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Spencer McKnight

"Piss off."

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

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"If you need a leader to stop the fiend that stole your pop tart, I'm your girl. If you want me to run for student counsel because
somehow my father makes me the perfect candidate, then piss off.




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FULL NAME::

Spencer McKnight

NICKNAME(S):

Spence
Don't go thinking we're friends just because you call me that

DATE OF BIRTH:

April 25th
Taurus bitches

AGE:

15

GODLY PARENT:

Zeus
The big guy is my daddy... So does that make me Heracles now? Nice.

YEAR:

10

GENDER:

Female
Sometimes I wish I was a guy just so I could pee standing up. How cool would that be?

SEXUALITY:

I don't label my sexuality. If I think you're hot and I can stand your presence, let's get busy

ETHNICITY:

100% Ukrainian
But born and raised in sweet sweet Chicago. I still speak Ukrainian but don't go thinking I have an accent, prick.

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:

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PERSONALITY:

|Crude|Stubborn|Cynical|Sarcastic|Independent|
|Honest|Blunt|Brave|Confident|Leader|


Spencer is a cynic with a rather crude and sarcastic sense of humor. She doesn't care if other people like or not. As far as she's concerned, they can go ahead and stick there heads up where the sun doesn't shine. Spencer is an independent woman that thinks for herself and doesn't care about anyone else's opinions about her. Though because of this, she isn't easy to befriend. She'll be completely honest and straight forward with you which also means she'll tell you to piss off before she pokes your eyes out with scissors.

Much like the other Zeus children, Spencer confident to the point of arrogance. She knows she's strong and isn't afraid to let people know. Her daddy is the big and despite being bitter towards him, she does like how string that makes her. Spencer is still a loyal friend and incredibly brave. She's also a natural born leader like her siblings but she's not one to immediately jump at the opportunity unless the need arises.

LIKES:

Sour Patch Kids-I could eat them all day
Video games-Video games are the best. Skyrim is my favorite
Horror movies-The cheesier the better
Gymnastics-My parents have had me doing it since I could walk
Free running-Gymnastics came in handy.
Math-It's so easy and straightforward. How can people hate it?
Cats-They're cute and independent. Just like me.
Science Fiction-Especially Star Wars
Scissors-So many evil things i can use them for...

DISLIKES:
Country music-I could write a paper about how much I hate it.
Tea-It's so bitter
Purses-I hate carrying a purse
Ferris wheels-I like flying and stuff but ferris wheels are just plain scary. What if I fall and die?
Homework-I never do homework. maybe that's why teachers hate me... They always pull me into the hall to tell me I'm smart but i need to 'apply myself' in school.
History-It's so boring
Parties-Too many people
People-Not all people. Just most.
Overly sweet things-Gross

FEARS:
☠Ferris wheels-I'd rather die in an epic way
☠Being buried alive-What a shitty way to go
☠Showing fear-I don't want people seeing me afraid




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H E I G H T

5'7

W E I G H T

120 lbs

E Y E C O L O R

A piercing green that sometimes looks blue

B O D Y T Y P E

Spencer has a slender but still athletic build thanks to gymnastics

D I S T I N G U I S H I N G M A R K S

Spencer has a scar that looks like an animal bite on her left forearm




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FAMILY::

Jeremy McKnight|Step Father|37|Alive|
Addison McKnight|Mother|34|Alive
Bethany McKnight|Half Sister|8|Alive|
Michael McKnight|Half Brother|5|Alive

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:

Spencer and Zeus have a bit of a rocky relationship. He's visited a few times but she doesn't care for him. She actually feels quite bitter towards him because he was never there when things got rough. He stayed out and let Spencer basically grow up too early and have to take care of herself and her siblings.

BIOGRAPHY:

My past is simple. My mom met Zeus when she was 19 at a party and a one night stand made me. My grandparents basically took care of me until she was done in college where she met some DJ dude and then they miraculously fell in love. They got busy and had kids some years later but let me tell you something, this family is crazy. Why Zeus picked that woman I will never understand. My parents fight every night so I'm always stuck comforting the little one. My mother is a drunk, psychotic bitch and my step father is an asshole. It's really that simple. Got it? Good.

FAVORITE POWER:

Super strength and electrokinesis-They're both so awesome. Piss me off, and I'll throw you through a wall and then electricute you for shits and giggles. I love it.

MISCELLANEOUS:

Spencer is fluent in Ukrainian, Russian, and English




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So begins...

Spencer McKnight's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Enoch Nixon Character Portrait: Ruth Reyes Character Portrait: Zoe Yeoman Character Portrait: Spencer McKnight Character Portrait: Otto Gentle
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{ 7 A.M. || Son of Hecate and Teacher of Greek Mythology || His room --> Hallways }




Out of all the days in a year, this was the one he considered the most festive. This was the day that he was always busy scrambling to find papers, learning the names of the new teachers, and preparing things to say to those he had not seen all summer. However, instead of doing these things, Otto just stood in front of the glass bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection lackidaisically. This time around, Orientation Day would be a bit different. Perhaps drastically different.

Three more days. Three more days until his son's eighteenth birthday. Three more days until Hecate's curse would finally take place, and three more days until his past mistakes would finally catch up to him. Just thinking about how many minutes Quentin had left made him cringe like a madman. The fact that he could do nothing in his power to prevent his son's demise made him cringe even more. It had been so hard to jump out of bed this morning. He couldn't even wrap his head around the mornings soon to come.

But despite the lack of hope in his utterly frail situation, was he going to give up? Was he still going to try and change things before it was too late? Those were questions he was still trying to find answers to.

He stared at his face, his eyes, his hair. Clearly, fatigue and age had marred him. Already, he was beginning to gain the appearance of an old man. Well, perhaps he was an old man, despite the fact the felt as though he still had much to learn. He sighed, shut off the bathroom light, and exited into his small dormitory's study. He draped a navy blue blazer over his white flanel shirt, snatched up a green clipboard resting on the table nearby, exhaled a deep sigh, and with his chin and posture forcefully risen, exited into the hallways of the faculty building.

As he scurried through the long corridors that appeared to be a bit whitewashed from the light of this dull morning, he figured it best to head to the security of his own classroom, where he would quietly eat his breakfast in peace. Otto had already decorated his room and prepared his syllabus a good two weeks in advance. He was a tidy man. Clumsy, but undoubtedly tidy. He liked to be prepared. It was a virtue taught to him by his parents at a young age, and his instincts always felt a bit frazzled whenever he had no plans. That was one of the reasons why he always kept himself busy. He had found the rush of activity to be much more pleasant than the power of relaxation.

Before his conscious began to pass into mindlessness, he found a silhoutte breezing through the halls nearby. He could tell from the figure's dark hair and broad shoulders that it was the respected and much-cherished man known as Enoch Nixon. In other words, the headmaster. In even more words, the god of medicine and healing, Asclepius.

To Otto, he was a wise man. Enoch's demeanor and effort to make everyone happy was always a pleasure to behold. The mythology teacher was grateful to have him as a boss. The more Otto thought about him, the more he realized the man's power in the world of Olympus. It was then, as he stared upon him from a distance, that the grey-haired man had an idea.

He sprinted up to Enoch's side, giving him a half-hearted smile. If not for depression and exhaustion weighing him down, it would have been bigger.

"Good morning," he chirped, trying to keep up with the headmaster's pace. His strides were a lot wider than his. "Erm," Otto stuttered, "if you don't mind, I-I need to talk to you. Preferably in private." He scratched the back of his head with his left hand. His other right hand tightly gripped the edge of his clipboard in sheer apprehension. "Probably later, I guess? You're most likely busy...as you usually are. I uh...see you've got some notes there. So later, maybe? If that's okay?"

Realizing that he was speeding through his thoughts and talking much too fast, Otto quickly composed himself and took a deep breath in.

"Sorry," he apologized, "It's just something really urgent to me, that's all."





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{ 8:02 A.M. || Daughter of Athena || City --> School Grounds }




Heartbeats pounding like a hammer. Air in and air out. Silence and the smell of half-lit cigarettes.

These were the sights and sounds that littered the atmosphere of the dusty apartment room located outside of Aeonis Academy's campus. Outside of the perspective of the fiery-haired girl standing in the middle of the living room, the area was dark, morbid, and seemingly deserted. Even though there was a half-opened window bringing in delicate traces of daylight, the musty space continued to lack any kind of brightness. If a maid or any other stranger had walked into the flat at that exact moment, they would have questioned why on earth there was an alabaster-skinned seventeen-year-old standing there with a blindfold over her eyes and an actual katana sword grasped between her hands. Obviously, it was a rather strange sight. A sight you didn't see every day. However, for the girl actually holding the heavy Japanese blade, this circumstance she found herself in was completely, utterly normal.

The daughter of Athena stood there in anticipation; she was listening, feeling, and learning her surroundings rapidly like a blind bat caught in the dead of night. Her knees were buckling in weariness, but that was the fun of it all. To her, everything challenging was entertaining. This was a girl who found all television shows boring, parties absolutely worthless, and gossip a topic for the dull-witted.

To put it simply, this was a girl who took comfort in the abnormal, and banished everything society and well-mannered individuals deemed as appropriate.

Just then, she heard the quick pitter-patter of tiny feet swiftly approaching behind her. Like a flash of lightning, she pivoted on her heels and raised her sword up high, deflecting the blow of the other sword attempting to penetrate through her skull. She heard a loud clanking sound and valiant, "Kiya!" and with a twist of her hips, she dodged another blow. Her legs moved forward, and with an offensive mindset, she swung the sword forward, and then behind. She jabbed and blocked, and finally, her katana crashed with the other. She pushed, but the force was unwavering. The girl couldn't break free. And it was in that moment that her blindfold was cast away from her face. A Japanese man gazed upon her with intensity, his blade still connected to hers. Slowly, he cast his katana down, giving her a proud smile and two distinct words.

"Good job."

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"Y'know, you did outstanding work today, Miss Reyes." the man raspily muttered after stopping at the red light in front of him. "For only a month of practice, you have the swordsmanship of Miyamoto Musashi."

The red-haired girl emotionlessly stared out the car window, observing the streets of the unsullied city that lay before her. Her hand was gently rested upon her chin, while a slender finger hung between her two thin lips. "Your praise is undoubtedly appreciated, Akio," she said, "but my real concern and attention lies in whether or not I have earned the prize you promised me. Have I passed your precious test?"

The man chuckled, and shook his head. "All this training I've offered you, and all little lolita cares about is her damn prize." He snickered, rolled his eyes, and then placed his attention back on the road. "You've passed, and the prize is yours. Of course you've earned it, Miss Ruth. Even though I think you deserve more than that useless junk."

While others fled the prestigious academy for demigods in favor of home during the hot summer months, Ruth Reyes always made the decision to stay upon the peninsula until school was back in session. She did this not out of hatred for her adoptive parents or because of a rebellious disposition, but out of a burning curiousity and a desire to learn everything she could about the world of Greek legend and mythology. The city folk near Aeonis knew a plethora about the gods and their might, and Ruth, with her mental metabolism, made it her goal to inquire them all. Fortunately for her, she had a place to say during the summer, and that place was the apartment of a demigod whom she simply called Akio. She did not know his last name, as he refused to reveal it to her. Most likely out of fear that she would figure out the terrible shenanigans he pulled in the past, she presumed.

Akio was odd, just like her. When she first came to the peninsula at the age of eleven, he was only city-dweller who offered her a place to stay. He saw something in her that most people assumed was insanity. He let her smoke and do whatever she wanted without judging her actions. As long as she "paid" him in return, (which meant making his adrenaline rise, as he had an addiction to dangerous, risky scenarios,) their relationship would always stay a good one.

"So," he started again, "Orientation day, huh? I remember starting school every year. How eager I was to start trouble on the campus. I doubt you're the same way, little lolita. I doubt you ever start trouble."

Ruth snorted. "You don't know how wrong you are, Akio. Unlike you, however, the trouble I start is never intentional."

He snickered. "Anyways, did you see the strange lightning cloud in the sky this morning? Freaky weather, I say. This place is always so abnormal. The sun's shining brightly, and BOOM! Almost made me shit my pants in bed..."

The girl's brows lowered as the car continued to accelerate forward. "Where was this cloud?"

"Just over the academy, I believe. Why do you ask?"

Ruth smirked. "Because that was no ordinary lightning cloud. That was Zeus."

Akio scoffed in surprise. "Zeus? What would Zeus with all his power and responsibility be doing at tiny Aeonis Academy? You know how lowly he thinks of the establishment."

The daughter of Athena turned to face him. "Well, that's the question I'd like to answer. Clearly he came down for an important reason. He wouldn't just leave Mount Olympus to have a chat over tea and biscuits, now would he?" In that instant, Ruth began to chuckle with glee.

Akio glanced at her in confusion. "Why the sudden laughter? You're a lunatic, you are."

She quietly shook her head. "Because this is a wonderful mystery that needs to be solved, that's why!" and with that, the car stopped in front of Aenois Academy's gates. Akio reached behind him, and from the back seat, drew a leather messenger bag that undoubtedly belonged to Ruth. "Your prize is inside," he said, giving her a quick peck on the forehead as though she were his daughter. "See you soon, little lolita. Take care" With a final nod and smile, the girl exited the car, and with her power of intagibility, passed through the steel gates as though they were composed of liquid.

She quickly strolled across the winding paths of the academy, eager to get back to her dormitory. She wasn't so happy to see her roomate, but she was excited to get back into the groove of the school year again. Suddenly, a jogger passed by. She recognized the runner as Zoe Yeoman, a daughter of Hermes, and judging by the music that blasted through her earbuds, a lover of classic rock music. Recognizing the melody, Ruth smirked, pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her list of contacts until she found the girl's name. Zoe Yeoman might not have had her number, but Ruth had hers. She quickly tapped the keys on her grey iphone and hit 'send'. The text read...


To: Zoe Yeoman
You have a great taste in music. I personally prefer "Paint It Black", as it is more emotional in my eyes, (the PTSD of a soldier after the Vietnam War is a very heavy subject to tackle,) but I guess the lyrics to that song are more motivational. Happy jogging.
-RR


Finally, Ruth entered the girl's dormitories, where she sauntered through the hallways until she found her room. She phased through the solid door, opening up her messenger bag and placing her labelled "prizes" (various blood samples of rare mythological beasts) upon the table nearby. She'd put the glass tubes in the freezer later, but until it was time to head to class, she'd do some testing first. After downing a pill intended to calm down her schizophrenia. Ruth looked around, and gingerly knocked on her roomate's door.

"Spencer?" she called, "are you awake?"

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Character Portrait: Tessa White Character Portrait: Ruth Reyes Character Portrait: Priscillia Stanford Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Spencer McKnight Character Portrait: Terrance Alcaeus Character Portrait: Juniper McKinney Character Portrait: Castor Lancaster
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Castor was working on getting things ready for orientation and his first class. He had decided to take a short nap on his desk when he heard the lightning crash. Castor immediately woke up and nearly fell out of his chair from how loud the noise was. He cursed under his breathe and picked up the papers that fell on the floor. "Well great. Daddy's here..." Castor prayed that Zeus wouldn't be paying him a visit. He wasn't in the mood for a 'father-son' chat with the big guy.

Castor finished his work and made sure his outfit was perfect. He looked himself over using the camera on his phone as a mirror when a text appeared from his favorite student. Castor's lips curled into a devious smirk when he read it and then he responded:

Hey you. I just finished up my work for orientation. My summer was wonderful but I'd rather you tell me about yours later.

Castor sent the message and out his phone away before grabbing his messenger bag and coffee and leaving the classroom. He decided he wanted to go pay his two favorite coworkers a visit and figured he'd find them together. After a few turns down the halls he stopped at the counsellor's office to find the two he was looking for. "Hello ladies." He said with a charming and seductive grin on his face. "You two look positively lovely today."

Castor noticed Terry and acknowledged him by giving a friendly nod.



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"Spencer?" Her roommate called. "Are you awake?"

Spencer groaned into her pillow and flipped over onto her back. I am now... She tossed her sheets off of her body and got out of bed. She then wiped the sleep away from her eyes before realizing her roommate would want an audible response.

"Yeah, I'm up. I'm getting dressed now."

Spencer flicked on the light in her room and made her way to her closet to pick out some clothes for her first official day at the academy. Spencer eventually picked an outfit and put it on before opening her door.

"Uh, hey roomie." Spencer said awkwardly. Both of them had been here early. Ruth was her before Spencer. Spencer tried to come as soon as possible for the sake of getting out of her hell hole of a house but she didn't know why Ruth came early. It's like she really cared if the girl told her or not. [color=#00006]"So what do you need?"[/color] Spencer asked figuring that would be the only reason why she would wake Spencer up so early.

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{ 8:17 a.m. // Daughter of Athena // Girl's Dormitory }





The wooden table jolted with energy while the various blood samples sprawled out across its smooth surface bobbed up and down in their test tubes. Reluctantly, Ruth picked up her vibrating phone. Fortunately, her agitation was appeased thanks to the sharp wit of Zoe Yeoman and her impressive knowledge of rock and roll music. She had always assumed that 'Sympathy for the Devil' was a first-person-narrative of Lucifer. However, it was possible to see Zoe's point of view. Before she could think too much about the unimportant subject of art, the ginger slammed down her iphone and continued to immerse herself in her makeshift lab work.

It was then that her roomate, Spencer McKnight, finally responded to her call.

"Uh, hey roomie." the blonde said awkwardly. Ruth didn't respond. She didn't even look at the girl. She was too busy swirling her precious test tubes around in the lamplight like glasses of red wine devoid of oxygen.

"So what do you need?"

Ruth Reyes laid back in her chair and squinted slightly. "Some silence would be marvelous," she replied, "although I do have striking news that concerns you. More specifically, your kin..."

She flipped the cork cap off of one of the samples, and drew it closer to her ski-slope nose. A particularly strong waft of bitter minotaur's blood filled her nostrils, and they instinctively crumpled upwards like a twitching house rabbit's.

"So a friend of mine saw a curious sight very early this morning: a single lightning cloud lingering over the academy in the midst of a sunny sky." Ruth uncrossed her legs, and carried the swatch of red monster fluid with her as she opened the door to her room. "Now, I've always been one to applaud the notion that this school is a like a magnet when it comes to drawing in unrealistic weather. However, with the time that this cloud should arrive, it's even more chimerical to assume that this single cloud is nothing but abiotic. Clearly, Zeus has made an appearance. And if my theory is correct, he has come down from Olympus to pass on an extremely important message. Something I believe to be intriguingly dangerous in subject...."

While she gave this grand disquisition, the seventeen-year-old searched through the compartments of the large wooden chest next to her bed. She even phased through the wall every so often, as if pacing in thought and worry. Suddenly, she gave a paroxysm of petulance as she raucously groaned and shook her clenched hands.

"That moron of a cleaning lady must have put my microscope back in the chemistry lab like she does every two weeks despite the fact that I diligently remind her not to EVERY YEAR!" with ungraceful swiftness, Ruth checked underneath the bed for her device, only to bang her hand against the floorboards in disappointment.

She sighed. "Well, it looks like I must be off to retrieve my lost possession. Kindly put those blood samples in the freezer, will you?" she asked her roomate before retreating to the front door. She expected the girl to give a disapproving retort, as most human beings would in this situation, but before Spencer could say anything, Ruth decided to fill the silence one last time.

"Oh, and a request. I do believe that the vast majority of students at this academy will not know about the thunder cloud incident that occured today, as most adolescents do not possess the determination to pry their eyes open before seven in the morning. So my dear roomate, I do ask that you keep the morsel of information I have just shared with you between the two of us. Don't want pointless gossip orbiting around the entire school, now do we?"

With a wink, Ruth Reyes gently slammed the half-opened door in front of her, and hastily made her way to the chemistry lab.