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Eliane Cloutier

"Bonjour, je suis tr??s heureuse de faire votre connaissance!"

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demi-Gods”, as played by rubytuesday

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"She was beautiful in the way that quiet, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them."








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FULL NAME::
Eliane Victorie Cloutier

NICKNAME(S):
Elle | Everyone | Loves | Eliane tends to introduce herself as such, preferring the short, easy-to-say nickname to her fanciful real one.
Ellie | Her Father and Brother | Secretly Likes | Her father uses said name affectionately, and her brother teases her with it, and, although she rolls her eyes, she somewhat enjoys the term.

DATE OF BIRTH:
Thirteenth of March

AGE:
Seventeen

GODLY PARENT:
Hestia

YEAR:
Twelfth Grade

GENDER:
Female

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual | Heteroromantic

ETHNICITY:
French

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
#67204A and #A65E88





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PERSONALITY:
Elle is a pretty reserved individual, the sort one would expect as a child of Hestia. She is mellow, with a soft temperament that in her past was easily taken advantage of, making her the school errand girl at times. Since then, she's gotten a little stronger in terms of will and stubbornness, but remains pretty anti-conflict in almost all cases. She is kind, and compassionate, the sort that tends to put others before herself even when it would be better for her not to, and she isn't very good when it comes to arguing, unless the thing she is arguing about is something she is either extremely passionate about, or strongly opposed to. She is intelligent, in an academic way, and has been referred to as a 'nerd' many times in the past for her typical straight A's and her habit of going off on a tangent when the conversation turns to something she is fascinated by. She is hard-working, and when it comes to genuine work and effort, she isn't the sort to let little inconveniences and disapproval stop her. Somewhat socially awkward, she is rarely the sort to make the first move when it comes to making friends, although her inner monologue will easily tell you just how much she wishes that was otherwise. Around people she doesn't know, she is somewhat shy, and very down-to-earth, but around her friends and family, particularly her brother, she can be surprisingly witty and even a little sarcastic. She is fiercely protective of those she cares about, and if someone threatens said people, she will undoubtedly step into action, despite her disdain for conflict and fighting. She's also gets nervous easily, the most obvious nervous tic of hers being babbling at an alarming rate, and she tends to blush easily. She has a good sense of humour, and loves to laugh, often trying her best to find the humour and positivity in things, even when there is little to no light to be found. She is an idealist, but she isn't stupid, and sees things as they are most of the time. Although she is opposed to conflict, she is not so much of a pushover any more, and isn't so easy to boss around any more. Although she tries to obey the rules and stay in the lines, she has had moments of rebellion (usually alongside her brother), and was truly ecstatic in their wake, and finds the feeling of adrenaline one she knows better than to encourage, but can't help loving anyway. She is passionate about a number of things, and often falls into daydreams. She is, once gets to know her, quite bubbly, although she maintains that selfless streak that has her brother rolling his eyes and telling her to 'do something for herself, once in a while'. She is, although quiet, very brave, and will never allow something as simple as fear to keep her from doing something. She is honest, but, unlike her brother, possesses a certain tact, and she loves finding people with matching passions, so that she can babble away without feeling as though she is boring someone.

LIKES:
Writing; whether it be poetry or journalism, Eliane finds comfort in words. Her journal, a gift from her mother, she received it for her sixteenth birthday, and it is her most prized possession.
Cooking; She adores it, especially cooking for other people.
Chocolate; What's not to like? That being said, she only likes milk chocolate. The dark stuff (her brother's favourite) is far too bitter for her tastes, and the white stuff tastes like plastic, in her opinion.
Music; As far as music goes, Elle has a pretty varying taste. A couple of her favourite songs include: [i]Heroes by David Bowie, Your Song by Elton John, and Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson. She is also very fond of classical music.
Reading; Just like with writing, Elaine finds comfort and freedom with an open book. Stories and poetry are effective ways to lull her into a feeling of pleasant stability. She is also a sucker for happy endings.
The Idea of Romance; Elle has a somewhat idealistic view on romance, seeing 'true love' as a possibility for everyone, and perhaps even herself. That being said, she's no moron, and would never allow her daydreams to send her soaring away on flights of fancy.
French Culture; Whether it is simply because it reminds her of home, Elaine adores everything that screams 'French', from the cuisine to the architecture.
History; One of Eliane's favourite subjects, she finds nothing more fascinating that the past, and learning how it shaped the present.
Stargazing, Sunset-watching and Cloud-Spotting; There's something about the sky that Eliane finds so very pretty.
Honesty; However brutal it may be, Eliane likes to be told exactly how it is, skipping the white lies and veiled truths.

DISLIKES:
Arrogance; There is nothing more annoying that someone that flaunts themselves, and sees themselves as better than they actually are.
Coffee; Urgh. She can't stand the stuff.
Money; It's less money and more the fact that everyone is obsessed with it. So I suppose one could simply say she hates greed.
Unnecessary Conflict; Fights and arguments are not Elle's forte, and she'd rather everyone made an effort to get along.
Bullies; As much as she dislikes conflict, if she sees someone being bullied, she will not stand for it.

FEARS:
Losing Her Family; There is no one more precious to her than her father and brother.
Heights; It isn't really a crippling phobia, but she does get awfully jittery when up high.











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FAMILY::
Father | Geraud Cloutier | 43 | Alive | Eliane is very close with her father, and shares many of his qualities.
Twin Brother | Emmanuel Cloutier | 17 | Alive | Eliane is very close to her brother, and the pair, despite their extremely different personalities, tend to rebound off one another really well, with Eliane helping Manny to learn the patience that he naturally lacks, and Manny helping to ease her confidence and make her feel more comfortable in unfamiliar situations. They are constantly bickering, but in a light-hearted, well meaning kind of way.

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Eliane harbors a far smaller grudge against the goddess than her brother does, although she still feels dots of anger towards Hestia for leaving with no explanation. However, since Eliane found out the real reason that Hestia had to leave, she's a goddess, after all, she came to be a lot more understanding of the goddess. That being said, she still doesn't like how the gods meddle in mortal affairs, falling in and out of love with no plans of sticking around.

BIOGRAPHY:
Eliane's father often describes her mother as 'a dizzy daydream that I fell into somewhat inconveniently, but I can never make myself regret'. Eliane and her twin brother were born in the spare bedroom of her current home, a two-storey house located in a village not far from Paris, France, that she and her brother affectionately refer to as the 'Nest'. Manny was born first, exiting the womb precisely three minutes and twelve seconds before Eliane, although he never fails to refer to himself as the eldest sibling. Hestia remained with them for two months following their birth, before leaving the small family, and behind her a letter for the sibling to open on their sixteenth birthday. It was in this letter that she told them of their heritage, something that they all struggled to believe, until certain sparks of evidence, such as her brother setting fire to a teacher (accidentally, of course), Eliane somehow healing her sprained ankle, and finally, an enormous beast with the body of a man and the head of a bull breaking down the door of their beloved nest and attempting to eat the pair of demigods alive.

Suffice to say, they were eventually convinced.

It was only at the age of seventeen that they were sent to attend Aeonis, with their father deciding, shortly after Manny's expulsion (for the fire incident), that it would indeed be best that they have a fresh start, and learn to control their abilities, as well as how to defend themselves from the mythical beasts that seem to crave demigod flesh more than any other.

Thus, here they are, the new kids.

FAVORITE POWER:
It would have to be either being a brilliant cook, although that's less a power and more a trait that all Hestia children seem to possess, or controlling positive emotions, as it is a good way to try cheer people up when they are feeling down. She also quite likes

MISCELLANEOUS:
Fluent in French


So begins...

Eliane Cloutier's Story

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ELIANE CLOUTIER

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EMMANUEL CLOUTIER

CHILDREN.OF.HESTIA
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1st of September, 8:00 AM | School Gates => Dorms

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"Excited yet?" Manny leant over his sister's shoulder, an intentionally irritating, overly excited grin on his handsome face. Elle shot him a cool glance, her expression saying a thousand, censored words. "Hm. Guess not." He tutted disapprovingly, sticking a finger to the girl's forehead and pressing hard enough to force her head to rise from its shy bow. "Cheer up, buttercup. It's just school." Elle made a pained expression, grudgingly keeping her head raised, shaking his words off dismissively. "I know, I know. But it's... bigger than our old one." Manny scoffed, "And? What you should be worrying about is future boyfriends, or girlfriends." Elle looked at him suspiciously, frowning. Manny was hardly the type to go off on some big, bravado, 'big brother' speech. "What? Why?" However, her brief surprise was quickly smothered.

"Well, technically almost all of the Gods are related, right? So, pretty much everyone here is your cousin, niece, nephew, half-brother or half-sister... A couple of hundred times removed, but still-" Elle slugged him o n the arm, "Ow! That was unnecessary!" "Depends on your definition of unnecessary."

Like Eliane said, the school was a lot larger than the little, local high school they went to back home. Then again, the high school back home had had only 300 students, so that was hardly saying much. Eliane both caught and sent glances as the pair made their way to the office, her eyes widening in shock and amazement as they fell upon a blonde girl, who then proceeded to bend as though breaking all her limbs. Elle stared as dark, grey-green scales blossomed on the girl's skin, and her legs melted into one. In seconds, a snake had replaced her. "Did you see that?!" She nudged her brother with a mixture of shock and excitement, only for him to interrupt with a "Woah, these people are crazy... a tank in this weather? Jeez."

By the time Eliane got his attention, the pair were in the office. As they introduced themselves at the desk, a forty-something women in dark-rimmed spectacles and a maroon dress offered them each a map, a timetable and a key, offering them a honest, "Welcome to Aeonis," Before returning to her work. Eliane and Manny exchanged glanced, and the latter offered a sideways smirk, silently repeating the words and receiving a role of the eyes in reply.

Manny and Eliane walked together, their suitcases trailing behind them, before stopping at the fork, left was the girls' dorm, and right was the boys'. Manny smiled encouragingly, a slight, teasing tone in his voice, "Looks like we've got to part ways, dear sister." Eliane scoffed, "Looks like it. So don't get lost." Manny looked offended, before turning on his heel and walking away, calling over his shoulder, "Lost? I don't know the meaning of the word." "Ahem, Manny?" "Yeah? What?" "Other way."




Eliane approached her dorm room hesitantly, a feeling of apprehensive excitement bubbling inside her. What would her room mate be like? She bit her lip, twirling the key between her fingers before nodding determinedly, and sliding it into the lock, and opening the door.




Manny entered his own dorm room with far fewer nerves than his sister had walked into her's, although he too was riddled with curiosity about his roomie-to-be. As he slid his suitcase into one of the rooms and flopped down onto the bed with a soft sigh, one particular hope was stuck on replay in his head. Pleasedon'tbeadickpleasedon'tbeadickpleasedon'tbeadick...

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Spread your ear-pollution
Both far and wide
Keep your contributions
By your side and
Stroke me, stroke me!


Right jab, left jab, uppercut, strike. A rhythmic pattern of thuds could be heard in the gym’s training room at Aeonis Academy, accompanied by the blast of Billy Squire in the background, steadily growing in both strength and intensity. Abby had been in the training room since 4 a.m., her relic of a boom box working its way through her cassette tape collection as she worked out, which always helped to get her pumped and center herself. Abby had been having nightmares again, and at some point she’d just learned it was better to give up on going back to bed, and to take back control with an intensive workout. She always did lifting first, part of the advantages of coming in early meant eliminating competition for the much sought after weight lifting equipment, and it was also the shortest part of her routine. Abby was strong for a girl, and being the daughter of Ares only helped in that department, but in a school full of demi-gods with enhanced strength, it wasn’t exactly something to brag about. She’s recognized pretty quickly that she was never going to outclass some of the boys regarding pure strength, so instead she focused on speed, and that was where she was really deadly. Being smaller and lither than her opponents had its advantages and she’d always been able to weave in and around her opponents in the boxing ring, dodging their blows while landing quick and precise ones of her own. So in addition to weights, she also did strict regiments of cardio and agility exercises to help keep the edge on her speed. This though, was her favorite part of the day. Alone with the punching bag, all her focus diverted there, the rest of the world melted away. Nothing else mattered but her fists and her imaginary adversary, and it was always a liberating feeling. Abby always felt lighter after boxing, and part of her was considering cutting orientation day entirely to stay and continue. She eventually dismissed this plan though, as the last thing she needed was to give Ms. McKinney another reason to get on her case.

After one last strike to the punching bag, Abby collected up her cassettes and headed to the locker room, where she deposited her stuff in the bottom of the locker before heading back to her room to shower and change for the day. Her room itself was pretty Spartan compared to some of the other students here, especially considering she was one of the students that lived at the academy year round. Most of her stuff was pretty obviously second hand and out of date, but it was her stuff, bought and chosen by herself alone, and she’d never apologize for it. Her last roommate had graduated the year before, which meant more than likely she was going to be getting a new one today. It was a prospect that didn’t exactly thrill her, but Abby had lived in close quarters that made this particular arrangement look insanely roomy, so it wasn’t something she was going to worry about either.
Once she’d finished slipping into a pair of jeans and a red flannel top over her black tank, Abby focused on her next priority, breakfast. Abby never missed a meal when she could help it, and some might even call her a glutton, but then Abby never really cared what other people called her. Besides, between her overactive metabolism and her rigorous workout regiments, she figured her body could handle the bacon cheeseburgers. So as Abby made her way toward the door, it was with the intention of heading to the cafeteria. That’s when the door suddenly unlocked, revealing the face of a girl who appeared both excited, nervous, and definitely new.

Wesley Tate


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At times, crossword puzzles were lamentingly easy, and today was one of those days. The New York Times was usually very reliable in their quality of word puzzles, but Wesley supposed that even his city’s home paper had its off days. The Sudoku had at least proven to be a bit more challenging, but even that had only proven to last a measly ten minutes before the entire puzzle too was solved. Wesley had never been able to sleep for long periods of time, and though the young son of Hades had always been a bit of a night owl, he also tended to be up soon after the sun. Wesley did work out, but he wasn’t quite the fitness nut that some of the other men at the academy were, and he preferred to do his workouts at night regardless. In combat classes his physical strength couldn’t compare to that of the children of Zeus or Ares, though he could hold his own, so he preferred to refine his geokinesis for effective combat purposes. That wasn’t really where Wes shined though, as he’d always been more of a ‘behind-the-scenes’ kind of combatant. Psychological and covert warfare was his specialty, and he was a firm believer in working smarter, not harder.

Impeccably dressed as usual, Wesley left his dorm with his messenger bag over his shoulder and a cup of gourmet coffee in hand. Wes didn’t have the palate for cheap coffee, so he made a point of keeping his own machine in his room, that way he could brew what he wanted and how he liked it. Breakfast wasn’t really his thing, though the knowledge that a certain blonde with an endless pit for a stomach would undoubted be there tempted him to head toward the cafeteria. Abby was still angry with him, and though he seemed to have under estimated her ability to hold a grudge, he still found her stubbornness on the matter frustrating. Despite what she insisted, Wes had never lied to her, at least not explicitly. He’d merely presented half-truths in a purposely ambiguous light. It wasn’t his fault that she filled in the blanks incorrectly and felt compelled to open up to him in an attempt to ease his perceived pain. Wes honestly wasn’t used to such fervent rejection from women, especially women he was actively pursuing, and while he had found the challenge entertaining at first, he was beginning to become more annoyed by it than anything else. Persistent goading had become his currently strategy, and he’d almost decided to head that way when he thought better of it. Goading Abby while she was eating rarely yielded results, as he had experienced firsthand. Waiting for a more opportune moment in this instant might prove the wiser strategy he decided, and instead went to seek out some of his academy friends whom he hadn’t seen over the summer.