the 1930s that something finally dragged Zeus out of his seemingly eternal funk: the Golden Age of Comic Books. Stumbling around New York City as a drunk and yelling about the glory days, Zeus found the mortal tales to be the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. They reminded him of what he had been and what he could be again: A hero. He shaved off the beard he’d worn almost all his life, and decided that a new era of Zeus was going to begin. He would find a way to restore Mount Olympus to its former glory, and he would once again wield his beloved lightning bolt. Over the years since, Zeus has tried to learn about the fall and try to find what he can do to undo it. These efforts have been largely fruitless, but he feels its the effort that counts. Zeus became an actor in Hollywood in the 2000s, when the superhero movies started. He had a penchant for it - after all, he was Greek. He became something of a superstar, being the hero in more than a few action movies. It wasn’t quite the same as fighting giants, but Zeus had to admit there was something special about it. In the year of 2010, Zeus performed in what he intended to be his final role. Zeus was cast as Clark Kent, Superman, with a contract for multiple movies. It was the role of a lifetime, and the one he always wanted - he poured his heart into it. It was Superman that saved him from his funk, and Zeus wasn’t about to let the man be squandered on the silver screen. The franchise came to a close in 2016, and people wondered what he would do for his next role, but Zeus shocked the entertainment world when he announced that instead of acting, he would be retiring and instead starting an OnlyFans account. At first, people thought that he was going to use it to promote fitness, or dieting; both his fitness routine and diet were of interest to some communities… But the reinvigorated Zeus had found his love for the touch of the mortal again: his OnlyFans account is entirely sexual in nature. Zeus openly states that he’s willing to travel anywhere in the world to have sex with any one of his fans, provided they can show him the proper documentation to make sure their interaction is legal. The videos he makes with them are, of course, posted on his account. The best part? Zeus does it all for the low, low price of free. It's his way of getting back into the groove, so really... the fans are helping him. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ⚡ Zeus wants to save the day one last time, and bring the gods back to the forces of nature they once were. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ⚡ He fears failing or falling into a slump like he was for a millennia once again. Relatively speaking, he’s only recently gotten out of it and gotten back to himself, so to speak. The fear of falling off the wagon is still very real.