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Arthos Thror

Arthos, call me anything else, and you're going to regret it.

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demigods”, as played by MaritimeDL

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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ::
Arthos Thror

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ):
Arthos. Anything else is unacceptable.

๏ผค๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฆ ๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผด๏ผจ:
February 20th, Pisces

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ:
18

๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผค๏ผฌ๏ผน ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด:
Ares

๏ผน๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ:
12th Grade|Senior

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Male

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Hetero

๏ผฅ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Canadian

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผต๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ:
Black.


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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
โžธQuiet|โžธReserved|โžธTemperamental|โžธRude|โžธBrave|โžธViolent|โžธFearless|โžธMinimalistic|โžธStubborn
Arthos is known as one of the most violent members of the Academy. Frequently fighting, or arguing with almost anyone at the drop of a pin. This could come from the fact that he was orphaned as a child, or that he joined a raider group at the age of nine, and wasn't found until the age of 14, or maybe that his father is the god of war. Either way, he is how he is.

On the plus side, he always stands up for what he believes, even if it is wrong. Nobody's been able to make him change, and nobody ever will. He's stubborn as all hell, would argue with Zeus himself. He's never been much for owning anything either, except for weapons, and trophies. Always keeps the spoils of his hunts on the wall in his room. He's been known to cut anyone who touches them.

As much as he's a fan of arguing with anyone over anything, he tends to be rather quiet, and rarely voices himself unless he's angered. for the most part, his feelings tend to stay hidden. he doesn't feel any need to show people how he feels.


๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ”Smoking|โœ”Rain|โœ”Quiet|โœ”Hunting|โœ”Being alone|โœ”Black rum|โœ”Fighting|โœ”Meat|โœ”Potatoes|โœ”Old Western Movies|โœ”Stars|โœ”Thunderstorms|โœ”Black Coffee

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ–Parties|โœ–Social Activities|โœ–Empathy|โœ–Disrespect|โœ–Sobrietyโœ–|Mathโœ–Excitement|โœ–The word Loveโœ–Rap Music|โœ–Limes|

๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ:
โ˜  Relationships



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๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผน::
Deceased.

๏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:
" I couldn't be bothered to listen to what that selfish warmongering fuck has to say. He's disrespectful, puts himself above all others, and has continuously put himself ahead of the world he has a serious part in running. The world's in decay, and he has the balls to try and absolve all responsibility from himself. I never even heard from him until I was 14. He had the audacity to leave me a raider for 5 years. 5 years. He disgusts me, and I'd probably cut his goddamn throat if I ever ran into him."

๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผจ๏ผน:
Arthos was born in the middle of a rainstorm in late February. Besides a Midwife, nobody was there for him or his mother. Life was hard for the first few years, his mother couldn't work, dad wasn't around. Food was scarce, shelter was even more scarce. Once Arthos was old enough to hold a blade (Approx 6) he began stealing so they could eat. this continued for threee years, until he ran into a pack of travelling raiders. The said they'd give his mother a place to stay, so long as he fought alongside them. He agreed, and, for 5 years, that's how it went. They ate like kings, they lived rich, and they loved every second of it. Until he was 14.

A cold night, mid december, he found a party member was, violating his mother. "GET THE FUCK OFF HER" He exclaimed, before watching him slice her neck ear to ear. Long story short, He disemboweled and castrated his way through the entire raiding group, took everything they had, and went on his way. Walking down the road, about 5 miles away from where he once stayed, a man appeared in front of him.

The man turned out to be Ares, and he explained the situation. Naturally, Arthos tried to attack. He failed, and this cycle went on for around 45 minutes. Once Arthos gave up on killing his father, he listened. "Get to the academy. If you don't, the world is going to fall apart." That was the last time Arthos ever heard from him. He made a vow that, if he ever saw the man again, he would be ready, and he would slay the ignorant prick.

๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผถ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Speed. Nothing else is as useful in combat as speed.

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FC: Alex Miraz

Password: Probably Ares.

So begins...

Arthos Thror's Story

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Arthos awoke long before the sun had decided to show itself, along with the majority of the academy. This was the case most days, and he decided to start it the same as he did every day. He threw on a light sweater, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and made his way into a small forest just west of the academy. The moment he crossed the threshold into the forest, he lit a cigarette, and began striding down the old familiar path he'd walked so many times before. He was glad it was still dark enough for the fireflies to be out. So much of his time had been spent fighting and arguing with his schoolmates as of late, it was a nice change to get out and have some time with his thoughts, not that they were any more positive. The world was falling apart around him, meanwhile the gods sat there and watched, gorging themselves on everything they have managed to starve the human race of. Peace was no longer an option, not that war was any more feasible.

He continued his walk into a slightly brightening abyss of blue, , before taking a seat on a large mossy log, and taking out his old Nokia flip phone. He didn't have very many peoples' numbers, most at the academy did everything in their power to avoid him. Venice, however, was not one of them.

To: Venice. Sun's coming up soon, didn't think you'd wanna miss it.

He didn't expect a reply, nor was he hoping for one. Arthos had never been very good at making friends, or establishing a connection with anyone. He preferred most of his time to be spent alone, or with a select few, he never had been good in crowds. The sun was just starting to peek its' way out from the horizon. He decided it'd be best to head back to the academy, before anyone was up. The roof of the school was looking very climbable, and the sunrise was worth watching today, the sky was lit up with pink and orange. He quickly made his way up there, sat between two windows on the west wing, lit a cigarette, and watched.

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He sat up there for quite some time, until the everyday hustle and bustle began. Rumours of a guest speaker had circulated through the student body very quickly, and, according to the grapevine, it was during the introduction assembly that Arthos would most likely not be attending. As with any school rumour, everone had their theories, some wilder than others, some just downright ridiculous. He had serious doubts "Oprah" would be making an appearance, or Steve Tyler.

He climbed down off the roof, and made his way into the school, accidentally bumping into a small cliquรฉ consisting of two girls and three boys. "Sorry." He muttered under his breath, completely inaudible to anyone else other than himself. The boys looked nervous, so Arthos decided it was just best to walk away before one of them said something stupid.

On his walk to the gym, he noticed one of the people he considered a friend walking in the hallway, Isabella. He gave a slight nod and wave before continuing on his walk.

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----Blinding sunlight began to shine through the curtains to Venice's dorm, covering a portion of the room in it's yellow hue. The sun had risen now, although Venice will be sleeping in till much later. Or that's what she would be doing, had she not received a text message soon after. The irritating vibrations of her phone began to start, forcing the object to start thumping against the desk loudly. This aroused Venice from her slumber almost immediately. Hair set askew by sleep, she grumbled something unintelligent before snatching the phone from her desk, and read the text message that she had received.
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From: Arthos
Sun's coming up soon, didn't think you'd wanna miss it.


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----"Aw, shit." She flopped back down onto her bed. She didn't know whether to be upset at Arthos that she was awakened by something so insignificant or to be upset with herself because she missed a sunrise. Since she had already gone through the trouble of waking up in the morning, she decided it would be best to get dressed. She had no one important that she needed to talk to, and she had no reason to be rushed, so she took her sweet time. Soon after, she was ready to leave her dorm room and head towards the Dining Hall for the Introductory Ceremony they had at every beginning of the school year. This would mark the beginning of Venice's third year at the academy, although she couldn't say that she was very excited for it. Leaving the dorm building after getting dressed, she immediately headed towards the courtyard and looked at the bulletin board, which already had a sizable crowd around it.

"All students report to the Dining Hall at 9:30th for the introductory ceremony. This year we'll be having a special guest speaking at the ceremony, so please attend and be timely about it."


----'Surprise guest?' she thought to herself. They couldn't at least tell us who it is? Well, if they did, I suppose it wouldn't be much of a surprise..'

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Arthros didn't particularly care to attending assemblies, but it didn't seem he had much of a choice. He was one of the last ones to arrive, which was unfortunate. It would've been ideal to sit alone, but now it seems he'd have to find someone who's name he knew at least. He decided to first go get some food, before deciding who he'd be wasting his morning with.

The food looked pretty good, all things considered. He grabbed a small plate of bacon, sausage, and eggs. He scanned the room a couple of times, and decided the gym would be a better pass time. He ate quickly, keeping his head down and sticking to the shadows, avoiding all eyes, except Venice. She simply gave him a slight glare, and shifted her eyes to the dining hall, as the say that he can't just skip this. he wasn't worried about the assembly, but spending some time with her would be nice, they didn't talk often.

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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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Aprรจs moi, le dรฉluge.
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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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