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Been on-and-off of the site for a long time. Male, late-twenties. My interests are varied, but steer towards western fantasy and sci-fi. I'm picky with my weeb media.

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In Young Justice: Season One → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wreathed in golden light, and gritting his teeth in frustration, Tachyus growled as he shot across the training-room floor, a bee-line directly toward his target. He took the dummy with an extended arm straight to what would be the throat. There was a creaking as the dummy's support pillar snapped, and it shot across the room, to land in the pile that the young demi-god had already gathered. The others had chosen downtime upon returning to Mt. Justice, but not Tachyus. His frustration would have made him bad company, so as soon as their transports had arrived, he had sulked silently down to the training room. The others were heavy in his thoughts at the moment, which only fueled his frustrations. Of all the team, only he had been incapacitated. Was he not the son of a god? Had he not been trained by some of the finest warriors on the planet since he was a child? The irony stoked the fires of his frustration even more, and a mask of fury passed over his face as several more training dummies popped up from the floor.

He bolted to the first with the sound of a thunder crack, and took it to the floor with a palm to it's face, tearing it from it's support pedestal and dragging it along the floor a few paces, then leapt into the air, tossing the broken sparring dummy into it's closest counterpart hard, snapping it to the ground as well. When he landed, he snapped to the last dummy standing in a fraction of the blink of an eye, and shoulder-rushed it with all of his momentum, blasting it into several pieces.

He paused and released the Godspeed, surveying the decimation he had caused by releasing his frustration. He was suddenly embarrassed, considering what the others would say. He expected a witty comment from Batgirl, maybe a look from Andy, but as soon as he stopped to think what she may have to say about it, his embarrassed frown mutated back into a grimace of anger. Juno. She had not only removed him from the fight, carrying his humiliatingly limp body to the paramedics, but then proceeded to essentially save the day. The fact that she was obviously more League Material than he was ate at him, but there was something else. He couldn't bring himself to actually stay angry at her, as much as he wanted to. Not only because it wasn't her fault, and she was just doing her job. There was something more. She was... she was really... He let the grimace go with a sigh, and moved to the bench, slotting on more weight than was reasonable.

Suddenly, the door to the gymnasium opened. Dressed only in knee-length white basketball shorts and covered in the sweat of his exertions, Tachyus turned, red-faced. He hadn't expected any of the others to come here, and especially not before he could clean up both the mess he had made, and himself. He brushed his disheveled, sweaty hair out of his face and gave a weak half-smile, the right side of his mouth quirking up slightly.

"Uhm... sorry. The training grounds on Themyscira are made of... sturdier stuff." He said as the others stepped in.
In Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Darth Marrik and Alix Raine

Illos City, Sketchy Alleyway

Collab between Sep and Lucian




Marrik glowered at the sweaty man, who had regaled him with more useful knowledge than he had anticipated. The man was, after all, merely a small-time information broker. Or so Marrik had assumed. It appeared that the man was part of some larger intelligence organization, making some credits on the side by selling secrets. The man had lost consciousness at this point, and Marrik was unsure of his next step. Should he kill the weakling, or would the man be of more use to him alive? His inner indecision was interrupted by a sudden tingling at the base of his neck, a slight shift in the force. He focused, and sensed his assailant just as the man jumped to strike him. Marrik leapt backward, in the same movement igniting his lightsaber once-more.

”Who are you?” The Sith Lord growled. His patience this night was wearing thin.

Alix didn’t speak at all, at least not initially. His garb was the only greeting the individual would get until he proved himself, with something other than Lightening, which could be so easily faked with a device. The mans suit of armour definitely looked complex enough to produce such a current of electricity so he wasn’t going to take anything at face value. He activated the electrical circuits, which rendered the bladed staff immune to lightsaber cuts ensuring that it wasn’t just cut in half, and then made a slicing motion from the man's upper right moving down to the left. If successful the blow would cut him open from his right shoulder down to his waist on his left hand side, a fatal blow.

Marrik raised his lightsaber, held two-handed, to catch the swing. The blades clashed and sparked, but the Sith’s visor filtered out any negative visual effects. With a roar, Marrik kicked at his silent assailant’s midsection hard with a booted foot.

Seeing the kick coming, Alix pulled back and rolled down to the left, his opponent giving into his anger by roaring. He definitely had one part of the criteria fulfilled, he had the anger but did he have the discipline? As he rolled down to the right and performed a long sweeping swipe along the ground in order to take Marrik’s legs from under him.

Marrik took the blow to his legs, his armor barely stopping the loss of his right foot. He made sure to deactivate his lightsaber to avoid injuring himself. He hit the ground hard, face-first, rage and fury dulling his pain. He rolled onto his back swiftly, and threw up both arms, his ferocious yell was drowned out by the dull boom of his force push as he sent out all of his frustration at the night’s events toward his attacker.

There was no way to dodge the actual attack, though he knew it was coming. Well, either that or his blade poised to stab the man was going to end this fight. Instead he felt himself pushed into the air and just allowed himself to go limp, as he felt the force stop pushing him he grabbed onto a ledge to stop himself and then jumped back down the two walls forming the alleyway, hoping from one to another until he was on the ground. Before his actions could be considered hostile he lay his pike flat on the ground and took to a knee. “Forgive me, M’lord. However after several… false leads I had to make sure you were who I thought you were.”

Marrik rose and engaged his lightsaber once more, his fury barely kept in check. He stepped forward, his grip on the hilt of his blade tightening, and his left arm came up, forming a grip of it’s own. Marrik groped for a moment with the Force, until he found the kneeling man’s neck, then he squeezed. Not enough to kill. Not yet.

”I ask again then.” Marrik veritably growled, ”Who are you?” As he spoke, he relented his grip just enough to allow the man to speak as well.

Alix grunted through the pain, the invisible force gripping his neck. It took all of his willpower not to move from his kneeling position and pull at his neck, he had seen this performed enough times however to know that it was a pointless effort. When it released he couldn’t help but take an audible gasp. “My name is Alix Raine, I am a Captain in his Royal Highnesses Guard, and an Acolyte of the Beyond.”

”His Highness? The Emperor is dead. What could bring one of his guards searching for me? And what is an Acolyte of the Beyond?” As curiosity began to blunt his fury, Marrik released Alix completely from his force grip, ”Be warned that if your answers are unsatisfactory, they will be the last words you speak.”

Alix moved his hand away from his pike, though kept it close enough to grab in a hurry. He wasn’t for it, but wouldn’t hesitate continuing hostilities should it be required. “The Emperor may live on, but he broke through the restraints of the Force and shall live on through it, through the Empire and through those that serve him. I search you, for you are Sith. The Sith deserve to be at the forefront of the galaxy, so is the belief of the Acolytes of the Beyond. For the Sith are the only ones capable of changing the currents of the Force, when Lord Vader and the Emperor perished aboard the Death Star the Empire was left without control, I was sent to find you so we could help you take your rightful place.”

Marrik said nothing for several moments. This seemed altogether too good to be true, and yet, here this man was, prostrate before him. Was there truly a group that remained loyal to Sith philosophy? Think of the possibilities. The potential resources. An excitement began to rise inside him, but he tempered it with his self-preserving skepticism.

[color=gold]”So The Emperor was Sith. I had my suspicions. Tell me, exactly how is it you would assist me in taking my rightful place, if what you say is true?”[/gold]

Alix nodded. “Master to Count Dooku, and then Lord Vader. Few in the Empire knew of Lord Vaders truth, even fewer about the truth about the Emperor. “ Alix moved slightly into an easier position to kneel in. The deal wasn’t done yet. “We have a ship, the Kaggath in orbit, it’s not as fancy as an Imperial Star Destroyer however it is enough, and the crew is loyal. We have connections to the Empire and those still loyal to the true Empire, and training.” He bowed his head, placing his neck in a more vulnerable position.

“Forgive me for saying M’Lord, however it seems you still have much to learn.”

Marrik, though still quite grumpy, was no fool. Though he had learned much in his three-or-so years under Tyrannus’ tutelage, he had far to go before he would be even close to his equal. He was gifted in The Force, this much was true, but it’s intricacies still eluded him, despite days spent pondering Sith relics alone. Even more, he had been capable of getting by on his limited knowledge of the Juyo and Makashi forms he had learned from his old master, but it was becoming painfully apparent that it would no longer suffice. He was now getting involved with very powerful individuals. He needed to learn what he could.

While it chafed to hear this man point out his lack-of-training, he had to give the man credit. He was certainly brave, to say something like that to a Sith. He was also clearly quite skilled with the blade. Marrik was sure that if he had been an ordinary Pau’an, he would have lost that duel. Happily, Marrik was not an ordinary Pau’an. He was Sith, the last of them remaining, as far as he was aware, and now, as he realized he was going to accept this group’s aid, he was not alone.

”Very well, Alix. I am Marrik, Last of the Sith Lords. Let’s see this ship of yours. It has been long since I had the pleasurable company of any allies of the Dark Side of the Force.”
In Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Darth Marrik


Illos City, Night


Several figures stood silently at the end of a darkened dead-end alley, apparently waiting for someone or something. All were armed and armored save one, who wore the finery of the well-to-do. An obviously clandestine gathering, though none were there to bear witness. From the alley's entrance furthest the group, a cloaked figure rounded the corner and began it's approach. As the steady footsteps echoed down the stones of the alleyway, the lone figure spoke,

"You were to come alone." The figure stopped about twenty paces away from the group, and stood deathly still.

"I don't do deals in person without my bodyguards. Ignore them. They won't act without my word." The finely-dressed-man said, waving a ringed hand dismissively, "Now, if we're going to do business, I'd like a name."

"Marrik." The lone figure replied tersely, drawing back his hood. The Sith's face was half-covered by his visor, but his carnivorous teeth were fully visible. His ghastly visage gave the well-dressed-man pause, but only for a moment.

"Right then, Marrik. So, you wanted information, information that neither of us is comfortable discussing over the Holonet. Now we're here, so ask your questions. Each answer will cost you, though." The well-dressed-man's fingers trembled a bit in the anticipation of the conversation-to-come's monetary reward.

Marrik stood unmoving and silent, face unreadable behind his visor. He would not be paying this man for any information this night. For one thing, he had very little in the way of personal wealth at the moment, barely a credit to his name, but more than that he disliked this man. He found he could bring himself to hate this man, in his fetid opulence.

"You're fat." Marrik growled, and the well-dressed-man raised an eyebrow, "And you're weak. Bloated and decadent like the rest of the people in power in this backwater of the galaxy. You have information. You think that makes you powerful, that it gives you some advantage over me, but you're wrong." On "wrong" Marrik's arm slipped out from beneath his cloak, and he produced his lightsaber, engaging the main blade, and then the pommel exhaust. The armed guards drew their blasters from their holsters, leveling them at the Sith. Now that Marrik was closer, he had their count. Four armed humanoids, two on either side of the well-dressed-man. The man took a step back, allowing his bodyguards to step into a firing line in front of him. Marrik waited one more moment, gathering his building anger at the man's arrogance and weakness. The Sith stepped forward.

Blaster fire rang out, lighting the alleyway with red streaking flashes. One shot missed, careening further down the alley. Marrik smashed one back into it's shooter (the one on the far left) with his lightsaber, one struck him in his leg, and the other in his chest, and then he was on them, using the force to propel himself into their midst. The middle man of the remaining three he cut down instantly, his vicious strike nearly splitting the man's torso in half diagonally. He roared as he smashed the pommel-exhaust blade into the next one's face. The man got one more blaster shot off into Marrik's other shoulder and he hesitated to get his bearings. In his moment of pause, the last remaining bodyguard fired twice, both shots landing clean into Marriks abdomen. The Sith Lord staggered, his fury and pain rising to ever-greater heights. The man shot again, but this time Marrik batted the blast away, building his fury, feeling his rage form like a pit in his stomach, and travel up, through his free arm. The man shot once more, and the blast was again denied by Marrik's lightsaber.

Marrik roared and his left hand shot up, a stream of crackling energy, his rage made manifest, blew the last bodyguard into the wall, and lifted him high into the air, frying the man alive. When the light of his force lightning (as well as the life of the last bodyguard) had died, Marrik walked toward the well-dressed-man, a slight limp due to his leg injury giving his approach an even more dire and menacing look. The man moved to draw a side-arm, but Marrik shot forward with the force once-more, grabbing the man's arm in a firm grip, and cleanly slicing it off with his lightsaber, leaving only a cauterized stump. The well-dressed man, now covered in sweat, shrieked loudly and fell soundly onto his rump. He turned to his stomach and began to crawl desperately away, but was stopped by Marrik's heavy, booted foot landing hard on his back.

"Information," Marrik said through pain-gritted teeth, "Information is not power. Information is a tool to be used by those who already posses power. I am powerful. You are weak, and that is why you find yourself in this... predicament." He rolled the man onto his back with his booted foot, and activated his visors automatic removal, revealing his yellow-tinged eyes. "Now, you will give me all of the information you have on the Imperial Remnants in the area, as well as any other major factions and their resources. You will do this, and for every minute you refuse, I will remove another piece of you."

The man stammered for a moment, and then, through wracking sobs of pain, he answered the Sith Lord's questions.
In Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well, Sep, long time no see. Also, we don't have any Sith Aspirants yet. How? May I fill this role, assuming I follow the rules?
In Young Justice: Season One → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alright, my post is up.
In Young Justice: Season One → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Q U I C K L I N G

W E I S M A N S T R E E T M A L L
July 3rd, 2020 | 3:31p.m. | Happy Harbour, Rhode Island


As Superboy and the rest of the team engaged the Jokerz, Tachyus was just wrapping up evacuating the citizenry from the Kord Store. Just in time, he noted, as Chucko exploded into the store for a second time. Tachyus was standing at the emergency exit toward the back of the store, waving the last shopper through the door and into the mall's parking lot, where the police were already starting to form a perimeter. With his charges now relatively safe, he turned his gaze back toward the battle. Chucko was apparently out cold, so he surveyed further abroad. His eye caught Fenrir in trouble, with the hammer-welding brute Bonk standing above him and striking him repeatedly. Tachyus focused for a moment, allowing delving deep inside and pulling the proverbial lever that would open the gate to the Godspeed.

A thunderous rumble seemed to emanate from him, and an aura of shimmering golden light began to waft upwards off of the young demi-god. So focused was Quickling on helping Fenrir, that he hadn't noticed Chucko stir, and turn to look at him. With the Godspeed in full flow, Tachyus shot forward toward Fenrir with a thunderous boom. One step brought him halfway through the wrecked store, tearing up the linoleum tiles beneath him, the next would take him outdoors, where he could assist his teammate, who seemed to be in dire straights. Tachyus watched Bonk's hammer raise in slow motion (to him) and begin it's downward swing. He watched the hammer so intently that he hadn't noticed Chucko's arm reach out to trip him.

Suddenly, Tachyus' world spun end-over-end as he exploded violently through the wall of the Kord Store and into the streets outside where the battle raged. He dropped his staff in the tumultuous somersault, skipped off of the floor once, twice, and a third time, then was stopped hard against a wall on the opposite side of the fighting. He shook the disorientation from his head and looked back toward the Kord Store with a glare. What he saw made him smirk, despite the residual disorientation. Chucko sat holding the arm that he had used to trip the demi-god. It was pulled out-of-socket and hanging limply. That should teach the fat clown, Tachyus thought, rising to his feet. He looked to Fenrir, who much to his surprise, seemed to have turned the tables on his opponent, Bonk.

With Fenrir relatively safe, Tachyus took a moment to locate his staff. After a few seconds of searching, he saw it laying twenty-or-so feet away. The Godspeed was easy to reach, having opened the floodgates so recently, and so, clad in a golden aura, Quickling shot of to gather up his most precious belonging. With the staff in hand, he took a millisecond or two to survey the situation. Ghoul seemed the most unpredictable opponent, and perhaps the more intelligent of the bunch. Tachyus decided to take him out as swiftly as possible, in the hopes that he would be removing the Jokerz ace-in-the-hole. He rushed forward, a golden blur.

Luckily for Quickling, his being tripped-up by Chucko had him keeping an eye to the ground, which allowed him to spot (just in time) a pile of marbles spread onto the floor. Apparently he had been right to assume Ghoul was the brainier of the bunch. He must have dropped them when Chucko tripped me, the demi-god thought. Another tripping hazard, and Tachyus wasn't keen on a repeat of recent events, so he shoved his Caduceus staff into the tile floor and vaulted high, twisting to meet the Mall's cieling with his sandals at a run. The sheer speed kept him moving along the ceiling for a few paces, and he kicked off hard just above Ghoul, who was slowly attempting to follow the blur that was Tachyus. The demi-god landed with a knee in Ghoul's shoulder, smashing him to the ground almost instantly. He released the Godspeed and smirked down at the crumpled villain.


"You break way too easily, clown." Tachyus said with a smirk.

"Maybe," Ghoul replied through gritting teeth, "But the mind breaks even easier!" on "easier" the clown threw his good arm up toward Tachyus, and let fly a small knife. Tachyus had less than a second to react, he tried to summon the Godspeed, felt the floodgates crash open, and then felt the knife run home in his left shoulder. He yelped in pain, lost his concentration, lost his grasp of the Godspeed. His world went fuzzy and he staggered backward.

"See? All it took..." Ghoul wheezed through the pain of his own injuries, "Was a few chemicals slathered on a kitchen knife. To take down a god. I'm... not impressed." The clown braced his shoulder and took a step closer to Quickling, his wince becoming a wide smile as Tachyus eyes began darting left and right, not truly seeing anything. The symptom of the toxin the knife had been laced with.

Tachyus stumbled backward and fell, unable to regain his bearings, his equilibrium, his sense of direction. As his head hit the tiles of the floor, swimming from the poisoned knife, he tried to say "Help," but a moan of disorientation was all he could manage. He closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning, and lost consciousness.
In Young Justice: Season One → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alright, I did the thing. Bio is a bit short for my liking, but I haven't written in a good long while. Bit rusty.
In Young Justice: Season One → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Quickling


| Name |

Tachyus of Themyscira


| Age |
18


| MENTOR |
Wonder Woman


| APPEARANCE |
Built like an ancient Greco-Roman statue, Tachyus is perfectly toned. His Olympian heritage ensures a certain level of physical fitness regardless of his training regimen, which, combined with the strict instruction of the warriors of Themyscira has sculpted his body well. His facial features would be cherubic if not for the lack of body fat in his cheeks, and the set of his jaw. His skin is darkly tanned due to his island upbringing, which contrasts with his abnormally-bright blue eyes (another result of his Olympian father) and his auburn hair.

Tachyus' goes into battle lightly armoured, with a tight-fitting chest-plate of lightweight, yet durable Olympian steel underneath a traditional doric chiton and a half-cape. He has bracers and grieves made of the same Olympian metal as his chest-plate, but other than that he is mostly unarmored.


| BIO |
Tachyus' birth was somewhat of a scandal among the Olympian Pantheon. Zeus had long ago forbidden the intermingling of Olympians and mortals, but Hermes had taken to a mortal woman in the city of Metropolis. In the guise of a mortal himself,
he wooed her, and together they conceived a child. Due to the child's demigod physiology, the mother did not survive the birth of her son,
and Hermes, uncharacteristically moved by the death of this mortal, took the child into his care, whisking the newborn away to Olympus.

However, upon his arrival, Zeus declared that the child should be destroyed, as it's very existence was a direct act of defiance to his laws. Hermes, ever quick of wit and sharp of tongue, pointed out that Olympus was full to bursting with Zeus' own demigod prodgeny, and managed to convince Zeus to let his son live, though Zeus would not allow the child to live among the Olympians, and would not grant the boy full godhood. Furthermore, Hermes would only be allowed to visit the child once every ten years for a brief time on the day of the child's birth. While Hermes couldn't keep his child safe with him on Olympus, he was able to take the boy to Themyscira, the next best place in the opinion of most of the Olympian gods.

So, Tachyus, despite being male, was groomed in the manner of the Amazon warriors. He was taught the arts of combat, language, mathematics, everything that an Amazon would learn. However, when the Godspeed manifested itself during his combat training after his tenth birthday (and his first meeting with his father) it was decided that a more personal touch was needed in his training, and so Diana, princess of the Amazons and a demigod herself, began to mentor him.

As his training continued, he became ever more curious about Man's world, continuously badgering his mentor to allow him with her on one of her adventures with the Justice League. For years, he was denied, until the formation of the new team for young heroes, which provided both the perfect testing ground for his powers, and a way to satiate his appetite for adventure. Wonder Woman put him forth as a candidate, and he was placed, though to his mild chagrin, not as team leader, despite (what he sees as) his extensive knowledge and combat training. He has taken the code name Quickling, as it is both quicker to say when speed is of import, and appropriate for his role on the team.


| ABILITIES / SKILLS / EQUIPMENT |
As a half-Olympian Demi-god, Tachyus is superhumanly strong, swift, and durable. Should he be damaged in some way,
his demi-god physiology is capable of self-repair at a super-human rate. Aside from these features of general demi-godhood, Tachyus is gifted with a unique power from his father Hermes, called the Godspeed. The Godspeed is an inner reservoir of Olympian power which allows Tachyus to move at impossible superhuman speeds.

Having been raised on Themyscira, Tachyus was trained in the arts of warfare by some of the greatest warriors on the planet. He is swift and agile, and proficient in the use of several weapons, and the art of deflection utilizing his Olympian Steel bracers which he was taught by Wonder Woman herself. His training, coupled with his innate abilities and the Godspeed make him a swift and hard-hitting melee combatant.

Tachyus is equipped with four artifacts forged by the Olympian god Hephaestus. First, his breastplate, which magically conforms tightly (yet comfortably) to the midsection of it's wearer. Second, Tachyus has a pair of enchanted bracers, which (like Wonder Woman's own) are capable of deflecting and absorbing kinetic and energy-based projectiles, and blocking all manner of physical blows if the wielder has sufficient strength and speed. Thirdly, Tachyus' grieves, are enchanted with a rather simple enchantment that ensures that they will never loosen or fall off. It sounds silly, but it's quite necessary when one is moving at the speeds Tachyus frequently does. While their enchantment is far from extravagant, they are still forged of Olympian steel, and can be used to kick through solid objects that would injure Tachyus' bare shins alone.

Lastly, the Caduceus Staff of Vaulting is a weapon forged specifically for Tachyus, and his most prized possession. Though forged of the impossibly solid and durable Olympian Steel, the staff is enchanted so that at Tachyus' mental urging, it becomes flexible, and may also extend itself mystically, allowing him to use the staff in conjunction with his speed and agility to vault vast distances with ease.


| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |
Tachyus is boisterous and confident, having been told his entire life that he was half-god, and thus literally superior to mere mortals, his self-assuredness can often lead him to underestimate his opponent. This can (and does) frequently land him in dangerous situations, though he has yet to be truly humbled.

Tachyus can only lift approximately five-hundred pounds, which is high for a mortal, but not very impressive when considering his parentage. Although he is capable of withstanding more punishment than a human, he is not invulnerable by any means. He is susceptible to gunshots, stabbing, anything with sufficient piercing power. Blunt weapons and falls from heights are no threat, but a stab in the back or a sniper round will bring him down swiftly.

His main limitation, however, is his lack of Mastery over the Godspeed. Either due to his half-human blood or simply a lack of any guiding figure in the use of this power, he is unable to sustain access to the Godspeed for a protracted time. This means that he is capable of short bursts of extreme speed, but he cannot access it for longer than ten minutes without needing a resting period of at least half an hour. Additionally, should he push the Godspeed past his body's limit to withstand it, he will lose consciousness, making him an extremely open target. Thus, he must constantly manage his inner reserves. This balancing act means he is often a powerhouse early in a fight, but a battle of attrition will see his opponent the victor if he is not capable of ending them swiftly.


| NOTES |
-Tachyus has a lack of modesty that can sometimes make others uncomfortable.
-Tachyus is bisexual, though growing up on Themyscira, has never explored with the same sex.
-Tachyus is well-versed in the arts and languages of the world due to his Themysciran upbringing. Though on Themyscira there is an emphasis on the classical, he is not unschooled in modern languages, arts, and mathematics.
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