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Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

I need a roommate for Brianna! (I mean, flying solo is cool too but roommates!!)

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Brianna H. Caverly/Hermes

Brianna H. Caverly

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. -William W. Purkey

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Personal Information

Name:
Brianna Halford Caverly

Nickname
Hal
Bri
Bri-Bri (as a child)

Birth Date
October 19th

Age:
Twenty Years Old

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual, but she's always up for experimenting.

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Brianna stands at a proud 5’10, with long and slender limbs. She is well toned throughout, and though she doesn't have bulging mountains for biceps, they are worthy of being shown off. Her legs are powerful, strong enough to carry her through the track but graceful enough to keep her on top of things in flight. Her skin is on the border of tan and pale, more of a sheer sun kissed look than anything.

Though her prime athletic body is surely taken from her father, her striking face is inherited from her mother. She has light brown tresses, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her face is round, not to the point of being pudgy, but more to keep features delicate and girly. She has sapphire eyes, with flecks of grey in them, and eyebrows with a curved arch. She can't wear makeup on her eyes or face -because she does a lot of activities that could cause running- but she does put on a coat of red lipstick that accents her pouty lips.

Her skin isn't flawless by any means, She has many scars from falling or injuring herself in some way. The way she carries those scars is what makes her seem flawless, with a grace and respect for every mar. She doesn't cover them up, or drench them in products to make the scars fade. Some boys say this gives her an extra level of attractiveness, others say it throws off her face. She couldn't care less.

Clothing Style
Brianna hates unnecessary clothes, she wouldn't be caught dead in sweatshirts or baggy pants that hang loose from her skin. This is why she's usually in skirts or crop-tops. Her tops don't have plunging necklines that reveal her cleavage, and her skirts usually fall just above her knees. They fit her form, just enough to show that she has curves. Underneath her clothes she wears spandex and a sports bra, making her able to strip her outer layer and go for a run with anyone interested.

Her hair is almost always tied up, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face. She's always wearing Fterá Angélou, and has a set of golden wrist cuffs carved with the symbols of her father to match. She has never bothered getting her ears pierced, knowing they could be ripped out if caught on something in flight, and other than her cuffs she wears no jewelry. Her style fits her, always ready to be active or on the run.

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Delving Deeper

Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five

• Pruning the feathers of Fterá Angélou, to calm herself.
• Chatting with herself in different languages, as though she was in a group.
• Chewing on her fingernails, once a biter always a biter.
• When she's bored, she entertains herself by cleaning.
• She has an old soul, enjoying classics much more than modern things.
• Brianna is a bit of a kleptomaniac, taking things that belong to other people. Most times she doesn't even notice what she does, until she's digging through her pockets and finds things that don't belong.

Likes:

• Reading, mostly Edgar Allen Poe
• Music, anything played is good enough for her
• Flying
• Dancing
• Singing
• Track and Field
• Hanging out With Friends

Dislikes:
At least five

• Needles, with a passion
• Being excluded
• Running out of things to do
• Being around people she doesn't know
• Letting strangers into her bubble for team building purposes

Fears:

• Falling while in flight
• Losing connection with her father
• Letting someone dangerous into her personal space
• People finding out about her less than perfect past

Personality:

♦ Prideful ♦ Mischievous ♦ Curious ♦ Active

Brianna is a tomboy, always up for action and hanging out with the guys. She doesn't spend much time worrying about her looks, just enough to stay presentable. She acts a bit more casual around boys, always fearing she has something to prove with other women. Some girls have called her a few names in the past, since she has more male friends than female. She ignores them though, names don't mean a thing if there isn't any truth behind them.

She has a lot of energy, but to cool down she reads books and poems. This gives her some versatility, so she isn't easily labeled as a fitness buff or nerd. She's a good friend to those that don't pick on her, and she can be a bit flirty if you catch her at the right time. When it comes to romance, she doesn't mind making the first move. She does require a lot of trust in people though, someone that can deal with her thefts and the fact that she doesn't have a family outside of her Mom and Dad.

Background:
When Brianna was born, the world didn't stop spinning, there was no choir announcing that a demigod had been born healthy and kicking. Instead, she was handed off to a nurse whilst her mother slept off the painful two hours of pushing. Brianna was fatherless, and her mother's family disapproved so much no one came to hold her hand or comfort her. A wedlocked baby was all they had wanted, and Brianna didn't quite fit.

Life from there was honest and full of tests for Brianna's mother. She was only nineteen, taking care of a baby and withdrawing herself from college. Her family didn't support her, and Brianna's father was nowhere to be seen. She didn't have much, but she nurtured Brianna well, raising her on poems from Edgar Allen Poe and songs by Billy Joel. Looking back now, Brianna figures her mother's love of literature is what hooked her father.

Things started to get complicated when Brianna turned nine. She was sent home from school often, because when the teachers came around to inspect desks, they would see hers full of pencils and hairpieces that didn't belong. Brianna insisted she didn't know why they were there, but no one believed her. It was straight to the office, then straight home. Brianna's mother was concerned, of course, but she didn't see any problems with it. The thefts were just a phase Brianna was going through, she told herself, never punishing her little bundle of joy too severely.

Brianna knew she was different when she was in middle school, her first year of official sports. It wasn't her amazing skills on the court that pointed out her oddities, but that she managed to stay on the team. The coach had been a bit iffy about her, knowing her track record from elementary school. When Brianna started stealing electric tape or cheer ribbons, the coach decided it was time to kick her, star player or no.

Brianna was pulled into the coach’s office, staring up at a lady with crows feet and crooked teeth. The coach told her she was off the team, and that she had to turn in her uniform by Monday morning. It was the week before their first out of town game, and Brianna practically fell on her knees, pleading with the coach to stay in. There was nothing she wanted more than that game, but the coach wasn't having it...until Brianna suggested compromise. Brianna felt the power flowing through her voice, she saw the brief look of confusion on her coach’s face before the lady agreed to let Brianna stay.

Brianna didn't question it, but she was retracted within herself the rest of the day, thinking about what had happened. It was like a switch had been flipped for her powers, because from that day onwards, she used them constantly. When she was in trouble with an adult, it would come out before she could even consider a different way of handling things. If Brianna was to be honest with herself, she would say things got a bit out of hand.

She would use it on the other members of her team, too. Some middle schoolers thought it was unfair, she was a starter on the A-Team in sixth grade. They began to take out agressions on her, and as a means of defense, Brianna would suggest they ‘pick on someone their own size’. Before she knew it, a full on fight had started in the locker room between the older girls. They forgot their team ethics, the coach said, and most of them were kicked off.

It continued outside of school too, she would steal something without noticing, shoving it into her purse while reaching for a chapstick. Then, when she went to leave the alarms would go off. Security would come and check her, looking through her purse and finding the objects. She would tell them she didn't know what they were talking about, and she was free to go.

Once, she was exiting a store and was intercepted by a man. He was tall and full of youth, with wavy hair the same shade as Brianna's. He looked athletic in his Nike shorts and tank-top, and had the strangest pair of shoes, synthetic wings flapping lazily, Brianna figured they were powered by wires in the golden straps. He gave her an apprehensive smile, before handing her a letter.

Contents of The Letter

Dear Brianna,

Please accept this note as a sincere apology. I was not here for you, during your first steps or your first words, but I am here now. To have a child as a God is not easy. I've been watching you grow from the clouds, and I have been sending you and your mother good luck, as a token of my affection for the two of you. It isn't enough to make up for my absence, but I plan on doing that now. I am a part of your life, I always have been and I will continue to be.

With eternal love,
Hermes.

Brianna was tempted to tear up the letter, and get away from the creeper before she was abducted, but something held her there. Was the man really her father? Was he really Hermes, the Greek God they skimmed over in school? Slowly, he got on his knee and opened his arms, like a military father would to greet his child after a tour in some foreign country.

Brianna clenched her fists, almost sure he was her dad. His letter had been an apology, but she was still upset with him. Her mother had waited, all those years, for him to come back and visit their child. Now here he was, and she was already ten. He had missed ten whole years, but treated them like nothing. Tears fell from her cheeks, onto the pavement, and she caved. Running to her father, and wrapping her arms around him.

He told her that he was going to help her control her powers, until he could enroll her in the Olympus Academy. Brianna didn't know what that meant, but she agreed quickly. That same day, Hermes reconnected with his past lover. Brianna's Mom said she understood, and that Hermes could have her during the summer, but would stay out of her life during the school year. They spent that night murmuring on the couch in the living room, and Hermes was gone the next day.

Hermes kept his promise, taking her everywhere during the summer. Teaching her how to layer her Suggestions, and keep from using them. He showed her how to put up a barrier, they were weak though, and she would have to work on them in the Academy. She toured the underworld with him, guiding souls and delivering mail to Hades. Then, when the summer months were over, she was returned home. This carried on for three years, until she was taken out of public school entirely and placed in the Olympus Academy.

Now, she's in her fifth year. She still has great connections with her father, and mother. Her letter is framed and hanging in her room, for her to see every day as she puts on her winged sandals.

Extra
Isis, Egyptian Goddess of magic and plenty of other things. If we're talking Greeks though, I have to go with Hephaestus.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent
Hermes. God of travelers, thieves, merchants, boundaries, messages, luck, and eloquence. To name a few. Brianna really likes to correct people when they say he's just the God of thieves.

Relationship With Godly Parent
Unlike the majority of other kids, Brianna has a good relationship with her father, who has taught her much about her godly abilities. When they are together, they are usually traveling around the world of humans or the realm of the gods. He spoils her, but cares enough to discipline her and keep her in check. He usually lets loose around her, indulging in his trickster side once all work is done. Her father has brought a lot of light to her life, and she's glad she has connected with him in such a way.

Godly Abilities

The Power of Suggestion- Brianna is naturally eloquent, her words carry proudly enough to make any first year Aphrodite child a bit jealous (after that they greatly surpass her.). She can also put a power behind her suggestions, making them nearly irresistible to mortals and weak minded Demigods. Athena and Aphrodite children have a knack for deflecting this ability, and even her most potent suggestions only sound a wee bit sweeter in their ears.

Some Hecate children can sense her charmspeak, but their deflection abilities vary. As mentioned, Brianna can play around with intensity of her Suggestion, where as a child it just came out in waves that were uncontrollable. When she suggests something dangerous, say “Trip and fall on that rock,” it doesn't matter who she's working with, their chance of deflection doubles. This is one of her favorite abilities, and she works on it most.

Fterá Angélou- Brianna has her own special pair of winged shoes, given to her by her father. They have golden straps and feathers that flap even when she isn't flying. The soles are thin plates of flexible something or other (if you want the specifics, ask a Hephaestus kid.) that make it feel like her feet are bare but protected against rocks and other substances that could damage her feet. Very comfortable, they have an amazing ability to never feel worn. Of course, they also allow her to fly. In the eyes of mortals, they look like this

Multilingualism- Have an old papyrus scroll in Ancient Egyptian? Maybe you bought some Japanese snacks and can’t figure out how to microwave it. Well, if Brianna is around, she's your girl. The daughter of the messenger is a hell of a translator, picking up on foreign languages with ease. She knows everything from Afrikaans to Ancient Greek. There aren't many limits to this power, but since she doesn't have anyone to talk to in these languages, it's mostly useless.

Personal Space- Brianna can set a border around herself, by will. It's a circle around her, about two feet away in any direction. Once someone is let in, they are let in permanently. It's a good protection against melee attacks, but anything thrown or shot can pass through. Spears can pass through as well, up to the point it is held. The same goes for gases, and explosive devices. A demigod with a strong will may be able to press against the barrier, but if they don't make it all the way through, they will be knocked back a fair distance.

If you're one of the lucky few Brianna has let in, you connect to a sort of mental link with her. It's a strange sensation, her voice in your mind and vice versa. If you're totally against it, you can put up a defensive wall.

Peak Physical Condition- Brianna is very physically fit, with muscle definition coming all the way from her years as a preteen. She has always excelled in sports, track and field being her favorites. She dominates the field, taking charge with powerful swings or dribbles. She also has the perk of a fast metabolism, being able to eat almost anything, though she sticks to a healthy diet. Some may say she's a health nut, but it's in her genes.

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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

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Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Ahem ahem. Apologies if she sucks, Face Claim is Liv Tyler just so you guys know. @Altered Tundra

Brianna H. Caverly/Hermes

Brianna H. Caverly

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. -William W. Purkey

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Personal Information

Name:
Brianna Halford Caverly

Nickname
Hal
Bri
Bri-Bri (as a child)

Birth Date
October 19th

Age:
Twenty Years Old

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual, but she's always up for experimenting.

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Brianna stands at a proud 5’10, with long and slender limbs. She is well toned throughout, and though she doesn't have bulging mountains for biceps, they are worthy of being shown off. Her legs are powerful, strong enough to carry her through the track but graceful enough to keep her on top of things in flight. Her skin is on the border of tan and pale, more of a sheer sun kissed look than anything.

Though her prime athletic body is surely taken from her father, her striking face is inherited from her mother. She has light brown tresses, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her face is round, not to the point of being pudgy, but more to keep features delicate and girly. She has sapphire eyes, with flecks of grey in them, and eyebrows with a curved arch. She can't wear makeup on her eyes or face -because she does a lot of activities that could cause running- but she does put on a coat of red lipstick that accents her pouty lips.

Her skin isn't flawless by any means, She has many scars from falling or injuring herself in some way. The way she carries those scars is what makes her seem flawless, with a grace and respect for every mar. She doesn't cover them up, or drench them in products to make the scars fade. Some boys say this gives her an extra level of attractiveness, others say it throws off her face. She couldn't care less.

Clothing Style
Brianna hates unnecessary clothes, she wouldn't be caught dead in sweatshirts or baggy pants that hang loose from her skin. This is why she's usually in skirts or crop-tops. Her tops don't have plunging necklines that reveal her cleavage, and her skirts usually fall just above her knees. They fit her form, just enough to show that she has curves. Underneath her clothes she wears spandex and a sports bra, making her able to strip her outer layer and go for a run with anyone interested.

Her hair is almost always tied up, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face. She's always wearing Fterá Angélou, and has a set of golden wrist cuffs carved with the symbols of her father to match. She has never bothered getting her ears pierced, knowing they could be ripped out if caught on something in flight, and other than her cuffs she wears no jewelry. Her style fits her, always ready to be active or on the run.

---

Delving Deeper

Quirks/Oddities/Habits
At least five

• Pruning the feathers of Fterá Angélou, to calm herself.
• Chatting with herself in different languages, as though she was in a group.
• Chewing on her fingernails, once a biter always a biter.
• When she's bored, she entertains herself by cleaning.
• She has an old soul, enjoying classics much more than modern things.
• Brianna is a bit of a kleptomaniac, taking things that belong to other people. Most times she doesn't even notice what she does, until she's digging through her pockets and finds things that don't belong.

Likes:

• Reading, mostly Edgar Allen Poe
• Music, anything played is good enough for her
• Flying
• Dancing
• Singing
• Track and Field
• Hanging out With Friends

Dislikes:
At least five

• Needles, with a passion
• Being excluded
• Running out of things to do
• Being around people she doesn't know
• Letting strangers into her bubble for team building purposes

Fears:

• Falling while in flight
• Losing connection with her father
• Letting someone dangerous into her personal space
• People finding out about her less than perfect past

Personality:

♦ Prideful ♦ Mischievous ♦ Curious ♦ Active

Brianna is a tomboy, always up for action and hanging out with the guys. She doesn't spend much time worrying about her looks, just enough to stay presentable. She acts a bit more casual around boys, always fearing she has something to prove with other women. Some girls have called her a few names in the past, since she has more male friends than female. She ignores them though, names don't mean a thing if there isn't any truth behind them.

She has a lot of energy, but to cool down she reads books and poems. This gives her some versatility, so she isn't easily labeled as a fitness buff or nerd. She's a good friend to those that don't pick on her, and she can be a bit flirty if you catch her at the right time. When it comes to romance, she doesn't mind making the first move. She does require a lot of trust in people though, someone that can deal with her thefts and the fact that she doesn't have a family outside of her Mom and Dad.

Background:
When Brianna was born, the world didn't stop spinning, there was no choir announcing that a demigod had been born healthy and kicking. Instead, she was handed off to a nurse whilst her mother slept off the painful two hours of pushing. Brianna was fatherless, and her mother's family disapproved so much no one came to hold her hand or comfort her. A wedlocked baby was all they had wanted, and Brianna didn't quite fit.

Life from there was honest and full of tests for Brianna's mother. She was only nineteen, taking care of a baby and withdrawing herself from college. Her family didn't support her, and Brianna's father was nowhere to be seen. She didn't have much, but she nurtured Brianna well, raising her on poems from Edgar Allen Poe and songs by Billy Joel. Looking back now, Brianna figures her mother's love of literature is what hooked her father.

Things started to get complicated when Brianna turned nine. She was sent home from school often, because when the teachers came around to inspect desks, they would see hers full of pencils and hairpieces that didn't belong. Brianna insisted she didn't know why they were there, but no one believed her. It was straight to the office, then straight home. Brianna's mother was concerned, of course, but she didn't see any problems with it. The thefts were just a phase Brianna was going through, she told herself, never punishing her little bundle of joy too severely.

Brianna knew she was different when she was in middle school, her first year of official sports. It wasn't her amazing skills on the court that pointed out her oddities, but that she managed to stay on the team. The coach had been a bit iffy about her, knowing her track record from elementary school. When Brianna started stealing electric tape or cheer ribbons, the coach decided it was time to kick her, star player or no.

Brianna was pulled into the coach’s office, staring up at a lady with crows feet and crooked teeth. The coach told her she was off the team, and that she had to turn in her uniform by Monday morning. It was the week before their first out of town game, and Brianna practically fell on her knees, pleading with the coach to stay in. There was nothing she wanted more than that game, but the coach wasn't having it...until Brianna suggested compromise. Brianna felt the power flowing through her voice, she saw the brief look of confusion on her coach’s face before the lady agreed to let Brianna stay.

Brianna didn't question it, but she was retracted within herself the rest of the day, thinking about what had happened. It was like a switch had been flipped for her powers, because from that day onwards, she used them constantly. When she was in trouble with an adult, it would come out before she could even consider a different way of handling things. If Brianna was to be honest with herself, she would say things got a bit out of hand.

She would use it on the other members of her team, too. Some middle schoolers thought it was unfair, she was a starter on the A-Team in sixth grade. They began to take out agressions on her, and as a means of defense, Brianna would suggest they ‘pick on someone their own size’. Before she knew it, a full on fight had started in the locker room between the older girls. They forgot their team ethics, the coach said, and most of them were kicked off.

It continued outside of school too, she would steal something without noticing, shoving it into her purse while reaching for a chapstick. Then, when she went to leave the alarms would go off. Security would come and check her, looking through her purse and finding the objects. She would tell them she didn't know what they were talking about, and she was free to go.

Once, she was exiting a store and was intercepted by a man. He was tall and full of youth, with wavy hair the same shade as Brianna's. He looked athletic in his Nike shorts and tank-top, and had the strangest pair of shoes, synthetic wings flapping lazily, Brianna figured they were powered by wires in the golden straps. He gave her an apprehensive smile, before handing her a letter.

Contents of The Letter

Dear Brianna,

Please accept this note as a sincere apology. I was not here for you, during your first steps or your first words, but I am here now. To have a child as a God is not easy. I've been watching you grow from the clouds, and I have been sending you and your mother good luck, as a token of my affection for the two of you. It isn't enough to make up for my absence, but I plan on doing that now. I am a part of your life, I always have been and I will continue to be.

With eternal love,
Hermes.

Brianna was tempted to tear up the letter, and get away from the creeper before she was abducted, but something held her there. Was the man really her father? Was he really Hermes, the Greek God they skimmed over in school? Slowly, he got on his knee and opened his arms, like a military father would to greet his child after a tour in some foreign country.

Brianna clenched her fists, almost sure he was her dad. His letter had been an apology, but she was still upset with him. Her mother had waited, all those years, for him to come back and visit their child. Now here he was, and she was already ten. He had missed ten whole years, but treated them like nothing. Tears fell from her cheeks, onto the pavement, and she caved. Running to her father, and wrapping her arms around him.

He told her that he was going to help her control her powers, until he could enroll her in the Olympus Academy. Brianna didn't know what that meant, but she agreed quickly. That same day, Hermes reconnected with his past lover. Brianna's Mom said she understood, and that Hermes could have her during the summer, but would stay out of her life during the school year. They spent that night murmuring on the couch in the living room, and Hermes was gone the next day.

Hermes kept his promise, taking her everywhere during the summer. Teaching her how to layer her Suggestions, and keep from using them. He showed her how to put up a barrier, they were weak though, and she would have to work on them in the Academy. She toured the underworld with him, guiding souls and delivering mail to Hades. Then, when the summer months were over, she was returned home. This carried on for three years, until she was taken out of public school entirely and placed in the Olympus Academy.

Now, she's in her fifth year. She still has great connections with her father, and mother. Her letter is framed and hanging in her room, for her to see every day as she puts on her winged sandals.

Extra
Isis, Egyptian Goddess of magic and plenty of other things. If we're talking Greeks though, I have to go with Hephaestus.

---

Godly Information

Godly Parent
Hermes. God of travelers, thieves, merchants, boundaries, messages, luck, and eloquence. To name a few. Brianna really likes to correct people when they say he's just the God of thieves.

Relationship With Godly Parent
Unlike the majority of other kids, Brianna has a good relationship with her father, who has taught her much about her godly abilities. When they are together, they are usually traveling around the world of humans or the realm of the gods. He spoils her, but cares enough to discipline her and keep her in check. He usually lets loose around her, indulging in his trickster side once all work is done. Her father has brought a lot of light to her life, and she's glad she has connected with him in such a way.

Godly Abilities

The Power of Suggestion- Brianna is naturally eloquent, her words carry proudly enough to make any first year Aphrodite child a bit jealous (after that they greatly surpass her.). She can also put a power behind her suggestions, making them nearly irresistible to mortals and weak minded Demigods. Athena and Aphrodite children have a knack for deflecting this ability, and even her most potent suggestions only sound a wee bit sweeter in their ears.

Some Hecate children can sense her charmspeak, but their deflection abilities vary. As mentioned, Brianna can play around with intensity of her Suggestion, where as a child it just came out in waves that were uncontrollable. When she suggests something dangerous, say “Trip and fall on that rock,” it doesn't matter who she's working with, their chance of deflection doubles. This is one of her favorite abilities, and she works on it most.

Fterá Angélou- Brianna has her own special pair of winged shoes, given to her by her father. They have golden straps and feathers that flap even when she isn't flying. The soles are thin plates of flexible something or other (if you want the specifics, ask a Hephaestus kid.) that make it feel like her feet are bare but protected against rocks and other substances that could damage her feet. Very comfortable, they have an amazing ability to never feel worn. Of course, they also allow her to fly. In the eyes of mortals, they look like this

Multilingualism- Have an old papyrus scroll in Ancient Egyptian? Maybe you bought some Japanese snacks and can’t figure out how to microwave it. Well, if Brianna is around, she's your girl. The daughter of the messenger is a hell of a translator, picking up on foreign languages with ease. She knows everything from Afrikaans to Ancient Greek. There aren't many limits to this power, but since she doesn't have anyone to talk to in these languages, it's mostly useless.

Personal Space- Brianna can set a border around herself, by will. It's a circle around her, about two feet away in any direction. Once someone is let in, they are let in permanently. It's a good protection against melee attacks, but anything thrown or shot can pass through. Spears can pass through as well, up to the point it is held. The same goes for gases, and explosive devices. A demigod with a strong will may be able to press against the barrier, but if they don't make it all the way through, they will be knocked back a fair distance.

If you're one of the lucky few Brianna has let in, you connect to a sort of mental link with her. It's a strange sensation, her voice in your mind and vice versa. If you're totally against it, you can put up a defensive wall.

Peak Physical Condition- Brianna is very physically fit, with muscle definition coming all the way from her years as a preteen. She has always excelled in sports, track and field being her favorites. She dominates the field, taking charge with powerful swings or dribbles. She also has the perk of a fast metabolism, being able to eat almost anything, though she sticks to a healthy diet. Some may say she's a health nut, but it's in her genes.

I give most credit to the wonderful people in the discord chat for her powers, @Onarax especially.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

_{in collaboration with @Meiyuki}

"This Better Not Be Goodbye"

Lorelai's eyes finally fluttered open. She felt strange, her body tingled with an alien warmth. 'I'm a Dragon now she thought to herself. She ran a mental checklist over her body, wriggling her toes and fingers to ensure everything was still in working order. Everything seems to be in order. Suddenly she realized the source of these strange sensations.

There was no pain. The twisted power that had ravaged her frail form for so long now rested contentedly in her mind. It's a wondrous thing to suddenly be bereft of pain so deeply embedded as to no longer be noticable. Her mouth bloomed into a silly grin.

With a giggle the threw the sheets off of her nude form and spung to her feet. Spinning her eyes fell on an even more wondrous sight. "Elizabeth! My sweet, my darling, my Knight."

Elizabeth was seated in the armchair she'd often used for reading, overlooking the new armaments she'd received from the forgemaster. Lorelai skipped over to the huntress who managed to set her new weaponry aside - barely - just before the Dragon leapt into her lap, planting a kiss on the blonde woman's cheek.

"Good morning." She whispered.

Elizabeth had been sitting in the armchair silently, for just a few quiet minutes. Though she had glanced at Lorelai's sleeping form when she had first arrived in the room, her vision was soon overtaken by her amazing new weaponry.

The dart on her new whip gleamed, it was a black color that shined purple like obsidian when tilted in the sunlight. The chain looked like a regular silver, but it was lightweight and each thin bar was engraved with a blood red dragon, in various fighting stances. The spear was the same obsidian black throughout, and just as decorative. The eyes of all the silver dragons were embedded with glowing rubies. Both weapons had blades that looked sharp enough to cut through steel.

Her armor was gorgeous, made of the same lightweight material used for her whip. It shined like a beacon, where it sat waiting to be worn in the corner of the room. On the shoulder plates, was the crest of the Von’Strauss clan, but the forgemaster had given her replacements that were plain. He knew very well that wearing the Von’Strauss crest was not allowed in the real world. She had thanked the forgemaster heavily, kissing his calloused hand that was twice as big as her body.

Her steady concentration was snapped as Lorelai awoke. The girl skipped towards her and in a panic Elizabeth shoved the weapons off of her lap, they hit the floor with a dull clang. Elizabeth steadied Lorelai as she landed, smiling merrily. ”Whatever happened to you, Lorelai? You seem oddly cheerful for a lady so tired just moments ago. I just returned from the forgemaster, if you couldn't tell.” Her eyes sparkled with an almost motherly pride as she mentioned the new weapons.

"My heart is light, and burning brightly this morning. I wonder why?" Lorelai winked at her lover.

She turned her eyes towards Elizabeth's new whip, now laying on the floor. She shifted, and much to her surprise a small serpentine tail snaked out from her rear to retrieve it, before dissapating back into black smoke. "That will take some getting used to."

She turned the beautiful instrument over in her hands. The whip was a master's weapon, it had reach, power, and grace. Elizabeth was a dangerous woman. Sometimes it was easy to forget that. "It's beautiful, much like its owner. Is this adamantine?" She examined the tip with reverence.

”I'm very glad to hear that, Lady Lore. No more dark clouds for the time being?” Elizabeth brightened noticeably, watching with thick curiosity as Lorelai sprouted a tail. It was black and reptilian, and carried an almost sentient grace before it disappeared in a cloud of smoke. ”I'm sure you will, soon you'll forget how you ever operated without your new appendages.”

She watched as Lorelai inspected the whip, holding it like someone who had no experience in any weapon other than a ritual dagger. It was endearing, and Elizabeth wondered if she could ever coerce Lorelai into taking lessons. ”I believe it is, he seemed very proud of the materials. He was also happy to be making weapons for a real warrior. Tell me, what's special about adamantine?”

"Nothing but buzzy happy thoughts, maybe a little cheerful whimsy." Lorelai leaned in to steal a proper kiss before returning her attention to Liz's new weapon.

"Stories say adamantine came from the stars, crashing down to earth when it was young. I don't know the truth myself, but I do know that this is a dragonslayer's weapon." She grinned brightly. "The finest mundane steel in the world is nothing put parchment against this edge."

"Remind me to avoid offending you, love." She winked.

Elizabeth shivered at the kiss, it was a rather pleasant sensation that sent a shock of warmth through her body. ”Comes from stars? What a special little gem. Well, two gems if you count Emiliah’s spear. I've no clue how to deliver it to her. I don't even know if she'd accept it.” Elizabeth peered at the spear by her feet, it was a heavy rock thrown upon the scale of her choice. Staying with Lorelai sank lower and lower.

”I really do miss them…I wonder what Andri is doing? He wouldn't believe it if I told him I saw a true giant. Oh, and Flint! What would he think?” Her voice took on a tone of solemn wonder, and a small blush found her cheeks when she thought of Flint in front of Lorelai. ”The last time I saw him he was trying to kill you, I doubt much has changed since then.“ She barked a laugh, but it was weak and low.

Lorelai pressed head against Liz's shoulder, tucking herself snuggly into her lover's lap. "I haven't the faintest love." Her hand came up to stroke the woman's cheek. "But, I've been doing some thinking."

"I've no ill will towards either Flint or his brother... I've already taken enough from them." She sighed. "I promise to do everything in my power to remain hidden, so that whatever you choose won't lead you against either me or your friends."

"And if you want to visit them you have my leave to do so, whenever you'd like." Lorelai found Liz's hand, and intertwined their fingers. "I don't know what you'll tell them, you may have to lie, but I don't want to make you choose. Not if I don't have to."

Lying, Elizabeth thought, suddenly despising the very idea of lying. It had been an afterthought before, but now that Lorelai hit her with the idea, it was obvious. Of course I'm going to have to lie, what did I expect? She grimaced, the horrible truth leaving her head spinning. If she went back, the rest of her life would be built on the foundation of lies.

”Yes, I suppose I may have to lie.” She admitted, squeezing Lorelai's hand to ground herself. ”It's a risk seeing them, but shouldn't I at least try? They deserve to know what happened to me, at least know I'm alive.” She chewed on her inner cheek, indecisive. Everything had told her to go, but she had been naive, and she hadn't thought of the consequences.

"I want you to be happy love." Lorelai kissed the huntress' cheek. "I also want you to stay with me of course, but that's selfish. You've got family and friends to think about." her stomach churned at the possibility of losing Elizabeth, but she couldn't live with herself if she trapped her sweetheart into a life she may not want.

"I don't want to lose you, but I won't bind you to me if you want to go home." She whispered. "Tell me what you need, and I'll do it." Her heart fluttered in her chest, pleading silently for mercy.

I...I need…” Elizabeth paused, her lips pursed as she held Lorelai, cradling the witch against her chest. She needed many things, her heart still irritably split. She felt it tear, one side swolen with the pain of losing her newfound lover, the other throbbing rapidly at the thought of losing her friends. She had betrayed them, yes, but there was still a chance she could salvage her broken bonds.

Liz sighed softly, the breath escaping her parted lips. ”I need to go ho-” She bit down hard on her tongue as she was about to say the word ‘home'. ”I need to go to Seren's Folly, for the time being. I need a damned good cover story too.” She laughed, pained and weary.

Lorelai's heart would not get any mercy it seemed. Love was a rose, and its thorns bit deeply into her chest. "A-...as you wish Elizabeth." She stood slowly and went to collect some clothes from her dresser. "Do you have everything you need? I'll have Sousiel take us ho-, to the castle momentarily." She choked back tears.

Elizabeth stared hard into Lorelai's back, but she made no move to comfort her, it would only make leaving that much worse. Instead, she gathered up her new weaponry and armor, looking over it to distract herself from any sort of negative emotions. She had to go back, it was that or never seeing them again, and as much as she cared for the witches, it was time to return to her old friends. She made a silent promise to Lorelai, vowing that she would return. ”I think I'm ready.” She said, her voice void of emotions.

"Sousiel, take us back." Lorelai said. The two felt the demon in their minds as the room melted into a starless void. They floated there, as disembodied minds, for several fleeting moments before finding themselves deposited back in Lorelai's tower on the material plane once again.

Sousiel's arms where around her mistress before they'd had any time to react. "... mistress." her voice was small. "There's been some trouble."

Elizabeth didn't mind floating around as a disembodied essence, those few silent heartbeats were amazingly calm. It was when they returned that Elizabeth felt uneasy, her whole body tensing when Sousiel wrapped her arms around Lorelai, saying there was trouble. ”Sousiel, what happened?” She spat the words rapidly, before Lorelai could open her mouth to speak. ”If it is my place...of course.”

Sousiel tilted her head at Elizabeth, not sure why it wouldn't be the place of Lorelai's knight to hear the news. "Matrim, a hunter, nearly killed Triss and has escaped." Her tone was worried. "They know where we are now Lorelai..."

Lorelai's pained heart sank further. Just moments ago she was in the arms of a woman she loved, at peace with Medusa. Now she was back where she'd started, alone with war on her doorstep. More of life's cruelties. "Which means Flint and Fenros will be here soon, to claim my head as they've always dreamt." She shuffled to the foot of her bed in a daze.

”You guys were holding Matrim prisoner?” Elizabeth didn't know what wounded her more, the fact that they were holding Matrim hostage, or the fact that Matrim had escaped and was planning on waging war. Now she knew, with absolute certainty, that she had to return to Seren's Folly.

Liz moved over to Lorelai, taking the woman up in a strong hug. ”I will go to Seren's Folly myself, and talk them down, if that is what you wish.” She looked to Sousiel, to confirm this. Lorelai would want the best for Liz, so she wouldn't answer truthfully.

"If you talk them down... they'll never let you stay with them love." Lorelai said saddly. She patted Liz's shoulder, allowing herself to lean her head against the huntress' shoulder. "I'll handle this."

Sousiel looked between the two, her eyes narrowing. "Lorelai... she's your damned knight. Let the woman try to save your life, and your sister's lives. Otherwise things are going to get real bloody, real fast." Her eyes met Liz's, twinking with an accusation she dared not voice in front of her mistress.

Elizabeth groaned at the accusatory stare Sousiel gave her, but she would have to explain herself later on. For now, her thoughts remained on the situation at hand. "Sousiel is right, I need to go over there and at least try to talk them down. Otherwise, a lot of innocent witches could die." She held Lorelai at arm's length, and smiled. "If I fail, you and the other witches can step in. Until then, I'm on my own."

"Your dreams, your friends, your family. You can't give that up for me. I want you to stay with me, but not because of this." Lorelai returned Liz's smile weakly. "I wanted you to choose me, not to get stuck with second best."

Sousiel's eyes flashed angrily, before she turned and left the room. Better than speaking her mind, by a longshot.

Elizabeth watched Sousiel flee, and her own sadness deepened. She turned her attention back to Lorelai and shook her head. "Lorelai, you aren't second best. My journey to Seren's Folly is temporary, I will always return to you. Now I have a duty there." She gave Lorelai an encouraging squeeze, before getting up to chase Sousiel.

"I'm going to talk to Sousiel, then we'll see to it that I'm on my way." Liz gave Lorelai a peck on the forehead, and sprinted out the door to find the demon.

"I love you!" Lorelai's fearful voice chased the woman down the hall.

Liz came upon Sousiel standing at the base of Lorelai's tower. Arms folded beneath her chest her face was angry. Her lower lip trembled as she spied Liz. "Please explain to me what's happening."

"I don't want to hate you, but I'm getting pretty close here." Sousiel spoke slowly. "Now please, tell me you haven't stolen Lorelai's heart, only to leave her. Can you do that?"

Elizabeth leaned against the nearest wall, her arms folded and her face steely. ”I believe what's happening is I'm trying to go to Seren's Folly, to end the war efforts before the start. I am doing this for Lorelai, but also to save the other witches in this domain.” She watched Sousiel’s expression, the demon was angry on behalf of her Mistress. Here Elizabeth was, giving herself to Lorelai and then running away in the span of a day.

”You are allowed to hate me, because it may be a day or two before I can return and seek Lorelai again. I may even be killed, by the hunters there, and cause her another heartache.” Liz strode to Sousiel, her hand hovering cautiously above the demon's shoulder. She met Sousiel's mismatched eyes, taking in the colors. ”However, I promise on my fragile life, that I will return for Lorelai. Even if I have to fight my way out. I will not hurt her, the way others have.”

With that, Liz crossed her heart, a confident smile on her face. ”If it makes you happier, I'll take a blood oath.” Elizabeth chuckled, but knew Sousiel would probably take up the offer. ”You may hate me now, but I need you to help me get ready. I will not pain Lorelai with preparations for my departure.”

Sousiel nodded grimmly. "I knew I liked you." she started stripping in the hallway. "Take me with you, join my spirit with your flesh, and I'll see you living on the other side of this."

"Lorelai's just scared, for you, of losing you." she grinned at the huntress. "She'll get over it. Right now her heart goes with you though, and I'm going to make sure it makes it back in one piece. So open up."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, curious as to how this would work. She would be binding herself with a demon, then going into a bar full of hunters. ”Sousiel I trust you, but aren't you afraid of Flint and Fenros sensing your demonic presence in my body, and then...you know, killing us? That is their specialty.” Although she had just described one of the many possible deaths they could face, Elizabeth's eyes were mirthful. She didn't give it a second thought, opening her body to Sousiel's invasion.

"I'm a bit more dangerous than that Lizzie." Sousiel's eyes glimmered with malevolence as her shape blurred into black smoke. Liz felt a burning sensation as Sousiel poured her essence down the huntress' throat, dispersing her power throughout Liz's body. The Knight's limbs filled with unholy might as the demon deepened the binding, leaving herself defenseless in Liz's frame.

"My power is yours now. I'll slumber in the back of your mind undetected." Sousiel's eyes opened just behind Liz's, and the demon whispered gently inside the huntress' mind. It was a strangley comfortable sensation, as Sousiel curled up in the back of Liz's consiousness. "Good luck Elizabeth, wake me when things go wrong, and I'll make a mess."

The burning sensation of Sousiel was slowly transformed into power, and Elizabeth stretched her muscles to make it dissipate. Sousiel whispered in the back of her mind, a shiver that reminded her of nights by the fireplace, getting her hair brushed and fussed over by nannies. A wave of sensual tiredness brushed over her, and she bounced a bit to shake it off. ”If this all goes as planned, I won't need to use you, and the death toll will be zero.”

Liz swooped down to pick up Sousiel's clothes, and hustled back to Lorelai's personal abode. Once there, she shedded her clothing, and changed into something fresh. ”Lorelai, dear, I want you to know that everything is fine.” She equpped her new whip, hanging it on her hip and stroking its weightless bars. She planned to go to the training grounds, and get a feel for it before she left. ”Is there anything you would like to do before we leave? Tour the gardens, walk in the woods, anything?

Lorelai looked up from her demonology, smiled softly as her eyes fell on Liz's features. "I know, but I worry. Probably more than I should." She stood, making her way slowly to stand in front of her knight.

She leaned her head up, standing on tip-toe, to press her lips against Liz's. When she finally managed to pull away she whispered. "There is... one thing I'd like to do before you go, but it might take a little while." Her face colored lightly as she winked.

Elizabeth flushed momentarily, as Lorelai told her what she wanted to do. ”I have some extra time, and what a lovely way to say goodbye.” Elizabeth pulled Lorelai in for a kiss, long and rough. They didn't have much time to utilize, and she didn't plan on wasting a single moment. For all she knew, this was the last time she would see Lorelai. Sousiel, do you think you could…? She didn't know how to finish that request, leaving it up to Sousiel to decide as she took Lorelai to the bed.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Short but sweet. Hope you don't mind

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Belle@Prince of Seraphs

Arethusa

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Arethusa stared daggers at the Nymph before her, who had placed Lyra in her arms. She raised her hand, as though to smack her sister, but lowered it instead to smooth the young girl's hair. The Nymph's lip quivered, and she exited the room as fast as she could. Arethusa fumed, her eyes glowing bright green. They calmed instantly as she looked down at Lyra, the poor girl was scared half to death.

”My poor girl, I am sorry our prisoner frightened you so. If he dares to reach for you again...” Her face set sternly, calming just as quickly. She smiled, full of affection for the eternally youthful girl. ”When Ba-Ba returns, we will make sure the mean prisoner is taken care of.” She glanced at Raven and chuckled, dismissing the situation.

”Then we shall see if I can take you to my land, the animals miss you dearly. I will let you ride the wolves, just don't tell on me.” She didn't give Raven the pleasure of being quiet about her landform, it was no secret she owned one. The real question, was the location of her magical forest. The only one to have ever found it was Feoras, who had followed her home after her dance in the woods. He still held it against her at times, but it was more of a joke than anything. His own, rude joke.

As she cradled Lyra, she watched Raven eat. The Fae had checked the food for poison beforehand, which was unnecessary but fun to watch. ”I trust you enjoy the citrus? If you would like, I can send you off with a few tarts. I hear they are delicacies, but I've yet to indulge.” She took a seat in one of the lounging chairs, they looked brand new, but were comfortable and slightly worn. She rocked Lyra in a smooth rhythm, spreading a motherly warmth through the child. She cared for the child as a friend, but also as a motherly figure. The child was stuck in the age of four, and she needed comfort at every turn. Often, Arethusa would ask the king to shift her age, let her live life in different stages. Other times she would ask Feoras to expose her to new things, each time he refused. It wasn't her place to argue.

”What is it you seek in life, Raven? Others with your abilities would ask for power, but you seem taken by something else.” Arethusa stared at Raven with an almost childlike wonder, captivated by the thought of a new story. She could relay it to the forest, in the form of a hymn. ”If you would like to tell me, of course.” She said quickly, deciding to be thoughtful.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Writing up a response ASAP!

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Meiyuki I'm in the collab, and I'll be there for a while. :)