Komo

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Hey there :)

I noticed you're full, but just thought I'd check anyway.
I notice some god/goddesses only have one child played? (Looking at Hekate)
Is the other slot available?

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

You have my like from the beginning. Nothing else needs to be said. :D

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

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⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

Ruby Song

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Born in a very wealthy family in Seoul, Korea, Ruby wanted for nothing. It wasn't wrong to say that she was born with a silver spoon in a her mouth. She grew up in Korea, but after finishing high school, the family decided to move over to Baltham, Washington in the USA when her father made plans to expand his business overseas. All the whining, tantrums and complaints, she did were of no use, and all of her objections were ignored which left her a very unhappy girl. Adjusting to a new country with an entirely new culture was not easy. Fortunately, the blow was lessened by not having to cope with learning a new language as well, as English was something she grew up learning. To cope with homesickness, she opened up her own Youtube channel, where she talks about Korea, and explain its culture and music to those that are interested along with some gaming on the side. She does frequent vlogging after receiving great responses on her first couple of videos.

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Physical Traits
Ruby stands at 5 feet 6 inches and has a slender build. The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her hair is a lovely shade of soot black that complements her fair ivory skin very well. Although she occasionally wearing her chest-level hair down, Ruby usually wears her hair up in a ponytail or plaited down her front to allow her ease of movement in her daily activities. Clothing wise, she tends to prefer comfortable clothing, such as hoodies, blouses, and printed t-shirts. Pants, along with an occasional dress are also common attire.

Full Name
Ruby Song Miyeon

Gender
Female

Ethnicity
Korean

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Age
20

Motives
Ruby has never been the type to succumb or give up in the face of adversity or bow down to challenges. Not entirely accustomed to life in Baltham yet despite being here for three years, she is determined to not be a loser and make the most of her new life her in America. She loves the saying, when live gives you lemons, make lemonade, and it is something she constantly reminds herself of. She is simply a girl trying to make the best of her unhappy life in a new country, not knowing what the future has in store for her.

Occupation
Student/Youtuber

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⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

I'm interested as well, if you would have me.
Do we post our characters here or?

🇹🇭🇪 "🇬🇴🇮🇳🇬🇸 🇴🇳" 🇦🇹 🇺🇵🇵🇪🇷 🇱🇦🇰🇪 🇮🇳🇸🇹🇮🇹🇺🇹🇪

I have interest in this.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Britta felt herself getting pulled up, and jerked her head towards the offending source only to get an eyeful of rugged snarling sergeant. Turning into another direction only earned her another death glare from none other than Lieutenant Middleton himself. If glares could kill, this one could definitely have killed her before any enemy bullets did up above the trench. She forced herself up proper and got ready her weapon, cradling the barrel of her machine gun as she lined up with the others and got ready for the inevitable to happen. Thankfully, she wouldn't be among the first to charge, that would fall upon the ranks of the shock troopers and the rank and file riflemen. As she gazed towards Jean, she thought that she'd seen him glancing towards her way, but their eyes didn't meet as his were turned away by the time hers landed upon him.

Britta wondered how the poem-loving lance corporal would do in the upcoming battle. How would fate deal with him? Would he be dealt a severe blow and die the moment he rushed up top? Or would he live towards the end as he brought the rest of the platoon to victory? These thoughts were not going to be answered anytime soon and by no one in particular. She simply had to wait and see. If she even had the luxury to afford to do so. Perhaps she may even not have the chance to do so. She tried to keep her spirits up thinking of how many Imperials soldiers she could kill later on. While the other soldiers began to fix the bayonets to their rifles, Britta tried her best to remain as stoic as ever, giving her best attempt to keep the fear away from her face. Despite that, her heart was thumping rather loudly in her chest.

She reckoned that it was a mixture of anxiety, fear and trepidation that made it ever so loud, like beating drums echoing in her ears. Machine guns weren't calibrated to be fixed with bayonets like all other heavy weapons and her best bet was to keep her distance as far away from the enemy as possible, hopefully mowing down enough so that they didn't have the chance to get close. If that happened, all she had was her trench knife. Hell, why didn't they even had a sidearm, a pistol? Britta unsheathed her knife, taking a quick look at its recently sharpened blade and sheathed it back once more. She hoped she didn't need to use it just yet. It was supposed to be a weapon of last resort.

To deter any of the soldiers from thinking of retreating, the Lieutenant had picked a young innocent looking girl (who looked way too young to even be on the battlefield) and gave her the orders to shoot anyone returning from the front lines that wasn't an officer. Such equality they had there. So officers were allow to retreat then? He probably officers like him were too valuable to kill if they were the retreating type. Britta stifled a snort just as it was emerging, turning it into a half-snort instead. Turning grim and serious again once more, she hoped that she would not find herself in a situation where the younger girl would have to shoot her. Their target was Hill 58, and that alone was quite a challenge to get there before they could even contest it. There was quite a bit of open land where swaths of gunfire would be ready to mow them down, and even as inexperienced as she was, Britta knew that plenty of them would die before the outcome of the Battle of Hill 58 would be decided.

The moment finally arrived as Britta heard the loud squeal of the officer's whistle. Shouts and yells filled the air as the men and women began climbing up the trenches as they charged into the battlefield. It wouldn't take very long at all before the first casualties of the battle began racking up. Some didn't even had a chance to take more than a foot onto the war-torn land, struck by the wave of bullets that flew through the air. Eventually it came to her turn to go up the ladder, and with her heart still thumping ever so loudly, she hefted her weapon and charged into war.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

The group's hearty conversation was interrupted by none other than Lieutenant Loud-voice aka Middleton. He announced ever so loudly in that voice she knew he loved to hear so much that the advancement had been moved way up, and they would all be leaving in fifteen minutes. He even threw in court martial in there as well, because what use is a loud order if there isn't any harsh punishment to go along with it?

A short while later, their time was up and Britta headed together with the rest of her squad and company as they all made their way to the front lines. All of them moved slowly through the rear lines before emerging into the entrance of the communication trenches. The boom of arranged artillery fire that used to sound so distant before was now a whole lot closer than she'd like. If she thought that the trenches in the back were bad, nothing could prepare her for the unworldly stench that hit her when she step foot into the trenches that marked the front lines.

The stench of the dead bodies of the fallen soldiers and the dying was near indescribable. The closest thing she had ever smelt that could even compare to such a thing was way back at home on the farm, when she'd come across a dead cow with its carcass rotting ripely open in the sun, already savaged by predators and carrion. That had been the worst thing she'd ever smelt in her life. And now this wasn't even close. If anything, it was like a hundred dead cow carcasses, or perhaps maybe even thousands, if she had to use anything to describe the smell.

The artillery fire soon stopped, and silence fell over the trenches like a blanket. It seemed to be to quiet now, her ears having got used to sound of gun and cannon fire. The ghastly faces of the soldiers who had been here before them was a sight to behold. Most of them were stoic, and had no expression regarding their reinforcements. You would think that they would be happy, and maybe they actually were, and being at the front lines too long had a way of taking away the power of your emotions from you. Britta didn't know what else to do.

She gathered herself and moved towards Jean, Isaac, Paloma and the others and simply found a place she could sit while she waited. The lull of the battle where you didn't know what to do was often the worst. She had no choice but to depend on Jean and Isaac and the rest of the squad if they were all going to make it out of here. Preferably alive. But war always has a nasty way of twisting things.

Neon Skies: A Cyberpunk Adventure

This does have my interest.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Poetry. Lance Corporal Charpentier, or Jean as he would like to be called, was writing Poetry. Britta didn't know much about poetry, if anything at all. She wasn't educated very much, even her writing and reading skills were something that was taught and learnt by her own efforts from her friends back in Westershelde. She made that known to him. "I don't know much about poetry. Maybe even nothing at all. I grew up in a farm. Poetry is not something people do around there." Brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, Britta nodded.

"Hmmm..Jean it is then." The other Lance Corporal also followed suit, and requested her to call him by his first name as well, and she simply gave a nod to that. Jean and Isaac. It was always good to know the names of your leaders. Britta nodded in response when he pointed out the fact that she was a gunner as well. Both of them would be the squad gunners and their comrades would be depending on them, as far as fire support is concerned. Two was always better than one. Plenty of fire support was never a bad thing for an infantry squad to have.

The dark skinned lad with the dark hair introduced himself as Jonnie, and slowly but surely, Britta was starting to get to know the rest of her squad. The more names she knew the better. She most probably would remember them all now, but it was still worth trying anyway right? Jonnie also mentioned that he could help them carrying extra ammunition if they needed, and that earned him a thumbs up from her. That would always be good. These guns tend to eat up plenty of ammo, and who knows how much ammunition they'll need before the battle ends.

The crowd was beginning to get bigger as each minute passed. The newest one to join them was a pretty blonde by the name of Paloma Violetta. She even gave them a salute and all. Fancy. Thought they only saluted officers though. She did a mental shrug at the thought. Seems like Paloma knew something about Poetry unlike her. Britta would remain silent as the more educated folks began the talk about poetry. Not long after, another newcomer approached. Judging by the weapon he carried and his introduction, this one was a marksman. A sniper. Mikael.