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Fion Atreus

"This is serious. ....pfht. HAAHahaahaa!"

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a character in “The Olympian Academy”, originally authored by Stilts, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Fion Atreus

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"Keep your swords up! MOVE! I want to see you kids sweating harder than that lard Dionysus dragging his Fat Ass up Olympus! BAHAHaha!"



The Basics

Full Name: Fion Atreus
Age: 26
Birthdate: Nov. 1, 1986
Gender: Male.
Godly Parent: Zeus.



Favorites

Color:Image
Blues. Any type of blue. And whatever it is you call the sky's hue just before the sun sets.

Food:

As much as possible.

Drink:
Ouzo! Ahah!!
Alcohol makes everything better.

Music:

You might not have thunk it because he seems like such a doofus most of the time, but Fion's rather well-versed in music. Not as obsessed as perhaps Apollo children with lyrical genius, but he does enjoy exploring song, and as always he's open to new experiences. To him, music is emotion woven into sound. It can comfort you, make you weep, or build a fire in your gut. Music is powerful, and to dismiss power would be idiotic... "Bro."
Sky, Never Look Back, Round and Round, People



Personality:

One of the more "relaxed" teachers; loud, crass, rough n tumble, and oftentimes rude, Fion likes to disregard the standard teacher-over-student hierarchical teaching format. To him, his student's education is of the utmost importance, sure, but education doesn't have to be boring. He's got a friendly approach to teaching- treating his pupils more like younger siblings rather than keeping them at a respectable arm's length. This explains why he can often be caught walking around the Academy surrounded by kids trying to climb onto his shoulders, or rolling around on the lawn with a student in a friendly wrestling match. After all, it's hard to keep up formalities when you're training someone how not to die. Fion may mess around a lot with his students, but by no means does he think his class is a simple roll in the dirt. A laid-back approach does not imply that he's going to go easy on your ass. If you believe it does, then your either new or a dumbass. He throws all convention out the window. "To learn how to survive- how to win, one must learn how to adapt." In order to instill this flexibility in his students, classes are rarely anything someone can prepare for.

Another thing: Fion loves food. Lots of food. Preferably good tasting, but he doesn't really give a shit. If you're smart, it's a way to get on his good side. However, be careful. He knows the difference between harmless sucking up, and manipulation- he doesn't take too well to the children of Hades' and their "tactics". The teacher has an uncanny ability to cut right through the fluff and see things as they really are. Being a 200-something pound tank does not help your odds of surviving his "wrath".

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Best just not to try to pull the wool over his eyes; he's got beef with deceit ingrained in him, and his hatred for it runs deep. Fion's probably one of the hardest guys to piss off, but he absolutely hates being manipulated or deceived. Something to do with his past.

Regardless, he connects closely to people in general, and is always the first one to leave during the ceremonies for fallen demigods; preferring to mourn in solitude when things go awry. The news hits him hard; he beats himself up over every loss, because those were the kids he was responsible for training. However, Fion would never give up his job. Someone's got to teach these punks how to beat the crap out of each other effectively, and he sure as hades is going to see them through.



Similarites to Their Godly Parent:

Like his father, Fion fits right into the role of the loud, boisterous, rough older brother. He inherited his father's deep hearty laugh and large burly frame- as well as the God's thick-headed stubbornness, mischievous streak, and belief that he can achieve anything he sets his mind to regardless of the odds. Not the greatest with acting responsibly, Fion nonetheless has good intentions (most of the time).


History

Fion spent all of his early adolescent life with his aunt. The Bitch.
Mean, nasty, cruel... The woman stank like pickles and ripe piss.
He was separated from his mother at birth- her being deemed too "mentally distraught" to raise him. Instead, his aunt took him in, raising him alongside her children. Fed up with being treated like shit, and told he was the Bastard child who "didn't belong", that his mother was a whore who soiled the family name, Fion walked out at the age of 14.

He searched for his mother and found her- committed at a halfway home in the next town over. Sneaking in as a youth comfort provider, Fion stole a few precious moments with his mother. The mother he had never met. She told him everything about his father; how he had left before he was born, and the way in which she had tried to explain who Fion's father was when the child had come. They hadn't believed her. They hadn't believed the crazy woman's frantic admissions that her son would be hunted by monsters. Her own sister deemed it unsafe for the child to stay, and put his mother Gloria onto "medical treatment"; shutting her away in a mental home and refusing to take her son to see her.

It ripped Fion apart. Learning all of this, all at once, his mother squeezing the circulation from his hand as they both tried to memorize each other's faces. Stranger's faces. The doctors finding him, the agony of being ripped away from her yet again. His fury. Fion fought them off- blasting his way out of the institution and running. Just running. He kept running until, on accident, he happened across students of the Academy.

Fion completed his education there, but never forgot his mother. Accepting a final mission as an final exam he completed it- surpassing expectations. The only reason being, now he was free to return "home" to his mother.
Luckily, she was still alive. A little grayer, a little thinner, but so very very alive. He took her. Walked right out the side of the building with the little woman hoisted in his arms- again blasting his way out.
Working part-time, he cared for her in a little one-room apartment in the town closest to the hidden Academy. No longer subject to stark white washed walls and pills and scratchy blankets, she thrived. Fion was content. Then the monsters started showing up. At first it wasn't too bad, but being a son of Zeus his attraction of them was strong. After three years he knew he couldn't stay any longer.

Fion took the job the academy offered him at 21, training students in P.T. He's been teaching there for 5 years. Fion thinks of them kindly, after all, it is a place for lost children like himself.


First Memory:

Fion doesn't remember his father. He doesn't like him either, due to the fact Zeus let his mother suffer for most of her time locked away. The old man swears that he visited her sporadically, but Fion's attitude towards him is still frosty at best. He harbors a suspicion that Zeus abandoned his mother to her fate out of spite for her trying to reveal the god's actions.
Zeus provided him with a sword before his graduation ceremony- it hangs on his wall in his room.


Relationship with Mortal Parent:

Fion loves his mother. He'd do anything for her. Understandably, she's a little damaged from the trauma of her son being ripped from her and stuck away from society, so he tries to visit her whenever he gets time off. Like a little bird who lost it's ability to fly- He's all she has, and he knows that. Without his financial and emotional support, she wouldn't be able to survive alone.





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So begins...

Fion Atreus's Story

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Fion Atreus


Something rustled in the leaves on the far end of the campus.
The edge of the forest was still and quiet, just beginning to waken. The tops of the pines were touched by the growing warmth of the rising sun. Creatures of the woods awoke with the lightening sky.. Singing their sweet morning tun-- "AHHGAH!!!"
…The birds shut their beaks and flew away.


Fion's blond head burst out of the shrubbery; the young doe that had been rusting the leaves of a nearby blackberry vine scampered away in dread. The man didn't acknowledge it; his eyes were screwed shut as he tried, unsuccessfully, to rub the soot from his face at the same time hacking the foliage in front of him blindly with a giant broadsword. Only when the heavy metal swung freely did he pause and open his eyes. Fion smiled widely, quite satisfied with himself, before his face twisted. "--AHHHGAAH!..." More frantic flapping of feathery wings. Fion wiped his nose in annoyance. Stupid dragons with their stupid flame-throwing, soot-coughing stupid maws. Stabbing his sword into the soft loam, he shrugged off his traveling gear, the shield on his back, and his heavy coat. "Stupid." Fion growled, looking down at the bag attached to his belt. Stupid, but necessary. The fastest way to the Academy was through the forest, for a Demigod. His mother's place was just past the forest's edge on it's far side. It was about half a day's hike to the Academy, but to skirt the whole fat birth of it in a car would have taken far too long, and he was already running late. That was… to set up the training field for the first day of classes. Not acceptable, especially not on his first day of school. That accident last year with the first-years and the Harpies still came back to bite him in the backside at teacher's meetings. He'd been told, or rather warned, to "ease them into it," and so with a grumble, Fion gathered his things and strode quickly towards the teacher's accommodations. "AH- AAPHHGAAHhhhppp…. gruuuddammet.." Before anything else, he needed to get this damn soot off.


Fion dropped his things in relief on the floor of his bedroom- the young dragon's head rolling out of the loose burlap bag. In his defense, he hadn't wanted to kill it. Worms were beneficial- eating the rotting corpses within the forest and usually staying well within the depths of their leafy sanctuary… But young worms weren't the smartest of monsters. He'd almost stepped atop it's hole- Smack in the middle of his usual trail. Story short- the thing had tried to BBQ him. The Demigod hadn't been too happy with that. Now it's stupid head was going to be made into a mantelpiece for his mother. Cranking the pipes on and jumping in beneath the luke-warm water, Fion scrubbed himself clean as he huffed and hopped in the chill air. uufff… Why does the water here take so long to heat?! FFff!

Fluffing freshly-washed hair, he mussed the blond strands absentmindedly- subsequently making them stick out in a rather chaotic disarray all over his head. Dressing quickly in jeans and a shirt, as they weren't going to be doing anything too dangerous today, Fion grabbed his jacket and jogged out into the crisp morning air. He might have been up most of the night hiking, but he was by his nature a morning person.


Skidding into the kitchens located under the main hall, Fion flashed a smile at the cook who handed him the usual catering bag and thermos. "Fion, what a surprise!… You're clean." The sarcastic plump lady glanced at the clock on the wall. "And late on your first day back… Why? What happened?" "Nothing serious, I just arrived a few minutes ago is all. Thanks Betty!" Not waiting to hear what she called after him, Fion rushed out. Up the stone stairs of the Academy towards the classrooms, heavy boots clumped down the halls, blue eyes peering keenly into each classroom he passed. This was strange. Usually the halls were busting with children and their Demi-god hormones. Huh. Perhaps they were still sleeping. Slipping out the large baguette from his bag none too discreetly, Fion took a bite and munched away, pondering the upcoming year. His long, loping strides took him to the main hall, and subsequently, to the office. With a jovial smile to the scowling office clerk, Fion pushed open the door and maneuvered awkwardly into the office, dropping his bag heavily in the middle of the clerk's large desk.

The large teacher turned to the copier, staring at it, shifting papers around, and pressed a few buttons, before turning back to the woman behind the desk as if just realizing he was being rude, giving a little cheery wave with his bread, "Goodmorn!" The copier hummed, and Fion smiled, missing the annoyed hum of the office clerk as he went about making fliers. He'd post these all over the school, hopefully the students wouldn't get lost this year.

Pleased, and with an arm full of fliers, Fion clomped back out of the office, sticking one onto the bulletin board right outside of the commons.


Welcome new students and returnees!

Students of classes 1, 2, and 3, meet today at the practice field at 13:55 sharp for Battle Strategy.

Do not forget your athletic shoes.

Protective clothing is advised. Long pants. Attire you can rip and soil.

Remember Returnees, if you don't pay caution to the rules, you will get hurt.

Looking forward to meeting the lot of you!

Mr. Atreus.



Nodding with satisfaction, and ripping another piece out of his bread, Fion strode off for the western side of campus.