Fantasy ȶɦɛ ɦɛʀƈʊʟɛǟռ ȶʀɨǟʟֆ — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳

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the herculean trials

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the plot

synopsis

genre

action, adventure, fantasy

warnings

death, violence

gm

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status

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Established in the early 20th century and settled in the remote country side of New York State, Viridian Academy was created as a safe space for demigods to go once they aged out of Camp Half-Blood and entered adulthood. It offers a wide array of courses fit for its special demographic of students, but for those looking for further exclusivity, there’s something beyond the hidden campus and challenging classes: whispers of a secret society echo within the ivy-covered walls of Viridian, but one simply doesn’t go looking for the Order of Prometheus. If they want to be made known, they’ll do it themselves, but only to those they deem deserving of their favor.

It’s not clear how long the Order has been operating, and to most of the Academy’s inhabitants whether or not it even truly exists, but that’s how its members prefer it. The Order is like a slowly-spreading sickness—the longer Viridian’s higher-ups willfully ignore it, the more damage it can do to the school. Until someone puts a forceful stop to their odd practices, though, things will carry on as usual this year, starting with their infamous Herculean Trials.

The unlabeled ivory envelopes, marked only by golden seals, are distributed in the guise of night to the small group of carefully selected, prospective new members of the Order, setting into motion the initiation ritual. No one ever dares to turn down the invitation; by that time, they know too much, and the Order doesn’t take its secret existence lightly. If and when the initiates eventually regret their choice to follow through, it’s too late—they’re already in the Order’s suffocating grasp, and the only way out is falling victim to the Herculean Trials as so many other students have in the past, mysterious vanishings written off by the school board as runaway cases.

Things are bound to be taken too far eventually—the Gods have been paying closer attention to the Order’s antics than the Aegis-born realize, and their patience is wearing thin—and when they do, will the Order of Prometheus finally reach its time of rising up against the Olympians, or will they be blind-sided by the fact that perhaps they weren’t as invincibly strong as they’ve come to believe?

sheet outline

Before I get into the form details, I’d like to clarify some things I might not have before. As of right now, there’s no character limit, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to accept everyone, only the characters I feel will fit this setting best. There’s a small number of Aegis-born spots (6), and for those of you looking to apply for these, if I do not choose you for that role, your character might still work as a Child of Prometheus or Initiate, and I will let you know where they stand when I start accepting characters. As of right now, there’s no set due date for sheets, but I’ll likely pick one by the end of the week if not sooner. By then, if anyone needs an extension, please let me know, and we can figure something out!

DOSSIER --
name:
nickname(s):
age:
date of birth:
gender:
sexuality:
role:

VISAGE --
height:
weight:
build:
hair:
eyes:
body modifications:
scars:
face claim:

PSYCHE --
personality: a brief paragraph description; doesn’t have to be super detailed, just enough to tell us who they are
virtues: 5+
vices: 5+
strengths: 3+
weaknesses: 3+
fears:

HISTORY --
background: a 3+ paragraph description; things to consider when writing this: their life at camp half-blood before moving to viridian academy and what that transition was like, how/when they got their letter from the order and how their initiation went (if applicable; if an initiate, skip)

MISCELLANEOUS --
dorm:
grade:
godly parent:
weapon of choice:
supernatural abilities: 3 max.; remember to give your character a downside to their gifts so as to not make them too overpowered

Remember, this is just an outline, so if there’s anything you’d like to add that you think we should know about your character, feel free!

the rules

rules

rule one

Obviously, all RPN rules apply, but a large part of OOC interactions will occur over Discord (which is a must! I’ll send out a link for the group to those of you who are accepted). Please treat each other with kindness and respect! No hate-fueled speech of any sort will be tolerated.

rule two

This is a college-based setting, so all characters should be aged accordingly (18-25). Please use realistic face claims only, and while this is a power-heavy/supernatural environment, remember to give your characters limitations as well. Nobody’s perfect in real life, and nobody should be here, either.

rule three

There is no set start/due date for this as I want to see how much interest it garners first. Please be patient with me, and I’ll be patient with you! While I’m eager to get things going here, real life issues are always a priority. Once this begins, I’d like to see at least one 5+ paragraph post per week, but if you have any problems that would prevent that, please let me know, and we can work something out!

the vibes

moodboard

wordbank

mythology

quests

danger

dark academia

secret society

demigods

monsters

the houses

dorms

naturalis mundi

#sky

#sea

#earth

This dorm is the place for children of Gods with domain over anything pertaining to the natural world—light, air, water, and earth. Descendants of Poseidon, Zeus, and Demeter would be well at home here, to name a few.

bellum et pax

#battle

#knowledge

#stratagem

War and wisdom often go hand-in-hand, as Gods like Athena know well. This dorm is for the offspring of any such God, whether they lean more towards the chaos of battle or the peace of knowledge and learning.

amare

#love

#emotions

#fertility

While expressing their emotions in healthy ways isn’t necessarily a strong suit for the Gods, many of them like to meddle in the love affairs of those around them, such as Aphrodite and her son, Eros. This dorm is the place for the Gods of Love and/or Fertility’s many, many children.

artem

#arts

#creativity

#building

Since the Greek myths first came to be, the arts have always played a large part in the stories, and likewise, many of the Gods have adopted their own area of expertise. For any student with a knack for music, theater, tinkering, or painting, this is the dorm for them.

vita et mors

#life

#sustenance

#death

Life and death is inevitable for everyone except the Gods, even their offspring. Sometimes, it can be prolonged by way of medicine or healing magic, but most make a trip to Hades eventually. This dorm is for the kids of any Gods ruling over the cycle of the living or the dead.

magus

#magic

#occult

#otherworldly

Even in a place of supernatural power, there is a special kind of magic that not many possess but everyone seeks out. Hecate and Circe are but two examples of those possessing of such abilities, but any student with an especially rare connection to the occult is welcome in this dorm.

the spots

roles

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the aegis-born

#heads of houses

#power hungry

#wannabe gods

In the Greek myths, Aegis was the shield of Athena, and likewise, the leaders of the Order of Prometheus view themselves as invincible. There’s one appointed from each House as a representative in the Order, an upperclassman with too much experience and an abundance of confidence. They believe that the Gods are old-fashioned—they’ve had their turn at power, but it’s time someone more deserving took their place. The Aegis-born, as they call themselves, treat each other like minor Gods in the making and the rest of the Order as their followers. They confuse their responsibilities as the Heads of their respective Houses with the opportunity to create chaos from a safe distance, taking little regard to the consequences of their actions. Their high standing has inflated their egos, to say the least, but when the other members of the Order need them, can they be counted on to make a sacrifice for the greater good?

click!

children of prometheus

#order members

#followers

#brain washed

The best of what Viridian has to offer, these students were strong and smart enough to overcome the Aegis-born’s Herculean Trials yet still fell victim to their cultish way of thinking. While they’re not nearly as fanatic as their leaders, the Children of Prometheus are prone to doing their superiors’ dirty work, often without a second thought. If the Aegis-born ever need a scape goat, any of these members are likely to be the face of blame. Whether they have been won over by their leaders’ beliefs or are too afraid of what would happen if they tried to leave the Order, the Children of Prometheus seem perfectly content to be dragged into the chaos. Most of them, anyway, though, every once in a while, a rogue member tries to warn the new initiates of the Order’s dark side. Maybe this year, they’ll be successful in dissuading a few of the prospects. Probably not, but it’s worth a shot, right?

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the initiates

#newcomers

#hazing

#herculean trials

The Order of Prometheus is a very selective group—not many are entirely convinced of its existence, as it’s rare they ever reveal themselves. Each year, a small handful of potential new members are picked by the Aegis-born to undergo a series of tests—the Herculean Trials, named after the myths of Heracles and his twelve tasks—to prove that they are worthy of a spot in the Order. The Trials are no small feat—some prospective members have died in the past. Many of the tests involve fulfilling nearly impossible requests—stealing a Golden Apple from the Garden of Hesperides, spending a night in the Underworld—that draw the attention of the Gods as a way of challenging their authority. Eventually, things are bound to go too far, their limits reached, but the Aegis-born claim they’ll be ready when they do.

Engage with the pain as a motive Today of all days see how the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and rise above

Engage with the pain as a motive Today of all days see how the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and rise above

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• Dex
• Jack
• Mia
• Naomi

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  • BASICS

    full name

    dexter aria sloane
    
    

    nickname

    dex
    
    

    age

    nineteen
    
    

    d.o.b.

    october 31st, scorpio
    
    

    gender

    cis female
    
    

    sexuality

    bisexual
    
    

    role

    initiate

    VISAGE

    height

    5’7”
    
    

    weight

    124 lbs
    
    

    build

    ectomorph
    
    

    hair

    dexter’s dark, chocolate-colored hair falls just below her shoulders. it’s naturally straight, with a few waves here and there, and she keeps it parted down the middle, though the bangs and blue tips are a newer addition. most of the time, she wears her hair loose, but on the rare occasion that she ties it all back, it’s a sure sign that she’s about to get her hands dirty.
    
    

    eyes

    on first glance, dex’s eyes appear to be a warm brown. if one were to really study them, however, they would find that there are faint rings of murky green around the outsides of her irises, but she rarely allows people to get close enough to notice this.
    
    

    mods

    aside from the standard earlobe piercings, dex has the right side of her nose pierced as well as a few minimalistic tattoos on her fingers.
    
    

    scars

    dexter has a slew of scars from several monster encounters and close calls.
    
    

    style

    she has a very punk aesthetic. dexter’s wardrobe consists almost entirely of black, leather, and denim, which is always accentuated by some type of silver jewelry, whether it be chains, a clunky assortment of rings, or a choker. she has a couple of sets of sneakers, but she’s most fond of her many pairs of black doc martens, especially the ones with the platform soles because sometimes, being five foot seven just isn’t enough.
    
    

    fc

    emma mackey
  • adventurous

    confident

    humorous

    independent

    proactive

    quick-witted

    resourceful

    strong-willed

    arrogant

    blunt

    hot-headed

    impulsive

    morbid

    sarcastic

    stubborn

    unreliable

    PERSONA

    no matter how you look at it, dex's personality is dark. from an early age, she had an odd fascination with death—it was never something that upset or frightened her as it did most kids, but given her parentage, it isn't all that strange. she often finds humor in the most morbid of things and is known for making inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times—at funerals, for instance—and laughing during horror movies. most of what comes out of her mouth is harsh and sarcastic, whether she means for it to be or not. most of the time, however, it is intentional—dexter has a short fuse, and it's safe to say that most things and people irritate her, so angry, four-letter words are a commonplace in her vocabulary. because of her general dislike of others, she has a hard time submitting to someone else's leadership. she likes to do things her way—she has a very "my way or the highway" type of mentality—and automatically writes off anyone that goes against her as being 'stupid.' she's always been independent, so, needless to say, she doesn't always play well with others and their different points of view.
    
    as much as she would hate to admit it, though, she needs someone to look out for her and keep her out of trouble because if dex is nothing else, she's reckless. she has a bad tendency to make a mess of things because of her lack of foresight. she doesn't pause to consider possible consequences before diving head-first into action. in her mind, this is her way of being productive—she doesn't want to waste time concocting a plan when she could be out taking care of business in her own, special way. she isn't afraid of putting herself in danger. dexter is brave—too brave for her own good. she thinks she's invincible and won't back down from a fight, even if it's a losing one. luckily for her, she's good at thinking on her feet and, more than once, has gotten herself out of the same sticky situation that she somehow got herself into. she isn't all bad, however. deep down, she does care about some people, and she's only ever genuinely mean when she's trying to hide the fact that her feelings, or more likely, her ego, have been wounded.
    

    
    

    MISC

    dorm

    vita et mors
    
    

    grade

    sophomore
    
    

    godly parent

    hades
    
    

    weapon of choice

    while most students prefer something more practical, dex wields a celestial bronze baseball bat with retractable spikes—a gift from an old camp friend in the hephaestus cabin—when she can, but if not, she can make just about anything within reach a weapon if need be.
    
    

    strengths

    
    • determination - this could also be classified as stubbornness. once dexter sets her mind to something, there's no stopping her. she never backs down from a fight, which makes her a great person to be allied with—she'll either win or die trying, in which case her team can have a safe getaway.
    • leadership - although dex prefers to work alone, she sure knows how to command a room. maybe it's because of her intimidating aura, but people generally listen to what she has to say, which is convenient, considering how good she is at bossing people around. it may be hard to believe, but dexter actually does have the best interest of the group in mind and will do all she can to steer them in the right direction.
    • thinking outside the box - it's safe to say that dex doesn't always have the most conventional approach to every situation, but that's not always a bad thing. usually, it's helpful to have more than one perspective to bring to the table. crazy ideas are dex's specialty, but no matter how absurd they may seem, things typically work out in her favor, like, 75% of the time.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    • obsessive - sometimes, dexter takes things too far and doesn't know when to stop. in times such as that, she needs someone to keep her in check, to reel her back in and put her in her place—if they can somehow get her to listen to them, that is.
    • overly-independent - dex is used to taking care of herself and only having one person's opinion to worry about: her’s. she makes her own rules and gets unfairly frustrated with others when they don't like them. she has trouble admitting when she's wrong, so, even if it's a bad idea, she doesn't want to hear so from anyone else because she has every intention of going through with it anyway.
    • rash - dex will run blindly into dangerous situations and not give a second thought as to what might be waiting for her on the other side. this is fine when she's working alone—if she has a death wish, that's her problem—but when she's with a group of people, it can make things unnecessarily difficult.
    
    

    fears

    even though dex likes to claim that she's not scared of anything, she's actually quite afraid of the dark. pretty ironic for a child of hades, huh?
    
    

    supernatural abilities

    
    • shadow travel - the ability to bend darkness and shadows to one's will in order to get from place to place. dex can do so on her own with no problem, but when it comes to bringing along others, three is her maximum, herself included. the more people she transports, the more drained she gets and the bigger the headache she has to suffer through afterwards.
    • necromancy - the ability to control the bodies and spirits of the deceased, such as reviving corpses. this is really only useful if dex is in need of an undead army, or if she's just lonely and needs company (not likely). this power is unpredictable, though. sometimes, when dexter gets especially angry, she reanimates the dead in the nearby, surrounding area without meaning to, which makes for quite the mess to clean up.
    • sensitivity to death - the ability to sense death not only as it occurs, but as it is approaching. dex knows when others are about to die, and although she could use this as a way to save the lives of others, she more commonly utilizes it as an excuse to jokingly tell the people around her that they're about to die when they're not, just to watch them panic as they wait helplessly for the kiss of death.

    
    
  • BACKGROUND

    
    

    
    dexter’s mother was everything that hades was not. clara sloane was like a woman straight from the 1970’s, all bright and full of life and hope for the future. she was a botanist who spent endless hours outside, and it seemed like everything she touched flourished. like dex, she had dark brown hair, but hers was always filled with something whether it was flowers or barrettes. the color of their hair was just about the sole thing they had in common, yet dex loved her mother dearly. she was a kind soul who taught dex to love everyone and to always look on the glass-half-full side in any situation. these concepts, however, only lasted as long as she did.
    
    dex was nine years old when her mother died in a house fire. she’d left the stove on while out tending to the plants in the greenhouse. the smell of smoke is what had caught her attention. she’d turned around to see flames leaping out of the downstairs windows. in an attempt to save her years of botany research, she ran inside, but before she could make it back out, there was an explosion, and there was nothing left of clara sloane but a pile of smoking ash and soot-covered barrettes.
    
    when dex got to her house that afternoon—she’d had after-school detention and had had to walk home after her mother never showed up—there wasn’t actually much of a house left. a few charred chunks of the lower level of the house stuck out of the ground like blackened spires, but that was all that remained. the fire department had already come and gone, so dex was there alone. as she walked through the rubble of what was once her house, she expected to feel sad, but it seemed as if all emotions had abandoned her. she heard the clinking of metal beneath her foot, and when she pulled it away, she saw the jumbled assortment of barrettes and ash. “sorry, mom,” she muttered. without much thought or hesitation, she scooped up a handful of the ashes along with the barrettes, and, going out to the greenhouse, which seemed completely unaffected, she put the remains of her mother into an empty flowerpot. dex didn’t find anything else worth taking, so with her mother in a flowerpot, she set off toward an aimless walk about the city.
    
    dex had grown up on the outskirts of new york city and had never felt much desire to venture that far, but now, with nowhere to go, she didn’t see why she couldn’t. her arrival seemed to ignite an interest among the locals, however, especially the old ladies. all of them wanted to know why this little girl was carrying a flowerpot and what exactly was in it. each time they asked, she’d say, “it’s my mom,” which sent them away in a cloud of confusion. the sun was starting to set when dex felt a hand on her shoulder. she turned around to see a tall, dark figure looking down at her. “what are you doing here, kid?” he asked.
    
    “i don’t have anywhere else to go.”
    
    the man smiled sympathetically—he was hades and knew very well what had happened but had restrained himself from intervening due to laws regarding the gods’ interferences in mortal life. he had, though, gone to speak with dex after the fact, but he’d been a moment too late as she had already headed into the city. it hadn’t taken him too long to catch up.
    
    “i know,” said hades. he extended his hand to her.
    
    for a moment, all dex could do was stare at hades. she didn’t realize then that he was her dad, but something about him seemed familiar and she felt a strange connection to him. going against everything she’d learned about stranger danger, she took the man’s hand.
    
    for nearly four years, dex lived with hades in the underworld. it wasn’t so bad, save for the screams of the eternally damned keeping her up at night and the darkness, which was what bothered her the most. when her mother had been alive, she’d never had to worry about the dark. there had always been a light on in the sloane household, and when she was a little girl, she’d thought the house itself produced the light. in the underworld, everything was bathed in shadows, and it set dex on edge. on top of that, hades was distant, always busy with his job as ruler of the underworld, so dex had plenty of time to herself, during which she, like him, became cold and distant.
    
    on her thirteenth birthday, dex was sent to camp half-blood. hades told her that she would be happier there; he’d only taken her in to save her from the child care system. dex had to agree, the underworld was better than an orphanage. the thought of going back above ground both excited and scared her. she was so used to being, essentially, on her own that she’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be around other kids her age. on the flip side, she craved sunlight, and it was this desire that drove her to the surface with nothing but a backpack full of necessities and her mom in a flowerpot.
    
    at camp half-blood, she often had trouble fitting in. the other kids were scared of her because of her parentage, so she decided to give them something to be afraid of. if nothing else, she’d at least be able to have their respect. through training, she became a strong, skilled fighter. she also grew to be more hardened toward others, but if one looked closely, they might’ve still caught a glimpse of that little girl with the flowerpot full of ashes.
    
    now, years later, dexter has had to start anew once again. college isn’t quite what she’d expected, but somehow, it’s easier than camp had ever been—kids could be mean, but the older they got, the less they cared about what others looked like or did. while a freshman, she flew under the radar—or, rather, as under the radar as she could bear—and settled into an established routine of sorts.
    
    unfortunately, the order of prometheus has set their sights on derailing that.
    

    
    
  • RELATIONSHIPS

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    • MYLA COLEMAN

      dex isn’t fond of many people, but myla is the exception. the two have been friends since their early teenage years, when they met at camp half-blood, sharing a mutual bond of unusual childhood circumstances and generally off-putting disposition. while others were intimidated by them, they were able to see through the façade and forge a friendship that rivals even the weapons hephaestus makes in terms of strength. if anyone ever dared to hurt myla, they’d have dex’s wrath to face, and she can rest easy knowing the sentiment is reciprocated. those that don’t know any better assume there’s something going on between them, but the companionship is more reminiscent of sisters, if anything. dex is an honorary daughter at the coleman home, much to her delight. she’d missed having a mom, and myla conveniently has two to share. what more could a girl ask for?

      
      

      
      
      

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  • BASICS

    full name

    jacqueline lou fitzgerald
    
    

    nickname

    jack, jackie
    
    

    age

    twenty-one
    
    

    d.o.b.

    january 3rd, capricorn
    
    

    gender

    cis female
    
    

    sexuality

    pansexual
    
    

    role

    child of prometheus

    VISAGE

    height

    5’5”
    
    

    weight

    117 lbs
    
    

    build

    ectomorph
    
    

    hair

    jacqueline's long, blonde hair has been a source of personal grief since childhood. given her tomboy attitude and way of dressing, it’s one of the only distinguishably feminine things about her, and growing up, her dad refused to let her cut it above her shoulders as a way to maintain that distinction, especially before puberty hit, when that line between her and her nearly twin brother could’ve been easily blurred by strangers. now, it’s a force of habit, and jack has resolved to make do with her hair, often pulling it back into messy ponytails and braids, or when she’s feeling exceptionally lazy, piling it on top of her head in a sloppy excuse for a bun.
    
    

    eyes

    much like the rest of her fair-colored features, jack’s eyes are a pale blue, though depending on the lighting and what color shirt she’s wearing, they can appear at times to be almost grey or green.
    
    

    mods

    n/a
    
    

    scars

    despite her years of training and fighting monsters, jackie has no scars, save for the tiny pink dots marking what used to be piercings in her earlobes, closed up over time due to lack of use. guess one could say she’s just lucky.
    
    

    style

    years of hand-me-downs from her brothers solidified jacqueline’s stance of dressing like one of them. baggy tank tops and jean shorts with frayed hems make up her wardrobe in the summer, but once the weather turns cold, she likes to layer—t-shirts on top of thermal long sleeves hanging loose over cargo pants. if she’d had a maternal figure in her life growing up, she might’ve received a stern talking-to at some point about buying clothes that don’t swallow her figure whole, or at the very least, fit to some degree, but she’s comfortable, and that’s all that matters. jack’s not one for accessorizing, but she has a few homemade things—a beaded necklace, a couple of friendship bracelets—that she can’t bear the thought of taking off, much like her favorite pair of tattered, white high tops, which look about one misstep away from disintegrating off of her feet.
    
    

    fc

    olivia scott welch
  • approachable

    curious

    easygoing

    humorous

    level-headed

    optimistic

    playful

    spontaneous

    addictive

    childish

    cowardly

    dishonest

    lazy

    materialistic

    mischievous

    selfish

    PERSONA

    growing up as the only girl in a household full of rowdy boys, jacqueline’s fate was laid out for her early on: run with the pack or be trampled. she can more than hold her own in a physical fight—years of play wrestling with boys nearly twice her size did plenty to prepare her for the real thing—but that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s aggressive. quite the opposite, jack is laidback—lazy at times—and slow to anger. she’s been known to be the mediator in arguments or be avoidant of them altogether if she can help it. the amount of times she’s been genuinely irritated over something to the point of acting on her negative emotions can be counted on one hand, but the shockwaves never last long as the misplaced guilt overcomes her, urging her forward to be the first to apologize whether she’s really ready to or not.
    
    amicable as she may be, jackie isn’t always the most trustworthy. she knows how to turn the odds in her favor, as if they aren’t usually. she has a bad tendency to be selfish, only looking after her own best interests, but she comes by it honestly to an extent, after a life of constantly getting what she wants. there’s an unending string of tricks up her sleeve, but just as likely as she is to use them for personal gain, she loves a bit of fun, even if it comes at the expense of others. she prefers to live life in the spur of the moment, no matter the costs and consequences of the future, though she usually has a way of conveniently finding a way around those. jack wouldn’t exactly consider herself a bold person, but she’ll try anything once, and if she likes it, her addictive personality will keep her coming back for more, for better or worse, but with fortune on her side, how bad can it be?
    

    
    

    MISC

    dorm

    magus
    
    

    grade

    junior
    
    

    godly parent

    tyche
    
    

    weapon of choice

    jack doesn’t like to think of herself as a first line of defense, as anything beyond playful spats are out of her comfort zone. she’d prefer to simply hang back, using her powers to elevate the chances of winning of those around her, but in the worst case scenario, she has a set of throwing knives at her disposal that never seem to miss their intended target.
    
    

    strengths

    
    • cunning - with how frequently jack manipulates situations to be in her favor, she’s learned to use that same skill for the greater good. if a circumstance ever calls for someone subtly manipulative—sneaky at best—jackie is the girl to go to for the job, and she’ll be more than happy to help, so long as no one asks how she became so good at using others.
    • observant - jacqueline is good at picking up on things, little details that others might overlook or dismiss because they seem trivial on the surface. jack knows what it’s like to be underestimated—she may be small, but she’s considerably stronger than she looks, which she often uses to her advantage—and because of it, she’s well aware that sometimes, there’s more than meets the eye. she’s never one to jump to conclusions, always making sure to leave no stone left unturned.
    • personable - being a friendly soul at viridian is a strangely rare thing, but jackie wears the title proudly. being one of many siblings, she learned how to read people early on, whether in terms of helping to diffuse tensions or telling them what they wanted to hear in order to get on their good side for the time being. she loves company, something that many view as a weakness, but connections have never been a useless thing for jack.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    • compulsive - it doesn’t take much to get jacqueline hooked on something; if she likes it, she’ll keep feeding into her newfound habit without a second thought. take her gambling problem, for example—it’s not nearly the rush it could be if luck wasn’t so solidly on her side, but jack likes winning, and she’s never been much of an adrenaline junkie, anyway. perhaps she’s taking the easy route, but it keeps her pockets full, and there’s something so satisfying about the look of shock on men’s faces as they lose their money to a girl barely old enough to be there.
    • immature - due to a childish fear of committing to responsibility, jacqueline has trouble taking things seriously. if she can lighten the mood when the outlook turns grim, she can nearly convince herself that everything is not as bad as it seems, however, not everyone can agree with that viewpoint, which makes working with her difficult for some. her particular set of downfalls are an acquired taste.
    • pacifistic - jackie doesn’t come across many bad predicaments, but when she does, she’s inclined to run the other way as soon as the opportunity presents itself. she’s not a fan of serious confrontation—yelling and pointing accusatory fingers has always made her nervous—especially if it leads to physical altercations. her idea of solving a problem is putting it on the metaphorical back burner until it can be avoided no more, then “talking it out,” or, to be more literal, pretending to have changed her viewpoint to align with her opponent’s to get it over with faster.
    
    

    fears

    as cliché as it sounds, jacqueline is afraid of failure. it’s not something she experiences often, and she wouldn’t want to make a habit of it.
    
    

    supernatural abilities

    
    • tychokinesis - the ability to manipulate luck, whether in relation to herself or others. jack is most commonly known to use this power for herself, ensuring that she comes out on top no matter the situation. she can, however, control the luck of others as well, giving her side an arguably unfair advantage in a fight or boosting the probability of something working out well for any of her friends. on the other hand, she could bestow bad luck upon someone for a short time, but jackie deems this too mean and generally tries to steer clear of it.

    
    
  • BACKGROUND

    
    

    
    elias fitzgerald never asked for an infant on his doorstep, much less another one five months later, but fate had a funny way of ignoring the desires of those bold enough to test chance.
    
    he was a handsome man: tall and tan with a head of blond, windswept hair and blue eyes to boot—he looked too good to be true, a california dream, but appearances were only ever skin-deep. elias was a smart man, but he never used his talents as a criminal justice lawyer for their intended purpose. he’d found that a smile and honeyed words could get him further than honesty ever would, and the money his unwarranted successes raked in only goaded him onward in his endeavors.
    
    the money didn’t go to waste, though. elias had several boys at home, all in various stages of adolescence, and for a while, he had a plan: as they got older, they’d be of more use to him, pawns to aid him in his line of work, but the twins derailed that entirely.
    
    ‘twins’ was a loose term: they were close in age, yes, but their mothers were two different people entirely; one admired elias’ career choice and drive yet admonished his corruptness while the other reveled in it, the way he managed to accomplish so much yet had the cunning to never get caught. regardless, neither woman was there when elias needed them most.
    
    the righteous consequences of his own actions.
    
    out of the two, jacqueline seemed to be the favored child, though that was likely solely to blame on the fact that she was the only girl of the family. still, she was raised to be tough, if for no other reason because her older brothers treated her as one of their own, but it never seemed to bother her. most things didn’t—any inconvenience seemed to slide right off of jack’s shoulders or miss her entirely, and for the longest time, no one could place a finger on the reason as to why.
    
    whatever jackie wanted had a way of falling into her lap, not because she was manipulative—to begin with, anyway—but because she was just so inexplicably lucky. the older she got, the more apparent it became, expanding to affect not only herself but others as well—if she so much as thought about wanting riley to do well on a test, he would, but somehow, he always had a way of knowing that something was off, but jacqueline never revealed herself to be the cause until he figured it out on his own, though there was no logical explanation to her gift. it was only when they began comparing notes afterwards that they realized how different they were from the other members of their family.
    
    the dreams had been plaguing jack for weeks—a woman in white robes sat at a long banquet table full of food spilling out of the cornucopia at her side. her long, golden curls cascaded down her shoulders. across from her was another woman, dressed in the same attire but with large wings protruding from her back. her hair was a darker shade of blonde—nearly brown—and she had her hardened gaze trained intently on the set of scales on the tabletop in front of her, positioned amidst the various plates of meats and fruits and tipped dangerously low on one side.
    
    “it’s been going on for far too long,” the latter stated. “he must be punished eventually. it does you no good to play favorites now, when you are not even his.”
    
    “what about the children?” the blonde woman spoke. “are they not currently his responsibility? what’s to happen with them if he’s not there to care for them?”
    
    “that’s no longer our concern. the girl is protected, and she will keep her brother safe, no?”
    
    “there are better ways to find out.”
    
    the dreams were never quite the same each night they occurred, but the setting and starring roles never wavered, and a thorough discussion revealed that jacqueline hadn’t been their sole target, but knowing that she and riley seemed to share that link did little explain their situation. it wasn’t until everything came crashing down around them that they got the answers they so desperately craved.
    
    dinner was tense that night; an oddly quiet atmosphere had settled over them, void of the boisterousness of most occasions involving all the siblings at once. elias slouched in his chair at the head of the dining room, eyes shifting around the room, past those inhabiting it as if he expected something or someone to come crawling out of the walls.
    
    then, there was a knock at the door, and the last puzzle piece fell into place.
    
    as the police officers and suited men armed with clipboards descended on their house, it fell into chaos, everyone shouting and pointing fingers, and jackie wasn’t sure what to do until she felt a hand clasp hers and tug her towards the the stairs, away from the yells and the hum of impatient vehicles parked by the curb outside.
    
    “what’s happening?” jack asked, but riley only shook his head.
    
    “we have to go. if we stay, they’ll try to separate us.”
    
    jacqueline didn’t need any further convincing before she was grabbing whatever seemed vaguely necessary, shoving it into her bag, and following riley down the trellis outside his bedroom window, feet stomping over red roses until they landed in the grass and carried them away from the house, a place that officially no longer felt like somewhere they could belong.
    
    the map lines started to run together after a while, backpack weighing more heavily on her shoulders as jackie watched riley’s finger trace a line on the display of bus routes once again. he was saying something, but he couldn’t hear what, too focused on the woman sitting on the bench behind them.
    
    she looked so familiar—the warmth of her eyes, the slope of her jaw, the soft ringlets of blonde hair she’d done a bad job of concealing beneath a green hat.
    
    “what do you think?”
    
    “about what?” jack’s attention returned to riley, brows furrowed as she fiddled with the straps on her bag.
    
    “new york city,” riley answered. “it’s not too far. i’m pretty sure we have an aunt there.”
    
    jackie opened her mouth to answer but before she could, a gentle voice spoke from behind them: “have you considered new jersey? i’ve heard it’s nice this time of year, especially for people like you.”
    
    camp half-blood did little to prepare jack for viridian academy. her track record of unwarranted perfection drew the attention of an underground society: the order of prometheus. what had first seemed like an opportunity to make friends, be part of a community of people like her, turned into something far more sinister, and it wasn’t long before she found herself losing that optimistic outlook. the trials were no laughing matter—as her mother’s gift of fortune propelled her to victory, jacqueline had to watch her peers fall victim to the aegis-borns’ sadism, and suddenly, her luck wasn’t much of a blessing anymore but a curse.
    
    now, two years later, as much as jackie would love to leave the order, she’s yet to find a window of opportunity—she feels trapped, even more so than when she’d been living with a family that knew nothing of who she really was. besides, even if she could find an out, she wouldn’t want to leave riley behind. they were a joint package, after all.
    

    
    
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  • BASICS

    full name

    damiana ruiz
    
    

    nickname

    mia
    
    

    age

    twenty-one
    
    

    d.o.b.

    april 11th, aries
    
    

    gender

    cis female
    
    

    sexuality

    pansexual
    
    

    role

    initiate

    VISAGE

    height

    5’4”
    
    

    weight

    122 lbs
    
    

    build

    mesomorph
    
    

    hair

    mia has a head full of thick, dark curls, though lately, she’s been wearing her hair straight more often than not. in its natural state, its somewhat reminiscent of a lion’s mane—wild and nearly untamable—and she does nothing to prevent its innate desire to do whatever it pleases. the unruliness doesn’t take away from her beauty, however; if anything, it adds something to her “party girl” vibe—the big, messy ringlets scream, “i had a fun time last night and couldn’t be bothered to change because i still look good.” the sleek look she’s adopted isn’t nearly as fitting, but it can be added to her list of fleeting phases she’s sure she loves in the moment, only to realize later just how wrong she was.
    
    

    eyes

    damiana’s eyes are a rich chocolate hue—nearly black—accentuated by a sharp edge of eyeliner on most days. while she’s generally a fun-loving girl, she has her moments of anger, and the glare she wields as a dagger only makes them appear darker.
    
    

    mods

    mia has made a few vaguely questionable decisions in terms of her body in the way that drunk people often do when offered a challenge. in addition to her bellybutton ring, she has a couple of other piercings in more…out of the way places.
    
    

    scars

    due to the unfortunate lot in life that she was dealt at birth, damiana has a few scars, but she always makes sure to hide them well.
    
    

    style

    mia looks like something out of a 1990s music video. whether it’s a tight-fitting black mini dress or a baby tee with low-rise jeans, she always looks put-together, finding ways to incorporate wild prints and big, dangly hoops into just about every outfit, no matter the occasion, meaning she’s often over-dressed, though she likes the attention. she’s comfortable in her body, never afraid to show skin yet has the tendency to underestimate how cold she’ll be because of it, rarely taking jackets to places that the logical part of her brain tells her will certainly require one, but if it’ll take away from the outfit’s overall aesthetic, she can’t be bothered, anyway.
    
    

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  • daring

    extroverted

    fun-loving

    humorous

    lively

    passionate

    self-assured

    spontaneous

    controlling

    devious

    hot-headed

    impulsive

    manipulative

    possessive

    sarcastic

    vengeful

    PERSONA

    as a child of dionysus, mia inherited her father’s fun-loving nature. while alcohol does not affect her the way it does most, she has never needed it to have a good time. ever the wild child, she’s always looking for an adventure—she milks life for all it’s worth in the name of searching for the next thrill. her outgoing nature can come across as too strong to some, but she has always been a firm believer in the idea that fun is meant to be shared. her tactics for making friends may not always be the best—she can get carried away in her excitement from time to time—but her extroverted tendencies usually manages to win others over in the end.
    
    even mia needs her moments of quiet, though. when her adrenaline from the day at last drains, or in the time before her day truly begins, she can actually be quite subdued. this laidback side of her is much more agreeable and open to complying with what those around her want—as opposed to doing everything in her power to break someone out of their shell and convincing them to let loose, she’s more inclined to going with the flow, even if it means spending a lazy night inside.
    
    at the end of the day, though, mia is still someone who thrives off of chaos. she is perfectly content to sit back and watch the flames while others jump in to douse them. despite the fact that chaos is something that occurs naturally—an inescapable human trait—mia isn’t above setting it into motion herself. if she gets bored (or desperate) enough, she won’t hesitate to stir the pot for the sake of cheap entertainment.
    
    there’s an even darker side to mia that most are lucky enough not to see. she’s not quick to anger, but her temper knows no bounds—once she gets to that point, all she sees is red. she can be really violent and savage when she wants to be, any bit of empathy left lingering in the corners of her mind not enough to save those who have wronged her. that same sense of getting carried away applies here as well, and it would be in the best interest of those around her to let her do what she intends, lest they too get caught in the crossfire.
    

    
    

    MISC

    dorm

    amare
    
    

    grade

    junior
    
    

    godly parent

    dionysus
    
    

    weapon of choice

    like her father, she is prone to the occasional violent outburst, but instead of a thrysus, damiana brandishes a celestial bronze spear. additionally, she has a golden necklace in the shape of a leopard, a parting gift from dionysus on her last day at camp, which can turn into a real manifestation of the animal in times of danger—a protective spirit, of sorts—though only for a short span.
    
    

    strengths

    
    • small stature - damiana is a rather petite girl, but instead of letting this be an insecurity she must overcome or deter her from picking fights with larger opponents, it’s a strength in its own right. a short build means being a lesser target to hit and being able to fit into tighter gaps, spaces between opponents that they wouldn’t think to fill otherwise. oftentimes, it also means being light on her feet, quick to dodge attacks from lumbering assailants.
    • spear combat - mia is a savage fighter, unrelenting and all too willing to do what it takes to win. her weapon of choice is suiting to this drive, and from years of training, she’s become quite skilled with it, handling it with a practiced hand. she’s been known to run opponents through when the need arises, and though that’s a somewhat rare occurence, she isn’t above using it as a threat to those standing between her and what she hopes to gain.
    • unpredictable - while those who prefer more structured plans may view this as a weakness, damiana has learned to use it to her advantage. when even she isn’t entirely sure what she’s going to do until the moment it happens, predicting her next move can be a hard task for opponents, giving her the upper hand in a fight.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    • lack of motivation - despite her skill on the battlefield, it can be difficult for mia to muster up the effort to get involved. sometimes, she finds it more suiting to watch the chaos unfold from a safe distance, but if the fight comes to her, she’ll be left with no choice but to plunge in headfirst.
    • unprepared - damiana’s recklessness often means that she charges into battle with little to no plan of attack. her sole savior in these situations is her instincts kicking in during the heat of the moment, but she’s come to take the assumption that they will for granted, and eventually, it’s going to get her into trouble she can’t fight her way out of.
    • violent - on the occasion she’s fighting for her own cause, mia’s emotions sit at the forefront, pressing her onward. her blind rage is a force to be reckoned with, and the lines between winning and the desire to inflict physical harm become blurred entirely. because of this, she’s not exactly a team player; if she has a personal vendetta against any opponent, she’ll do everything within her power to satisfy it, original strategy (whatever that may have been) thrown out the window, and any attempts to stop her will simply redirect her anger temporarily.
    
    

    fears

    ironically, damiana’s biggest fear is losing herself to her vices, or in other words, becoming like her mother, a woman stumbling through life blindly. as much as she claims to be the best, mia’s also afraid of never truly being good enough.
    
    

    supernatural abilities

    
    • alcokinesis - the ability to bend alcohol—namely wine—to her will. this isn’t a particularly useful skill on the battlefield, but it makes for an interesting party trick in the form of being able to turn any liquid into the intoxicating drink, however, it also means that mia is immune to its effects, which proved to be an especially irritating thorn in her side as she grew older.
    • inducing madness - children of dionysus have the ability to inflict madness and/or hangover symptoms (headaches, nausea, etc.) in others. this is both a helpful aid in fights and a form of entertainment for damiana. on the flip side, she could just as easily cure the remnants of a drunken stupor in someone, but that doesn’t bring her nearly as much joy as the former alternative.
    • thiriokinesis - the ability to control animals, or in mia's case, any kind of feline. given her dad’s dominion over big cats, they’re naturally inclined to be drawn to her. strays have followed her home on numerous occasions, and there was one odd incident at the zoo when she was younger, but overall, it’s not something she gets a lot of use out of, save for her necklace, though it seems to act of its own accord. really, the only time this ability would be beneficial would be in the rare instance that a fight breaks out near the tiger exhibit, but that opportunity has yet to present itself and likely never will.

    
    
  • BACKGROUND

    
    

    
    they say people are drawn to those they can relate to, so perhaps that’s why dionysus decided to woo a wine-o from california. there was nothing romantic about their short time together—it was a one-time thing, but once was enough for damiana to be brought into the world.
    
    damiana was named after her mother’s favorite thing: alcohol. early on, she realized that her mother didn’t care for much else. she spent her life drowning her problems in bottles, and mia spent more than she’d care to admit of hers trying to remind her mother that she existed in any way she knew how. thus, mia became a problem child, as children from broken homes usually do, whether they mean to or not.
    
    while affection was what mia truly craved, she found that acting out was the only way to coerce any attention out of her mother. the drinking made her mother catatonic most of the time—too relaxed to be bothered by anything going on in the real world—but when mia’s actions demanded attention, a different side of her mother crawled out from beneath the rosy cheeks and knock-off designer clothes. the yelling and the beatings could be suffered for a while, so long as mia was being given the time of day. she gradually learned her mother’s limits—how much she could get away with before things got too violent.
    
    aside from that, there wasn’t much that damiana’s mother could offer her. the woman was nothing more than a ghost in the house, the occasional signature on a less-than-satisfactory report card. eventually, damiana realized there was more to life than a mother’s love, anyway, especially if it meant getting love from somewhere (or someone) else. after all, mommy and daddy issues were a dangerous combination when love was involved.
    
    likewise, mia wasn’t much more to her mother than a party trick. it was apparent early on that damiana was special—it wasn’t hard to notice, really, not when a toddler was carrying around a sippy cup full of wine that was once apple juice—and damiana’s mother saw it as having struck gold.
    
    the only bonding time damiana got with her mom was when the woman wanted something, and when mia was born with the gift of creating her mom’s favorite thing, the pair were happy to begin with. It wasn’t until damiana got older—started refusing to make appearances at the lavish parties her mom threw with money they didn’t have in order to show off her special trick—that the problems grew bigger and more apparent. every time mia asked her mother about her dad, she was irritably dismissed and told that he was a wine connoisseur from the east coast, some “nobody of any importance to us,” and for a good chunk of damiana’s life, that’s all he ever was, leaving a part of her unaccounted for and her powers written off as a freak miracle.
    
    by thirteen, she’d had enough. mia ran away from home with nothing but a half-thought-out plan of finding her father and whatever money she could scrounge up—wadded bills left over from birthdays past and crumpled cash her mom wouldn’t notice was gone until damiana was too. oddly enough, she believed her mother hadn’t been entirely dishonest with her. mia felt an odd pull towards the east coast—long island, specifically—as if the answers she sought could certainly be found there.
    
    it wasn’t a short trek by any means—people eyed damiana suspiciously, wondering what the girl was doing traveling alone, but she had enough money for fare (buses, trains) for a while and kept her story the same for anyone who asked: she was going to visit her dad for the summer, and her mother had opted to send her alone because of work conflicts. even if mia raised enough question for the police to be involved, she was never in the same place long enough for them to investigate the situation.
    
    eventually, damiana’s stash of money ran out, as did her ideas of where to go. she was in the new york countryside when she spotted a farm truck with an advertisement for a strawberry company pasted on the side, and the driver seemed nice enough when she sat in the booth across from mia at the little diner and ordered a cinnamon coffee as she adjusted the sleeves of her oddly bulky sweater. she told damiana that her father had sent her out to fetch her, that he worked at a camp in long island and had heard word that she’d been traveling out to meet him.
    
    stranger danger aside, the woman didn’t seem all that threatening as she sipped her coffee. there was something odd about her, though, almost bird-like, but mia couldn’t put her finger on it. regardless, there wasn’t much more that damiana could lose—she was on her own in an unfamiliar place with nowhere to go and no means of paying her way there—so she took the chance of trusting the driver, and despite what dateline may say, she’d been telling the truth.
    
    hours later, the truck pulled to a stop at the bottom of a hill, the scent of strawberries permeating the warm air, and mia followed the woman to the top, which gave them a clear view of the camp below, filled with kids her age, some slightly older or younger, milling about between the cabins.
    
    “ah, you made it.”
    
    a man, short and stocky and donned in the worst combination of leopard print and bermuda shorts she’d ever seen, stepped away from the tree he’d been leaning against and began walking down toward the camp, motioning for damiana to follow.
    
    “you know, you really shouldn’t trust strangers, dana.”
    
    “damiana.”
    
    “whatever. you could’ve been kidnapped, and then what? i’m voted worst father of the year, and i’m already on forced sobriety. really adds insult to injury.”
    
    mia didn’t want to believe that she could’ve come from this, but there was something about his way of talking that was a bit too similar to her own to deny.
    
    “on the bright side, we can teach you to be strong here, so when you get into cars with people you don’t know, you can fend for yourself. or don’t. i don’t care one way or the other—i’m just here to do whatever he tells me.” dionysus motioned upward, towards the gradually darkening sky.
    
    “who? god?”
    
    “with a capital g? no, and don’t let him hear you talking like that. his ego’s bad enough as it is.”
    
    over time, camp half-blood became a home to mia, and the people within it like some sort of ragtag family, and while it was better than what she’d ever had with her mom, that damage was irreversible, no matter how much time passed—those cuts still remained, deep and aching in her bones, that longing for affection. dionysus refused favoritism, ignoring damiana most days, but she found connections elsewhere, in people like ignatius k. caelum.
    
    what a name. mia made fun of him for it, too, but it wasn’t enough to discourage him from pursuing a friendship with her, and she’s forever grateful for it. years later—through heartbreaks and adventures, all the highs and lows that life could throw their way—as students at viridian academy, they’re still close, but not as much as they once were.
    
    perhaps joining the order of prometheus will change that.
    

    
    
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  • BASICS

    full name

    naomi lin
    
    

    nickname

    mimi
    
    

    age

    twenty-two
    
    

    d.o.b.

    february 24th, pisces
    
    

    gender

    cis female
    
    

    sexuality

    pansexual
    
    

    role

    aegis-born

    VISAGE

    height

    5’5”
    
    

    weight

    115 lbs
    
    

    build

    ectomorph
    
    

    hair

    naomi has a plume of long, chestnut waves that fall to her lower back. her curl pattern might be more uniform if not for her habit of excessively brushing or running her fingers through it when she gets nervous, hence the frizzy appearance, but she wears it well. rarely does she wear all of her hair pulled back at once, but naomi likes to add a couple of braided strands every once in a while as a fun detail.
    
    

    eyes

    one of naomi’s most striking features and what people have often said to have noticed first about her are her pale green eyes. there’s a certain sparkle to them that draws others in just as much as it promises fun.
    
    

    mods

    naomi's only visible modifications are her standard ear piercings, a small, gold hoop occupying each lobe indefinitely. she does, however, also have a butterfly tattoo in a place that ensures not many people are aware of its existence, save for those she deems worthy of blessing with such knowledge.
    
    

    scars

    the slim figure that naomi sports is notably bereft of any marring from the years. she considers herself a lover as opposed to a fighter, but if she must get involved, she’ll do so from a place safely out of the way as opposed to throwing herself into the heat of battle.
    
    

    style

    naomi’s style is very reminiscent of the mean girl from any early 2000s high school rom-com—of course, that’s not to say that she’s mean. quite the opposite, actually, but naomi does place a lot of importance in what she puts on her body. she’s always one to read labels in search of big brand names to satisfy her expensive taste. her wardrobe is very feminine—lots of pinks and purples, rhinestones and glitter—but that is perhaps to be expected from the child of a love god. it’s arguably not the most functional way to dress, but her platform heels and dangly jewelry are of more value to her than any potential danger on the horizon.
    
    

    fc

    havana rose liu
  • charming

    curious

    enthusiastic

    gentle

    happy-go-lucky

    nurturing

    personable

    romantic

    excitable

    materialistic

    meddling

    melodramatic

    nosy

    overbearing

    perfectionistic

    petty

    PERSONA

    naomi is like the older sister that most people either strive to be or wish they had. her bright personality is a breath of fresh air in the halls of viridian academy, and her kindness seemingly knows no bounds. she’s always a willing shoulder to cry on, a practiced hand running through your hair or across your back as the other reaches for a box of tissues. along with this maternal nature, though, comes a playful side. bubbly and outgoing, she can be a bit too boisterous for some, but she never means any harm; her fun-loving tendencies come from a light-hearted place, and she wouldn’t dream of doing something to intentionally make anyone uncomfortable. likewise, when tensions are inevitably brought to the light, naomi is quick to defuse them. she has a level head on her shoulders, seemingly unaffected by the intensity of any negative emotions those around her may have. she thinks with her heart until she finds herself in the face of conflict, when logic takes priority for the greater good.
    
    of course, naomi isn’t perfect—not even the daughter of a love god is immune to her fair share flaws. her caring demeanor sometimes toes the line of being overbearing; she might mean well, but she’s prone to forgetting that what others may need is space as opposed to doting, which she is all too willing to supply. in addition, she has a bad habit of sticking her nose in places it’s neither wanted or needed. with naomi’s dad being cupid, meddling in love affairs comes as easily to her as breathing, and she never quite managed to grow out of her child-like penchant for gossip, but she tells herself that any intervening done on her part is a means of helping her friends get what she feels they deserve, whether they ask for it or not. she’s not the smartest—the perfect example of all beauty and very little brains to back it up—but anyone that dares to take advantage of her would quickly become a victim of naomi’s pettiness; she may forgive eventually, but she never forgets.
    

    
    

    MISC

    dorm

    amare
    
    

    grade

    senior
    
    

    godly parent

    eros
    
    

    weapon of choice

    while naomi prefers to consider herself a lover rather than a fighter, she has a set of bow and arrows, which can be used as a means of defense as well as mischief. similarly to her father, she has the gift of amokinesis, which she can channel into her celestial bronze-tipped arrows—any person she shoots in such a circumstance is susceptible to fall in love with whomever she so chooses.
    
    

    strengths

    
    • archery - like all children of eros, naomi is gifted with the skill of archery, nearly rivaling that of apollo’s offspring. rarely do her projectiles miss their intended targets, but in the case they do, it’d be an unfortunate thing for naomi to have been using them for romantic purposes—she’d have a heartbreak on her hands, and there are few things that sadden her more than doomed love, especially if she’s the cause.
    • emotionally intelligent - what naomi lacks in book and street smarts, she more than makes up for in terms of her feelings. while many of her peers at viridian are prone to let their strong sentiments control their actions, acting out in anger or fear, naomi keeps an even disposition in the heat of battle. she’s in tune with her emotions, knowing when to keep herself in check and what needs to be analyzed later.
    • well-spoken - personable and good at choosing her words, it comes as no surprise that naomi can easily tell people what they want to hear while simultaneously getting what she wants from them. using her statements as a manipulation tactic isn’t something she’s proud of, as she would rather believe that she could achieve her means by simply being a likable person that others would gladly help, so she tries not to do it often, bringing it out only as a last resort when all else has already failed.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    • air-headed - when faced with any problem requiring an intellectual solution, naomi is not the girl to go to for help. she has a tendency to overlook things of importance if they are not inherently presented as such. on the flip side, she’s been known to over-complicate even the simplest of issues in an attempt to come across as smart. naomi can be too trusting at times, overly eager to accept the good in others regardless of the bad that accompanies it. then again, most of her friends must be generally good people if jokes are anything to go by—it takes a special sort of patience to explain a joke to the point it’s no longer funny.
    • easily-distracted - naomi's attention span is embarrassingly short, especially if she wasn’t already interested in the situation prior. like a cat, she’s likely to have her attention stolen by shiny things, too content to chase after whatever bigger and better options present themselves. arguably, this is a lack of commitment, but it surprisingly has yet to cross over into her relationships, only effecting circumstances that she deems too boring to be a part of longer than she has to be.
    • weak-willed - being compassionate isn’t exactly a bad thing, but it can be in certain situations. naomi’s love for people makes fighting hard—she’s easily dissuaded by anyone looking to appeal to her better nature, her heart twisted in knots by pleading words. her sympathy for others is as much a weakness as it is a positive aspect of her persona.
    
    

    fears

    despite being a generally lovable person, naomi wonders if it’s all nothing more than a trick of the mind. she worries sometimes that she’ll never find someone who will truly love her, and even if she does, how will she be able to discern their love from the false sense of it that her powers produce?
    
    

    supernatural abilities

    
    • amokinesis - the ability to control love in relation to others and herself. whether she’s manipulating a pairing to come to fruition or convincing someone to look her way, naomi holds some power over the realm of romantic intention, though not for prolonged periods. if the feelings are not genuine by the time her spell wears off, so will the effects. like her father, eros, naomi can also channel her amokinesis into her arrows, able to pick off targets from a long distance if she so pleases.
    • avian wings - it’s not a particularly common trait of eros’ children, but naomi can sprout functioning wings—soft white feathers that glint pink in the light—from her back. flying is a draining task, though, and she typically opts out of using this skill whenever she can. it has, however, come in handy in dire circumstances and likely will again, so she hasn’t sworn off this ability altogether.
    • charm-speak - while not as powerful as the few children of aphrodite that possess it, naomi does have the gift of charm-speak, a hypnotic-like way of using her words to get others to do as she pleases. naomi feels guilty any time she utilizes this power, though, so she doesn’t use it often. not on purpose, anyway…

    
    
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    there was never a question about who or what naomi was—she’s always known. it was a rare occurrence among the gods, but eros was rarely one to care for the rigidity of rules and regulations, hence his steady presence in naomi’s life. he had two more children after her with mira lin—violet and kara—and for a while, they were a happy family. normal, no, but happy nonetheless.
    
    then, mira fell ill.
    
    the doctors weren’t able to put a name to the sickness that had taken hold of the woman, but eros suspected it to be the gods’ doing, a way of punishing him for evading his heavenly duties. still, he lingered for as long as he could, taking care of mira as her health steadily declined, while naomi, twelve years old at the time, stepped into the empty role of nurturing her sisters. she found she didn’t mind the responsibility of helping others, yet it shouldn’t have been her job to do so, which eros forced himself to come to terms with.
    
    eventually, as a last ditch effort to salvage his family, eros took his children to camp half-blood in the hopes that his return to olympus would break the curse that had been put upon mira. it was too late, however, and she succumbed to her illness not long afterward.
    
    with nowhere else to go, the lin sisters fell into a routine at camp, blending seamlessly into the hectic lifestyle of sharing a space with so many others. they were accustomed to the liveliness of it—there was something sentimental about the energy, reminiscent of home before tragedy struck.
    
    naomi was popular among most of the other campers, gaining a reputation as a fun-loving girl who would have her friends’ backs no matter the circumstances. she wasn’t the strongest fighter, but she was good at shifting her skill set to match the problems at hand—she could just as easily mediate an argument as take leadership over a frantic situation without becoming a victim of it. she was a peacemaker or a partner in crime, a loyal friend or a begrudging enemy. naomi was whatever others needed her to be.
    
    at viridian academy, beyond her camp years, naomi’s personable tactics drew the attention of the order of prometheus. for a group so secretive about their doings and whereabouts, they had a way of bringing in unwanted attention with the chaos they left in their wake. someone like her could be of use to them to quench the flames that threatened to burn the veil, exposing them.
    
    first, though, she had to prove that she was worthy.
    
    naomi’s friendly nature, too clouded by rose-colored glasses, didn’t suspect such dark things to be awaiting her during the trials. she’d never intended to inflict harm on anyone, but at the slightest whisper of backing out, a threat had promptly been sent her way, leaving her no choice but to continue. her success came at a cost—naomi was but a shell of the girl she once was, her true demeanor hidden by bright, plastered smiles to distract from the agonizing guilt that ate at her insides like a hungry dog. she spent her time in the order turning a blind eye when she could, and when she couldn’t, looking out and standing up for those that needed it, and her tenacious compassion and unique morality landed her on a cracking pedestal as one of the aegis-born, much to some of the other members’ contempt.
    
    she’s too soft, they say. she’ll ruin everything.
    
    naomi hopes they’re right, and if they keep underestimating her, they will be.
    

    
    
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  Sera Elizabeth Castro

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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    (n.) to put yourself into your work. soul. creativity. love.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    5’6”

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    127lbs

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Sera’s powers are closely linked with the truest desires of others. She is able to, most of the time, root out yours within a few minutes if meeting you, and she often uses this to know whether to trust someone. Her abilities also make her quite the matchmaker—it’s a shame she hasn’t been as lucky in love.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Sera is spunky and bold, saying and doing as she pleases always. That isn’t to say she’s reckless in any way — every decision she makes is carefully thought out and planned in detail. She brings this same sort of organized chaos into most other aspects of her life as well, with a living space that’s kept neat but speaks of life and a style of dressing that’s both classy and unique.
    
    She’s insteps observant, picking up on the tiny things that other may not and extremely intuitive, able to get a grasp of someone’s personality not long after meeting them. Perhaps her powers help with that, but it goes beyond that. She’s naturally curious, wishing to know the why and how behind everything she comes across, making her a quick learner.
    
    Her intelligence and love for learning does nothing to take away from her humor — it tends to add to it, actually — and even if she’s the only one laughing, she’s got some witty remark to say. While Sera isn’t unkind, she does find some thrill in tearing down someone who tests her patience or she really just doesn’t like. She doesn’t take lightly to insult — though she’ll never say that, she’d rather make things clear with a swift punch to the throat or a few well worded sentences meant to sting to the core.
    
    Despite a godly father who specializes in unrequited love, Sera’s never had much luck in the love department herself. She’s dreamt of the day she’d be married since she was a little girl, and while her powers have helped many of her friends connect and find love, but has failed to have ever had a serious relationship herself. She’s says it doesn’t bother her, but no young woman wants to feel unlovable.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Sera was born in southern Georgia to single mother Selena Castro, the product of a romance between the human woman and the god of unrequited love, Anteros.
    
    Despite being very immortal and very busy, her father was a strong presence throughout her childhood, Imogen and the god—as odd as it may sound—close friends, who often confided in each other.
    
    Sera grew quickly and happily, her infancy and early childhood full of light and life. She was stronger and faster than her peers, and learned more quickly, but she was a friendly child and made friends wherever she went.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    By the time Sera was eleven, visits from her father began to grow less frequent—taken from once or twice a week to once or twice a month, if she were lucky. She did well in school, and took dance lessons in her free time, though stupidly she wished her dad could be there for more of the recitals she’d had.
    
    And…as much as she tried not to let it, and unbeknownst to her very mortal friends, her half divine heritage began to create distance between herself and those she was surrounded by. She unwillingly knew a little too much about the people around her, and while she was happy to help her friends in matters of love, it wasn’t long before Sera began to wonder when it would be her turn.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Sera’s feelings of not belonging lessened once she was old enough to be in highschool, and she moved north to Long Island, a place completely unfamiliar to her, to be a part of Camp Halfblood.
    
    There, she saw her father more than her mother and being around others like her felt good. She quickly learned she was a skilled fighter, the movements not dissimilar to dancing, only lethal.
    
    She didn’t have the roaring fire or other powerful magical abilities of her peers, but with her keen mind and fighting abilities, she rapidly grew into a young woman fit to protect herself — and those she cared about.
    
    There were, of course, boys and girls that came and went, staying just long enough to make Sera love them, even just a little and then departing on their next course in life as was so typical of relationships when you were young.
    
    She argued with her father about how it wasn’t fair that he could be the god of unrequited love and yet every love she’d ever known had been very much requited, and made it to adulthood without much other strife, blessedly.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Now, it’s Sera’s second year at Viridian and she’s received her summons from the Order.
    
    Is this Sera’s chance to break free of the stagnant mold she’d felt she’s been stuck in her entire life and make a name for herself, or will the trials prove that not everyone is meant to be something great?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life. spiritual conversion. I’m
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Riley’s powers have a name — Karma, and she’s a bitch. Riley is able to control a person’s luck on whim — taking away every ounce of it from a person he dislikes or making tiny miracles happen for those he does. The only catch? (Well not the only, but in his eyes the most infuriating) It doesn’t work on himself. And isn’t that just a joy? He also has a natural sixth sense for when others are cheating — though maybe he’s just perceptive.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Riley is…a bit of an enigma. He’s eternally focused, and dedicated to whatever he puts his mind to. He views everything with a sort of curiosity, a willingness to learn that’s similar to a child, but infinitely more wise. He’s kind, and charming, speaking smoothly and easily commanding attention.
    
    Since he was young, he’s always had a sort of awareness of the workings of the world. People couldn’t be pure good, or pure evil—there was no such polarity among humankind. Amongst the gods, however, such polarity is what set them apart.
    
    With Nemesis on one shoulder and his father and brothers the other his entire life, he’s always felt torn between war and peace, love and hate. Because of this, he struggled with processing his own emotions and labeling them as positive or negative, and instead has a way of intellectualizing what he’s feeling rather than truly feeling them.
    
    He’s fairly easy going and go with the flow, constantly cracking some sly joke or musing upon some idea. He does struggle, however, with feeling rather hopeless. He has this way of noticing when something or somebody is wrong, but continuing to obey them anyways.
    
    It’s how he became a part of the Order.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Now, it’s Riley’s third year at Viridian and he’s beginning his first year as a member of the Order — against his better judgement.
    
    will Riley keep his head down and stay on course, despite everything screaming at him that it’s wrong? Or will he finally stand up for himself — and what he believes in — and make a change in the Order?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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  Ezra Garret Kincaid

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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    (n.) a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Ezra’s powers manifest in the form of shadows — which comes as no surprise considering who his father is. These shadows each seem to have a life of their own, however, and seem more akin to spirits than anything. Incredibly annoying, nosy ones. Outside of them, Ezra is able to conjure darkness — which can be absolute and unyielding though it takes a considerable amount of concentration.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Ezra can only be described as a piece of work. He’s snarky, bold and doesn’t have a filter, tending to say whatever he wants without thinking first. He has a penchant for dark humor and sarcasm, which he wields like a sword. His lack of a filter has also landed him and his friends in a few sticky situations, but he has a hard time taking accountability for how his big mouth gets them in trouble.
    
    
    
    He comes across as confident, bordering on arrogant, and doesn’t like to keep people close, having been betrayed one too many times. He’s broody and prone to mood swings and likes to keep everyone at an arm’s length away. He’s selective when it comes to choosing who he spends time with, and only a select few get to see the good humored, laid back side of him.
    
    
    
    He’s adaptive and intelligent, picking up on skills and new information with a quiet efficiency and dedication that was enough to first become to aegisborn’s second in command. Despite his quiet intensity and stoicism, Ezra enjoys living life dangerously, and is constantly looking for that next hit of adrenaline or next humbling problem, to remind himself despite his heritage and the time spent with his godly father, he was still very much mortal.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Ezra was born in update New York to Mariana Kincaid, a wealthy but young socialite who’d just graduated college and was trying to figure her adulthood out. He came as an unfortunate result of a night spent with the god of shadows and darkness, Erebus. This of course, came as no surprise — Mariana had always had a habit of of falling for the whole tall dark and handsome thing.
    
    The young woman had also always had a streak of recklessness about her that had been passed onto Ezra, and once her baby was born this was changed in no way. She was content to leave him with a babysitter or nanny for lengths of time while she frolicked around town or made her rounds at the local nights clubs.
    
    Despite her lack of attention, Ezra grew rapidly into a charming young toddler who took more after her than anyone cared to admit. From the moment he could walk he was constantly on the go, getting into things he shouldn’t. He was naturally curious, and braver than could be considered smart, though that never slowed him down any.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    As the first years of his life came and went, Erebus deigned to make no contact with his son, though Mariana had told him of his birth long ago. The god had thought it best not to entangle his offspring in the intricate web of politics among the immortals, but once it became evident that Ezra took after him more than he realized and that Mariana wasn’t what the young boy needed, he decided to step in.
    
    When Ezra was nine, he met Erebus for the first time, the meeting arranged by Mariana upon request of the god. These visits became weekly, and Ezra quickly grew attached to him as he learned the intricacies of his heritage. About six months later, Erebus made Mariana an offer she couldn’t refuse—she would have everything she ever wanted until the day she died if she allowed Ezra to stay with him.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Ezra’s time spent with his father were much different than the years spent with his mother. Those blessed with immortality and the gift of creation were entirely different creatures than the humans he’d been raised amongst, though he found he didn’t particularly miss his old life.
    
    Once he was old enough, Erebus decided that being amongst people like him would do him some good, and decided to send Ezra to camp Half Blood, overwatched by the god Dionysus.
    
    His time there, away from the watchful eye of his father is where he really began to test his limits. He often did things whiteout asking first, wandering off alone to fulfill some desire for autonomy. He daughter thrills where he could find them, and through whatever luck he happened to be blessed with, he made it through his years at the camp unscathed—for the most part.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    His first year at Viridian passed without much to note — he attended his classes, went to parties and visited his father when he could. He revived his invitation to join the order within the first few days of his second year, and his curiosity had been peaked.
    
    And perhaps the most dangerous thing he would do yet.
    
    He’d like to say his trials went smoothly, that they didn’t give him much trouble. That couldn’t have been further from the truth, however. Oftentimes he’d return home bruised and bloody — the worst of nights a few broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder — but he survived.
    
    There were times he thought he wouldn’t.
    
    Regardless, after his twelfth trial Ezra was initiated and he steadily climbed the Order’s ranks to where he currently stands, as the aegisborn’s second in command.
    
    Will Ezra keep giving in to the temptation of being reminded of his own mortality, or will he finally get the wake up call he’s so desperately needed ?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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  Myla Scarlett Coleman

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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    (n.) a selfless, unconditional love; one that persists no matter the circumstance.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Myla’s powers are closely linked with the sun, allowing her to manifest forms of light and fire at will. It’s taken her a long time to gain control over these powers, though — there were years where she’d wake up glowing from within or she’d leave burn marks behind in the shape of handprints in her anger. One newer ability she’s discovered is the ability to unravel curses and hexes — though just how useful this will be remains to be seen. She’d rather just not be cursed in the first place.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Myla isn’t the easiest person by any means to figure out—though if you told her that she’d just be confused, she thinks she’s perfectly simple. She tends to be straight faced and stoic, but a cunning sort of humor laces everything she says. She’s mastered the resting bitch (though there really wasn’t anything to master, that’s just her face) and often uses it to her advantage to keep away unwanted company.
    
    She wields dark humor like a blade and is quietly confident in herself, but never overbearing or arrogant. She’s ever aware of the fact that someone out there is stronger or smarter or better than her, she just isn’t keen on letting other people know that. She’s fluent in sarcasm and no stranger to the eye roll, and those who don’t know her are quick to make judgements like she’s snappy or judgmental or her personal favorite, a bitch from hell.
    
    In her opinion, she’s perfectly validated in her actions—the way she sees it, she only reacts to what she’s provided and if that’s bullshit, she too will respond with bullshit. She has little patience for lack of common sense but makes an excellent teacher and advice giver, as she is clear and concise with her instructions and easily able to adapt to most given situations.
    
    She’s kind and loyal to those who’ve earned her trust, breaking away from her usually reserved attitude to be at times boisterous and quite talkative. She’s got endless amounts to say, it just takes the right person to get her to say it.
    
    Otherwise she feels she’s just wasting her time.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Myla was born in Argentina to Angelica Ramirez and god of heavenly light, Hyperion. The human woman had still been young and raised in a severely catholic household and upon realizing what her child was the product of, she gave newborn Myla to her father, who in turn granted the child to new couple, Ashleigh and Cami Coleman. Ashleigh was a demigod herself, and was no stranger to what a young child of a god needed to flourish. Her girlfriend, Cami, had been struck with a terrible sickness and Hyperion had cured her, leaving the two women in debt to the god.
    
    Myla was whisked safely away to where the couple resided, in northern Maine hidden safely behind the cover of the forest in their quaint little cabin. She grew rapidly, doted on by both of the women she called mom and her father, who made it a point to be present as often as possible.
    
    As far from town as they lived, Myla had the farm animals Cami raised and the barn cats for company. Naturally a solitary child, the presence of other children her age was not missed and Myla was perfectly content to spend her days roaming the forest or training with Ashleigh.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Her mothers opted not to send Myla to the public school once she was old enough, and instead homeschooled the young girl. Myla was perfectly content with this—she’d heard the stories from Cami and Ashleigh both about how difficult school had been for the two women and wondered why anyone would willingly go.
    
    During the warmer months she spent much of her time in the forest, learning which plants were edible and which could kill you and which could be used to heal a wound. What different animal tracks looked like and how to tell how old a trail was, even after rain. In the winter months she traveled with her father, Hyperion, learning all she could about her powers and heritage and the workings of the world from him.
    
    Mastering her abilities came as a struggle, of course, but that’s to be expected.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Myla’s first extended trip aaay from home with neither her mothers and father occurred once she was old enough to attend Camp Half Blood. She had a difficult time adjusting — to the rigorous schedule, to being around people she didn’t know for longer than a few minutes, to sharing mostly everything.
    
    She did make a friend there, though, Dex and the two have been all but inseparable since. Months in Long Island turned to years and eventually Myla turned 18. Around this time her moms decided to make the move from Maine to New York to be closer to their adopted daughter, and Myla couldn’t have been happier.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Now, it’s Myla’s second year at Viridian and she’s received an invitation to join the Order.
    
    will Myla’s inner strength and faith in her own abilities be enough to get her through it unchanged or will this new opportunity lead her down all the wrong paths?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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[orpheus.]

Jarrott Lexander

son of hecate

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  Name

  Jarrott Kinsley Lexander

  nicknames

  Lex

  age

  Twenty-two

  date of birth

  June 20th

  gender

  Cis Male

  sexuality

  Homosexual

  ethnicity

  French with Asian roots

  Role

  Aegis-born of House Magus
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  modifications

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  face claim

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  misc info

  dorm: House of Magus
  grade: Senior
  godly parent: Hekate,
  weapon of choice:
  supernatural abilities: Witchcraft.
  
  Curses.
  
  Triple Form.
  

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  entering adulthood

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[SavannahSmiles]

Child of Persephone

# Initiate

# Hazelle Bellamiie

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[Grimm]

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[lostbird]

• aegis-born
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  Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  vincent wynn

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  vin, vinny

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  25

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  november 12

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  bisexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  5'7" / 1.72m

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  70kg / 154lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  off-black, closely shaved

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  fiercely arctic blue

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cillian murphy

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  for what it's worth, vincent would describe himself as considerate. he made it his business to understand the needs of the children of prometheus and initiates, wanting nothing more than for the numbers to be on their side in the end. whilst he was more partial to them than his peers, vincent was not above pointing out the weak from the strong — part of his honest nature. what was the point in stringing along a lost cause? with nothing but time on his hands, he understood not to take it for granted. in that endless spare time he found himself with, vincent had a creative streak, often learning the art of renaissance painting and filling his dorm to the brim with sketched canvases. vincent appreciated ambition in the initiates, as he was ambitious himself; you had to be, to be a member of the order. this was no simple task the aegis-born were pursuing. in order to remain sensible, and honestly, not completely abandon the idea of mutiny entirely, vincent coped with a sense of humour.
  
  in addition to his positive traits, vincent was conceited to the bone. he would not aspire to be a god if he felt his abilities were not in line, and even better, than that of his father. unreasonable, vincent would consider himself obstinate. no matter what, he valued his own opinion and would not waver on whichever purpose he found himself. in that regard, anyone could assume he was particularly self-indulgent. whilst he was unable to send himself into slumber, he relished in being able to snuff out someone's waking world, altering their dreams and sending them to one of his own making. the lack of sleep he suffered left him irritable at times, and when sleep deprived, he was quick to bother — there were too many hours in the night, too many thoughts for him to mull over in loneliness. sometimes, deprivation left him utterly foolish; not necessarily a lack of good judgment, but in conversation.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  considerate, ambitious, honest, humorous, creative

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  conceited, self-indulgent, obstinate, irritable, foolish

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  vincents fears directly oppose each other. on one hand, he's afraid of never being able to fall asleep — he craves the sweet release of sleep, exhaustion has weighed heavy on his shoulders. on the other, vincent fears never waking up. there is much debate in his thoughts on whether he is the cause of his own sleep deprivation.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  strong and silent presence. mental fortitude. manipulative.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  tunnel-vision. smoking. impaired reflexes, due to sleep deprivation.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  camp half-blood went by in slow-motion. most of his life had, to be truthful. vincent had suffered from sleep deprivation for as long as he could remember, a cruel joke once he had been claimed as a son of hypnos. in his youth, vincent desperately attempted to find ways to use his own abilities on himself — he spent hours of his days in the hypnos cabin, hoping to be lulled to sleep by the incessantly endless violins and warm scents to no avail. he threw himself into training, being adept at weapons wasn't necessarily interesting to him but he had hoped by draining himself during the day, perhaps he could sleep better at night, for longer, deeper. he read the ancient greek texts with ease, maybe it will tire my eyes. he took leadership in capture the flag, maybe my joints will exhaust my brain. he stared at nothing for hours, maybe i'll be bored to death. before long, vincent gave up on hope and began to compartmentalise the pieces of his life. what kind of god would create such a flawed son? he should be overthrown.
  
  once the pitiful years at camp had subsided and he found himself at viridian academy, vincent noticed a change within and those he surrounded himself with. they were better than other students, unmatched. the order founded itself long before his arrival, but he felt himself thriving once his invitation was shuffled under the door of his dormitory. his formerly miserable existence shifted and his arrogance grew from there. nights were kept busy by delving into the hobby of classical painting, sketching himself on mount olympus as a god in his own right, with his peers beside him. he also took up smoking — finding the calmer he was, the more likely he was able to sleep for short periods at a time and feel somewhat rested. it was never enough, though he began to understand how to astral project.
  
  now, as an aegis-born, vincent had his distinct role. able to use his abilities to retrieve the memories of initiates, confirming whether the missions were a success or an utter disaster. seeking the weak links that would only hurt the order, not serve. and further, he found for significant cases — initiates appearing to spiral, suddenly at odds with the gravity of their goals — he would induce slumber for those who asked or needed the intervention. nothing put life into perspective more than a restful nights sleep.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  dorm

  
  

  vita et mors.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  senior.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weapon of choice

  
  

  oblivion. a walking cane, aesthetically crafted into the shape of a twisted ebony tree branch. the handle has been dipped into the river lethe — it does not retain the properties, to vincents knowledge. oblivion is able to be wielded much like a spear, used at close to mid-range combat, but as a last resort. he prefers to use the conflict in order to draw himself closer to the enemy and use his abilities.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  spn. abilities

  
  

  hypnokinesis: memory retrieval, often used on initiates upon completing missions from the order. sometimes used for his own purposes. sleep inducement, an ability in which he can send someone into a slumber with touch — most effective if touching the forehead. dream manipulation, dreams or nightmares are by his making. astral projection, vincent can infiltrate others dream planes, though this is very rare as he must be sleeping himself and that has proven quite difficult. each of his abilities requires physical contact, and is strongest when touching a persons' head.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  child of ares

  
  
  
  

  killian

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  killian buchanan

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames

  
  

  kil

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  22

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  july 23

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  caucasian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  hetero

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  role

  
  

  child of prometheus

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  the crooked kind

  
  
  

  radical face

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  6'1"

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  191lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  obsidian black hair

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  normally, brown.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  giorgio belli

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  02.

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  as a son of ares, killian is adaptable. his fluidity with different weapons cannot be understated, as he's never met a weapon he hasn't enjoyed. his adaptability also extends to war strategy; not to the same extent as children of athena, but enough that in the midst of a battle killian is reliable enough to change plans accordingly. most could assume killian is courageous, throwing himself into the heat of any challenge. though his bravery will not allow him to slip into pure stupidity, pushing him into a fight he cannot win — he knows his limits, knows his capabilities, knows when to remain composed. he was exceptionally studious, in his eyes if you didn't understand the theory of battle then execution would be lacking.
  
  killian supposes that is where his arrogance comes from. the confidence within himself and fighting abilities gives him a prideful attitude, noted in how he carries himself and takes on any challenge presented. he faces threats with a ruthlessness that had left his fellow classmates with an uneasiness. this kept him quite distant from his peers, especially during camp half-blood. killian simply was not like the other ares children, he was better. calculated. brutal. the mask of composure would often slip, his adhd occasionally winning when his ears begin to ring at the thought of a fight. his impatience was deafening.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  adaptable, courageous, studious, reliable, composed

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  arrogant, ruthless, impatient, brutal, distant

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  losing everything

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  proficient in ancient greek warfare, adaptable with most weapons, endurance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  blind rage, sole warrior instinct, an injury in his right calf causes his knee to buckle when overexerting himself

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  cw: violence, death
  
  his earliest memories are at an orphanage. kids came and went, staff members were the only constant. when the satyr arrived to whisk him away to camp half-blood, killian believed he had finally found his place: full of frustration and bitterness. he had very quickly taken to the ways of being a son of ares, though he couldn't stand the music, often rising first of the campers to get away from it and being the last to climb into his bunk at night. combat, however, kept him sane. being able to funnel all that pain and confusion for his unfair start in life left him satisfied, but only for awhile. he learned as a son of ares, the hunger for violence was never fully satiated. there was a hole in his chest, a warning in his heart, a siren in his head; 'you are the perfect embodiment of me.' these incessant comments from ares rang through his ear after a successful sparring session. there was no desire to make his father proud, or to live up to expectations. killian was focused solely on himself and his thirst for violence.
  
  that violence came to a head during capture the flag. the son of apollo guarding the enemy flag was flighty, flying arrows his direction in warning. something overtook him and to this day, killian still doesn't understand the blind rage he suddenly flew into. he marched across the creek, grabbing the boy by the throat and throwing his weight down to pin him hard. there were meek attempts to throw killian off, possibly thinking he wasn't going to go that far, but he was. blood was rushing through his ears, drowning out the sounds of his pleas as he squeezed the life out of the apollo boy. his own team stood by in shock, covering their mouths, eyes, gesturing wildly to get the attention of the nearest counsellor but there was something he needed to do. later, a fellow camper recounted how his irises had become red, flooded with rage; he urged the fallen body to rise, take his own flag in hand and march to killians teams goal.
  
  no one bothered him after that. killian had some peace from the campers, not being pestered to lighten up and relax with them. what remained was ares, consistently praising him as his favourite, his prodigy. maybe it stoked his pride somewhat, as the arrogance killian had following the event was earned in his eyes. he was able to find enjoyment in certain things, like feeding the animals at camp and admiring greek paintings. but not without the watchful eyes of others. he wasn't proud of what he did that day, often thought about where that boy might be now. though he didn't regret learning about what he was capable of. in spite of the event, killian was allowed to stay so long as he refrained from a repeat. instead, they had him practice on fallen enemies attempting to cross the borders of their camp. he found himself consistently placed there, maybe so the counsellors always had an eye on him. even so, killian took some pride in his place.
  
  when his time at camp half blood was nearing an end, killian found himself with a letter from viridian academy. there was no question whether he would attend — being under constant supervision left him aggravated. the order of prometheus had quickly approached him, believing his rage would be better suited towards their goals and for killian, their order had left him with a desire to succeed. would it banish ares from his head? the initiation went smoothly, he was able to use his strengths to his advantage and rising to the rank of a child of prometheus swiftly. there was nothing he would not do to reach the top of the pecking order, to overthrow his father and silence the voices at last.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  04.

  
  
  
  

  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  astrid irsay

  
  
  
  

  wip.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  character name

  
  
  
  

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  character name

  
  
  
  

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  06.

  
  
  
  

  miscellaneous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  bellum et pax.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  grade

  
  

  sophomore.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weapon of choice

  
  

  nemesis: despite being fluent with most weapons, killian quickly took a liking to scythes due to one of the unique abilities some children of ares were gifted — something he found invaluable; necromancy.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  spn. abilities

  
  

  the limited ability in necromancy, raising the fallen bodies of his enemies to fight on his side. odikinesis, able to arouse mutual feelings of bloodlust and hatred in others. the manipulation tactic worked in his favour, as he was in perfect control of channeling those feelings into his combat, whereas others are vulnerable to the sudden onslaught of unchecked anger. and finally, enhanced physical prowess.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Dhliwayo

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  child of aphrodite

  
  
  
  

  nadia

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  nadia delacour

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames

  
  

  'dia

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  21

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  september 21

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  argentinian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  lesbian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  role

  
  

  initiate

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  afterlife

  
  
  

  xylo

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  5'7" / 1.75m

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  55kg / 121lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  coffee brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  brown, gold when caught in the light

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  camila morrone

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  02.

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  a daughter of aphrodite was bound to be charming in some capacity, nadia had no problem wielding charmspeak to her advantage during her years at camp half-blood, but she quickly grew tired of manipulating those into her bidding. she preferred to be assertive over relying on abilities, convincing people the "old-fashioned" way. perhaps this was the cause of nadia being more modest than the rest of her half-siblings. where most thrived in using their attractiveness and pretty words to get their way, nadia found herself quite humble in comparison. she was alluring, drawing others into her sphere willingly — not through the act of... well, cheating. realistic to a fault, nadia understood where she stands in comparison to other children of gods and goddesses; aphrodite's archetype was beauty, grace, love — she might be all those things but she didn't embody those traits proudly. it was a curse, sometimes. it had certainly taken hold of her. in spite of her realistic nature, nadia was extremely daring: challenging those in authority without the soothing nature of charmspeak.
  
  rash, one would argue. too headstrong for her own good. speaking up for herself was always encouraged, and respected, but nadia often forgot where the line was and caused more trouble than was worth. she found herself envious of those with certain gods and goddesses for parents — athena, to be so celebrated for your brain over your appearance was something nadia longed for. in fact, when she would sit in her bunk at night during her camp years, nadia felt too much emotion — emotion that was unbecoming of a daughter of aphrodite. supposedly, sons and daughters were expected to simply sit around and look in a mirror for an endless, boring amount of time. love was the only emotion worth pursuing. but the spite, the wrath, that settled deep in her chest was unmistakable. was it so impossible to picture herself as something more than a pretty face? these questions only received expressions of concern at camp: why would there be anything else? nadia could only stare through them, through the ceiling, through the mirror — she had to pretend. to be dishonest. lest anyone see beyond what is right in front of their face.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  charming, modest, assertive, daring, realistic

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  dishonest, envious, spiteful, rash, wrathful

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  the pressure and stress of living up to the archetype of a daughter of aphrodite crushes in on nadias lungs, squeezing them like a toy — her panic attacks are debilitating and even the mention of what nadia should be can trigger one.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  archery. public speaking. a unique intelligence in that of the affairs between gods and goddesses.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  jealous streak. prefers to relax over act. weak at close range combat.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  nadia's first panic attack occurred during one of the early weeks at camp half-blood. she lay awake in her bunk, squeezing a silk pillow to her chest as if it will prevent her lungs from falling through the cracks of her ribcage. they were so stupid. every single one of them. half-siblings slumbered around her, oblivious to everything, to their own ignorance. why was she expected to sit around camp and stare at a mirror, applying non-existent makeup and learning to shapeshift the flaws of her face? 'there are none.' she flatly told a counsellor, an aphrodite daughter. it wasn't out of ego, or from something she read out of a self-love novel — there was not a single part of her face, her body, anything that nadia felt needed to change. but the experience that tipped her patience over the edge, the moment she wished her father had never happened upon aphrodite, for now she was to be plagued with panic attacks every time she thought of it? was being forced to shift into another persons body.
  
  it.
  
  was.
  
  wrong.
  
  the skin was far too pale, blotchy. her arms weren't supple but frighteningly thin. a bone structure that could surely cut glass. nadia hyperventilated on the spot. it was uncanny, just... wrong. her siblings sat around, stifling laughter and whispering with bent heads. so stupid. nadia had pulled the pillow tighter to chest, her panic giving way to anger. spite.
  
  nadia threw herself into studying with the athena children, studying greek texts to the point of insomnia. what was better than reading a book? one with all the answers of your own history and culture? she developed the exceptional ability to retain knowledge; most useless, but not to her. she learned the flaws of her mother. where she went wrong. what nadia would do differently. archery came next. while her siblings were content with staring into a reflection and pointing their nose in the air, too stuck up to wield a sword or participate in capture the flag, nadia practiced combat at long-distance. she was far too delicate to be of use up close, she had tried, wanting so badly to wield a spear like other goddesses — but her body was simply too... lanky, for it. not a flaw, of course. never. but her body was clearly designed for another skill: a bow and arrow. her arms were long, allowing her to pull the string back and send her target soaring. it didn't always hit the mark, but it was close enough for nadia to feel vindicated.
  
  now that she's aged out of camp, nadia had her sights on more at viridian academy — to be more than a goddess finding all her worth through other people's eyes.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  04.

  
  
  
  

  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  vanessa novak

  
  
  
  

  wip.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  06.

  
  
  
  

  miscellaneous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  amare.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  grade

  
  

  junior.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weapon of choice

  
  

  archamor. a bow and arrow, made from birch wood and tainted in perfume from aphrodite's cabin. rose gold tipped arrows, no special properties otherwise.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  spn. abilities

  
  

  shapeshifting. nadia is able to shapeshift into the appearance of anyone, but not a face she knows. to be honest, it has never served her as nadia quite prefers how she looks naturally and feels just wrong in the body of another. however, she enjoys shapeshifting into a dove to travel faster. also gifted with charmspeak, nadia can soothingly chatter her way into or out of anything. this depends on the strength and directness of her voice, and if someone knows the signs well enough, they can easily catch her out of it.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[Historia Calamatium]

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  movements

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01

  Name

  Ignatius K. Caelum

  02

  Name

  Keaton, Keke, Iggy, or Babygirl

  03

  age

  20

  04

  date of birth

  December 21st

  05

  gender

  cis-male

  06

  sexuality

  demiromantic bisexual

  07

  role

  Aegis-Born

  08

  dorm

  Magus
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  Stay up all night, real love for the first time, and I can't tell if this is all a dream or if I'm really here, but as long as I can feel you, I don't really care

  personality

  Ignatius is best described as unpredictable and once you understand that everything else about him starts to make sense.
  
  An almost near contradiction to the godly parent he was born under, Ignatius is a whirlwind of trouble but he prefers it that way. The first to sew chaos if the chance arises and the last one to try to douse the flames should the fire get too big. He doesn't really care as long as he can derive a good laugh or two from it. The chaos left in his wake be damned. If it doesn't affect him then you're on your own for the most part.
  
  An unabashed flirt, if he sees you and you're pretty he will not hesitate to make that fact known. Awkward or not Ignatius does not seem to care for tact or conventional etiquette. "If you see something you want go for it no use standing on the sidelines" is a motto he claims to live by. He does not. That advice is simply for other people. Is it good advice? That's really up to you.
  
  But among the sea of red flag behavior there is a dim light that for some odd reason attracts people to Ignatius' side. For those he considers friends or people he just comes to like in general he is steadfast in his loyalty to them. For them it's when the true Ignatius makes his appearance because beneath the battered exterior of indifference is an old soul that bares his heart much too openly to justify his claims of other people being irrelevant (bare with me I was blanking).
  
  Since joining the order a lot of Ignatius' more wild vices have all but disappeared, replaced with a more reserved shadow of his former self. His aura of childlike irresponsibility replaced by that of someone who has already seen too much….. except when he is around one person. She is the only person who can force Dr. Jekyll out when Mr Hyde seems intent on overstaying his welcome.
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adrian gauthier

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• name

  adrian marceau gauthier

  nickname

  mostly just adrian.

  age

  twenty-one

  date of birth

  19th of july

  gender

  cismale.

  sexuality

  closeted bisexual.

  role

  child of prometheus.

  appearance

  height

  6'0
  

  weight

  173lbs
  

  build

  tall and fairly muscular, adrian sports a mesomorphic build.
  

  hair

  adrian's dirty blonde hair is typically tousled. a simple hand run through is usually all he does.
  

  eyes

  blue, with a green-ish tinge.
  

  body modifications

  none. he's surprised he hasn't jokingly gotten a tattoo, yet.
  

  scars

  known to get into mischief, adrian is littered in small, mostly meaningless scars.
  

  face claim

  evan roderick.

  bullet

  saint motel
• Adrian would never claim to be anything more than he is: a bold and charismatic troublemaker. If you want to cause some havoc, he should certainly be your first point of call, his heritage luckily providing him with a gift, as he would call it. A little too nonchalant, Adrian does not care much for the long-term impacts of his actions, save for his when his deeply buried goals are involved. Perhaps a result of ending up in countless strange situations, Adrian is highly adaptable, though tends to still factor in a bit of fooling even if his life is precariously on the line. His confidence teeters on arrogance at times, though it's largely an act - his confidence is truly quiet. He knows his limits.
  
  He is not the trusting nor trustworthy kind, a slither of doubt always settling deep in his stomach, with self-preservation to boot. The only people he's ever been able to be loyal to are a few demigods, though cracking through his thick exterior took time that he doesn't give most people. He's flighty, prone to disappearing on a whim, and while he knows it's often due to his discomfort with commitment, at the least it makes him independent. Truly, he's just afraid of becoming too close so that he allows himself to be sensitive and sentimental.
  
  Not quite a kleptomaniac like his siblings tend to be, Adrian is swift, silent and cunning when he needs to be and has no qualms about stealing so long as isn't to the detriment of another. Though his morals are steadfast, they are few and far between - he is no Robin Hood. Yet there is no doubt, settled deep within, something more to Adrian than he cares to admit. A man who wants better for others, and a boy who yearns to not have an expertly crafted exterior that is likeable enough.

  virtues

  confident, adaptable, persuasive, easy-going.

  vices

  manipulative, cunning, mischievous, flighty.

  fears

  avoidant of stability, rats.
• history

  For whatsoever reason, Hermes found himself in Quebec, startlingly obsessed with a woman of dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes; a woman who flit between jobs and homes with a flick of the wrist. falling pregnant made that lifestyle a little less free, which she would come to resent Hermes for - especially when he only told her about what her child was to be just before leaving.
  
  Nonetheless, Miriam was a doting mother in the ways she could be. but stability was never her way, and so for Adrian, it was never meant to be his. Always on the move, Adrian became accustomed to changing environments, with his godly heritage helping him adapt - particularly as he quickly learnt the best way to get what you wanted was to perform, charm, enthral. On some days, it certainly staved off the growling sensations in his gut, at least when being light fingered seemed to fail.
  
  Reaching 11, Adrian found himself getting into more inexplicably more dangerous situations. and that his mother hadn't tragically stumbled into a bad hand in life, but that she revelled in it, being tied to nothing (except him, which he came to realise was a straw thin connection twisted together with guilt). from then, Adrian was on his own, though stayed with his mother for the convenience of it.
  
  By 12, monster encounters became more common and Miriam admitted to Adrian that he was a demi-god, yet refused to tell him who his father was. The young boy's patience had worn painfully thin, so he managed to track down his mother's family. The shock on his aunt's face as he appeared on the doorstop was swiftly replaced with action- he could barely believe the two were related... and what his father had left him with.
  
  That summer, Adrian was taken to Camp Half-Blood, finally tracked down by those seeking demigods. he fit right in at Camp Half-Blood: daughters of Aphrodite were excited he could speak in French with them; he came to lead his cabin of many, many Hermes children; his troublemaking schemes were endorsed (stealing less so, though most of the time no one ever noticed). He thrived in constantly moving between the locations, and would occasionally disappear for extended periods of time- his mother taught him well. If only nearly every demi-god didn't have some tragedy chained to them, perhaps he could've been more accepting of his heritage.
  
  The transition to Viridian Academy was smooth, Adrian never had a problem fitting in and was often popular. The letter wasn't entirely unexpected. As for the trials, they were decidedly difficult, but he was resolute and intimately familiar with underestimation, and twisted peoples' doubts into his advantage. He almost appeared disconcertingly lucky ( "is he a child of tyche?" often came the confused whispers ).
  
  He's still never found sticking in one place suitable for him. He may not exactly love the gods' way of doing things... but he's come to doubt the Order of Prometheus is anything better, though perhaps that's merely Adrian's deeply rooted time limit for one thing speaking.
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  dorm

  artem or bellum et pax ( ? )
  
  

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  junior
  
  

  godly parent

  hermes, god of travellers, thieves, merchants, trade, the messenger of the gods.
  
  

  weapon of choice

  khrysos: adrian has a pocket knife which has one section that when pulled out, expands into a celestial bronze short sword, named after his father's sword of gold (ironic). otherwise, just very handy tool.
  
  

  supernatural abilities

  
  - jack of all trades: less so an ability, and more an innate skill, as a child of hermes, adrian is extremely gifted in picking new skills up and becoming adept in them. he is more cunning, nimble and athletic, often exceedingly skilled in business and thievery.
  - superspeed: as hermes is the god of travellers and messenger of the gods, adrian is one of the rare few to inherit superhuman speed, above the average demigod. this requires ridiculous amounts of energy and is extremely tiring.
  - clauditiskinesis: adrian can sense and manipulate locks, including traps on them.
  
  

  strengths

  
  - sword combat: adrian's best weapon is a sword- he can adapt to mostly anything, but the sword is what he is well trained in and will reach for over anything else.
  - adaptable: as a son of hermes, adrian is extremely malleable - able to flex into any role or need in a fight. it's hard to catch him off guard in a way that he cannot respond.
  - lack of supernatural abilities: it may appear adrian is a weaker demigod due to not having high level manipulation abilities, however, he uses this to his advantage- people underestimate him in combat, and are taken aback by his high endurance, since his abilities tend to be less draining.
  
  

  weaknesses

  
  - treacherous: his trickster nature tends to make fighting with him difficult, and sometimes places him in positions where he is less trusted.
  - lack of ambition: adrian doesn't tend to have much drive, more so a man who follows each whim as they come.
  - impulsive: in the heat of the moment, he sometimes acts before really thinking it through (intentionally or otherwise), resulting in reckless outcomes.

  - loves ice hockey and plays as regularly as he can
  - walking red flag, actually
  

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Nikandros Euphranor

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nik, nicky

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age

25

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D.O.B.

March 21st

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male

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homosexual

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  Despite his many imperfections, Nik's features are quite compelling to gaze upon. His broad shoulders, chiseled from countless hours of labor, stretch forth like a mountain range, while his powerful arms hang at his sides, ready to grasp the challenges of the day. The rugged landscape of his face tells tales of endurance, each line and crease etched by the wind and sun of life's journey.
  
  His umber eyes, deep-set and piercing, gleam with an intensity that belies their softness, inviting all who gaze upon him to step into the depths of his soul. His gaze carries the weight of centuries, and his countenance exudes the allure of both the Hellenic gods and the Egyptian pharaohs. A strong jawline, accentuated by a closely trimmed beard, lends a sense of resoluteness to his visage, as if he has long since made peace with the trials of this world. The gentle curve of his nose speaks of kindness, yet there lingers a hint of mischief about its edges, suggesting that here is a man not afraid to laugh in the face of adversity.
  
  The skin tone of warm, golden brown recalls the earthy hues of the soil he tills, a testament to the honest toil that has shaped both his body and spirit. A mane of midnight hair cascades like the Nile's current, framing a visage that bears the mark of Apollo's grace and Osiris' regal bearing. It springs forth from his scalp in wild disarray, as though it too has been weathered by the elements. It frames his face like a crown of leaves, a fitting adornment for one so clearly connected to the land.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Nik's skin tells a mystical tale through hieroglyphic tattoos, spiraling from his upper arms to his lower, protective and divine. These inked symbols, more than mere adornments, serve as conduits to the forces above and offering a shield against arcane forces. Atop this magical canvas, his upper back bears an array of purely aesthetic tattoos, intricate patterns that reflect his appreciation for beauty.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  As a remarkable healer, one wouldn't typically anticipate finding scars on his body, and you're absolutely correct in pointing that out. His exceptional healing factor has allowed him to avoid most injuries, but he does have a few inconspicuous scars scattered across his upper back and lower torso. Despite his natural talent for healing, these scars serve as a reminder of past battles and the occasional limitations of his powers.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Muhammed Ahmed
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Nik, the enigmatic paradox, dances to the rhythm of his own rebellious soul. A maestro of sarcasm, his words, like razor-sharp daggers, pierce through the tapestry of conformity, leaving a trail of baffled souls in their wake. The flames of defiance flicker within him, a mischievous spirit that refuses to bow before the shackles of society's rules. Authority's chains are but gossamer threads to him, brushed aside with the audacious tempest of his fierce nature.
  
  In the kaleidoscope of his existence, Nik paints with strokes of headstrong determination, crafting a canvas of unapologetic independence. A solitary traveler on a path untrodden, he's drawn only to those who approach him with respect, for he is no puppet to dance to the tune of 'because I said so.' The fire of rebellion, kindled in his heart, finds its genesis in the overbearing gaze of a god and a father steeped in arcane wisdom.
  
  Yet, beneath the armor of defiance, a heart both caring and kind beats in quiet rhythms. An extrovert in the realm of human connections, Nik harbors a fondness for the peculiarities of others, an unflinching observer in the face of life's eccentricities. His emotional citadel, however, stands fortified, guarded by a mask that conceals the tempest of his true sentiments. Even his dearest companions glimpse but fragments of his enigmatic soul.
  
  Within his arsenal of witticisms, sarcasm reigns supreme, a sharp-edged shield forged to deflect the arrows of vulnerability. It's a defense mechanism that carves its mark upon the annals of his existence, and gods themselves dare not underestimate the bite of his sharp tongue.
  
  The allure of adventure courses through his veins, a fervor for danger, an obsession to court the capricious hand of fate in the shadowy realms above. Nik's passion for life blazes brighter amid chaos, embracing the thrill of forbidden magic, monster chases, and explosive escapades. He's a sentinel of the extraordinary, an explorer of the unknown, beckoning destiny to reveal its most valorous secrets.
  
  In the labyrinthine maze of his emotions, a tempestuous tempest brews, a fuse short but potent. Nik's wrath, once kindled, burns with unwavering intensity, a guardian of grudges, even when reason falters.
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Nikandros' existence was marked by an ancient conspiracy that began long before his birth. His father, Serapis, had left chaos in his wake across the realms of Greek, Egyptian, and Roman gods, making them eager to erase his presence. However, even the combined might of these pantheons couldn't subdue Serapis, who foresaw the looming end of the Hellenistic Era and his inevitable fading into oblivion. In a desperate attempt to leave behind a lasting legacy, Serapis sought to father a demigod child. Knowing that abandoning his child would expose them to the wrath of vengeful deities, he channeled his dwindling power into his staff, using it to transport himself to a distant future.
  
  With only a few days remaining before he would be thrust back into his own time, Serapis scoured the world for a suitable heir and chanced upon Sara Lorenzo. Sara captivated Serapis, not merely for her physical beauty and personality, as most gods might be swayed, but for her remarkable lineage. Sara descended directly from Egypt's First Pharaoh, Narmer, and carried the traces of Greek ancestry, likely inherited during the Hellenistic period.
  
  Events unfolded rapidly, and Sara found herself pregnant with a son, her memories of the night with Serapis clouded. By then, Serapis had already departed, entering a prolonged slumber. Sara devoted herself to raising Nikandros, fully aware of the supernatural perils that her heritage attracted. When Nikandros turned 13, she received an unexpected visitor in the form of a Satyr from Camp Half-Blood, rather than the anticipated Shesh from the House of Life.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Unbeknownst to his divine lineage and unacknowledged throughout his time at Camp Half-Blood, Nikandros endured prolonged isolation, enduring constant disdainful and scornful gazes from those who should have been his peers. Initially shunned by his supposed allies, Nikandros found himself trapped in a cycle that would only cease if he took charge of his destiny, no longer relying on others. And so, he devoted himself to the rigorous training and lessons offered at Camp Half-Blood, not to surpass his peers, but to equip himself for the challenges of world.
  
  As time passed, Nikandros unearthed his natural aptitude for herbology and the healing arts, recognizing an opportunity to distinguish himself. He tirelessly honed his healing abilities day by day, heedless of the toll it exacted on his well-being. In those days, Nikandros appeared fragile and disheveled, but he pressed onward, guided by a sense of purpose. It was during this period that he also discovered his passion and aptitude for spearmanship, ultimately excelling in this discipline.
  
  In his later years at the camp, Nikandros gained renown for his extraordinary healing prowess and mastery of herbology. Desperate demigods turned to him when all other remedies failed, sparking jealousy and animosity from various cabins, particularly the offspring of Apollo, who begrudged his healing superiority. In his final year at camp, these children of Apollo attempted to cast a potent curse upon him, unwittingly awakening Nikandros' latent magical potential.
  
  Realizing the gravity of their actions, Nikandros retaliated, unleashing the curse throughout the entire camp, departing in a tumultuous event. While he faced reprimand, he derived satisfaction from knowing that those responsible for the sinister plot faced consequences.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  House of Life & Lupa

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Nikandros departed Camp Half-Blood carrying a weighty mystery within him: the enigma of his paternal lineage despite his newfound magical abilities. As if the cosmos had conspired to address his inner turmoil, he encountered a Sem Priest who unveiled his Egyptian heritage and extended an invitation to explore a realm beyond his wildest imagination in Egypt. Nikandros, never one to shy away from a challenge, embraced this opportunity and embarked on a journey to the land of pharaohs.
  
  In a striking departure from his previous solitude, he discovered camaraderie and acceptance amongst fellow magicians, the shesh, with whom he forged deep connections. Within the hallowed halls of the First Nome, Nikandros unraveled the threads of his Egyptian ancestry and his royal lineage. He was revered for his mystical prowess and admired for his bold vision, challenging ancient traditions and unraveling age-old mysteries.
  
  During this period, Nikandros achieved remarkable feats, yet his thirst for knowledge and adventure only intensified, propelling him further into the captivating tapestry of his magical heritage.
  
  Nik would one day be awoken within the mysterious Wolf House, his arrival shrouded in confusion, only to encounter Lupa, the Roman wolf goddess. In her enigmatic presence, Lupa unraveled the complex tapestry of Nikandros' heritage, revealing that beneath his Greek-dominant genes, he bore a significant connection to Rome.
  
  Under Lupa's tutelage, Nikandros underwent a transformation, both in physique and purpose, setting him on a path that would lead him to San Francisco, where he stumbled upon the veracity of Lupa's teachings at Camp Jupiter. Though initially met with resistance from Terminus, Nik's undeniable Roman lineage secured his entry.
  
  In the heart of Camp Jupiter, Nikandros underwent profound changes, even though his time there was comparatively brief, paling in comparison to his stints at the House of Life or Camp Half-Blood. It was within these hallowed walls that he delved into the secrets of Roman Magic, immersing himself in the mystical tomes concealed within the library of New Rome.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Nikandros' departure from Camp Jupiter marked the beginning of a fresh start in New York, a city brimming with life and opportunities. It was here that he understood the imperative need to start anew and going to college was an option. However, as he settled into Viridian Academy, the stark contrast to Camp Half-Blood posed some initial challenges. It became apparent that maturity reigned here, and appearances mattered little. This newfound anonymity allowed Nik to blend seamlessly into the background, concealing his unique Egyptian and Roman heritage, a mystery he intended to leave behind. Those who had known him as the timid, lost boy from camp would scarcely recognize him now, a transformation he intended to exploit during his time at Viridian Academy.
  
  Years passed, and Nik's vigilance began to waver, inadvertently catching the attention of the Order of Prometheus. Although they struggled to uncover the details of his life post-Camp Half-Blood but pre-Viridian Academy, their persistence led them to extend an invitation. However, they would soon discover that Nikandros was not a suitable recruit for their cause, resembling his father in being exceedingly resilient and difficult to eliminate.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Hybrid Magic

    
    
    
    

    As the son of Serapis, the Greco-Egyptian god, Nik inherits a powerful combination of mystical abilities from both cultures. Nik's magical prowess encompasses the ancient Egyptian practices of Divine Words, summoning creatures, and the ability to tap into the divine energy of the Egyptian gods. Additionally, Nik also wields the Greek magical traditions, including the manipulation of natural forces, the art of potion-making, and the ability to create curses or hexes. Nik is also adept in Roman Magic, fueling his disciplined spells from his body and spirit.
    
    Nik's reliance on incantations, mystical gestures, are a hindrance. Unfortunately, he has faced incapacitation when gagged and bound, rendering him unable to invoke arcane powers or perform mystic gestures. Mental fatigue poses a significant challenge, especially when casting numerous or complex spells consecutively. While he excels at maintaining focus, external factors, like noisy surroundings, can hinder his effectiveness. For his safety, Nik refrains from prolonged battles, as the intricate nature of his magic can harm his health, leading to migraines, dizziness, nausea, and even the dire consequences of soul destruction and death when his powers are overextended.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    Essence Consumption

    
    
    
    

    Nik has inherited his father's most notorious power, allowing him to absorb and wield the energies or essence of beings and objects, typically through tactile contact. Through this remarkable ability, he can temporarily adopt the abilities and characteristics of his chosen target, along with gaining access to their memories, knowledge, and even their unique personalities. While in close proximity to his target, Nik can also subtly siphon their essence, achieving similar effects, albeit at a reduced magnitude.
    
    Firstly, the absorbed essence is temporary and fades over time. It cannot be permanently retained. Furthermore, Nik cannot absorb the essence of gods or other immensely powerful beings. The energy emitted by such entities is too overwhelming and can kill him. Overuse can lead to a loss of control, causing Nik to be overwhelmed by conflicting energies or personalities since he's retaining something from the thing he absorbs. Absorbing too much from a powerful source has adverse effects on Nik's mental and physical well-being.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Nik possesses an exceptional talent to manipulate and control the healing properties of his own or others' life force. This empowers him not only to heal wounds but also cure diseases, and restore vitality. He can accelerate the natural healing process or even increase the fertility in the soil, causing healthy botanical growth.
    
    As for limitations, Nik's healing capabilities are not without their constraints. The effectiveness of his powers depends on the severity of the injury or illness. Healing minor wounds or illnesses would be relatively easy, but more severe conditions would require more time and energy. Additionally, the extent of his control over flora is limited to only inducing fertility in plant life. Furthermore, he cannot bring back the dead or regenerate lost limbs. Finally, prolonged use of his healing abilities can lead to exhaustion, necessitating periods of rest and recovery to maintain his skill at its peak.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Serapis; Hybrid Greco/Roman-Egyptian God of the Afterlife, Fertility and Kingship. (Fusion of Greek/Roman and Egyptian Deities)
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Lance of Alexandria; An amalgam of various weapons, wielded by Nik, is a magnificent spear that combines the spearhead of the Spear of Horus, the shaft of the Staff of Serapis, and a khopesh at the heel of the spear. It embodies the convergence of Greek and Egyptian mythology, radiating with divine energy. The spearhead, adorned with hieroglyphs, pierces through defenses, while the shaft channels potent magic. The khopesh, a symbol of Nik's Egyptian heritage, is a blade of unparalleled strength.
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[Circe]

서예슬

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Abandon all mortality, embrace godhood.

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  Elara Angelos

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Female

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Bisexual

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  September 22nd, Virgo

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Raven Black

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Hazel Green

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Fading wounds are littered all over her body, mostly in places that she can easily conceal, except for the few on her arms. Elara always tried to be very careful when in battle, not that she always succeeded.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A posh english accent laced with honey, sounded when she spoke. A deceptive tone, inadvertently hiding caustic words. There was a darkness in her light eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes. Strands of straight raven black grow from her scalp, descending to her waist, a healthy sheen in the light of a midnight silver moon.
  
  Elara mostly adorns dark colors, the lightest color she would ever consider would be a silver grey. She wears lots of dresses, but can also be seen in ripped jeans and long skirts. The clothing she wears would be considered trendy fashion, mixed with a certain doll aesthetic

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Elara has a sinewy mesomorphic build, callipygian and strong. From being active and playing sports all her life, most of the weight on her body is muscle, slightly visible but not insanely defined. Long legs support a taller stature, and a slender waist curves into wide hips.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The choice to be the mean girl was never her own. Truth be told, she could devour one without thinking twice. In the beginning she was not someone who particularly took pleasure in others being intimidated by her, but as time went on, Elara became what was expected of her. People are met with a cold exterior and a sarcastic tone. Unless full of rage, others have a difficult time reading her. Trying to decipher her was like navigating the labyrinth. For the majority of her life, it was hard for Elara to just...relax, she didn't know the meaning of just letting go and letting loose. But it was surely inside her, she was a quarter nymph after-all. When she graduated to Viridian, she was completely jaded with life as a demigod, trying to prove her worth to the oh so benevolent Gods above. She allowed herself to care a little bit less, allowed herself to stop thinking for once. It was often forgotten that she was a quarter nymph, so needless to say, the girl knew how to take over a rager. Competitive by nature, she's the one initiating aggressive drinking contests and keg stands, people even started to wonder if she was blessed by Dionysus. This slight change in her life outlook led to minor addiction, she started to engage in drugs and alcohol at her leisure. This is something she manages to keep hidden, as most assume she only partook during parties, and she remains too functional for it to be known otherwise.
  
  Being an incredibly cynic young woman, others have a hard time earning her trust. She means what she says, and will carry it out by any means necessary. Growing up, she didn't have many chances of interacting with other children, which led to some social ineptitude. Large crowds of people make her uncomfortable. When she spoke the words still flowed from her lips, fluid and commanding attention. Elara will meet others, even strangers, with a blunt tongue. Despite all her downfalls, she is truthful as she feels there is no reason to lie. What was anyone going to do about anything she said? If she wants to obscure something from someone, gods be damned, it will be hidden. Deep down, there is love inside Elara, too much of it. she keeps this dead and buried, and has for a long time. Without anyone to ever give it to, she decided it was a useless emotion and abandoned it so she could operate without any hinderances. In neutral settings, Elara maintains a poised composure, unshakable during arguments and fights. Only when an oath has been broken to her does this temperament completely shatter. She has a wrath unlike any other, it just takes a long time to light her fuse, but once it's lit nothing can avoid the explosion. Elara has this infernal rage trapped within her, with not a hard time keeping it under lock and key.
  
  In whatever she did, she needed to be the best. Three traits of hers that spell recipe for disaster; audaciousness, cunning, and resilience. Elara will take on more tasks that she can realistically carry out, but with perseverance, always seems to come out on top. An air of haughtiness surrounds her, subtle, but noticeable in the way she carried herself and the way she walked. Her words were accented, hinting of condescension. At some point during her adolescence, her empathy for human beings started to wane, and she started to dissociate from them. It was hard not to believe herself a God when for as long as she walked this Earth everyone treated her like one.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Trustworthy; with a sharp tongue, others might find Elara's words to be blunt, but with this also comes pure honesty. If someone wanted an opinion not sugarcoated about whether or not a dress made them look fat, she would be the girl.
  
  Logical; of rational mind, Elara finds problem solving and scheming comes easily to her. She enjoys battles for a purpose, not senseless warfare. She might not be above resorting to violence, but the act will be well calculated.
  
  Daring; despite her appearance, Elara is quite lionhearted and a daredevil. Slay a monster alone? Done. Fight an army of Amazons? Done. Stand in the face of adversity? Done. If a task she would not take on existed, she would do that one too. It could have been the adrenaline rush, the triumph in act, or just the plain adventure, but one thing was for certain. Elara was obsessed.
  
  Natural leader, Expert swimmer, Gymnasts' flexibility
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Blunt; there is a downside to her honesty: it's cold, just like the truth. If something is on her mind, she will speak it, without the word vomit.
  
  Ill-tempered; despite her otherwise calm demeanor, Elara has a storm of rage hiding within her, waiting in the depths of darkness to be set free. She is poised and unbothered, until someone breaks an oath to her or her mother. That was the quickest way to get on her bad side, the other ways took a little more effort.
  
  Cynical; to put it simply—it is very hard for Elara to trust others. Time and time again, this was reinforced and she was proved right by not only her peers, but people she cared about.
  
  Vengeful; it does not stop after she punches them in the face, oh no. When wronged, Elara can't seem to let it go, holding onto grudges for dear life. Enough is never enough, and she always has to take the punishment further.
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Dorm: Naturalis Mundi
  
  Grade: Senior
  
  Godly Parent: Styx
  
  Weapon
  Morningstar; a spiked mace made of stygian iron, it can generate sparks of electricity for Elara to use for melee when her powers are inconvenient or useless, or in conjunction with her hydrokinesis.
  
  Capabilities
  Enhanced Demigod Physiology; as the offspring of a god and mortal, Elara naturally has an enhanced physiology. Her endurance, speed, senses, and strength are beyond that of peak human. When she was born, she underwent a chthonic process of drinking the water from the Styx. A common act for newborn children of Styx, an initiation to cull the weak and send only her strongest children into the mortal realm. Most birthed by the goddess are strong enough to withstand the waters without dissolving from the inside out. Elara being one of those children, she possesses more strength than her demigod peers, and whenever any physical trauma is felt, the density of her body increases, making her more durable but not quite invincible like Achilles.
  
  Limited Hyrokinesis; born from a nymph-goddess, Elara is capable of manipulating freshwater from rivers, streams, creeks, and lakes. By saying a chthonic incantation in latin, she can summon water from the Styx. This water is unlike the natural substance people drink, instead it is acidic in nature. She can control aspects of her mother's river, when sparring she often reduces its toxicity, against monsters that is not the case. Summoning water from the river, although her domain, is straining since she is bringing it forth from a different realm.
  
  Odikinesis; the all too familiar emotion of hatred. Elara becomes empowered instead of unnerved, relishing in it, after all it is hers to control. She can make others hate a particular thing or someone by inducing or augmenting it, or reduce feelings of hatred leaving only feelings of indifference and love. There is some telepathic insight she has on things people hate, but those messages comes singularly and at random, although she can peer into a person, but this requires concentration.
  
  Weaknesses
  Fire & intense heat; seemingly her Achilles heel, when flames make contact with her skin, instead of the usual reaction to physical damage, she gets burned and being a quarter oceanid nymph—fire causes her excruciating pain. Being places where the temperature is hotter leads to Elara dehydrating faster, the environment slows her down and eventually leads to death
  
  Physical pain; although Elara might be more durable than the average demigod, this does not stop her from feeling all the pain her injuries bring
  
  Overexertion; one thing Elara can keep doing is going on well past the point of needing to rest. She does not know when to stop, its almost as if she can't. There is some overestimation of her abilities that might one day make her drop dead if not kept in check
  
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  Born in the underworld, Elara had to be taken to the mortal realm, as living did not belong there, even if it was where she should be. Before Styx unites daughter with father, she drops the tears of water from Her river into the child's mouth. All went silent, and then little Elara looked up at her mother, a giggle beginning to start. Children born form Styx are drowned inside her, growing in the river's waters. When she concieves, if they don't get drops within a certain period of time, they die. Having them drink stabilizes the children so they can adjust to breathing air instead of water.
  
  When the knock on the door came, Thomas Angelos was not surprised. He worked as a head aquarist in England. Freshwater creatures were his expertise, attracting the eldest oceanid. The man always wanted a daughter. Unlike most he was elated. Most had fatherhood sprung on them after a one night stand, he had planned everything out with the goddess. He knew what was coming next, and he liked this alot less.
  
  Being raised by a single father was difficult. When Elara learned to speak she would tirelessly ask about her mother. Where was she? What did she looked like, sounded like? Alas no answers came.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  As she got older, her father sat her down and told her everything. All lies about the woman who she would have killed to meet. He told Elara they lost her in childbirth, the procedure they had to do, she didn't survive.
  
  Saddened by this, Elara never brought the woman up again. Even as a child, she had a feeling about her father's story. Something told her that was all it was. A story. Elara and her father slowly began to drift apart, the way two iceburgs float in the ocean at their own pace, seeming to brush against eachother but never managing to touch. Instead they just float on by to unknown places. Never to see the other again.
  
  Elara and her father's relationship was not a bad one, he tried his best, doing things all alone. He consulted friends who were mothers, taking her to ballet and swimming lessons. She was an odd child. At least that was what her peers believed. When she first moved to America, they would crowd around her like swarms of bugs, intrigued by the new student and her very clear accent. After a few weeks this stopped, however, leaving Elara by herself for the most part. It was almost like the longer they stayed around her the more standoffish they became. No one wanted to be partners with her, group with her, or even pick her for their stupid games during gym. They were afraid of her.
  
  Eventually the labels she was given started to sink in. Especially at such a young age of development. They wanted a monster? Then that was exactly what they would get. When she started to do the things they thought of her, the treatment got exceedingly worse. By the end of secondary school, her peers were afraid to even breathe the same air as her.
  
  On her twelfth birthday she was supposed to meet her dad and Verena, her father’s wife, for a formal dinner. Suddenly then, she got a text from her dad telling her to meet him at the flat. Opening the door, her heart thrummed in her chest as if she needed to prepare—for what she didn’t know.
  
  There was nothing but blood. Spattered on the walls, in a large pool on the floor. A body sprawled, mangled bits of skin sat in its place on the floor. Elara’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth in shock. Dad…he was—time had no mercy for her. Stalking back into the foyer, heaving. It was a monster! Wait, no—it was Verona? The woman she knew was gone, the creature before her had sharp teeth, claws extending from her fingernails and a leg of a horse and metal replaced her other. Frozen, Elara breathed but even that was too much. The creature snapped its head in her direction and she...smiled. It was like Verona's smile but twisted. The creature broke off into a sprint, her horse leg clicked with every pounding step. Elara slammed the door closed, locked it, never seeing her hands move that fast in her life. That thing wanted to kill her just like she did her own husband. Her legs burned as she ran around the flat into the woods. Going straight would ger her nowhere except at the bottom of lake windemere. What stopped her was a voice in her mind.
  
  "Child. Listen closely if you want to survive."
  
  A woman emerged from the dark of the trees, hooves stomping on the grass, beckoning her. If not for the voice in her head she would have turned the other way, this voice that she questioned why it was so comforting, yet the woman had a deep, rich feminine voice. Sharp enough to cut, with a certain wisdom, knowing of many things.
  
  "Come. We don't have long," the creature before her said.
  
  Before she could agree, a chill went up her spine and when she opened her eyes from a blink the woods of ambleside had been plucked from existence and replaced with a deep forest, tall oaks towered over her on every side. Soon enough, she would be stepping into a new life.
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  At camp half-blood, things were better than before, but most people still stood clear of Elara, and she did not mind. In fact, she preferred it that way. Adjusting to living at camp year round happened quicker than she thought, the only thing still typing her to the mortal realm was her father's death. With no one to really speak to, she drowned out the pain with training, swinging a blade, and learning the proper techniques of greek sword fighting. She learned she was decent with a bow, but not very good, as throwing knives came easier. Elara would fight the Ares kids, strategically picking people who would never back down no matter how they felt about her.
  
  Days after she was claimed, patience seemed to wear thin around camp, lots of people were having uncharacteristic outbursts. The Hermes cabin had been where she stayed. Elara hated living in that cabin, abhorred it. Too many bodies, it was noisy, cramped. Full of humans, who all hated her. When Elara was claimed, she developed an aura of hatred, and being that she lived in the cabin with the most people, chaos ensued. Friends, lovers, siblings--were all finding the things they hated most within one another. Chiron swiftly created a solution, taking Elara out of the Hermes cabin and placing her in the less occupied Hades cabin. Her mother was the most vital river in the underworld, and He would allow it due to her connection with him. So he thought it fitting to put her somewhere closest to Hades. For the rest of her time there, that is where she remained and could not be more content.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  If a demigod managed to survive until the age of eighteen, they got to leave the confines of camp and venture on to Viridian Academy. Elara had the resolve of a bull from the flaming Hells; a bit smug as her victories know no end. Viridian was different from camp, the dormitories are what stood out to Elara. It was no longer a privilege to have a place of her own. Now, she could find somewhere she belonged. The Hades cabin was the closest thing to that but it did not belong to her mother.
  
  It did not take long for Elara to gather the interest of the Order of Prometheus. She was amongst the students on honor role, and even though most had an inclination to fear her, her name never left the mouths of the Viridian student body. She is the captain of the cheerleading team at the academy, and often takes part in wrestling tournaments as an honorary guest.
  
  At the time, Elara made no efforts to make a name for herself, but did start cheerleading. It reminded her of gymnastics, a hobby her father always wanted her to love, but it never really took. She quickly rose to co-captain, by end of sophomore year she was the captain. By her blood and way of character, Elara was seen as someone with great potential. One day after practice, she was sifting through her gym bag once the girls has left, to not find what she was looking for but a crisp porcelain envelope, so flawless she almost did not want to open it. Soft ripping went slow, dragging on as she painstakingly opened the envelope addressed to her in gold lettering. The idea of an exclusive group inviting her to be a member intrigued her, it appealed to her like no other. A group sought her out and not the other way around? Elara never truly cared about friends or companions for the sake of it, but she could not shake the deep seated desire to be a part of a whole.
  
  For her initiation, she had to complete a series of tasks. She felt indifferent about them, the tasks were just more obstacles she would have to face and she took them in stride, there were some psychological aspects yet she did not crack.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[anyasjoy]

• dakota ardor
• vanessa novak
• astrid irsay

• 
  
  eris' daughter

  dakota ardor

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  • i am

    not violent.
    i am not malicious.
    i am a result.
  • name:

    dakota ardor

    
    
    

    nickname:

    kota. there is something mysterious about it that she allowed it to stick around.

    
    
    

    age:

    24 years

    
    
    

    date of birth:

    10th of july

    
    
    

    zodiac:

    cancer; emotional, highly intuitive, sense of humor.

    
    
    

    gender:

    female. she/her

    
    
    

    sexuality:

    bisexual

    
    
    

    role:

    aegis-born

    
    
    

    face claim:

    ella purnell

    
    
    

    body modification:

    when dakota uses her abilities her body breaks out into dark veins. the more power she uses, the more darker they appear. as well the longer she uses it, the more it travels up her fingers to her arms — looking half of a corpse and half a goddess.

    
    
    

    height & weight:

    1.65 m ( 5,5ft) | 56 kg (125 lbs)

    
    
    

    appearance:

    you can describe her in a perfect way in simple terms. honey blonde hair that has a wave to it, also reaches just her shoulders. autumn green eyes, large but incredibly soulful. medium skin, slight freckles and small beauty marks. oval face. lean but active, dakota takes pride in being fit. consistently pouted lips, turned up half smirk — looking like she has a secret. cocked eyebrow, fluttered eyelashes — dakota knows how to play a part.

    
    
    

    sense of style:

    preppy fashion with a hint of girly sense to it. pastel colors such as many shades of pink and even dark reds. pristine white sneakers along with stripes, plaid and even bold floral prints.
  • personality:

    embraces youth like a best friend, goes around whistling people's name and laughing in their face — why would the daughter of chaos live life afraid? she practically spits in death's face. a true free spirit, constantly slipping through people's fingers but leaving enough of an impact for people to remember her. what part did you like more: her singing stevie nicks with a cigarette dangling from her fingers, or how she winked and said your name slowly? a girl like dakota has to be dramatic to get anywhere in life, it's what got her to pass and hang with the cool kids pretty much. it's a dogy dog world out there — and dakota learned from her mistakes. having everything handed to her since a young age, all thanks to her father, dakota has also been taught to do whatever it takes to get what she desires. she is a skilled manipulator and will not hesitate to do anything in order to get what she wants. to be part of the aegis-born you have to have that determination running in your blood, and thankfully she earned her spot. you never know what she's going to do next. she's the kind of person that keeps everyone on their toes, and the one who from the order have to watch over to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless accidentally. dakota goes on her own whim, and prefers to do more dangerous things in comparison to others. unafraid and a little crazy, dakota has always been a daredevil. this useful trait not only impresses others but allows her to try new things without worrying about the consequences. "oh, that's just kota," they say, "she can get away with what she does." it hasn't stopped one or two people to express their concern to her though — she normally jokes how the thought counts. although dakota may not be perfect, she is highly devoted to the order and the people. she found a place she doesn't entirely hate and how it's okay for her to be herself. it's her role to keep things in order and in check, dakota knows that she'll do whatever she can to keep their secret. even though dakota is very alone most of her life, her loyalty to both her role and those she feels are deserving are unparallel to any others. blood runs thicker than water and tears; she would do anything for these individuals.
    
    now, it may not come to surprise to learn this, but dakota has an incredible hard time focusing. beyond her adhd, she is easily distracted — her mind constantly buzzing and just so loud, it emotionally drains dakota where she comes off almost traumatized with what she deals with alone. and that's the problem, dakota handles her issues alone. a discreet individual, believing she can handle her own demons alone instead of just asking. she'll never learn, but one day dakota will figure out that she doesn't have to be alone anymore. she is a neurotic person — along with how loud her head can be dakota just feels a lot in general. her actions are always fueled by a variety of strange reasons; she doesn’t even understand herself, in all honesty. quiet and shy in one moment but enraged and loud in another, the girl is a wonder. she's has always been someone who did what she wishes, ignoring regulations and living in the now. eager to fulfil her desires, she serves to deal with the consequences of her actions later, which usually lands her in situations that could have been avoided. due to her impulsive nature, dakota can sometimes dig a hole for herself and be unable to get out of it.

    
    
    

    virtues:

    » manipulative » expressive. » daredevil. » extremely devoted.

    
    
    

    vices:

    » unfocused, distracted easily. » discreet. » neuroticism. » aggressive. » impulsive.

    
    
    

    strengths:

    » stamina. » adaptable. » persuasive.
    

    
    
    

    weaknesses:

    » mental endurance. » unpredictable. » bleeding and fainting due to ability; lack of stamina in that area — nose, ears, mouth, and eyes could bleed. (not all at once)

    
    
    

    fears:

    to loose too much of herself. it's something that has always troubled dakota, the thought of getting lost in her own chaos to the point she can't even pull herself out — a vessel in her own body.

    
    
    

    trivia facts:

    » dakota is diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. (BPD)
    » is actually quite a goofy girl, or at least she was at the start.
    » has a really hard time sleeping — her thoughts are always so loud.

    
    
    

    theme song:

    when the chaos comes — ruelle
    when the chaos comes, when the chaos goes. . .
    can't look back and you can't slow down.
    when the chaos comes, when the chaos goes. . .
    in too deep and there's no way out.
  • dorm & grade:

    bellum et pax. dakota is a senior.

    
    
    

    godly parent:

    eris, goddess of chaos, strife and discord.

    
    
    

    weapon of choice:

    apple of discord. if you know your history you'd know that there was a golden apple dropped by eris, the goddess of chaos, at a wedding that she was not invited to. "to the most beautiful" eris said before tossing it. it sparked a vanity-fueled dispute among hera, athena, and aphrodite that eventually led to the trojan war. infamous war for the most dumbest reason. dakota remembers the first day she was gifted her weapon, a late graduation present. the dagger was short but sharp, the hilt of it had an apple — a golden one to be precise, and the blade of it was long. "congratulations dear," it's been some time, hearing that voice. how mean it could be. "try and cause some true reckoning." of course her mother had to make her success about her.

    
    
    

    supernatural abilities:

    being the daughter of chaos, dakota was bound to have a little chaos in her blood. her personality alone makes her an unpredictable being; can control chaos and cause it all around her for individuals in her radius to become disorganized and disorderly. 'blind with rage' is what she likes to call it — causing people even with the strongest endurance to crack under her fingers, watching the anger and hatred consume them as whole. "what did it feel like?" she asked someone once, "to feel absolute disarray." dakota would never forget what they said — how everything went muffled, body and hands shaking while their heart was racing. "i almost hyperventilated." they said, looking down at their hands. "i knew hurting someone would make it go away."
    another ability that dakota was gifted was to cause confusion in people. she could manipulate and distort a person's mind and their senses by misleading them. was used a lot to differ suspicion from the headmasters of the school board for a few occasions until they could fix things back in order, as well was for the initiates if they changed their mind on the tasks. was jokingly told she was a secret weapon to the aegis-born, but it was moments like that that gave dakota a pause — was she a follower in her own role?
    » the limit to dakota using chaos is that it is touch activated. eventually the chaos could grow to the point she is able to manipulate it without having to touch someone but only if it's large enough to control.
    » the limit to dakota using confusions is she can over-exert herself. her stamina is weak when it comes to mental endurance — is vulnerable to passing out when using for a short period of time, nose bleeding, it's a reason she isn't entirely fond of using it.

    
    
    

    history:

    before:

    whilst dakota had an ideal upbringing with an aunt that cared for her, she was relieved when the satyr came to whisk her to camp half-blood. thirteen year old dakota stood in the hermes cabin for unclaimed children, knowing exactly who her mother was the moment she crossed the safety borders. "oh." a counsellor had reacted, stricken with the news of who her mother was. "er- um, the goddess of chaos. huh." even the thought of speaking her name aloud seemed to make him sweat. the camp director had passed along the message at dinner the same night, that perhaps the truth of her mother was better left unsaid.
    
    pretending to be unclaimed didn't sit well in her gut. she struggled in everything. sure, now she could read properly. and her adhd worked itself out of her muscles with every swing of a sword and throw of a spear. but she was just so infuriated, snapping at people at the drop of a hat if they even looked at her funny. did they think she was unwanted? dakota wanted to scream the roof off the hermes cabin with eris' name.

    
    
    then:

    today, the cabin was more fuller than usual. a couple of kids got claimed today, having their 'besties' from other cabins come in to help them move out. "so happy you were finally claimed," one of them said, sitting at the edge of the bed while watching the other pack. "you're just as pretty as i am, i knew you were an aphrodite child." dakota watched as the two giggled obnoxiously, just totally unaware. "this is gonna be sick!" another at the end of the cabin shouted, a tanned boy with prettier hair than her. "we're practically brothers, we apollo's stick it out." and that's how it normally went these days — kids coming in and more kids eventually leaving, except for dakota. she had no cabin of her own, being the daughter of eris who brought nothing but destruction to their steps and chaos all around. she might as well be a nobody, kind of how the councilors around camp don't want her to talk about her mother. 'you'll scare the other kids,' they said, 'there is no shame in not being claimed.'
    
    but to dakota, it wasn't fair.
    
    she tuned everything out, her knees drawn up to her chest while staring at her hands in deep thought. the unspeakable things she can do, with just a motion of her fingers and yet — she couldn't stop her mind from wondering: how could a child of hades' be accepted and even welcomed to the point of having their own cabin? she can't even mention her mother. that feeling was back, the strong, overwhelming emotions and feelings all twisting up inside of her. it made her feel wrong, not all right in the head.
    
    "i hope you get claimed too, kota." oh, how nothing ever went her way.
    
    some part of dakota knew they were just trying to be nice, but the other part of her couldn't even fathom why someone would even speak, let alone to her. "i have a secret," she said, "that you guys don't know." it disgusted her how easy it was to have their attention now, knowing she had been sitting here this whole time. she stood now by her bunk, that infamous mean smile was back — how it excited her to see them back away, how silent everything got. "i am the daughter of eris', you know, the one that started shit with your mother." dakota actually laughed, seeing the aphrodite girl flinching back to her friend it satisfied her seeing them scared, made her feel powerful, and dakota swore she got lost in the feeling. "we can start a little war of our own," her eyes sparkled at the thought, her fingers just itching for a fight. she was starting to understand the feeling of wanting to cause some chaos, her hand drawing to her dagger with the famous apple—
    
    "that's enough." the fight immediately depleted from dakota, wincing as her hand went to soothe her head. the muttering started up again, exchanging words while they all stared and she couldn't help but wrap an arm around herself — a silly and vulnerable way of protecting herself. it was back again she knew, the mood swings. it was so confusing how she wanted nothing more than to fight and get physical, but also just run away and have a good cry.
    
    and that's exactly what she did. dakota ran — with a promise in her thoughts.

    
    
    now:

    it didn't take long for dakota to learn how to quiet her own head. eris was the reason she was here, appreciated to her fullest extent. her own room in the bellum et pax dorm exceeded expectations. she flicks through her belongings on the dresser, finding an antique box that ended up housing some keepsakes from her time at viridian academy.
    
    her fingers pick through each one: a photo of her first day in the courtyard, her invitation into the order, a positive report card of her first semester, a prescription for bpd (how much sense everything suddenly made). dakota lingers on that one. a twisted joke, wasn't it? to be the daughter of chaos and also diagnosed with a bipolar personality. part of her wanted to print it out on a card and present it to people when she had one of her moments. that's all they were now, just moments. the medication was draining, but necessary, especially with her unique circumstances. eris was an amplifier. no matter how good it felt to be off the medication and feeling everything, she had learned to savor and appreciate a quiet mind.
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  demeter's daughter

  vanessa novak

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  • if

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    better than them,
    i will become
    so much worse.
  • name:

    vanessa novak

    
    
    

    nickname:

    nessa, nessie

    
    
    

    age:

    21 years

    
    
    

    date of birth:

    21st of march

    
    
    

    zodiac:

    aries; passionate, competitive, ambitious.

    
    
    

    gender:

    female. she/her

    
    
    

    sexuality:

    lesbian

    
    
    

    role:

    the initiate

    
    
    

    face claim:

    lily sullivan

    
    
    

    body modification:

    none

    
    
    

    height & weight:

    1.73 m (5,6 ft) | 55 kg (121 lbs)

    
    
    

    appearance:

    thin yet fine — could tangles easily though. common hair styles include simply staying down and being tied up with a ribbon if she's feeling frisky. she's got the kind of hair vanessa will never dye, will never do anything harsh with. it's a pretty color somewhere lost between deep brown and the first stage of light, and she has always paid careful attention to it. hair masks are a must. a hair brush is ever common, paired with hair clips and such. her ends curl by the tips, but the rest sort of falls straight down. the root of the problem is her body. vanessa doesn't care for her body — if she's too thin, too fit, not enough muscles, she rather put her attention elsewhere. long and lean she'd been told — constant comments about how her height seems off with her frame. takes absolute pride in her long and shapely legs — a result from vanessa constantly being outside barefoot while hanging off of trees, truly being one with nature. a modern tree-lover if you will. sharp and piercing full eyes, a forestry green to them. vanessa has been told before she has a quite mean look to her despite being a child of demeter. nothing else thrills her more, knowing she doesn't quite look the part.

    
    
    

    sense of style:

    vanessa has a very ethereal aesthetic to her. she likes being mildly outlandish with her sense of fashion while including colors that compliment her well. includes various tones of greens and browns into her wardrobe.
  • personality:

    from an early age, vanessa had been determined to get things done to the best of her ability, with no room for error or imperfection, unless it come to her appearance as she takes a rather chilled and spiritual approach to her attire. she prides herself on her handiwork concerning the environment and her determination to be the best. vanessa hates finishing second and to her, there is no middle ground as far as being successful is concerned. she is naturally smart, with her intelligence continually increasing as a result of her hunger for knowledge. she knows what to say and how to say it, but more importantly, cunning. as a child, she tended to be mischievous. now that she has grown up from camp half-blood and moved on to newer things, vanessa has developed her playfully cunning personality into one that is clever, manipulative and a bit sneaky. every aspect of her speech is fluid, languid, deliberate. she speaks the blunt truth, she says what's on her mind whenever she wants to say it. people say she's sardonic. she says, "oh honey, if only." a very sarcastic individual with a wit almost sharper than a blade. her satirical humor combined with a cynical outlook can make her seem quite humorous in a dry kind of way. vanessa has always thought before she acts knowing it will end up giving her the higher advantage, whatever that may be. she's strategic in being careful, but most of all — she is patient and can be ruthless in that.
    
    her plain disregard for herself stems from her past, and although there might be a small glimmer of a nicer future, her compassion for strangers is truly lacking. vanessa doesn’t believe in sympathy; there’s no need to feel bad for another. suck it up, keep going. vanessa still believes that she is better than everyone and can do whatever she wants if she sets her mind to it, just arrogant all around. she believes that she is far more valuable and more skilled than anyone and intends to show the order that she is no coward. even though she loves making other people content, she’s found that the easiest way to achieve it, is through lies and trickery. she manages to gain people’s trust with her smile, and her gentle words, but she isn’t the kind of person who would trust anyone beyond herself. a liar, at best — dishonesty is the best policy ironically for her. vanessa never wanted the approval of people, but what a better way to get it by convincing them that the idea of becoming her friends was initially their main goal? her lies would lead her to manipulation, but its all worth it to her. she also may be materialist, but she certainly can use her brain. she often uses her intelligence and looks to get what she wished. vanessa has never been the type to easily trust someone. she never opens up all the way and she will never tell anyone her secret. she has learned the ones to trust the most are the ones who don’t ask for secrets or the ones who don’t dig around in the past. she doesn't mean to be defensive, especially knowing it conflicts to the persona she wants to give off.

    
    
    

    virtues:

    » strategic. » determined. » cunning. » sardonic. » intelligent.

    
    
    

    vices:

    » arrogant. » dishonest. » manipulative. » defensive. » nonchalant.

    
    
    

    strengths:

    deceitful, vanessa enjoys playing a part if it means fooling someone to get the upper hand. as a small girl, vanessa knows fairly well how to climb. her father made sure she was one with nature as a paid homage to her mother. although useless to use nowadays, it has helped vanessa to caught a few rumors that lingered around — completely hidden and oblivious to people while hiding way up in the trees. another thing that vanessa shares with her mother is that she is very knowledgeable of plants. as a child she always found an interest in plants, didn't surprise her when learning why that was. she understands what is poisonous and what can temporarily harm someone. she also has a long list of flowers that she really enjoys to have underneath her pillow — it is true that it does help one sleep.

    
    
    

    weaknesses:

    physical strength, vanessa isn't one to really fight someone — let alone with her bare hands. although it may be considered a fear, fire is something that vanessa is just in general weak to. she is useless against it, when it comes to her abilities and combat. no one can tell vanessa she is wrong and she accepts help from no one, thinking that everyone is against her or will only use her. this has led to vanessa to be quite obstinate, convinced that the only way she can achieve success is by being on her own. why would she trust someone if she knows she can trust herself?

    
    
    

    fears:

    vanessa takes pride in the fact she is quite brave, but the thought of having fire anywhere near her sends her into shock. the feeling of the heat surrounding, being consumed by the flames — nothing else seems scarier than that.

    
    
    

    theme song:

    DARKSIDE — neoni
    there's parts of me i cannot hide. . .
    i've tried and tried a million times.
  • dorm & grade:

    naturalis mundi. vanessa is a junior.

    
    
    

    godly parent:

    demeter, goddess of the harvest.

    
    
    

    weapon of choice:

    plant vines. vanessa isn't one to get physically, she rather rely on her abilities to get the job done. she could possibly use them as weapons to entangle and attack with vines and roots, and could release toxins from the plant if it is poisonous, and only poisonous. she also can easily have her opponents ensnared in plants by telepathically communicate with her plants vines.

    
    
    

    supernatural abilities:

    » chlorokinesis: is the ability to mentally and/or physically summon, control and manipulate plants and vegetation. she can mentally and physically summon, and control with her abilities to her will. she can grow plants to enormous proportions in nearly any environment, and speed up the process of germination and plant maturity.
    » atmokinesis: otherwise known as weather manipulation. demeter children cannot use this to the extent of zeus' kids; vanessa's mother is not just the goddess of harvest but also the goddess of climate, weather and seasons. demeter's abilities compliment one another to get the vegetation to grow as quickly as they could, she was also known to manipulate the climate on a larger scale such as: creating scorching heat, blizzards, and tornadoes. vanessa recalls one time when the crops near their cabin were dead and how much of a commotion it caused. vanessa remembers feeling the guilt deep within her gut, seeing the frost on the dead vegetation. there was a fight the prior night between her and a few cabin mates. they were talking about how their mother was complimenting them and vanessa accused them of lying — blinded and insecure by the fact her mother is the only one she doesn't talk to. a group slowly formed by the decomposed crops. "winter came early," one of the counselors' remarked — but vanessa knows that they know. just another day feeling like an outcast, but yet, she couldn't help but cherish that little feeling of pride swelling deep inside of her.
    » the limit to vanessa using her chlorokinesis power is that she is a little different from the other demeter children. while she can rapidly accelerate the growth of plants to her will and have flowers bloom at her feet, she wasn't one to summon or manipulate vegetation. she isn't too keen on the idea of wasting her life by solely harvesting for others, she believes that's why her abilities lack there.
    » the limit to vanessa using atmokineses is that she has to really really feel that emotion. it also won't be triggered by every little emotion that vanessa is feeling.

    
    
    

    history:

    before:

    it rained the day vanessa was born. it rained when the satyr showed up to her tenth birthday party. it continued to rain when vanessa walked through the borders of camp half-blood. it stopped when a wreath of wheat appeared above her head that afternoon. claimed by demeter, vanessa moved into the cabin and enjoyed the feeling of fresh grass on her feet. she enjoyed a lot about the cabin, actually. the plant life, the smell of rain and flowers, how it felt like there was a constant breeze sweeping through even with the windows closed.
    
    it didn't take long for her enjoyment to sour. other kids were there to participate in capture the flag, learn ancient greek and swing a sword. the roles of a demeter kid? harvest the crops in the strawberry field and water the plants. vanessa hated things being decided for her.
    
    even worse, demeter kids seemed to always be sitting in a circle in their cabin and share stories back and forth about the conversations they have with their mother. vanessa frowned at the group, sitting aside from the others and on her bunk.
    
    why didn't she speak to me?
    
    

    
    
    then:

    "mom." vanessa says aloud, staring at the ceiling above her bunk. "did you ever use a weapon?"
    
    she was alone, the others were learning ancient greek and she feigned feeling nauseous to stay behind and try this stupid idea of hers. years have passed with not a single word from demeter. why was she so different than everyone else?
    
    "i hate picking the strawberries every week. i hate not learning how to hold a sword. i hate that you don't talk to me."
    
    maybe demeter wasn't even listening. maybe vanessa was a mistake, so unlike the other kids that demeter immediately shunned her from her mind. why talk to a kid that doesn't enjoy the very essence of being a child of a goddess?
    
    the door swings open suddenly, a girl rushing in as a blur. "vanessa! mom told me to grab the basket. do you know where it is? the white one?"
    
    vanessa blinks. aha, you're so funny mom. "over by the window."
    
    was it really just her she never spoke to?

    
    
    now:

    arriving at viridian academy, vanessa didn't care anymore. she had aged out of the silly notion of wanting her mothers attention — to compensate, everyone else's business was now hers. she became a social butterfly, faking her way into a lot of meaningless friendships to feel better about the very distinct lack in her own life.
    
    in all these new friendship groups she found herself in, vanessa had heard through the grapevine about a secret society at the academy. turns out, the order of prometheus also had their sights set on her. a girl without any attachment to her goddess mother? a distinct disliking, in fact? vanessa could cut demeter from her life just as she had hers.
    
    she doesn't want to talk to her anymore, anyway.
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  athena's daughter

  astrid irsay

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  • my

    mother sensed a
    war in her womb,
    and so she raised
    me to fight.
  • name:

    astrid irsay

    
    
    

    nickname:

    just astrid. isn't fond of nicknames

    
    
    

    age:

    22 years

    
    
    

    date of birth:

    12th of september

    
    
    

    zodiac:

    virgo; intelligent, stubborn, reliable.

    
    
    

    gender:

    female. she/her

    
    
    

    sexuality:

    heterosexual

    
    
    

    role:

    child of prometheus

    
    
    

    face claim:

    milly alcock

    
    
    

    body modification:

    minor battle scars. it's one of the smallest things that astrid can cherish.

    
    
    

    height & weight:

    1. 65m (5,4ft) | 112 lbs (51 kg)

    
    
    

    appearance:

    if there is one thing that astrid could wish for is that she looked more like her mother. the common traits in athena's children are that they often have colored blonde hair and blue eyes —yet she was born with platinum colored, silver and fine with a decent length. her eyes are bright and large as well as hazel colored. it's a reason why astrid felt like she didn't belong, like she wasn't really athena's daughter, but that insecurity gave her the pride to prove to other's that she is her daugher.

    
    
    

    sense of style:

    as much astrid would rather wear armor, she is described to wear muted colors along with various shades incorporated into her fashion. once she left the camp, her style was forced to change. now, she has a bit of a tomboyish aesthetic to her — but also very preppy to a degree. now astrid's all about the academic life.
  • personality:

    astrid has always been one of the boys. the most competitive girl on the capture the flag team and the least feminine by far, but it shouldn't come as a surprise to know she has athena's blood in her veins. although athena's children are respected for their bravery and knowledge of combat and war, it never stopped some of the other kids to do a little elementary name calling — astrid takes pride in knowing the name calling stopped bothering her about the same time she learned how to throw a punch. she has never been one to hold back on anything, except maybe her emotions. though she wouldn't admit it, astrid needed someone to care for her. she'd like to think she could do everything herself and she'd try hard to prove it otherwise, but in all honesty she still feels like a naive little girl who can't handle everything. when you tell her no, she'd do yes. she's stubborn and does her own thing rather than listen to anyone's advice. it's something that has never failed astrid before though, listening to her own independence speaking. she may be considerate and somewhat nice but if you get on her nerves she'll gladly put you on the floor. she deeply cannot stand dumb and irritating people, especially the ones that aren't even a little bit self-aware. from far astrid could be seen as quiet and even a little strange, but there is no secret that astrid has a little violent side to her. the girl's a wonder, keeping people on their toes — quick tempered is what her mother would say. the girl never backs down from a fight and can take almost anything, some would say it's almost impossible to break her, but most don't really know astrid.

    
    
    

    virtues:

    » spontaneous. » strong-willed. » loyal. » independent. » competitive.

    
    
    

    vices:

    » stubborn. » quick tempered. » envious. » naive. » passive.

    
    
    

    strengths:

    astrid's tongue is as sharp as her mind; she comes off as a bit nasty and ill hearted upon first contact. that is quite true, though. often creates a barrier between her and the rest of society, the thick wall of insults works quite well in keeping out intruders. she takes pride in the fact she's very calculated in what she does, although it may turn on her one day. when she was a little girl, astrid was often called "little doe" by her father because of how fast she was out in the fields. astrid may be a fighter much later on in life, but when she's running she is flying. she has always loved to learn new things rather it be school related or fighting related. knowledge is something she knew would come in handy if the time ever came, including being among other athena children. although she is willing to learn just about anything, she mostly enjoyed learning about the greek acient greek of her mother, along with other infamous woman such as atemis' and the hunters. astrid also really enjoyed learning about the human body and it's weak points. she has a way of creeping through the shadows to sneak up on her opponents, catching them off guard, etc. she used to opt for stealth rather than brute skill during her training matches, but the more she caught herself watching ares' children training and growing together the more she longed for that hand-to-hand combat. although she is getting there, astrid is happy knowing she is athletic/lithe and how it's to her advantage. reading about her mother and the other gods and goddess, astrid learned she enjoyed hunting. she took all of the tracking and hunting classes available to her on the camp grounds — she knows it isn't something her mother isn't entirely fond of, especially watching her own daughter have an identity crisis, but astrid will learn as she grows to find her footing in life.

    
    
    

    weaknesses:

    astrid rather put all of her upper body strength into wielding weapons than climbing, she sees it as a coward movement instead of taking action face-on. as much as it's self-explanatory, astrid is terrified of the idea of failure, especially if it was caused by her. she just wants to prove people wrong about herself, as well as not letting and tainting her mother's name. astrid has no need to learn the basics of survival. she is the daughter of athena, the goddess of wisdom and military victory — to astrid, that is enough survival skills for her, but to the outside world she's lost. not everything in life involves constant fighting battles where swords are being wielded, and she needs to realize that.

    
    
    

    fears:

    it's simple really — astrid is scared of failure, especially on her behalf.

    
    
    

    trivia facts:

    » was deeply inspired and looks up to artemis' and her hunters.
    » before leaving to go to the camp half-blood astrid was giving a token that resembled an owl to represent her mother. it's a pin that she cherishes deeply that she wears on her wardrobe.

    
    
    

    theme song:

    carry you — ruelle
    you are not alone. . .
    i've been here the whole time singing you a song.
  • dorm & grade:

    bellum et pax. astrid is a sophomore.

    
    
    

    godly parent:

    athena, goddess of wisdom and military victory.

    
    
    

    weapon of choice:

    whisper of silence. astrid's weapon of choice is not a spear or even a sword — but a bow and arrow. a bow with the tips curving away from the archer. the curves straighten out as the bow is drawn and the return of the tip to its curved state after the release of the arrow adds extra velocity to the arrow. normally weapons such as knives are crafted in such fine celestial bronze, but with a few strings, astrid was able to have her own bow crafted with the same material. there is something about a bow resting in astrid's hands — how she can take a position and wait patiently for a target to show, and how incredibly fast she can send it. some would presume this weapon to be a cowardly pick, but to astrid, she found it to be the complete opposite. she remembers the first time she read about hunter's of artemis in her ancient greek classes, enraptured by the history and customs. the sisterhood, the importance they brought to history — astrid couldn't help but be in awe and inspired.

    
    
    

    supernatural abilities:

    like any other athena child you are gifted with divine wisdom; extremely intelligent, wise and knowledgeable traits to them. it causes quite a headache to be honest, your mind constantly buzzing with numerous amount of ideas of possibilities, etc. another thing that was passed on to astrid is her skill in strategies; she can plan long term ideas before acting. there are additional things that astrid wasn't gifted like other common children of athena, but the one thing that she does has is the ability of telumkinesis. astrid has great control over any weapon, much like ares' children — but she knows everything about a weapon when she sees it, while also being able to conjure a weapon in her hands.
    » the limit to telumkinesis is that astrid has to have a history with a weapon before conjuring it into her hands, not just any weapon at the top of her head. the most common ones she can call at will is her bow as well many varieties of swords.

    
    
    

    history:

    before:

    for as long as she could remember, astrid knew she was different from others. she was just a little girl with a single father, a supportive and loving one of that, where they lived on a farm. she was four when she realized she was hearing voices — a woman's voice to be precise, and how peaceful it was to sleep at night hearing said voice. she was five when she was curious about other things regarding tools, especially when she got to watch her father take care of the farm. she just needed to know about everything.
    
    astrid was six when she realized why she was hearing a voice, a voice she later learned was her missing mother. it was then when astrid learned about gods and goddess, who her mother was and why she couldn't see her. it was also when astrid came to conclusion what needed to be done.
    
    "i hear mom talk to me sometimes." it was the first time she ever mentioned her mother to him, how sad his eyes immediately got at the mention of her. "she sings me to sleep, but also she gives me directions to-" a silence fell between them, she didn't have to finish her sentence cause she knows he knew. that sad look about him was back again, it always made things harder for her. she wonders if he misses her too, her mother.
    
    "maybe. . .you should listen to her." is all he said, and astrid wished in hindsight she showed more appreciation to her father at the time.
    
    that night she left. the token of an owl tightly gripped in her hands as she whispered goodbye to her home — the farm and her father. a reassuring voice was the last thing astrid remembered as she followed instructions to the campus.

    
    
    then:

    it's been a couple of years now since astrid has been at camp half-blood, and what an impression she has made.
    
    this week she was excluded from capture the flag. a counselor caught sight of her standing over a kid they believed was defenseless, the kid's hand raised up while she gripped them by the collar of their orange t-shirt, her fist raised above. what they don't know was why she was gonna strike them. "something is seriously wrong with you." the boy said, a child from apollo to be exact. "you're just a wannabe ares', know your place." can you really blame her then, throwing the first punch?
    
    now, she's forced into her cabin, the anger swelling deep inside of her. it's been some time since she felt shame. "i'd rather serve as an ares and ride to battle and glory." she said once out loud, her fingers curled protectively around a large sword — it suddenly felt silly in her hand. "there's a small saying in this cabin," one of the older kids of athena stayed back to watch her, a woman with darker hair. she also didn't share the same common traits of their mom. "unlike ares, mother only ever used her violence as a last resort. keep that in mind." it isn't often where astrid is rendered speechless, it was one of the first time that she ever got humbled about anything, storing that knowledge close to her heart. "besides," astrid started to remember their name was robyn, like the bird. "women could do just as much." and how astrid can't wait to show them.

    
    
    now:

    its been months since astrid was invited into to the society. the transition from camp half-blood to viridian academy was difficult, but nothing a child of athena couldn't handle. her initiation was simple, handleable — but not without its challenges. the society must have seen her mother in astrid, as they continuously gave her missions that would directly go against athena. a show of loyalty. she understood and sucked up her pride long enough to get the job done to rise in the ranks.
    
    now, astrid was tired.
    
    she had been bombarded with endless assignments from the society since the invitation had slipped under her door. her suspicions about the society she found herself engulfed in had only grown after each mission was driving a wedge between her and her mother. the longer she's been under the orders thumb, the more she realised she had no longer been hearing athena at night. the intentions of the order and their mission was clear, obvious. she had willingly signed up to join their agenda — and only because she wanted to know the truth of what was happening at viridian academy.
    
    her objective now was to dissuade as many initiates as she could from joining the order.
    
    
  code by valen t.
  
  

 

[celadon.]

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  nathan

  name

  Nathaniel Leonidas Mannix

  age

  22

  gender

  Male*

  sexuality

  Bisexual

  date of birth
  

  21 June

  role

  Child of Prometheus

  son of storms.

  dorm.

  Naturalis Mundi.
  
  

  grade.

  Junior.
  
  

  godly parent.

  Zeus.
  
  

  weapon of choice.

  Labrys — the two-headed axe. It's half as tall as him if not half as heavy, hard to wield, and very ceremonial in its presentation. Nathan carries it with a sense of nobility and duty. As if he were a knight.
  
  

  supernatural abilities.

  Nathan has aerokinesis, meaning he is able to use wind as weaponry, pushing enemies back or up off the ground with it. He can also lift himself up and give himself an advantage during more hurried battles.
  
  Nathan also has some degree of prophecy. Visions — visions he doesn't really know how to 'read' — come to him every now and again. Most often, these visions come when he has physically touched someone, or thought about someone, and they have something to do with that person. And they always come with a sick feeling in his stomach. He's gone back-and-forth hesitating to try and develop this ability further.
  
  *Nathan uses both he and they pronouns.
  
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  nathan

  ht

  188 centimetres.

  wt

  72 kilograms, maybe.

  hair

  Long black dreads.

  eyes

  Brown, and so dark as to be black.

  build

  While tall and quite thin, Nathan is very engaged with his own physique and does a lot of weapons training. He values flexibility, capability and speed over size.

  mods

  Nathan has his ears pierced and his bottom lip pierced. He also has a tattoo of a number '3' on the inside of his left wrist; he has never explained to anyone what it means.

  scars

  Many, from years of training with very sharp weapons. All over his arms and legs and torso, barely there unless the sun is hitting them. Then they flash. Makes you blink.

  fc

  Kendall Harrison.
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  • virtues & vices

    misc

    virtues

    Trustworthy, adaptable, convincing, clever, self-sufficient, secure in himself.

    vices

    Suspicious, shallow, unfeeling, untalkative, glory-seeking, tough on others.
  • virtues & vices

    misc

    strengths

    
    Nathan is very observant of people and situations, always thinking five moments ahead; he can retain a lot of information and recall it accurately; his decision-making mode is long-term, never short-term; he can take any challenge and transform it into an opportunity to extend the reach of his skills.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    Nathan is hopelessly distant from his own emotions and those of others; he will never admit to not getting something; he rebels against any suggestion that he should change or rethink his approach to things, or anything in himself, really; he doesn't understand superior or self-worthy people, while being superior and self-worthy himself.
    
    

    fears

    
    Not being acknowledged or taken properly seriously; trespassing against the oaths he's taken; trespassing against the gods; being wrongly accused of something big.
    

  personality

  If Nathan would have you believe anything at all about him, it would be that he knows what it is to serve that which is beyond yourself. Without pride or ambition intervening. Every secret society needs people like Nathan to be effective: those rugged, loyal few, those who do not care much for words, who feel no urgency that their voice should be heard. Those who carry out their charge without ever asking to know what it is not their duty to know.
  
  That is not to say Nathan impresses nothing upon other people. There are surely not many quite like him. He is so dry, never gets excited, does not give in to nerves, and yet his features are always painted with something... conspiratorial? He is someone you meet in the dark. He is someone you want to know things about.
  
  Silence is of high value to Nathan, as mentioned before, and he surrounds himself with it. You hear him speak only under other people, the things he says short, without intonation. Yet in his eyes you can make out a look of dominance, wilfulness. He would never say it aloud but he thinks that he knows more, and is better at many more things, than a lot of people around him (even when is doesn't, is not) and you can tell. He is intelligent, a very good listener, and boasts many insights that he keeps largely to himself. He is never unprepared, though he is maybe too intense to be that good at lying.
  
  You can also tell that he is very very angry, beneath things. He knows he is, he doesn't try to hide it, and he thinks he knows where it comes from but he doesn't really. He is sort of sickly satisfied with himself for pushing it down, for never telling anybody, for never reacting to what hurts him or trying to know himself better. He has never been close to someone without wanting something from them. He mistakes weakness for self-control. He sees himself as very honourable and down-to-earth; he isn't. He is self-righteous and demanding with an ego that bleeds easily.
  
  He does not allow himself to be comforted under the assumption that he actually wants it; he seeks it in different ways, under different names. If he liked you too much, was too fond of you, he would other you and you would see less and less of him.
  
  He doesn't want to be looked up to, or known, or loved. Just a soldier. A mild face in a random place.
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  births

  Nathan was born in Belgium to Zeus and Silvia Mannix, an American studying in the United Kingdom. A tourist and a tourist share a few drinks and so on, you get it.
  
  She was fine. She did about as well as she could have. There were things she was never going to notice. She was too young. She had too many things still to do. Some hell yet left to raise. He doesn't blame her. He stayed with his grandfather a little, then a lot, then mostly. He was liked the ordinary amount by his peers, by his family. He was special to no one.
  
  Nathan forgets the year ahead of and the year after his journey to Camp Half-Blood. All he knows is what he felt at the time. Which was several things. Confused, lost, thankful, et cetera. He stopped laughing. If he ever did before.
  

  transition

  Eventually someone gave him a blade and he started to practice and fight and search for someone to be. Ideas to guide him through. A kid walking by himself in the moonlight. Always by himself. When the sky turned dark at midday he would be in the field alone, watching the hairs on his arms stand up in the breeze. Waiting for the fear to come and nothing.
  
  That was what he learned: the gods were nothing. The gods were chirping birds and irksome cicadas. The world was small and so were they.
  
  He got older and became respected for his skills and other things. There were a few people then who, if you asked them now, would say that he was their friend. If you asked Nathan the same, he would say he didn't have friends then.

  initiation

  And furthermore he would tell you that his "work" now is too important for friends.
  
  At the end of his time at Camp Half-Blood, Nathan hadn't yet found it. The thing. The thing that would guide him. So as he moved on to Viridian, he took a breath and he held it. For the first few weeks he held it. And then:
  
  Nathan felt the letter slip through his dormitory door before he knew it was there. And he exhaled.
  
  He had waited. And in return, the world (very justly) gave him a fire around which to warm his patience.
  
  He came back from his initiation like nothing had happened, having gone above everyone's expectations. After, he went up to his room and started sweating all over. Abuzz. Ecstatic with his love for the gods, which was none, finally. Mission success. He had won. They had won. He could sleep now. They were going to win and that did not bother him.
  
  It did not bother him.
  
  He says it like a prayer: he is their best agent and it does not bother him.

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  rahel

  name

  Rahel Donatien Ferrara

  age

  21

  gender

  Nonbinary*

  sexuality

  Bisexual

  date of birth
  

  13 May

  role

  Aegis

  child of sun.

  dorm.

  Artem.
  
  

  grade.

  Junior.
  
  

  godly parent.

  Apollo.
  
  

  weapon of choice.

  Forgoing what would be the most conventional choice for a child of Apollo — a bow and arrow — Rahel has adopted a quarterstaff, tipped with silver at one end, as her preferred weapon.
  
  

  supernatural abilities.

  Firstly, Rahel is photokinetic, meaning he can shape sunlight for his own uses — turn it into a throwable spear, distract or blind enemies, shield herself or others against enemy attack with it, and so on.
  
  Rahel's secondary power is more unusual. In using her inspiration ability, Rahel can choose someone to receive an answer, or an image, or an idea; while demigods can tell what has happened and who is responsible, these ideas occur to humans and creatures as if they were their own. He cannot make someone behave differently, but she may change their mind if there's something she knows and they do not.
  
  *Rahel is dual-gendered, using both she and he pronouns.
  
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  180 centimetres.

  wt

  Around 58 kilograms.

  hair

  Closely cropped. Once light brown, Rahel has bleached it and dyes it a new colour every so often. At present, it's orange.

  eyes

  Very blue. Determined.

  build

  Thin and kind of... slight? He doesn't have a 'tough' factor but he makes up for it in endurance (he's inexhaustible) and the poise with which she moves her body. Even when he's resting, you won't ever catch her off-guard.

  mods

  Rahel has both lobes pierced, two helix piercings in his left ear, and a small septum piercing.

  scars

  Really not many. There's one on her right elbow and one on her back that are more notable.

  fc

  Ruth Bell.
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  • virtues & vices

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    virtues

    Outspoken, knowledgable, generous, capable, attentive, intrigued.

    vices

    Elitist, shifty, untrusting, gossipy, insecure, rigid, overserious, teacherly.
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    strengths

    
    Rahel's mind holds the contents of multiple encyclopaedias, and she can retrieve any of it at great speed; she does not let anything or anyone pressure her; he can withstand going without what he needs for a very long time; he will never give up on something unless he is needed more somewhere else.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    Rahel must be proven right at every turn, and he will work against his own long-term goals to achieve this; what he knows makes him feel bolder and act with more immediacy than she ought to; she is often so far inside her head that she does not really respond to what is happening around him; there are times he can think too starkly in terms of good or bad, especially about himself.
    
    

    fears

    
    Failing others; embarrassing herself; that she offers the world only facts about dead and distant things, nothing of substance; that he is too precious and will very easily break at any time.
    

  personality

  Rahel is brilliant. That's all there is to it; she is just much smarter — or, at least, smarter in more ways at once — than most people.
  
  He has no real need for egoism, and all the issues involved therein, and yet he has never been all that humble about himself either. He's candid. He knows what she is, what he's good at, what he can contribute, and will let you know about it if you don't already. She's self-educated in seven languages and counting. Every book you impress yourself with having read once, he's read it through at least twice.
  
  He's usually the one to solve the crises within the Order that no-one else wants to handle. She does not like people who waste time, bitter people, or those who cannot accept when something is futile. She loves to talk and hold people's attention. He makes people laugh, only half-smiling when he does so. He's somewhat fun to be around socially and that has much to do with the fact that he almost really should not be. Pompous? For sure, but not enough to make him extra. Judgmental? For sure, but not enough to make him intractable.
  
  Rahel is self-aware and self-analyzing to a fault, being always in some new fight between who she once was, who he's going to be, and why. Diagnosing people is his favourite game; he's usually the one on the couch at the Order party with the drink that's mostly ice, waiting to mop up all the nasty little secrets off the floor. Mostly because it's useful, but also so he can compare herself to them, feel better about her worst qualities.
  
  Asking for what she wants is easy for her now, though it wasn't always. She feels a great deal about everything, though he plays it close; it would be a sign of trust that he would ever act out those feelings in front of you. He's not 'brave' enough to state it aloud — and when would it ever be the right time to do so? — but she really wants love and friends, has no idea if she has any, has no idea if anybody likes her at all or how much.
  
  Rahel, more than anything, needs to know things. About people, about everything; his mind is a library, and if it weren't, what use would he be?
  
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  births

  Twenty-one years ago, in Geneva, Switzerland, a professor of linguistics met a man on the shores of the Lake, and that man was a light. In him she found her fifth and final lover of a very dry and unexciting life; from him she was given her first and only child at the age of forty-seven.
  
  He left, and the professor weaned her child on parchments and stories of history. She taught her child to admire the elegance of good prose and mathematics. She gave that child the love she'd always held onto, that had gone unused, that'd long sat still and cobwebbed inside her.
  
  When her child was six years old, she died — car accident — and left the child all alone, dispossessed. No family.
  

  transition

  Fifteen years ago, a man and wife in the British theatre heard the news that their old friend in Geneva had died, leaving a young child behind. They went and adopted the child as soon as they could, of course. They'd always wanted to do that. Parent.
  
  His new parents split their time across the ocean, between London and New York, so Rahel was given both a public British and a private American education, at different times. Not that it was even needed. Rahel was determined, with great and utter zeal if not abandon, to study all for himself. He sat in the halls of British and American libraries, trying to take up as little space as possible, and read. Everything. For a year and nine months after being adopted he didn't really talk, didn't try for American customs, just read.
  
  The later part of Rahel's childhood was strange and lonely and theoretical. His new parents gave her what they could, but she wasn't ready to belong again. For a few years, she thought she never would be. That this would be it. Infuriating her classmates and friends and reading books.
  
  At thirteen Rahel begun to see light. It would dress the unpainted walls of her room sometimes. Sometimes there were patterns in it, recurrences, meanings. At fourteen he went to New York for what promised to be the next few years and the light shone so that he could not even see. His parents took him to the hospital.
  
  Eventually Rahel saw the cipher, and with it, the solution. A week before her fifteenth birthday, she left without saying anything. What could she really say?
  
  She travelled according to the light. On buses, along highways, and then through the forest, thick and ungiving. It rained some.
  
  There was a monster. It got him, but it didn't finish the job; a counsellor from Artemis' cabin slew it. That was his first day.

  initiation

  Rahel learned to strike back. She learned to keep secrets. He learned about her duality, his identity, and about the special sciences of being a demigod. He'd known the words of the myths, the horror and the beauty and the speculation, but now — they were real phenomena. She was real phenomena.
  
  And she had a father. The absent light across the wall.
  
  And siblings. None of whom favored her all that much.
  
  Over time that stopped being a sword in his heart and he did very, very well. He moved into adulthood and on to Viridian, relating less to and becoming less sentimental about the old gods. All that power, and yet they rejected all that they rejected. All that power and all that selfishness, that stubbornness, that joylessness. When the Order came for her, Rahel did not have to think much.
  
  The initiation was a problem she had long held the answer to. It was nothing.
  
  After some time, the Order noticed her efforts and her exactness and they brought her upward. Again, it was going to be nothing. Something he already was. Something he already knew how to do. And of course he expected the questions. The questions and doubts he'd rather stay away from.
  
  But it would be fine. To be alone in doubtlessness. How perfect. Right? It would work. She'd been alone before.
  
  

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