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Marisole Nadeau

"A little spitfire with a heart of gold"

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a character in “Land of Gods and Monsters”, originally authored by geminiblues, as played by RolePlayGateway

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MARISOLE NADEAU

DAUGHTER OF DEMETER


"She breathes the lilies and daises awake, and the sun xxalight."

















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FULL NAME:
Marisole Jean Nadeau

NICKNAME:
Everyone always calls her MJ, but Mari is also a favorite.

AGE:
17

HOMETOWN:
Ontario, Canada

GODLY PARENT:
Demeter

GENDER:
cisgender female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
pansexual & panromantic

ETHNICITY:
Canadian

DOB:
April 1st

HEX CODE
Dialouge ; #5ac15c
Thought ; #367337



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HEIGHT:
5' 5''

WEIGHT:
112lbs

APPEARANCE:
Marisole is quite small in stature, and is the least bit intimidating when you first meet her. Her skin is quite pale, but often gets tanner in the summer when she gardens constantly. From her constant activity in the sun, she has a multitude of freckles dotting her face, that is defined by soft features and a round face. However, her softness is completely contrasted by her piercing light blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears that almost give off an elfish look. (she hates them) In addition her hair is a dark brown color, that naturally falls in wispy waves. To keep it out of the way she normally braids it or pins it back away from her face. Her style is that of a hippie, overalls, pastel colors, and she's nearly always covered in dirt from her day-to-day gardening. In all, Marisole is beautiful but in a strange way. You have to look for it to really appreciate it.





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KIND-HEARTED ❖ SASSY ❖ PASSIONATE
STUBBORN ❖ CONSIDERATE ❖  WITTY


PERSONALITY

Marisole is the definition of underestimation. Her small stature and elfish features, do play some part in her personality, but underneath she is a little spitfire. She is daring, bold, passionate, but shy, timid, and humble. Complete polar opposites make up her persona. She has always been a bit quirky, but deep down is a gentle soul. Marisole yearned for adventure as a child and that curious nature still holds a small bit of her heart. She is very goal-oriented and when she knows what she want, she wont let anyone stop her from achieving her goal. Whether that be through subtle charm, or cutthroat competition. As a child of Demeter, her persona can be entirely misleading but she thrives in that aspect. Even though she has qualities of a hot-head, she truly has a mothering way of approaching things. She will always be there to comfort others in their time of need which makes her especially good at being the Support. While she dislikes the fact that most think of her siblings as the 'pacifists' she still won't give up the kindness that is in her heart. However, if anyone is being an ass, she'd gladly hog tie them up with vines and leave them there overnight.

Marisole has never been approached romantically ever, and she likes to think that they're just intimidated by her spunky personality. While she is a social butterfly, you can catch her calmly singing to herself while planting in her various gardens, she has several. Negativity has always had a strange affect on Marisole as well. It's almost as if bad attitudes pollute her strong character.

BIOGRAPHY

Marisole was born to a large family of seven, and was the product of an affair that her father had with the goddess Demeter. The father had no idea that his one night stand would lead to a baby in a woven basket on their front door step. She was wrapped in a handspun, cotton blanket with a small note that read, "Marisole Jean". Fortunately for her, her real mother gladly scooped her up and took care of her like she was her own. Her family quickly began to realize that Marisole was different from the rest quite early on when she sprouted an apple tree out of the ground in a matter of seconds. At first her parents were afraid, but they came to understand that it was a part of their daughter. Her mother's job as a nurse quickly rubbed of on Marisole as she began to learn the different types of natural remedies and core plants that went into most modern day medicines. With her mother's help she became a great healer.

When Marisole was thirteen she saw her real mother for the first time. Demeter visited her family on a warm summer evening, and she was entirely graceful and truly a regal being. She informed her parents of Marisole's lineage, and offered her a future at the academy. Marisole was hesitant to leave her family, but they insisted that they were very proud of her and knew this was a step in the right direction for her. Finally, she reluctantly agreed to go and doesn't regret it one bit.




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QUIRKS
      She often crinkles her nose when she doesn't like something, or is unappeased. She also snorts when she laughs and it is quite possibly the most unattractive thing. Again another thing she hates. Oddly, Marisole is also ambidextrous.

LIKES
      Marisole loves to garden, and she keeps her own little greenhouses on the academy campus. She also enjoys traveling and backpacking in her free time. She loves to gorge on French Fries even though she knows how terrible they are for your system. She also loves the rain, and cannot resist running around in it or getting the Poseidon and Zeus kids to team up and give her, her own little shower. On a nice day, she loves taking a stroll through the Academy. Whenever she is invited to an event or party, she never refuses. The music, food, and atmosphere is an experience altogether for her and she loves it.

DISLIKES
      Marisole hates cold temperatures, and snow in general. She also only wears shoes when she has to and hates the feeling of shoes, she'd rather go barefoot her entire life. As a total eco-centric hipster she also hates littering and pollution. She has never been too much of a sweet-toothed person and would prefer maybe salted pretzels instead.




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GRADE:
11th // Junior

TEAM ROLE:
Supportive

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Marisole's relationship with Demeter is neither good nor bad, more of a neutral standing. Marisole would never consider Demeter her true mother, and instead holds her 'adoptive' mother closer to her heart. Demeter has seemed to understand this and leaves Marisole to herself.

HOBBIES:
Gardening - Drinking Lemonade - Swimming - Horseback riding - Dancing - Making bracelets and various jewelry

AMBITIONS:
Marisole joined Agon to prove that you shouldn't underestimate anyone. She also wants to destroy the pacifists and altruistic stigma of the Demeter children, and show that they are just as capable.

FEARS:
Not being able to accomplish her goals, is quite possibly her biggest fear. She cringes at the thought of being all talk and no walk. That's not who she is.

STRENGTHS
Marisole's chlorokinesis has been proven to be quite strong as she has ensnared and pricked countless students when she's in a fight. She has also been proven to be a great healer and nurse on the battlefield.

WEAKNESSES
Marisole has no real combative abilities, while she can shoot thorns and trap enemies it's nothing compared to some of the powers of the other campers. She is quite defenseless.




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REPUTATION:

MJ is known as the sweet-hearted spitfire. She is quite popular among the other students for her infectious and sassy attitude, and her beautiful flower arrangements. Most boys and girls don't tease or flirt with her afraid of getting a thorn to the face, but the daring few still try to make the flower girl quite prickly.




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FACE CLAIM
Amelia Zadro

USERNAME
geminiblues


So begins...

Marisole Nadeau's Story

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Character Portrait: Joaquin Wolf Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Jace Holmes Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Blake Taylor Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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Godly Parent: Ares || Dialogue: #3D5726

Lights were flashing everywhere, fireworks were exploding in the background, and some naked dude just ran across the field. This party is fucking awesome.

Ace loved parties, they provided him with entertainment and relieved him of his boredom for a time. So at the moment, Ace was feeling pretty good. He wasn't dressed as wildly as some of the other students at Legacy academy as he preferred comfort over fashion, but he did have bright neon green paint designs on his white v-neck. However, no one would be painting his face tonight, unless of course they wanted a few broken teeth. As the beer began to make Ace feel antsy, he actually wished someone would do it just so he would have an excuse to start a fight. Ace watched as a son of Hermes rolled on the ground in pain, holding his nose, and realized his sister had beat him to it. He laughed to himself as the crowd scrambled to get out of her way as she walked over to some girl that he didn't recognize. Ace wasn't exactly friends with Abby, but he had to admit that she was a badass.

Already bored again, Ace scanned the room for his buddy Jace. They had set up a prank for a couple of freshman earlier and Ace knew that Jace would be up for any of his wild ideas. He spotted him storming off through the crowd, and leaving a very pissed looking Blake behind. Well, hanging out with Jace tonight is out of the question then. Ace sighed and slid out of his chair. Looks like he's going to have to go find entertainment for himself.

Sitting far away from the sound system was Joaquin, the leader of Ace's Agon team. He was blending in so well with the crowd that Ace barely even saw him. Personally, Ace thought the guy was pretty boring, but he was smart as hell so he made for a pretty good leader he supposed. He definitely wasn't someone Ace wanted to have a conversation with though. Ace was searching for a different teammate, little miss short and sassy. He was looking forward to bantering with Mj, but he was disappointed when he couldn't find her among all the people.

Ace was just about to start purposely pissing people off when a flash of light caught his attention. A light up coconut bra, how fun. His stare slowly went up from the girl's chest to her face and Ace was pleased to find that the girl was Maya. She was one of the few people that put up with his sporadic personality and they had formed a friendship of some sort despite their many differences. He rushed towards the tiki bar she was at and slid right in front of her. Flashing her a mischievous smile that showed off his dimples, Ace leaned towards her so she would be able to hear him over the music. "Nice bra."

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Character Portrait: Joaquin Wolf Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ellis Buckley Character Portrait: Ayano Mori Character Portrait: Jace Holmes Character Portrait: Benjamin Hughes Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson Character Portrait: Blake Taylor Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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hex ; #5ac15c

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Mari loved parties. Especially demigod parties. You could count on all of the talents, all mashed together to create a damn good jam. She found herself comfortable within the writhing mass of sweaty kids, probably doing the things their parent's have nightmares about. Even with her small stature it's not hard to notice the wild child of Demeter bopping along amiss the crowd. From her elegant, yet risqué dancing to the flowers that bloomed at her feet with every step she took. She couldn't help it, her control almost gets lost when she dances. It's certainly a strange sight. She couldn't count the mass of boys and girls that found themselves promptly trying to butt their way into her jam session, least to say none of them were successful. Most of them made it out with an eye roll but other's weren't so lucky.

After a while of dancing she couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Normally she was surrounded by her friends, but Mari had gotten to the party quite early, and hadn't seen anyone she knew fairly well yet. The task of leaving the dance circle is a lot harder than it looks, but it wasn't too much of a problem for her. "Excuse me! Fuck out of my way please, thank you" She got a few annoyed glances here and there but there wasn't anything more relieving than escaping the circle.

Her eyes scanned the crowd of demigods some of them she knew. She saw Jace and Blake arguing, Quin near the edge by Ellis, and finally her eyes landed on a dazed Ryan holding two drinks standing next to the notorious, Abby Jarvis. She weaved her way over to Ryan snatching one of the drinks out of his hand and downing it in a matter of seconds. "Thank you, it's hot as hell in that dance circle" she commented placing the empty cup back in his hands and giving him an impish smile. It didn't take much inference from the second drink and disappointed look in his eyes to know what happened. "It's always 'the one that got away' from you isn't it, Ryan you really got to step up your fucking game". She gave him a glance over and raised a curt eyebrow, "Need a wing man?





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Ben hated parties. Especially demigod parties. He would even be here if it hadn't been for Aya begging him to attend. Not only was he completely awkward around people in general, but parties were practically hell. He'd rather die in Agon than be in this gods-forsaken hole of intoxicated and horny demigods. Thankfully, it didn't take long to escape his half-sister's clutches when she became distracted in the entertainment, and he soon found himself near the edge of the chaos. Unfortunately, there were still a few party goers scattered around, the majority of them students making out in the darker corners. He tapped his finger nervously against his thigh in an attempt to calm his nerves, which were going a mile a minute. He hadn't been to a party in, well never.

His eyes scanned the vast field of demigods seeing a couple he knew but, being sociable wasn't exactly his favorite thing. His best bet was to escape entirely but Aya would've been unbelievably pissed at him which is something he did not want to see. After minutes of wandering around he happened upon, a bench, vacant bench. Thank you Hecate. Ben wasn't entirely sure if the blessing had been his mothers, but better safe than sorry.

To pass the time he aimlessly tapped his fingers on the bench, watching the demigods have fun. It wasn't that he was disgusted at the 'idea' of fun, rather that his definition meant writing or being by himself. However, he would do anything to make his sister happy, which involved brainstorming some miraculous story of his 'great night' at the party when she eventually found him. She'd definitely see right through his façade but maybe his attempt at trying would be good enough for her.

His mind eventually wandered toward thoughts of Agon. Tomorrow. He had no idea how he landed himself on a team, but he wouldn't question it. This was the one thing that he actually felt, well okay about. Of course there were the definitive ideas of 'certain death' but the idea of Agon seemed enticing to Ben.

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Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Amelie Clark Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Leland Shepard Character Portrait: Greer Savage Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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Intimate moments are delicate things, hard to maintain and easily broken with the wrong kind of pressure. That was doubly true when one of the participants in question was emotionally handicapped. Not that Apollo minded or anything; that was just part of Lee’s charm, but it was difficult sometimes when it always felt like he was pulling away.

“Do you think they’re ready?” It was a question asked out of love, not lack of confidence, but even Lee could pick up the note of anxiety that lay within. The god of light, and music, and bedroom eyes was also a father, and a pretty damn good one as far as the gods went. Lee had lost friends, peers, and students to the Agon, but Apollo had lost children. Perhaps Lee wasn’t the only one in need of comfort tonight. His grip on the god’s hand tightened just a fraction, his thumb tracing circles along his skin as Lee watched Apollo flash a smile at someone from across the field.

“No one’s ever ready.” Lee admitted with another drag from the bottle. “But they’re strong, and they picked their friends wisely.” Sometimes that’s all anyone could rely on. Apollo has two daughters in the fray this year, and Lee knew both of them well. Lux was far more combatively competent than her sister, but Maya was no one to underestimate either. It also helped that they’d both been smart enough to align themselves onto some of the stronger looking teams this year. Lee couldn’t make promises they’d survive this, but he felt the odds were in their favor.

“Why do you go along with it?” Lee asked impulsively. It was something he’d never understood about the god who seemed content to masquerade as a human and steered clear of the politics in Olympia. Why support the Agon, the source of so much heartache for both of them, if he didn’t involve himself in the power plays that was its primary function.

“What’s the alternative, open war?” Apollo ran a hand through golden locks, the exhaustion of his tone suggesting he’d agonized over the issue quite a bit. “I’ve seen what that looks like, the death that sows. At least now they have a choice…some semblance of a childhood.” He seemed less convinced by the last part, but Lee didn’t comment, instead passing him the bourbon. It took a lot more than a bottle of Kentucky’s finest to get a god tipsy, but Lee figured he’d appreciate the gesture.

Their fingers lingered together on the bottle, and Apollo looked up as if to say something, or maybe something else… "What is with the long faces?" And just like that, the moment shattered. Lee scowled, cheeks flaming, as the perpetually oblivious son of Ares invited himself to join. Hale was a decent enough sort, but his timing fucking sucked. Lee continued to silently fume as Apollo simply laughed along, shifting much more effortlessly out of the heavier mood of their private exchange far more easily.

“Well, looks like bottoms up.” Apollo agreed as he pointed out a student in neon paint running round the field. If the amount of bending over and hunching was any indication, his state of dress wasn’t entirely willing. “Do you drink twice if they’ve been duped?” He asked with an arched brow. If Lee didn’t know better, it might even have looked innocent.

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Hades // Brain // Outfit // Hex #262f26
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Apollo // Special // Outfit // Hex #21b794
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Ares // Brawn // Outfit// Hex #FF0000


Wes had been nursing the same glass of scotch for the better part of an hour. As he’d never been one given to the loss of control inherent to drunken revelry, that wasn’t necessarily odd, especially with the Agon starting tomorrow. Considering his role was as chief strategist for the team, one might even call his moderation prudent. What was odd however, was his lack of killer focus. Women had always been drawn to Wes, or his wealth and position at least, and that effect was quantified exponentially in the presence of his best friend Sebastian. On a normal night, he would have already sequestered one of the girls vying for his attentions for the evening. The game he played was a delicate one; women were just as competitive as men, and winning was an intoxicating aphrodisiac. They’d play along for a time, but the kind of women he attracted didn’t share. If he didn’t give one their metaphorical tiara soon, the game would be a bust, no one leaving happy.

He just couldn’t make himself care, and that in itself was frustrating. Not having absolute control over his own emotions grated, and while logically Wes could identify the source of this change, he refused to acknowledge it to himself. And then, as if the mere whisper of a thought had summoned her, Lux was there, wearing the most ridiculously fetching getup he was almost embarrassed to admit he found appealing. His eyes chased her all the way to the bar with a look that smoldered like heated coals just waiting for tinder to ignite. He was so caught up, that he almost missed Seb’s remarks entirely.

“Ah, and with charm like that, how would I ever say no?” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk listed his lips. If the suddenly flushed cheeks were anything to go by, it was a proposition many of the girls here found appealing. Wes could practically see the wheels of fantasy turning in their heads as the imagined all the wicked things they might do to each other, and anyone lucky enough to be brought along for the ride. It was an amusing role to play to, and one Wes might have easily slipped into for an evening of meaningless fun…if not for those fucking heart framed nipples.

Calden Archer was naked from the waist up, more than happy to let his six pack speak for itself. His chest was mostly bare, with the exception of the pink glow paint hearts someone had drawn around his well-defined man-nips. His white swag cap was on backwards, glowing against the black light in a fashion that was hard to miss. Ordinarily, the cocky son of Zeus deciding to dress like a 90’s fuck-boy wasn’t Wesley’s concern…but he had just swaggered up to Lux with drinks in hand and a twisted half smile that any man with an ounce of testosterone could read the intent from. Something in Wes snapped.

“Slaaade!” Calden cheered as he swaggered up to Lux, tilted grin plastered across his face. “You went all fucking out girl! Nice aliens…are they down for some probing?” Cal knew Lux fairly well considering they were in the same class and combative groups, but it was the first time he’s ever seen her dress to impress with the assets, and it was a look he could dig.

“They’re occupied.” Wesley Tate practically growled from behind Lux out of nowhere. It was the kind of stealth Cal would normally find disturbing, not that he would admit to it, but was perfectly content to blame the alcohol on that one.

“I think it’s up to them whether or not to make first contact rich boy.” Cal smirked back, unperturbed as he took another swig from his beer in hand. Whatever Cal had expected Wes to respond with that stare and small delayed smile wasn’t it. He might have to watch his back tomorrow…

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Maya still hadn’t quite forgiven Helen and the others on the party commission for going with the retro rave theme over the far more appropriate spring break beach getaway (They had a lake right there for gods’ sake!) one she’d spent the better part of a year planning out. She had to admit though, that it was going well, but she still maintained her tropical slice of the party, especially in the middle of so much neon crazy, was the best part. Besides, she sure as hades wasn’t wasting this outfit after all the time she’d spent putting it together. The pineapple passion fruit concoction Maya had been sipping on was a bit strong, but there was just enough sweetness counteracting the bite to leave a myriad of flavors playing across her tongue.

"I'm starting to feel a little over-dressed." Her beautiful friend Amelie came up from behind, and Maya gave her an appreciative once over as she asked for a drink recommendation.

“That…depends on how wild a night you’re in for.” Maya replied with a wink. “We’ve got Corona with lime stocked as lighter fare, but if you’re feeling more adventurous…” Maya grabbed one of the boozy tropical fruit smoothies she’d been enjoying herself, and handed it over to Amelie.

The timing of the hand off couldn’t have been better, because in a flash the open space between them was filled with Ace, dimples and all. Maya couldn’t help the smile that erupted across her face at Ace’s sly remark, and she wiggle her eye brows a bit as she inspected his own outfit for the evening. Far from the wildest outfit she’d seen this evening, but it screamed Ace, and she liked it on him.

“Nice paint.” Maya threw back with a wink. “Is it still wet?” She asked innocently enough, but an impish look twinkled in her eyes.

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“Right…” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, and then nearly jumped when she turned back to see one of the school’s more notorious children of Hera suddenly next to Abby. Lottie had nothing against Greer of course, but there was something about the sight of those two powder kegs together that set her nerves on edge.

“Like you need my help with that.” Abby smirked at her friend’s offer. They both knew Greer was perfectly capable of kicking any necessary asses on her own. Present company excluded, Abby had yet to see Greer in a fight she couldn’t handle, and her skirmishes made for damn good entertainment as well. “I might need help with this though.” Abby held up the bottle of whiskey, looking a little too pleased. “If you care to join.”

“Oh hey, Marisole!” Lottie called out suddenly, interrupting Abby’s thought, and drawing her eyes about ten feet off where her excited teammate (and her friends who were also apparently children of Demeter) had run off to greet her sister. Marisole Nadeau had earned something of a reputation at Legacy as a breaker of stereotypes. While it was true that some children of Demeter displayed more passive natures, many resented that trope, and the assumption of weakness that went with it. Especially for some of the younger Demeter students at Legacy, Marisole had become a role model, so Lottie’s excitement didn’t surprise Abby. Seeing her with Ryan Grayson was a different story.

Before she really had time to think about it, Abby had followed Lottie and her friends over to the makeshift group, Greer presumably behind her. “Are you excited about tomorrow? I mean, I’m kind of nervous, but a good nervous you know? Well, unless you don’t get nervous…’cause well I mean, why would you?” Lottie babbled like an excited puppy, laughing off her obvious nerves.

“Not that I don’t feel safe or anything!” Lottie’s eyes suddenly shot toward Abby almost in apology, before continuing to put her foot in her mouth. “Our team’s great! Wes is scary smart, Abby and Lux kick butt, and Seb is so…” She flushed, clearing her suddenly dry throat like she’d disclosed too much, before her eyes landed on the untouched cup in Ryan’s seemingly outstretched hand.

“Oh thanks!” Lottie accepted the drink, grateful for the distraction from her own babbling as she proceeded to gulp down its contents. Abby snorted, unable to hide her smile as she watched Ryan’s drink being jacked, and waited for his inevitable look of indignation.

“Not your night?” Abby drawled in what for her passed as a conversational tone. Ryan was Lux’s friend, so they’d spent enough time around each other to pick up on the other’s mannerisms. Things had a habit of both going terribly wrong, yet strangely alright for Ryan, which if nothing else, was entertaining to watch from afar. And maybe she enjoyed poking his buttons a little…

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Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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"If you swing at every ball that comes over the plate you have to eventually hit one... Right? Right guys?... Guys?"


Ryan was far too busy contemplating the vast mysteries of life and all the secrets in the universe... or something like that, to notice Marisole burst through the crowd and come at him which was an impressive feat because Marisole was Marisole. Not exactly a meek person one overlooks or someone that didn't draw the eye when she entered a room something many sons and daughters of Aphrodite have noticed... much to her annoyance. He didn't know she was there until suddenly his right hand felt strangely empty.

He flicked his eyes down to his hand at it, still cupping the now non-existent cup as if it was still there waiting to be given to a girl Ryan had hoped to bag and not in the hands of a girl he couldn't bag, "You're welcome," Ryan replied on instinct as he blinked a few times to try and bring himself to his senses. Help?

"Psh, come on MJ, its all part of the long con," Ryan said, "Gotta get rejected, then, when I get that 'Oh, he is so damaged and lonely', vibe, I strike! Won't even know what hit them, its all part of.." His voice died off as he couldn't keep the joke up with a straight face anymore.

"Sweet baby Jesus, I need help MJ, I don't even know what I am doing most of the time, you know? Like..." Ryan paused trying to find a way to describe it as his now free hand rotated in circles, a fitting replacement for the small hamster running its little heart out, on its wheel, in his head trying to get out his thoughts in a semi-comprehensible way, "I just... do," Ryan said slowly, rolling the word around in his mouth as despite the efforts of the brave little hamster, he still couldn't find the right way to phrase his 'Ryaniness'.

Before Ryan could continue to explain his utter lack of skill and, overall, pathetic nature and beg her for her invaluable advice and assistance, when Lottie burst in talking to Marisole and just like that his potential wingman just went up in poof. More surprising was the arrival of Abby. Sure, he knew she was nearby, but he didn't expect her to come over to him, well, follow Lottie over to him.. semantics.

Ryan blinked as Lottie snapped the drink from his hand, his drink, and downed it in one go just as Marisole had done so moments before. It took a few moments for his mind to process what had just happened, his left hand opened and closed a few times as if trying to conjure the cup back to it from thin air. D-Did that just happen? Again? And why did they both chug it? There had to be a mouth joke in there somewhere. 'Putting those big mouths to use?', no, that didn't sound right. 'Glad you can hold your breath?'... No... 'Man, you can take some liquids to the mouth'... That.. That didn't work either.

He was knocked out of his internal search for the right thing to say, and it was too late to say something even if he had thought of it, by Abby, "What? How could it not be my night?" Ryan asked giving her a non-committal shrug, "I am surrounded by two uninterested beautiful women and an Abby, when I can't seem to 'woo' even the drunkest of women at this place. Totes amazing, if it gets any more amazing I'll have Blake calling me to talk about her feelings and boy troubles."

'Man, you two can swallow..' Damn, that would have been good.

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Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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Ace raised his brows at Maya's comment, a smile still covering his face. She was playful tonight, that was for sure. Of course, this didn't surprise him as Maya is always playful and bright like the sun. Ace didn't really know why he got along so well with Maya as they are total opposites. Maya was friendly and calm where Ace was aggressive and about as calm as a hungry lion. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that they balanced each other out.

Maya was the calm to Ace's storm and that could very well be the reason why he had always seen her as a friend. However, Maya is friends with pretty much everybody due to her laid-back demeanor and that might mean that she is only friends with him because she feels obligated to be.

Ace finds it difficult to trust her sometimes because of this and is wary about becoming close to her, but for now, he just wants to have fun. Fun without any more alcohol as Ace wants to be focused during the Agon tomorrow. Plus, alcohol makes Ace feel energized and god knows that he doesn't need anything to help him in that department. Even now, he was rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes as he talked to Maya. Ace may be reckless, but he wants to win and he needs to be focused to do that.

The impish look in Maya's eyes made Ace laugh. "You like it?" He playfully tugged on one of her curls. "I'm sorry to let you know that it's all dry now, nothing a little fresh paint can't fix though." He winked at her like she had done to him and leaned in to ask her a question. "Dance with me?"

He moved away from her and began dancing backwards into the dance crowd while keeping his eyes locked with Maya's. Ace wasn't the best dancer, but he knew a few moves. He had just started doing the moonwalk and pulled his eyes from Maya's for a brief second only to see Marisole talking to Ryan. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marisole, but seeing Ryan beside her made Ace roll his eyes. Ace didn't hate the guy or anything, he just found him to be so damn annoying. Always talking and saying stupid things that Ace could really give two shits about. Even thinking about Ryan was giving Ace a headache. As for Marisole, Ace would talk to her later. Right now, his attention was on Maya.

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Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Ryan Grayson Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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Hades // Brain // Outfit // Hex #262f26

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Apollo // Special // Outfit // Hex #21b794

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Ares // Brawn // Outfit// Hex #FF0000


Whatever the half-naked son of Zeus saw in Wesley’s eyes, it was enough to make him take Lux’s advice to leave, but not without first extending the bird as his charming parting gift. Wes trailed Cal with his eyes until he was finally out of sight, his grim smile finally composing itself into something passingly close to friendly when they returned to Lux.

“That was never in question.”
Wes assured simply, leaving his meaning ambiguous whether he meant her ability to take care of herself, or his number of drinks. It applied to both regardless. Lux was capable of handling one drunken idiot, but that wasn’t the fucking point. Logic hadn’t been running the show during his pissing contest with Calden, as much as that pained Wes to admit to himself. The thing that hovered in the air between them was unspoken and fragile, but it was his. Wes usually thought of himself as above alpha male dominance displays, but there were some things instinctively even he succumbed to.

Lux could give him a run for his money in the manipulation department, and Wes knew he was being baited by her subtle challenge to walk away. He took it anyway, along with her hand as he followed her toward the dance floor. “I think you saw to that quite a while ago. No point in fretting now.”

Why the disco ball chose to make an appearance that moment was suspicious timing. Toto’s Africa chiming in to accompany it was even more so. Experimentally, Wes slid his hands down to rest on her hips, tastefully of course (for now), as other coupled paired off for the slow song. He raised a brow almost in challenge, waiting for her to circle her arms around his neck, or start clobbering him.


It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you!
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do!
I bless the rains down in Africa!
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had!


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“Rats, my devious plot has been foiled! Looks like your face is safe—for now!” Maya laughed as Ace pulled her toward the dance floor. What was a little covert face painting between friends? It was probably for the best though, and for now she was happy enough to watch him do his best impersonation of Michael Jackson. With the disco ball out, and retro music playing, it seemed especially appropriate. Maya twirled along, more than happy to see the playful Ace out in force tonight. His eyes wandered for a moment, and Maya followed them to Marisole. An uncomfortable warmth bloomed in her chest for a moment before Maya squashed it back. Instead of dwelling on the unpleasant feeling, she grabbed Ace’s hand and twirled them deeper into the dancing throng while showing off a few of her disco moves.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive!

It was during the chorus line of the Bee Gee’s classic that the telltale pickling sensation behind her eyes started. Now?! Why the hell was she having one now?! “Ace-!” That was the only warning she got out before any feeling of normal consciousness fled.

Instead of a crowded makeshift dance floor, Maya was in a narrow stone corridor. It was dimly lit and oddly enough, she could still hear the music echoing eerily off the walls. Disoriented, Maya felt her way across the hall toward open door that was her only source of light. An iron tang tinged the air, and Maya pulled her hands back when they touched something slick. As she got closer to the light, the source of the stomach turning scent became obvious. Every surface in the room was painted with blood, as if some kind of macabre artist had worked with gore instead of oils. On the table however, was a marble bust of her father, remarkably clear but for the long train of blood coming from his eyes…

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah, I'm stayin' alive!


Maya snapped back to reality harshly, kneeling on the floor. “Air!” Maya begged weakly, still feeling too frail to pull herself to her feet.

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I’m pretty sure I was just insulted. Abby thought dryly, brow raised as Ryan continued to lament his lack of game. “Well with confidence like that, how are you not beating them off with sticks?” It was a glib remark, but it came out more cutting than she’d intended. Ryan wasn’t her friend exactly, but he was a decent enough sort when he wasn’t whining.

“Here.” Abby extended the bottle to Ryan’s hands. “You’re going to need some liquid courage if you plan on making a pass on Blake.” To say he didn’t have a shot in Tartarus was to state the obvious, but after watching both his drinks nabbed from under his nose, Abby was feeling generous.

“Pssht bit strong for you Grayson, you might hurt yourself! I figured wine coolers were more your speed.” From whatever hole Calden Archer crawled his way out of, Abby didn’t notice, but she wished he’d just leave them the fuck alone. Instead, he made a grab for the bottle, and Abby slapped his hand away. The look Cal shot back at her was murderous.

“You always have girls fight your battles for you Grayson?” He sneered Ryan’s way. “Your usual blonde bodyguard isn’t around, so you crawl behind another?” Cal took an intruding step forward, as if to emphasize the point, and Abby shoulder her way in front of Ryan.

“If your dick’s feeling especially small tonight Cal, I suggest you go pick on someone that you can actually get away with. Unless of course you want me to beat your face in publically…again.” Abby added with an extra dose of acid. Calden could be a real bully sometimes, which was enough to piss her off without throwing in his personal vendetta. Some people just can’t handle losing, and Abby had defended her undefeated record in the ring for three years straight. Calden had been her looming shadow of menace ever since, and it had begun to spill over to those she associated with.

Sensing the rising tension Lottie fretted beside them, her attention finally drawn away from her semi-famous sister. “Maybe we should all just take a beat…it’s a party!” Her laugh was as forced as the smile Lottie plastered across her face in an attempt to stop the fight before it really began.

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Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Joaquin Wolf Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Ace Michael Thatcher Character Portrait: Benjamin Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Marisole Nadeau

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“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Wes growled and stomped forward. He froze before Lux, raising a hand to brush back loose hair from her face. “If you don’t want to be with me, that’s your choice, but don’t let it be because some asshole tried to steal your confidence.”

Lux found herself struggling to breathe, but unable to break his gaze. “If you walk away now, it’s because you’re afraid, not because of Seb. You’re a lot of things Lux, but you’ve never been a coward. It’s part of what makes you so damn special.”

Lux didn't know what to say. She stood there frozen like a deer in headlights. Wes never spoke like that, never said what he truly felt deep down inside. Neither did Lux, that's why this was in such a fragile balance. She wasn't going to walk away, but she didn't want to say anything either. Instead she slowly and hesitantly, slipped her hand into his, sliding her fingers between his. Then started walking back towards the dormitories, with him at her side.

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T x H x E xxxxx N x E x X x T xxxxx D x A x Y

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Seb, unlike most of the other demigods, slept like a baby with the help of the all too eager blonde and brunette. In the morning he prepared for the Agon but, of course, he didn't look nearly as prepared as everyone else. Instead of wearing practical clothing, or even armor, he had on simple athletic attire. His one strength was parkour, so he need flexibility. But as for his weapon, all he brought was a simple shield. He couldn't fight, but he could run. So, defense was all he had.

Lux on the other hand could sleep a wink. She tossed and turned with a plagued mind of the night's events, the coming Agon and anything else that she felt like freaking out about instead of sleeping. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she prepared herself, dressing in multiple layers for whatever type of circumstances they could encounter. She stared at her weapons for what felt like an eternity, trying to decide what to take and in the end decided on her throwing knives. In the end, they are small and wouldn't slow her down if she needed to make a run from it.

She barely spared Seb as sideways glance as their team moved to their launching zone. On a regular day, she'd be the first one to make a rude quip about he looked less than prepared for sparring, let alone the Agon. But he's Abby's support, not hers.

Everyone was silent as they were transported to their drop point. They all hovered around Wes as he held the looking glass, watching the commencing speech given by Zeus. Lux's hand reached out to steady Wes' as it shook watching the horror unfold through the looking glass. When the view passed over her father Apollo, she snatched it from his hands, shaking her head in disbelief. "No.... No, no, no."

“H-how is that even possible?” Lottie sounded as unstable as she looked.

“I don’t know.”

As everyone started panicking and arguing about what to do, Lux dropped the looking glass and sprinted in the direction of the smoke. 30 miles. I could get there by night fall if I paced myself. Fuck the Agon. This wasn't about glory anymore. She had to get there, to save her father and all of the helpless young demigods there. It didn't take a genius to know someone had to be behind this from the inside.

But she wasn't even 100 yards out when somebody tackled her from behind sending them both to the ground. Ryder wrestled with her on the ground until he somehow managed to get her on her knees before him in a choke hold, with one of her arms pinned behind her back. "Let me go!" She cried, fighting to break free of his grasp. Lux could have if she really tried, but turning against each other wasn't the answer either.

"Stop... Stop. You can't take on an army by yourself Lux, even you." Ryder slowly let his grasp on her fall.

Lux slumped over, catching herself with her hands upon the ground. Ryder helped her onto her feet, keeping an arm around her just in case she tried to run again. They came back to the group finding Abby about as furious as Lux felt, and Wes trying to think of some kind of plan. “We need to move.”

That was all Lux needed to hear. She took her excess baggage: jacket, knives and whatever else, slamming it against Wes' chest before she looked up at the top of the trees. She circled around until she found the tallest one and proceeded to climb up it. She didn't dare go all the way to the top. If by some chance a dragon or something else caught sight of her about the tree line, they'd be done for. Instead she carefully walked out on a branch beneath the leaves looking for somewhere they could go.

After a moment or two of looking, she saw a side of a small cliff with what looked like a cave. Lux quickly descended the tree, jumping down from a branch about 10 feet from the ground. She yanked her things from Wes' arms and proceeded to trudge forward in the direction of the cliff. "There's a cave a mile north." And that's all she said. She was worried and angry, and pissed that they were traveling in the opposite direction.

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Joaquin had to fight himself from dropping the looking glass as he stood amongst his team in a small clearing surrounded by a dense and thick forest. They had a line of sight to the mountain that looked to be going up in flames and surrounded by several flying beast. He quickly shut off the looking glass and shoved it into his tool belt, unable to stomach what he was seeing any longer.

"We uh..." He cleared his throat, trying to think straight. "We need to get somewhere safe, out of sight and harms way."

Joaquin looked in each direction trying to find anything that could remotely count as cover, but nothing. "Being on the ground level is too risky. We could search all day for shelter... So..." He looks up again, weaving through trees until he finds 3 large trunks that stretched high, but didn't go all the way to the top of the tree line. "Up in the trees." He pointed up at the sky.

"Marisole. Ben. With me... We're going to climb, and build a canopy. We need foliage to surround us from every side so we're camouflaged in leaves, but also a quick means of escape." With that, Joaquin removed his jackets, and set them on the ground. He twisted his tool belt to hang off the back of his waist. Joaquin then proceeded to climb the tree. When he reached the top he started breaking off branches and building a make shift canopy.