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Aiden W. Stuart

"Where's the fun in laid out cards?"

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demigods”, as played by Portrait of a Sociopath

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"Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along." - Terry Pratchett







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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ:
Aiden William Stuart
๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ):
'Den
๏ผค๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฆ ๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผด๏ผจ:
April 30th
๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ:
16
๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผค๏ผฌ๏ผน ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด:
Hecate
๏ผน๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ:
11th Grade
๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Male
๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Bisexual
๏ผฅ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Caucasian| American of Scottish/Irish descent
๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผต๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ:
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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Under normal circumstances, Aiden is your average Joe, albeit a bit snarkier and more manipulative than what would be pleasant. He is upbeat and energetic, which may be a problem because he tends to direct his excess energy towards bugging his peers. Some call him mischievous, others call him mean, but one thing is for sure, he sees everything and everyone around him as a source of entertainment just waiting to have the right buttons pushed. Unfortunately, he still isn't mature enough to differentiate mischief from bullying, nor does he have much empathy or moral compass. It is a dangerous combination when left unchecked so it is very fortunate that his short attention span rarely lets him linger on a single target for too long. Unless he is crossed. Should that be the case, Aiden will go to great lengths to return the favor tenfold and nothing is beyond him.

Another fault of his would be his excessive curiosity. While it did wonders to his academics and has turned him into a resourceful individual by being a strong source of motivation, it can push him to snoop around and poke his nose in business that is not his. Gods and demigods are things relatively new to him since he had little to no contact with his mother Hecate and he did come to Aeonis to learn more about their world after all. Had he wanted social connections or education, he could have attended any other institute in the country or in the world considering his family's wealth. Instead, he had chosen to tiptoe the line between humanity and divinity and he intends to make it worth his while by digging up as much information he has on his peers and his progenitor. At least that is what he says to justify his actions. This is particularly irksome and hypocritical to many because of how important privacy is to Aiden himself. He is a distant person who rarely shares information about his own personal life with others.

All in all, he is a stand-up guy, but only to those he cherishes and that list can easily be counted on one hand. Everyone else is fair game to him and Aiden rarely cares about them beyond what is socially acceptable. If anything, he enjoys pulling their leg from the shadows.

๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:

โœ”Gouging reactions out of his peers
โœ”The occult. It is sort of a given considering his powers, but he has turned it into his hobby.
โœ”Personal Space
โœ”Sleeping in. Just sleeping, actually. When he doesn't get visions of the future.
โœ”Detective fiction
๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:

โœ–Jocks. So goddamn loud and noisy.
โœ–Beaches
โœ–Physical Contact
โœ–Overly cheery and naive individuals
โœ–Irrational actions stemming from emotions
๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ:

โ˜ Losing his powers: To say that he has accepted his mother's divine nature would be an understatement. While he isn't interested in following her footsteps nor is he particularly fond of her, Aiden has grown to embrace what gifts she had given him and would be at a lost should he lose all of it.
โ˜ Precognitive visions: Seeing catastrophes and death is never a pleasant thing even if Aiden is aware that the future is never fully set in stone. It is one power he has absolutely no control over and he hates it for that. He does what he can to ignore them, but more often than not he is left shaken after they manifest themselves.
โ˜ Hecate: He both admires and fears his mother for the power she wields. She never did him any harm, but her detachment in handling him in the past has showed him how insignificant humans were to her.


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๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผน::
Sylvester G. Stuart (Father) - A strict man who has always wanted what was best for his son. His conservative views have left him to clash more than once with Aiden, especially concerning his attendance at Aeonis.
Belladona Stuart (Stepmother) - A loving mother to Aiden, but she has little influence in other fields. More often than not, she is stuck with the role of mediating conflicts between Sylvester and Aiden.

๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผณ๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผฐ ๏ผท๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผจ ๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผค๏ผฌ๏ผน ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด:
Aiden has only met his mother once when he was ten. It was a rather brief visit and they only exchanged a few words during which she revealed her identity to him so as to assess his potential as a Demigod. She had been as awe-inspiring as she had been intimidating with wisps of dark smoke and dancing shadows following her every move. Hecate left a strong impression on Aiden, but the same could not be said of him for he was, in a sense, a late bloomer and had barely been able to lift a quill when she had visited. The child did not need telepathy to sense the disappointment (or perhaps relief?) his mother felt as she took her leave in a burst of smoke.

๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผจ๏ผน:
The Stuarts were an old, influential family that mainly lived off old money and well-placed investments after immigrating to the States. Aiden's parents met, as odd as it may be, at a satanist cult. Sylvester had been in a rebellious phase and Hecate had been killing time among mortals. Against all odds, he managed to court her and Aiden was born nine months later. Her pregnancy had prompted the Stuarts to urge Sylvester to marry her, but Hecate wanted none of it and simply brushed off any threats or attempts to intimidate her into agreeing. Once Aiden had been born, she left him with the appointed nanny before walking out of the front gates and vanishing into thin air when the guards made a move to stop her. The identity of their young master's lover surprised the Stuarts and acted as a wake up call to Sylvester who would later become the epitome of anal retentive stick-up-the-butt'ness.

Aiden would be brought up without any knowledge of his mother. The woman his father would later marry became his mother and happily took on that role while taking a vow of silence. As the heir, the oblivious demigod would receive the best education money and influence could buy, but he was expected to behave in a manner fitting of his status or be harshly reprimanded if he did not. It was a dull life, but one he couldn't complain about for its monotony would guarantee him a prosperous future.

All of this changed when Hecate returned on his tenth birthday. Although she barely stayed long enough to have tea with him, the visit made a lasting impression on young Aiden and, against his family's wishes, prompted him to start dabbling in the occult and experimenting with his budding powers. The more he played with his gift, the stronger it grew and the harder it became to control. He would eventually be directed towards Aeonis by travelling demigods and wandering apostles whom he met in occult circles he had been part of.

๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผถ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
The ability to cast illusions - While they cannot inflict physical injuries, Aiden's illusions are capable of taking over all 5 senses. They allow him to observe and learn how living things around him react to different stimuli without needing him to lift a single finger.
๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผณ:
Left-handed, but is working to become ambidextrous. His handwriting tends to be a bit inconsistent because of this.
Fluent in English, French and German.
Has knowledge of Latin
Is a city kid.


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Aiden W. Stuart's Story

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart

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    Like the majority of snotty, privileged teens whose future had already been secured, Aiden had associated his break to an absence of pressure or responsibility, but unlike platinum card-wielding teens of his age, Aiden did not spend his free time vacationing in tropical villas or blowing his trust fund on obsolete material goods. While he had been guilty of indulging in such activities in the past, they have long lost their appeal ever since Aiden had caught onto the scent of a much more unusual hobby: finding proof of the Gods' presence throughout history, more specifically, Hecate's. It involved connecting numerous cultures and lore to what he had learned at Aeonis and extensive research for humans had progressed towards an age of science and only the most rural areas had any information of interest.

    Ever since he had left Aeonis last semester, Aiden had been traveling to a number of European countries, using some cultural exchange program to avoid returning to his father. He had sent postcards back to his mo-step mother-- the words still sounded wrong even if he's known that they shared no blood for over 6 years--, but had been too busy or simply out of range of any ISP to communicate with her directly. He felt a bit guilty, but knew that she would be stuck appeasing his father if he went back. Not only was he looking into things the old man did not approve of, the methods and individuals he used to get what he wanted would surely invoke a lengthy lecture with which neither felt like dealing.

    Indeed, antique shops, flea markets, both clandestine and government sanctioned ones, pawn shops and occasional black markets were among the recourse he had to take. His goal had been simple: anything even remotely involved in any lore or rumors involving sorcery, he would inspect, and, should they be even remotely genuine, he would acquire. As a result, he had returned to the small peninsula that hosted Aeonis with a few extra suitcases of old, dusty tomes and items he had to smuggle through customs, his figurative wallet, only slightly lighter than how it was when he had initially left. Admittedly, he may have acquired some items by less than lawful ways--you pick up a few tricks of your own when you've been at war against one of Hermes' progeny--, but one thing he had learned over the years was that one's worth was in the eye of the beholder. Consequently, what was written on the price tags did not always reflect the value he would attribute to some goods that were put on sale and that had been all the better for him. Whoever had the misfortune of becoming his roommate would thus be greeted by a few crates of questionable vials, containing suspiciously organic items and leather bound books on which faded writings in obscure languages could be seen.

    He had come to the conclusion that he would not have the time to properly unpack last night after finally returning to what was his sanctuary. With that in mind, he had given up on the thought altogether to dedicate what free time he had left to deciphering an ancient tome, his latest project. The academy had give its students plenty of time to plan their return, but Aiden had purposefully pushed back the date of his return until the last minute. While he had enjoyed every moment he had spent here, he had also dreaded the start of another semester and that, for no other reason than a childish distaste for early mornings as can be seen on this particular day.

    Having been a night owl for a whole of 2 months and being someone who notoriously loves to sleep in made an early rise particularly painful, especially so due to how late he he had fallen asleep (nose still in a yellowing grimoire) the night prior. When the PA system had buzzed, it was as though someone had unleashed a symphony of kazoo next to his ear and his knee-jerk reaction had been to send everything flying in a not too subtle display of his gift.

    Only when a familiar voice was projected from nearby speakers that Aiden finally settled down, heart hammering in his chest. No freaking way could that thief get in without setting off a spell or two of what Aiden had cast on all four walls, windows and door of his room. And if Theodore had actually ended up being his roommate, which was quite unlikely, too fucking bad.

    The son of Hecate had been so engrossed in his reading last night that he had completely lost track of time. It had turned out that the artifact he had gotten his hands on had been a satirical book of basic sorcery. Whoever the author was, Hecate or one of Aiden's numerous half-siblings, had a twisted sense of humor: the spells that had been listed would work, but would yield results opposite of what had been indicated. Of course, that was usually equivalent to life threatening disasters, but Aiden had brushed that little detail aside. The fact that said book had been the heirloom of a superstitious family of hicks in some rural region of Wales only made it even more hilarious.

    Still, he would have to pay the price of his late night reading. Grumbling under his breath, he ran a hand in his dark hair to flatten any cowlicks or stray locks that had magically appeared during the night so that he could be at least semi-presentable. He was about to call it quits, when he saw that some decade old, maroon ink had somehow managed to stain his cheek, but revised his choice when his mind finally registered what he had heard.

    As much as he loved sleeping in, the first few days of each semester were a crucial time for him to locate Subjects of Interest and find new ones in the form of wide-eyed freshmen. Not to mention this mystery guest. His curiosity was definitely piqued, but that did not mean that he had to be enthusiastic about it.

    As the clock ticked closer to the ninth hour, Aiden blitzed through his morning ritual, leaving a red spot on his cheek where he had furiously rubbed at the antiquated ink. It was, fortunately for some, not enough to completely wake him up so much that he almost tripped once or twice over his own luggage. He will pick up his stuff later. That includes the numerous papers and books and vials that had been flung onto the bed assigned to his roommate. Because fuck mornings.

    Only when he finally had his first cup of jasmine tea did he deem himself ready to head over to the dining hall. On the way, he fished out his phone to send a quick text to one of the few individuals whose presence he genuinely enjoyed and whose mere mention could lighten his abysmal mood, even by an iota.


    To: Phoebe J. Lane
    eyyyy,
    how ya doing? i found some interesting items in europe. youd be surprised how indiscreet some of the gods are. im amazed theyve remained hidden so long! see you at the ceremony




    Text sent, Aiden set his phone to vibrate and slipped it back into the pocket of his indigo blazer just in time to be greeted by the sight of the dining hall. He recognized a few familiar faces, but none that he was particularly interested in socializing with so he sat down at the back with a thermos full of tea --jasmine, of course--, near the entrance, where he could observe the coming and going of his peers without the need to crane his neck, and slowly kick his mind into gear.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Lucca D'Antonio Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong Character Portrait: Abilene Beasley

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โ€œThirty four minutes isnโ€™t soon enough if you ask me.โ€ Phoebe replies to Luna with a smile. Phoebe loved mystery, she loved the unknown and the many possibilities it offered, yet even more she loved solving those mysteries. After all, every question has an answer, you just had to dig deep enough to find it. This mystery was one she could not consult her books about, instead she had to employ patience. Of course, that didnโ€™t mean that Athenaโ€™s daughter couldnโ€™t make a few educated guesses with her friends, โ€œWell, we know itโ€™s unlikely to be someone not related to the Gods in some form or other, so we can rule out most of the worldโ€™s population. Perhaps itโ€™s a past demi-god the school has enlisted to inspire us for the coming year?โ€ Phoebe suggests, verbalising her thoughts as they come to her. Phoebe can't help but laugh in amusement at her own suggestions. Despite ruling out a vast swath of possibilities, it really didn't help that much. The Gods got around, and their offspring were too many to count. โ€œIt could even be a god, though which god would feel the need to visit is as good a question as who it is.โ€

โ€œWell, itโ€™s not Deme.โ€ Abi contributes, using her pet name for her godly parent Demeter. Abilene takes a seat beside Luna, pulling her feet up so that she can sit cross legged on the bench. โ€œIโ€™d know if it was.โ€ She adds confidently before pulling another twig from the cherry tree and amusing herself by growing fresh blows from the wood and altering the colours their colours.

โ€œI guess weโ€™ll have to wait-โ€ฆโ€ Phoebe pauses as she pulls her phone out and checks the time before finishing, โ€œโ€ฆ-thirty one minutes before we know for sure.โ€ As she's about to put her phone back away it gives a quiet beep and the notification that indicates a new message appears on her screen, โ€œSorry, just a second." Phoebe apologises to Luna and Abi as she quickly opens the message and finds its sender to be Aiden Stuart.

Aiden's message may not give specifics, but Phoebe was immediately captivated by the promise of lost treasures related to her divine family. Knowing Aiden they were likely to be genuine artefacts, he would never be conned into buying something of questionable authenticity. Intrigued, Phoebe let her thumbs slide across her phone as she typed a quick reply,

    To Aiden Stuart: Surprised at the indiscretion of our uncles and aunts?? Never. Do I believe in the obliviousness of mortals? Perhaps. When can I see these items and hear about your travels? - Bee

Phoebe locks her phone and once again slides it into her jeans' pocket, glancing up at Abi as the older girl directs a question Phoebe's way. โ€œIs that Collie or Morgan?" She asks, her eagerness to see her best friends evident in the sudden light in her eyes and hope in her voice.

"Sorry Lenny, that was Aiden." Phoebe answers, feeling bad as her friend's face falls slightly. "But I'm sure they'll be here somewhere or else they won't be far away."

Abilene nods her agreement, only slightly disheartened at being kept so long from her Collie-flower and sets her eyes to scanning the gathering crowd of students in the courtyard. However, instead of fair skin and red hair, her gaze alights on the tanned physique and brown locks of Lucca D'Antonio. As always the tall boy has a friendly smile on his face, and though it might not be directed at her, Abi couldn't help but return his smile. Cheerful people always made her happy, and she fully believed that smiles were infectious. โ€œHello..." Abi pauses as she considers what type of plant Lucca is, tilting her head as she takes him in, โ€œ...bamboo stalk? No, not bright enough. Lily? Maybe, maybe..." Abi's voice trials off as the possibilities run through her head, mumbling to herself and occasionally glancing at Lucca as she attempts to place him.

As Abi runs through her mental catalogue of flowers, trees, and scrubs, Phoebe turns her own glowing smile on Lucca. "Hey Lucca!" She says brightly, genuinely happy to see her friend again. She can count both Luna and Lucca among her close friends, and she's thrilled at once again being able to interact with them after the long absence. Her fondness for her friend only increases as she hears him describe the gift he got her. She opens her mouth to protest, since she hadn't expected anything, when Abi spoke,

โ€œWhere's my present, Hollyhock?" Abilene giggles, knowing full well that she's not good enough friends with Lucca to warrant one, hence the giggling.

Laughing along with Abilene, Phoebe turns to the newly dubbed 'Hollyhock' and gives him a nudge with her shoulder, "You know, I don't expect you to get me anything, Lucca. Besides, my birthday isn't until August." She tells him with a smile, โ€œThough if it's the author I think it is, I might just be tempted to borrow it off you."

Behind the group a loud whistle sounds, drawing Phoebe and Abi's attention as their heads turn towards the high pitched sound. Standing a few feet away is Colin MacCormack, his eyes on Abilene as he draws her attention. With an excited shriek Abi jumps to her feet and, only pausing long enough to wave at the other three members, leaves the group behind in order to greet her best friend.

Phoebe gives the girl a fond laugh before turning her attention back to Luna and Lucca, knowing that she probably won't see Abi again until much later. If her years of friendship with Demeter's daughter has taught Phoebe anything, it's that Abi will be attached at the hip to Colin for as long as possible. โ€œSpeaking of birthdays," Phoebe remarks, shifting the conversation slightly as she addresses her two remaining friends, โ€œI hope you both got my cards and the bag of sweets I sent. I picked things that wouldn't go off in the mail, especially if it was being sent all the way down to Australia."

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Arthos Thror Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Hayden Cenix

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    A silent buzz at his side alerted Aiden of a new message just as another scheme had begun to form in his sleep-clouded mind. His eyes left his current target, a fidgety senior he had only met on occasion, only once he had fished out his phone and unlocked it with a well-practice swipe of his thumb. He was greeted by a response from Bee and her words momentarily chased away whatever plot he had started to weave and replaced them with a quick rundown of his class schedule while he tried to plan his day. He was a bit more awake than he had been when he had sent her the previous message and that could be seen in the improving grammar in the message he was typing back.


    To: Phoebe Lane
    lol i think how gullible mortals were made the job all the more easy. and i blame science ;) how about our next study session? let's meet a bit earlier so that we can actually get work done as well.


    He paused there, blinking at the screen, before hitting the send button and taking a sip out of his thermos. Something felt off and an inexplicable restlessness had settled into him. Call it a gut feeling, but he had the feeling that he would soon need to address his less than amiable feelings towards his godly parents and, frankly, that was the last thing he wanted to think about right now so he looked back up, scanning the large hall for any source of distraction.

    His eyes landed on the twelfth grader he had spotted earlier. Subject AHB-XI, his mind finally supplied, child of Athena and one he had not had much chance to observe yet. A quick glance back down at his phone indicated that he still had much time to spare and that was enough to spur him into action while the son of Athena was busy approaching another senior. It wasn't hard to guess what all the awkward shuffling betrayed. Poor lad picked a really bad time to make a move on his crush especially since Aiden was still dead set on proving 'Manda wrong. Or so Hecate's ever impetuous son would think.

    Seeing the short distance between his two targets, Aiden produced a wand out of his sleeve. It was shorter than most, but its size made it easier to conceal and explain without taking too much away from its energy channeling properties. True, it limited the amount of runes that could be carved into the wood, but for that was irrelevant for spells as simple as the ones Aiden was about to cast.

    With a slight twist of his wrist, Aiden tapped his thermos with his wand, making sure the piece of wood remained no higher than an inch or two above the dining table so that it would be less noticeable. "With negativity and impurity I condemn this water," he whispered under his breath while invoking the smell of rotten eggs and methane in his mind. Count on him to warp a cleansing spell into the complete opposite of what it had been meant to do. Then, Aiden slid the sealed container, liquid sloshing noisily within its confines, towards the upper right corner of an invisible pentagram he quickly traced with his wand before pointing in the direction of one Dylan Ramirez with the piece of wood. "Accept this tribute and wear it with pride. Like a second skin it will remain, detectable to all, but to oneself and until the next rainfall it will stay."

    At the last minute, however, Aiden changed his target on a whim, redirecting his wand and channeling his spell in the direction of the girl Dylan had been speaking to instead. Like many lesser spells, the one Aiden had cast did not disturb the air in its path nor did it leave any visible traces of it existence. Creatures more attuned to ambient energy would still be able to sense it, but not see it with the naked eye. Should his spell hit home, every pore of her epidermis would suddenly begin to emit a faint smell of rotten eggs. It wouldn't be enough to alert the whole dining hall, especially considering the little preparation he had dedicated to his makeshift ritual, but definitively noticeable to all within her close proximity. Except to herself of course.

    Just how strong was Dylan's crush and how would he react if the child of Apollo wasn't as perfect as he had imagined, Aiden was determined to find out and this would only be the first test out of many he had in store for him.

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Mood: Inquisitive | Status: Restless| Location: Dining Hall
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Character Portrait: Mystique Velver Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Tristan Viper Character Portrait: Terrance Alcaeus Character Portrait: Hayden Cenix

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Lurking in her talents wasnโ€™t humour-never humour but it was good to laugh at herself and succeed in making Tristan amused too and she could simply not stop smiling. Up until he proposed to race. โ€œWhat?โ€ She questioned, her brows pulling together as she slowed her pace more looking to him.
His burst of sprint had answered itself. He really had proposed a race and meant it. She had only been equipped with chucks as shoes and they were nowhere near reliable to close the distance and manage the different textures of the grounds even as a demi-god blessed with enhanced speed. But Erisโ€™ children were somewhere on the list as fast gods too and it was evident in Tristanโ€™s running.

Without much thought she took on the form of a cheetah and broke into her own sprint after him. Mystique was ecstatic with herself as she was able to shapeshift with ease and take on the body of a cheetah but she was racing for the moment and happier to see herself gaining on his two legs that werenโ€™t posing much of a match after all. The wild cat had to drop back in speed however as she approached the building where sharp turns and smooth floors lay but she had exceptional acceleration and speed on her which was used effectively as she gained the lead. Luckily, Tristan wasnโ€™t the kind to sulk about cheating or so she presumed but she was happy in herself either way as she reached the dining hall first and took on the successful properties of a cheetah. The downside of the transformation quickly struck her though as she skidded down an aisle between tables and chairs, naturally trying to claw at the floor to reach a halt.

"Easy, darling. I'm aware we have a special guest speaker but it's not that much to be excited about." Came the English voice of an older man that bought Mystique to a stop by standing in her wild drift course. She slid into his legs before noting it was a teacher. A teacher, she gulped, allowing herself to transform back and reveal her identity.
โ€œI'm so sorry, sir,โ€ she said meekly unable to meet his eyes remaining on the floor. If she weren't doing bad enough in power control she certainly demonstrated it now.
The response that she did not get to see was nothing more than a small smile and Mr. Alcaeus wandering back off to his own spot in the dining hall.

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Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke

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Dan looked up as Tair walked over him before standing himself and following his friend, if not a little slowly and dragging his feet to return the favor of slowing them down. Dan smiled as he saw Tair texting someone. "Oooo, does Tair have a girlfriend now?" Danny asked, teasing his friend as he continued to drag his feet before picking up the pace upon having the favor of yelling returned. "I'm going to hurry not because you told me to, but because I feel like it," Danny said in his most rebellious voice he has.

Dan looked down to see he owed lessons and wondered if he could somehow have Teddy steal the time so that he didn't have to give lessons and could instead spend the time with Isra. That would be nice. He would like that.

To Dylan:You see buddy, I have recently broken my voice and therefore cannot give instruction by speaking. You will only learn through telepathy, since you can't do that, I guess we can't have guitar lessons.

Danny sent the message with the most serious face he had on. He knew his friend would know he was joking and did it for the sake of making him smile. He continued walking next to Altair only to receive another text and just stop where he was without warning.

To JullieteI'm coming and don't worry, you're already a looser! You're my sister!

Danny had his half sister in his phone as "Romeo's GF" for whatever reason. Maybe it was because someone had once gone through all of his contacts to change their name to something related to their name to just mess with Danny. Dan had decided he either didn't care or liked it, but was too lazy to decide which and just went ahead and left it as it was. Dan then continued to walk, jogging slightly to catch up to Tair. Danny heard yet another text and groaned, stopping suddenly once again, then smiled at who it was and whooped, pumping his fist in the air in his excitement to talk to her. The best part? Nobody knew who he was so psyched over! Then his crush would be out and Isra would probably reject him, at least in his head that was how it went.



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Isra: I'll be there in two minutes.

Dan's contact had Isra in it as Amore Mio, My Love in Italian since few people in the states seemed to speak or be able to read Italian. Danny made the text short and sweet so he could take off running to get there as fast as possible. He ran by Altair, leaving him in the dust as he ran to reach the dining hall, ignoring the banging of the guitar on his back. He slowed to a jog as he approached so he wasn't so desperate in appearance.

Dan gave Dylan a slight wave as he took back up his running so he could reach the food line before someone else got there since he had spotted Isra at the end of the line. "I swear I will talk to you in a few minutes, thank you, I know I'm your biggest fan, I love you too, bye," Danny said as he gave a slide shuffle thing before resuming his running. He skidded to a stop behind Isra, his hands in his pocket, willing his body not to sweat and praying his dad was enough of a ladies man that he understood Dan's need to look good and not stink from exertion.

"There she is!" Danny stated as he held his arms up as if presenting Isra to an invisible audience. "So, have you gotten a new favorite song I must learn how to play so you have a fabulous acoustic version?" Danny asked as he grabbed a muffin and began peeling the wrapper off.

He wasn't sure what flavor it was, but as soon as he took a bite, he grabbed a napkin and spit it out. He dropped the gross half eaten bran muffin into the trash then hesitantly reached for one with something that might have been chocolate chips, he hoped they were chocolate chips. Dan was very pleased when it was and was able to swallow it.

"I'm telling you what, muffins are not just ugly cupcakes, they are just a different part of the cupcake family and prefer to not use makeup. So basically, muffins are beautiful as they are as they are like us, beautiful when natural. In other words, you look very muffinish today," Danny said in the stupidest pick up line he had ever used. He turned slightly away so he could bang his head on a table and lay down to die when he realized it wouldn't do any good and turned back to Isra. "So, what're you gonna do later? I did get my violin tuned if you want to come over and hear that one song from last year with a properly tuned violin," Danny asked, feeling like she would automatically say no since it was him. He would think every other girl would say yes, but the one that mattered? Why would she see anything in him? She was so much better...

Dan glanced back at Dylan and his other friends, scanning the dining area for anyone he might have missed. He saw people he knew and was friends with spaced out, then found the one guy he wasn't friends with, at all. His arch nemesis, which wasn't Danny being over dramatic, was currently doing something Danny didn't like. He debated interfering, then realized he'd have to eventually. Danny was fast, whispering under his breath so that it was only audible to him, "Ugly acts dealt to another shall return to you and become a bother."

It wasn't one of his best curses, and he could already feel lightheaded, the darkness he felt increasing on him causing him to feel as if he was suffocating for a moment before it passed and the curse was sent to encounter the jerk. Danny hoped that whatever Aiden had sent at Dylan was something really bad, not because he wanted Dylan to be in pain or whatever, but so Aiden was. It was a good jab, the first of many between the two Danny imagined. He gave a slight smirk before returning his full attention to Isra, having done the entire act when she was busy with the food options.

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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Mystique Velver Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Tristan Viper Character Portrait: Daniel Keisuke Character Portrait: Hayden Cenix

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The first sign that something was off--and that should have set off the alarm bells in his head-- was the fact that wellโ€ฆthere were no discernible physical reaction from his target. He brushed it off as excellent poker faces. The second would be the wide berth he was suddenly given and odd glances being shot his way. The third came in the form of numerous students scrunching their noses as soon as they set foot into the dining hall through the door within close proximity of where Aiden stood. And then his eyes landed on a certain son of Apollo. Well. Crap.

Something was surely up. If looks could kill-- looks that didn't belong to gorgon--, Daniel would have died a couple of times already. The people around Aiden were acting in a way that he had predicted those around the older Apollo girl would. Somehow, the effects he had expected from his spell had latched onto him instead of the intended target. How that had happened, he wasn't too sure. He just knew who had made it happen even if he had no proof.

Hecate's spawn had his attention was momentarily removed from Dylan in favor of glaring figurative daggers at the smirking meddler and identifying the problem at hand so much that he completely missed Amanda and her beau's arrival. It was unfortunate because her presence may have tempted him to step down, at least for now.

Good thing he had made sure it was just as easy to break the spell as it was to cast. A glance towards the large windows of the dining hall confirmed the gloomy presence of rain cloud. It looked as though the morning drizzle had merely been an aperitif for a storm to come.

A light nudge with his mind sent a glass pitcher crashing onto the hard floor. It broke upon impact, the crash echoing throughout the hall before subsiding until it was muffled by the sound of students chatting excitedly among one another. It didn't last long, but it was a good enough distraction for Aiden to point his wand at the cloudy sky through one of the large windows.

"Accio Nimbus," he said, smiling to himself when it dawned to him what he had just said. There was power in words and it was sometimes fortunate that not all had the power to make them reality. Some languages were more compatible with specific rituals or tools and Aiden needed all the power he had for this so he had switched to Latin. His knowledge of is was still limited compared to a lot of his half-siblings, but it was enough for what he needed.

A gust of wind brushed past the dining students, window panes and utensils clattered as a humid air front seeped into the room and ascended, invisible to the naked eye, towards the high ceiling. Just then, a cheetah came skidding into the dining hall, eliciting yelps of surprise from the new students, but Aiden ignored it and cast the next spell, "Veteresco." A dirty white puff of cloud would form. It floated harmlessly at first, but would soon gain in size until a drop of rain, then another and another descended upon the attendees. While it was no storm, it was a perplexing enough drizzle that fit the description of "rainfall," which promptly broke Aiden's first spell.

Just then, as he lowered his wand, it caught onto a nearby cup of juice that someone had carelessly left at his table, spilling its content all over the table and himself. "Aw, shit," he swore before massaging his temple when he felt the beginning of a migraine creep up on him. He let out a loud sneeze, feeling the cold settle in all of the sudden. Well, he was bound to get wet anyway sooner or later anyway.

That wasn't his most subtle display of power, but hopefully the staff had been too busy dealing with Cheetah-girl to see him wave his wand around. Just to be safe, Aiden discreetly rubbed his prints off the piece of wood with the hem of his coat and dropped the piece of wood. Then, he proceeded to give it a push with his telekinetic powers to roll it under an inconspicuous cabinet.