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_{Location: OIC Quad -> Hastings Library
Mentions: Laren Hastings @Venus | Axel Maddox @viktorseier}

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“Jesus fucking Christ, where’d she find this picture? I’m a photogenic person! She had options! Also, what the fuck does she mean by ‘The Tyrant’?” Katie Callaghan found herself on Monday morning, storming across the quad, a photograph of herself in hand. She was, per usual, dressed to the nines, still refusing to abandon aesthetics in favor of functionality.

“You a tyrant? How dare she?” Jamie Callaghan replied, dry and biting. His long legs carried him casually alongside his sister, his eyes trained elsewhere.

Katie rolled her eyes and shoved an elbow into Jamie’s side. “Fuck off.”

“Oh yes, benevolent dictator. Fucking off now,” Jamie said, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly. “Seriously though, it’s not that bad of a picture. I’ve seen worse of you. Who cares what this bitch has to say anyway?”

“You should care. Your name was on that list too. You’re telling me you’re the kind of person who holds up under scrutiny?” Katie cocked her eyebrow and looked over at Jamie, awaiting a retort. Instead she found him staring down at his phone, eyebrows knit together. She rolled her eyes, always annoyed by even the smallest of interruptions. “Hello? We were having a verbal sparring match?”

Jamie looked up from his phone. “Huh? Oh yeah, one second.”

“Oh my god, see this right here,” Katie waved her finger around in a wild gesture, as if her shouts needed emphasis, “is my point! How long until Ms. Fortune has her eyes trained on you and your boyfriend?”

Jamie frowned. “He’s not my boyfriend! How’d you even know I was texting him you nosy little weevil?”

Katie laughed. “Because, I’m the only other person you text, and I’m standing right here.”

“Well, maybe I was texting… Birdie.”

Katie laughed again. “Yes, because you and Birdie have so much to talk about.” Katie stepped into Jamie’s path, and spun around, stopping him. “Look, all I’m saying is, it doesn’t matter what it looks like. It just matters what people see.”

It was Jamie’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay, fuck you. You're being dramatic, surprise surprise. I’m going to get coffee with Axel, and guess what? The world isn't going to end because of it.” Jamie said, before spinning on his heel and walking away.

Katie smiled and waved him off, shouting after him, “I knew it!” before continuing towards the library, pulling out her own phone to fill Laren in on the bulletin board fiasco. If anyone honestly needed a heads up that they were in Ms. Fortune’s crosshairs, it was Ren. Katie wasn’t the biggest supporter of her and Johnny B, but she didn’t want to see it get messy and Ms. Fortune had a reputation for doing just that.

Katie pushed open the grand double doors to the library, and slipped her phone into the designer purse hanging from her arm. She found herself a seat at an empty table, and let out a breath. She couldn’t afford to let the personal bleed into the academic. Compartmentalization was key to success, and she prided herself on having mastered it. She caught a handful of eyes on her, but she pushed them out of her mind. Really, how different was it from any other Monday? Katie wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with the stares of strangers.

Still, even as she set about unpacking her laptop and busying herself with work, she found it hard to escape a nagging feeling that this was simply the calm before the storm. A few times her hands wandered to her mouth, but she refrained from chewing on her well manicured nails. She wouldn’t ruin hard work over emotions as silly as fear and anxiety. She was Katie Callaghan, and she did not back down from challenges. As far as she was concerned, Ms. Fortune was just another challenger. For now.

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Jamie Callaghan

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x x Years ago, amidst the glamour of Hollywood, Alexander Calloway met Theresa Moreau. Alex was a rising director, and Theresa a hopeful star. Working together on his new film, they fell in love, and thus began a passionate affair that lined the wallets of tabloid owners everywhere. In between movies and red carpets, and nights out that would result in both their names reeking of scandal, the two tied the knot, and Theresa delivered a pair of twins, Jamie, and Katie. Jamie doesn't remember much about his first and last year in LA, but the internet has told him that his dad got bad after he and his sister were born. Like, fights with the paparazzi, drunken acceptance speeches, crash your car into a light pole after the Oscars bad. The Calloways slunk back to Attawit, where Alexander's family managed a number of high end hotels. They bought a nice big mansion in Rose Point, tucked away from prying eyes, and rebuilt something of a family. It was in that house that Jamie grew up. Those years were an experience for Jamie, to say the least. His family was not a family of failures, a fact which his grandparents had reminded his father of many times upon their return. Alexander only saw fit to impart the same wisdom on his children. It was rare that Jamie could impress his father, and while his mother was more easily wowed, as the years went on she became consumed by the gossipy wives of Attawit. His parents did not do emotions in public, and the majority of their family dinners occured at charity events and grand openings. Jamie found solace in words though, and the objectivity of news. With news, there was no feeling, only facts. OIC was always a given for the twins. Alexander was an alum, and had been pushing the college on his children their entire lives. He wanted nothing less than the best for his children, and he expected it from them in return. College was no more challenging for Jamie than any other part of life. The perils of Attawit high society were familiar territory to him, and school had always come easy to him. If he had it his way, he'd keep his head down and go about his life, but the universe seems to have a funny way of pulling him into the drama that often engulfs OIC. Or as Katie suggests, Jamie likes being involved, in the eye of the hurricane. But it's definitely not that. At all.

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x x First born and fiery like her father, Katie was the favored twin in the Callaghan household. She was always a daddy's girl, and she often spent the time she wasn't with Jamie, shadowing her father as he began managing his family's business. With the Callaghans, power was everything, and as Katie grew up, she learned to covet it. Some could call her a control freak, others just ambitious. Throughout the years, she's always sought to take the lead, and there's few who think to stop her. This attitude made adolescence far easier for Katie than it was for Jamie. She thrived amongst the Attawit social scene, a charismatic speaker who often found her way into the most inner circles. School was easy for her, both academically and socially. Life in general, has always seemed to bow at her feet, eventually. Katie has never been one for complacency though. Where other's might see ease and accept it gratefully, Katie has always had a heart for challenge. She was no stranger to a busy schedule in high school, and she's learned to juggle in the years since. Always trying to please her father, Katie never questioned attending his alma mater. Her interest in politics was inherited from her grandmother, an old mayor of Attawit whose seat her father hopes to reclaim in the upcoming election. At school, she's always found ways to be involved, and stick her loud, obnoxious self wherever people are willing to hear her opinions. This in turn, leads to a fair share of conflict but Katie's never cared much about what others think. This is her world, and everyone else, well they're just living in it.

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x x Charlie Baker never knew much about her dad. Her mom didn't like to speak about him. She knew that he existed, because he must, that he'd been in San Diego while her mom was stationed there, and that one day he'd left back home to Attawit, never to be seen again. As Charlie's mom was moved around the country to different Air Force bases, Charlie clung to those four details, and resolved to one day put them to good use. Of course, she'd have a while before she could do that. Charlie and her mom never stayed in one place for very long. Albuquerque managed to keep them for two whole years, so it's what Charlie would call home, but still, her youth has not been filled with the bonds that most others are forming. In lieu of friends, Charlie found company in design. She'd always had an eye for style, and sewing clothes was the kind of work that distracted you from the relative instability of your life. She poured herself into her work, designing everything from evening gowns to streetwear, and set her sights on the stars. She was sick of dusty bases where nobody would answer any of her questions. She resolved that one day, she wouldn't have to take no for an answer. Of course, OIC was just a little bit of dumb luck. Had they not begun offering scholarships, Charlie would've never found a way in, but they did, and she got one, and she's never been happier. The acceptance put Charlie and her mom in a rocky place; Charlie's mother still refuses to divulge any information about her father and the last few weeks before her move have been spent in silence. Still, Charlie's looking forward to the year. If her father's still in Attawit, she'll find him, and while she's at it, she'll make a name for herself at this stuffy old school. Charlie Baker is free for the first time in her life, and she doesn't plan on wasting it.

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x x Charlie Baker never knew much about her dad. Her mom didn't like to speak about him. She knew that he existed, because he must, that he'd been in San Diego while her mom was stationed there, and that one day he'd left back home to Attawit, never to be seen again. As Charlie's mom was moved around the country to different Air Force bases, Charlie clung to those four details, and resolved to one day put them to good use. Of course, she'd have a while before she could do that. Charlie and her mom never stayed in one place for very long. Albuquerque managed to keep them for two whole years, so it's what Charlie would call home, but still, her youth has not been filled with the bonds that most others are forming. In lieu of friends, Charlie found company in design. She'd always had an eye for style, and sewing clothes was the kind of work that distracted you from the relative instability of your life. She poured herself into her work, designing everything from evening gowns to streetwear, and set her sights on the stars. She was sick of dusty bases where nobody would answer any of her questions. She resolved that one day, she wouldn't have to take no for an answer. Of course, OIC was just a little bit of dumb luck. Had they not begun offering scholarships, Charlie would've never found a way in, but they did, and she got one, and she's never been happier. The acceptance put Charlie and her mom in a rocky place; Charlie's mother still refuses to divulge any information about her father and the last few weeks before her move have been spent in silence. Still, Charlie's looking forward to the year. If her father's still in Attawit, she'll find him, and while she's at it, she'll make a name for herself at this stuffy old school. Charlie Baker is free for the first time in her life, and she doesn't plan on wasting it.

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i was productive today.

Jamie Callaghan

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x x Years ago, amidst the glamour of Hollywood, Alexander Calloway met Theresa Moreau. Alex was a rising director, and Theresa a hopeful star. Working together on his new film, they fell in love, and thus began a passionate affair that lined the wallets of tabloid owners everywhere. In between movies and red carpets, and nights out that would result in both their names reeking of scandal, the two tied the knot, and Theresa delivered a pair of twins, Jamie, and Katie. Jamie doesn't remember much about his first and last year in LA, but the internet has told him that his dad got bad after he and his sister were born. Like, fights with the paparazzi, drunken acceptance speeches, crash your car into a light pole after the Oscars bad. The Calloways slunk back to Attawit, where Alexander's family managed a number of high end hotels. They bought a nice big mansion in Rose Point, tucked away from prying eyes, and rebuilt something of a family. It was in that house that Jamie grew up. Those years were an experience for Jamie, to say the least. His family was not a family of failures, a fact which his grandparents had reminded his father of many times upon their return. Alexander only saw fit to impart the same wisdom on his children. It was rare that Jamie could impress his father, and while his mother was more easily wowed, as the years went on she became consumed by the gossipy wives of Attawit. His parents did not do emotions in public, and the majority of their family dinners occured at charity events and grand openings. Jamie found solace in words though, and the objectivity of news. With news, there was no feeling, only facts. OIC was always a given for the twins. Alexander was an alum, and had been pushing the college on his children their entire lives. He wanted nothing less than the best for his children, and he expected it from them in return. College was no more challenging for Jamie than any other part of life. The perils of Attawit high society were familiar territory to him, and school had always come easy to him. If he had it his way, he'd keep his head down and go about his life, but the universe seems to have a funny way of pulling him into the drama that often engulfs OIC. Or as Katie suggests, Jamie likes being involved, in the eye of the hurricane. But it's definitely not that. At all.

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x x First born and fiery like her father, Katie was the favored twin in the Callaghan household. She was always a daddy's girl, and she often spent the time she wasn't with Jamie, shadowing her father as he began managing his family's business. With the Callaghans, power was everything, and as Katie grew up, she learned to covet it. Some could call her a control freak, others just ambitious. Throughout the years, she's always sought to take the lead, and there's few who think to stop her. This attitude made adolescence far easier for Katie than it was for Jamie. She thrived amongst the Attawit social scene, a charismatic speaker who often found her way into the most inner circles. School was easy for her, both academically and socially. Life in general, has always seemed to bow at her feet, eventually. Katie has never been one for complacency though. Where other's might see ease and accept it gratefully, Katie has always had a heart for challenge. She was no stranger to a busy schedule in high school, and she's learned to juggle in the years since. Always trying to please her father, Katie never questioned attending his alma mater. Her interest in politics was inherited from her grandmother, an old mayor of Attawit whose seat her father hopes to reclaim in the upcoming election. At school, she's always found ways to be involved, and stick her loud, obnoxious self wherever people are willing to hear her opinions. This in turn, leads to a fair share of conflict but Katie's never cared much about what others think. This is her world, and everyone else, well they're just living in it.

「ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ」♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

hello i am here for this

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Apollo || god of the sun

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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GOD OF THE SUN, MUSIC, & MEDICINE

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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THE INNER SELF

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Artemis || goddess of the moon

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ARTEMIS

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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GODDESS OF THE MOON

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THE INNER SELF

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Poseidon || god of the seas

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POSEIDON

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Rudy Pankow | #239B56

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THE INNER SELF

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Vesta || goddess of the hearth

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VESTA

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Tessa Thompson | #F8C471

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GODDESS OF THE HEARTH, HOME, & FAMILY

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 The eldest child of Saturn and the first to be consumed, Vesta's early existence is hazy. She remembers being alone, in a dark, cold, cavern, and then suddenly, a light. A sibling. Family brought her warmth in the days before Zeus, and family is what she fought for in the war against her father. When Jupiter wished to divide the world up, family is all she cared for. Vesta became the mother of all Romans, a warm hand in the darkness, guiding her lost children home. It was only natural that Vesta would grow to prefer the company of mortals to gods. She spent so much time watching over them and their homes, protecting them from all the world's evils, how was she expected to remain detached? She spent her days walking amongst them, hearing their stories and blessing their food. She had no great romances, or tales of adventure like her brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. She simply had her travels, and the wisdom she gained from sitting round the hearth, and listening. When war came again, pounding at the door like it always does eventually, Vesta thought it would be an easy choice. Her family had always been where her loyalties lay. But as the war drug on, and death and destruction rained down upon the mortals, Vesta grew enraged. She could not sacrifice the world she'd helped build, the people she'd guided, for her brother's ambitions. In a great row that shook Rome, Vesta abandoned the War of the Gods, and hid herself away from them. What follows is as hazy as her days in Saturn's stomach.

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THE INNER SELF

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Descension {A Modern God RP}

Poseidon || god of the seas

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POSEIDON

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Rudy Pankow | #239B56

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GOD OF THE SEAS, EARTHQUAKES, & HORSES

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 When the Greeks are brought into conversation, there are usually three who stand out; the brothers, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. Zeus, for all his passions, was a born leader, and Hades, gloomy as he was, could be considered the responsible one. Poseidon was the middle child, prone to fits of rage and melancholy as bids for attention. Last to be eaten and first to be freed, Poseidon spent the first millenia of his existence beholden to Zeus for his freedom. He was loyal, and grateful to rule over the seas when the Titans were banished. With the war fought and won, Poseidon came to realize that he was not a man for peace. Down below the waves he was nothing more than a sunken treasure. As mankind rose from hovels to homes, Poseidon was there, lapping at the sand, and when they got too arrogant, rising up in anger to wash away their progress. When they made it to sea in their floating trees, Poseidon sunk them, and sent back bones. He took fun where he could find it, and pleasure in his power. Of course, this made him something of a controversy among gods and men. Plenty took issue with his nonchalant approach to destruction, but what could they do? Athena was nothing more than sharp words, and mortals could do nothing more than shake their fist and wail at the sea. Of course, peace would not last. When the Romans brought war to them, Poseidon was among the hawks, calling out for blood. And blood he received. War was where the Earthshaker belonged, a force of nature unleashed. Later, he would stop and wonder if it was he who had brought about the Fall, if this was all punishment for him to endure. But first, there would be sleep.

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THE INNER SELF

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Vesta || goddess of the hearth

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VESTA

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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GODDESS OF THE HEARTH, HOME, & FAMILY

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THE INNER SELF

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Descension {A Modern God RP}

Apollo || god of the sun

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Brenton Thwaites | #eed853

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Zeus had never been known for his fidelity, of that, everyone can agree. Leto was just another woman in a long line of affairs, hardly even the first to get pregnant. Nevertheless, Hera came at her with all the rage she usually mustered, and sent the serpent Python slithering after the pregnant Leto. Tired and alone, with the serpent closing in, Leto found refuge on Delos, the ever moving island. Unbound, Delos floated across the many seas, keeping Leto safe from Python. It was on Delos where the twins were born, first Artemis, and then her brother, golden Apollo. Suckling on nectar and nibbling on ambrosia, Apollo grew faster than any mortal. He was fully grown within days, and hungry for vengeance on the beast that had hunted his mother. A babe in man's clothes, he slung his bow across his back and set off to slay a monster. He found the serpent at Delphi, guarding the resting place of his mother, Gaia. Their battle raged for three days, and three nights, but as the sun rose on the fourth morning, Apollo loosed his final arrow, and the great Python fell to the ground, dead. Apollo took Delphi as his sacred site after the battle, and in the years to come, he'd be known as the patron of Oracles. As a young Olympian, Apollo flaunted his divinity every chance he got, leading him into a myriad of troubling situations. Everyone knows the story of him, Daphne, and Eros' accursed arrows. For a long time, Apollo was a sort of proof that gods were just as unchanging as the mortals they lorded over. That is, until Hyacinth. Brash and braggadocios, Apollo was known for falling fast, and leaving faster. What drew him so closely to Hyacinth, none can say for certain. Perhaps it was his beauty, supposedly unmatched, or perhaps it was the fact that Hyacinth chose Apollo over all his other suitors? Whatever the reason, their love, like everything Apollo was apart of, was bright and splendid. Of course, like anything involving a mortal, it was also fleeting. Hyacinth's choice had angered Zephyrus, the West Wind, and he was not known for his forgiveness. One day, while Apollo and Hyacinth were throwing a discus, Zephyrus swooped down, and sent the disc crashing into Hyacinth's skull. He was dead before he hit the ground. Apollo held him until the sun went down, and on the earth, divine tears and mortal blood mingled. At first, Apollo was unaware of the wind's crime. It was Chrysis who betrayed the treachery to him, and unleashed his fury. Zeus forbade him from taking revenge on the winds, but he had said nothing about the other Titans, those who'd sided with the gods and been allowed to keep their domains in return for their loyalty. Zephyrus' uncle, Helios held the sun, his aunt Selene, the moon. With his sister at his side, Apollo challenged Helios to an archery contest, demanding that he answer for his nephew's crime. Artemis demanded the same challenge of Selene. The stakes? The coveted chariots of the Sun and Moon, one a shining star of gold, the other a shimmering silver. The titans lost that day, and with their chariots went any hope of a return. The Olympians had taken what remained of their regality, and they had nothing left but immortality. When the War of the Gods broke out, Apollo was all too ready to fight. It had been ages since the Trojan War, and he was itching for excitement. He and Artemis plagued the Roman countryside, bringing pestilence and chasing away any game. The twin archers were fierce warriors, and while they might not have been frontline fighters like Ares and Athena, they were essential as agents of sabotage. And then, it all went dark.

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THE INNER SELF

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Artemis || goddess of the moon

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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THE INNER SELF

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Protective Clever Brave Vengeful Manipulative Cruel x Artemis wants the Colossus, though what she would do with it is up in the air. While she despises the chains that bind her, she's come to find a new disdain for the gods and their antics. There are some who are better off without their power. Stoic as the moon she used to pull across the sky, Artemis would lie and say she has no fears. Really though, having already lost so much, Artemis is afraid of losing everything. Her immortality, her wealth, the last shreds of her power. She'd never admit it, but Artemis craves divinity as much as any other god.

just gonna casually drop these here

Paramount

_{Starring: Alex Durand and Addison Helmsley
Time: 8:15 AM
Location: The Quad - Room 206}

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Smoke drifted out from between Alex Durand’s lips and floated up, dissipating as the ocean breeze brought the grey cloud into the air. Licking his lips, Alex dropped the end of his joint onto the pavement, crushing it under the heel of his shoe. Pedestrians passing by hardly gave him a second glance as he stepped off the wall, joining the school of fish as they swam to their tanks, to live out whatever miserable lives they’d been destined for.

Not Alex though. He wasn’t a fish, but a bird, flying high above his worries, headed for the aviary that loomed over the city. Marble Heights was waiting, and he’d have to arrive sooner or later.

His plane had landed in San Francisco only a few hours ago, but he’d sent his luggage ahead and got the driver his mom hired to drop him off a few blocks from his favorite ramen place in the city. If he was about to submit to nine months of psychological torture in the name of education, then god damn it he’d start it with a joint and some ramen.

This is how Alex found himself strolling into the Oaklands building at 8:30 in the morning, bobbing his head to the music pouring out of his Airpods and into his ears. Had he opted for a less musical walk to his room, he might’ve heard his name shouted from a few feet behind him, might’ve heard the slapping of expensive sneakers on the pavement, might’ve been prepared for Addison Helmsley to launch herself full force onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and sending his ramen to an early grave. “Fuck! My ramen,” Alex said, the dejection seeping out.

The disappointment on his face was quickly replaced with elation, as he turned around to face his assailant. “Addie!” Alex shouted, wrapping his friend into a hug. “You owe me a ramen by the way,” Alex said, pointing at the noodles on the ground to emphasize his point.

Addison looked stunning, per usual, glamorous, yet casual all at once. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what you get for trying to have the first smoke sesh of the year all by yourself. Selfish little goblin you,” Addie said, reaching up and ruffling Alex’s hair before slipping past him with what he figured was only the first of many bags. Alex followed behind her, ramen left in the past, Airpods slipped into his pocket.

“You seen Reyna yet?” Alex asked as he took in the Oaklands building, scanning for friendly faces.

“If I had, do you think I’d be here?” Addie teased. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned with where Lucy is?” That earned her a light shove from Alex, who was already forming a retort of his own.

“Says the one fawning all over Honey.”

“Oh shut up! I don’t ‘fawn’ over anyone,” Addie said, repaying the shove with a punch to the shoulder before jabbing the button to call the elevator.

“You’re right, you’re more of a stalker really.”

“Hanging out at the cafe is not stalking, Alex. It’s a public space.”

Alex chuckled and shook his head as they stepped into the elevator, and slapped the button for the second floor. “How was your summer? Enough for Queen Addison?” Alex asked, knowing very well what a Helmsley summer entailed.

“Nothing’s ever enough, but it was enjoyable. Missed everyone here though. What about you?”

“Eh, the usual. Worked at one of dad’s shops, went to visit Evan, skated, surfed, smoked.” Wyatt shrugged as the elevator slowed to a halt, and presented him to the second floor. “I’ll text you if I hear about plans?”

“Damn straight you will,” Addie said, before her face was hidden by the reflective metal of the elevator, and Alex began searching for his room. Halfway down the hall he found Room 206, and swiped his ID to get inside. He was sure he’d gotten an email about his roommates, but he’d never bothered checking. They’d either like him or they wouldn’t, he couldn’t really care less about that. He just hoped they weren’t boring as fuck.

Paramount

_{Starring: Jamie and Katie Callaghan
Time: 8:15 AM
Location: The Quad - Room 505}

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San Francisco in the fall was nothing like Beverly Hills, a blessing if you asked Jamie. The morning fog had receded, clutching at the sandy shores of the bay, but the chill in the air hadn’t petered out just yet. Jamie walked across the Marble Heights quad with a sureness in his step, lanky form cutting a line across the grass. In his arms were the entrails of his home library, the most important organs that made up his Frankenstein of a collection, the spines that he couldn’t live without. It was peaceful. Until it wasn’t.

“Hey, Loser!” Katie Callaghan’s voice carried across the mostly empty lawn, only attracting the attention of those lucky few who had yet to hear Katie Callaghan’s outdoor voice. She was clad in her favorite colors, black and red, a vintage leather jacket hanging off her slender frame. Jamie shook his head, glancing up at the sky as if to plead with whatever malicious deity had cursed him with a twin sister.

“Hello to you too,” Jamie said as Katie approached. She smiled and punched him in the arm, just hard enough to say, “I missed you.” “Thanks for that.”

“Anytime, Brother Dearest. How was the drive?” Katie asked, walking backwards infront of Jamie.

“Long. How’s it been here?” The twins had been separated the past two weeks, thanks to Marble Heights’ required RA training weeks, and Jamie’s late night arrival at his hotel last night.

“Oh, it’s been wonderful! You know how much I love gathering round the campfire and singing Kumbaya,” Katie said, sarcasm dripping from her tongue. Jamie laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You’re the one who wanted to be an RA. I told you there’d be some bullshit involved,” Jamie replied.

“Okay, yeah, but I just wanted to be like, the hot, cool RA. Not, learn leadership skills and how to make a bunch of introverts feel at home,” Katie said, letting out an exasperated groan just in case she hadn’t gotten her point across.

“How the fuck did you get past the interview?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Katie flashed her brother a grin. “I’m me!”

Jamie chuckled, hardly surprised by his sister’s antics. “Sounds about right.” Growing up with Katie, one got used to the way her charms beguiled authority figures and peers alike.

Katie spun around just in time to open the door to the new dorms, an effortless move that neither surprised Jamie, nor impressed him. Everything about his sister was effortless. “Welcome to the Oaklands Building. New, expensive, and definitely not a gigantic waste of money.”

“Careful who you say that to. I’ve heard our new home here is a very special donation,” Jamie said, looking around the lobby and taking in the luxury that surrounded them. He was no stranger to the finer things in life, but that didn’t mean he lacked an appreciation.

They rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, and Jamie couldn’t help but let his mind wander as Katie rambled on about the last two weeks she’d spent at Marble Heights. The phone in his pocket was like a lead brick, weighed down by all the responses he hadn’t received.

“Hey, earth to Jamie?” Katie said, snapping her fingers to get Jamie’s attention. He startled, and turned to look at her as the doors slid open. “What’s up with you? You’re acting weird. And not the usual, ‘I’m Jamie and I like to be smarter than everyone else and brood,’ sort of weird.”

Jamie sighed as he stepped into the hall, following the wall to Room 505, where he hoped he’d be the first arrival. “It’s nothing, just… bullshit.” Leaning up against the wall, he balanced the box in one hand while he fished around in his pocket for his wallet, before tossing it to Katie. Without hesitation, she produced his student ID, unlocking the door and leading the way into his new dorm.

“I think, what you just told me, is bullshit. I can play this game longer than you can Jay, c’mon.”

Jamie groaned, following her through the (thankfully) empty suite, into what would soon become his bedroom and setting his books on the floor. “It’s Cole,” Jamie finally said, turning to see Katie rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, that was obvious. Care to elaborate, or have you gone fully mute now?”

Jamie flopped down on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. “It just feels, I don’t know, off. I texted him this morning to try and meet up, and he hasn’t said anything, and his responses the last few days have been super short, and I can’t shake this fucking feeling that I’m about to get dumped.” The words finally expelled, Jamie sunk into the mattress, and let out another sigh.

“Well, fuck him.” Katie walked over and shoved Jamie against the wall, laying down next to him and staring up at the white ceiling. “Boys suck.”

Jamie let out a laugh. “That they do. Any word from Scott?” he asked.

“Oh, we aren’t talking about that,” Katie said, smirking despite the twinge of pain those five letters brought to her. “This is your room, so we’re talking about your boy problems right now.”

Jamie laughed, and turned to face her, resting on his elbow and fixing her with what she liked to call his, “Journalist Stare.” “Y’know, you can be mad about it. I know you are.”

“I’m not mad about it!”

“Katie, you’re baseline is angry, so excuse me if I have trouble believing that,” Jamie said.

Katie rolled her eyes, and slipped off of the mattress, standing up and smoothing out the black denim of her jeans. “I dumped him first, so there’s nothing to be angry about. Sure, I thought we were gonna try the long distance thing this year, and like, sure, I don’t rightfully understand how he could dump me but it is fine. I’m zen.”

“I’m sure you are,” Jamie said, repressing a knowing smirk.

“Oh, fuck you,” Katie replied, adding a middle finger for good measure. “I’ve gotta go make my floor feel welcomed and all that jazz, but I’ll be back later,” Katie said, taking a glance at herself in Jamie’s mirror.

“Oh joy,” Jamie said, already looking for a place to begin his library. Katie gave him one last punch in the arm for a goodbye, before slipping out and upstairs, leaving him alone in his new dorm. He slipped The Great Gatsby under his desk, and did his best to ignore the fact that his phone was still textless.