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Dorian Grigore

"It is not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer."

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

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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ::
Dorian Andrei Grigore

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ):
Some people call me Andre, others call me Dori, I can't discern who says what anymore, but I respond to both."

๏ผค๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฏ๏ผฆ ๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผด๏ผจ:
January, 30th| Aquarius

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ:
17

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

๏ผน๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ:
12th Grade|Senior

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
Male

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
Homoromantic| Homosexual
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๏ผฅ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน:
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๏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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โžธEloquent|โžธKind|โžธNerdy|โžธCurious|โžธQuirky|โžธEmpathetic|โžธNaive|โžธIdealistic|โžธGenerous|โžธAnxious|โžธObnoxious|โžธSensitive
A quirky one, Dorian is, he seems to be one the few person who can ramble on and on and formulas, theories, and possibilities that no average teenagers would find themselves interesting, and he always has some odd little fact sprouting up in his head quicker than his mouth can even utter the words. Dorian is a strange breed, always feeling his way through things, and approaching everyday situations as if it were some puzzle, but for him it is only really half the fun. His disposition is that of the ever curious child, someone who seeks and gleams as much knowledge as he can, but he is by no means someone who follows the usual stereotype of a nerd. In fact, he is quite charming, even deceptively so, if only people could really feel the way his heart hammers against his chest when he's forced to speak publicly, and yet he persists, because regardless of the anxiety that may sometimes hang over him, Dorian quite clearly believes in himself, but most of all he believes in others.

People know Dorian for having a kind heart, there seems to be a never ending wealth of generosity and empathy that comes form the young man, his experiences in his own country, and what's he's seen from the world, has taught him that his happiness comes from help others, and it seems that those he holds near and dear, really see him shine. Dorian is a rather sympathetic individual, and is easily moved by the suffering of others, to the point where he may abandon whatever logical, impartial decision he's made in his mind when he sees something he cannot settle with, at the same time this makes him rather brash, and he doesn't take to insults well either. Dorian is well spoken, eloquent in his speech at all times, despite his slight Russian accent, and the slips of obscenities (In Russian of course) that pass his lips from time to time, although Dorian seems as innocent as they come, add this along with his sometimes anxious behavior, and obliviousness towards certain social predicaments, Dorian can either come across as annoying and obnoxious to some, or some nerdy sweetheart. Either way, he doesn't seem to mind.

๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ”Books, books, and more books|โœ”Pretzels|โœ”The Smell of Rain|โœ”Physics|โœ”Twix Candy|โœ”Soft Blankets|โœ”Vodka|โœ”The Illad|โœ”Puzzles|โœ”Old Movies|โœ”Stars|โœ”Thunderstorms|โœ”Smarties Candy|โœ”Getting Drunk|โœ”Frosted Flakes|โœ”Building PC's|โœ”Photography|โœ”Traveling|โœ”Forests|โœ”Checkers|โœ”Fries

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ:
โœ–Cough Medicine|โœ–Humid Weather|โœ–Apathetic People|โœ–Violence|โœ–Seafoodโœ–|Physical Trainingโœ–Injuries|โœ–Rude Peopleโœ–Black Coffee|โœ–Oranges|

๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ:
โ˜  Large Holes
โ˜ Drowning
โ˜ Needles


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๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผน::
Darven Grigore| Grandfather| 77

๏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:
" She seems more interested in my following her legacy, as if she doesn't have many other children that could follow her into her realm, to put it simply, I don't find the idea that the Gods get to ignore what's happening here and stay couped up with their powers, while people like their children suffer, they probably didn't give a second thought to their children until they found out that the humans had an ace up their sleeve. Regardless, I can't say we have a good relationship, but sometimes she's able to tell me more about my father, that much....I'm grateful for."

๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผจ๏ผน:
A boy born on a blizzard day in a small cabin, left alone in a small crib after a few hours, with a father who continued to scratch his head at the events that occurred only the day before, as he stared back at his child, unknowing of the fact that his child would certainly be something special. Dorian was born on a small site, his father a geologist, looking to investigate a sudden earthquake that shook the continent apart, months before this he was entranced by a woman who impressed him by superseding even his own knowledge in the field. His charm, and her persona melded into what for years after her disappearance, his father came to realize was not love, but infatuation with who that mystery woman was. The foolish implication that he would marry her after the birth of their child, would make for a good drinking story. Something he woefully shared with Dorian's grandfather before venturing out on another investigation with his team of experts in another country, and much like Athena, he was never to be seen again after that. Fortunately for Dorian, he cannot honestly remember any of these events, too young to let it linger in his mind, Dorian grew up with his rather stern yet encouraging grandfather, a man who wished his own son could see the intelligence and ambition brimming in his offspring., and so Dorian grew and it was only made a decade after his father probably died, that Athena decided to insert herself back into his life, infrequent visits with that woman, a woman he could hardly call a mother, and it never once seemed like she genuinely wanted a relationship with him, he could easily see her ulterior motives once the Gods began to fall from their places. The last time she visited, he was forced to link two and two together from her panicked pleads for him to attend Aeonis Academy.

๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผถ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฒ:
"Oh! Definitely my intelligence, just where would I be without it? I couldn't imagine not having this amazing library of books I carry with me, and this knowledge that I like sharing with others. I sincerely believe that I can use my powers for something greater though, than just being a child of Athena. I want to use it to help the world in whatever way I can. and I can only hope that doesn't sound too ambitious."

๏ผญ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผณ:
Speaks 8 languages (English, Russian, German, French, Spanish, Arabic, Korean, Japanese)
Has a pet ball python
Has finished college education, but still attends Aeonis despite this.

So begins...

Dorian Grigore's Story

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"So, let me tell you a joke,ย  three Gods walk into a bar-"

"Oh please... Not this joke again... let me guess,ย  they all find out the patrons are all their children?"

Zeus, or rather,ย the being possessing the body directly in front of the Headmaster scratched at the stubble under his chin in frustration, as the Headmaster failed to diffuse the tense atmosphere between them, although he had to admit that he enjoyed his companions charm.

"Come on! You didn't even let me finish the joke this time... "

The Headmaster himself is rather confused as to why the seemingly all-powerful God is in his presence, of all days to be exact, a day in which some Gods look upon with embarrassment, and others complete obliviousness at the fact that they left their children in this realm, at the hands of someone like him. No one ever mentioned that he'd be babysitting when the offer came to him, babysitting for approximately ten years now. Hermes often had a way with words, so there was no doubt in Dawes mind ten years down the line that he phrased the offer ever so carefully that day. Hermes made it seem like he was going to be controlling an army of Demi-Gods, all fit to be his soldiers. Alas, no one told him that humans weren't that simplistic, so imagine his frustration during that first day a decade ago, feeling as if he'd been put in charge of a daycare.

Out of the long wanning silence between the two,ย  it was only Dawes that was forced out of his thoughts, he would skirt around the inquiry of Zeus' presence here, maybe even warm him up to the idea of becoming a part of this institution.

"You know, I was like any other God when I got here,ย  I saw no real reason to care for humans,ย  so much so that I couldn't see these kids as equals, but you know... I think time softened me,ย  you'd be surprised what you'd find here. "

Zeus snorted at the assumption that he wanted anything more than the most superficial association with the Demigods of the school, it was a losing battle as soon as Dawes mentioned it.ย  At this point Zeus turned to stare out the window; theย  window of Dawes office,ย  a place rarely visited by any other. Dawes caught that snort with a loud,ย  and rather anxious sigh,ย  one that caused the other Gods head to turn slightly.

"So you wanna tell me why you're here of all days?ย  We both know that the Gods want little to do with their own earthly kin,ย  so what's changed?"

Dawes let himself lean against his maple wood desk, there was a stirring in his heart, one that was all too familiar to the God as he waited for Zeus' answer. When had he ever sensed fear from a force like Zeus?ย  Someone whose footsteps could cause the Earth to crackle,ย  and whose voice could rob you of your hearing. If he knew anything this was most definitely bad news, the creases in Zeus aged face seemed to bow, when he faced him, an aura of despair caught up with him, on one hand, for Dawes it was a most delicious feeling being near such unabashed terror, but it was causing an effect that resonated between the both of them for only a moment, so that only Dawes could truly know what lie ahead of them, an uncertain future, but a certain sacrifice, this he could feel pulsate within him. To a human it would have looked like only a second of acknowledgement between two friends, but the both of them could sense the urgency, the silence simply accomodated the atmosphere. The usual expression of laxity that Dawes had faded into a stern,ย  and worried one.ย  He looked Zeus in the eyes, addressing him as the leader he was.

"You need to tell me what's wrong,ย  and what we need to do to fix it. "

He uttered simply,ย  the other God quickly abandoned the pretense of fear before, it was a measure to make sure that Dawes could see the need behind this cause.

" You must be aware that this institution was a service of the Gods,ย  and while not everyone agreed with its establishment or its mission,ย  it was clear that there was one purpose of would serve-an ace in the hole,ย  as humans often say. The time has come for us to use this. "

Dawes swallowed at the suggestion,ย  his mouth suddenly dry as he ran through his mind forgetting,ย  and remembering that day, an effort he wished he hadn't taken. It was beneath him to disobey an order for the ruler of Mount Olympus,but Dawes could already feel the coming command.

"Phobos my dear friend... Hear me out... "

Dawes swore,ย  that was the last time he ever wanted to hear his true name spoken to him.

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What was it about sun showers that brought an almost child like delight to people? Dorian would never know, but he knew he was caught here. An astoundingly beautiful morning on the terrace of the Academy, and he sat on a tree, his Owl form peacefully surveying the horizon, the whispy rays of sun reflected off the lens of the Owls eyes, conveying a picture truer than any TV could broadcast,ย  pixels couldn't have captured the moment better than actually being there, it was part of the reason why Dorian opted for this form on beautiful days like these.ย  The breast of the Owl puffed up as if taking a shallow,ย  relaxing breath,ย  and it's eyes continued to ponder at the palette of colors brimming in the horizon. His early bird habits were strictly because of sights like these,ย  not necessarily because he actually enjoyed getting up at 4am but for this, it was worth seeing another sunrise, because it really might have been his last. Light sprinkles of water, comparable to morning dew rained down on the Campus,ย  it wasย  hardly enough to warrant an umbrella, but he could imagine seeing some frizzy heads when he decided to head inside for the complimentary breakfast that started every year off. He hoped Dylan, was also seeing this wherever he might have been,ย  but considering that it was a long night just getting all the students settled back into their old rooms and schedules, he imagined that anybody would have trouble waking up early after a 2am flight.

While he sat, unbothered and completely at peace, Rei was bound to be around he knew, more importantly, even through the rather abysmal sense of smell his Owl form had, he could smell the cigarette smoke from only feet away. If owls could have a more apt set of expressions,ย  Dorian would have opted for annoyance as one. He turned his small body a few degrees,ย  to peer at Rei who was undoubtedly smoking on campus as usual.ย 

The Hades child waved lazily at him,ย  yawning carelessly, and then scratching his skull, wondering just why he was out here in the first place, he thought he sensed something, or there would at least be something interesting for this first day of all days. Usually,ย  there wasn't a reason to tread across Campus, but at least he found some joy in bothering his friend perched up on the tree.ย  As he was about to take another hit off of his cigarette,ย  a blur of feathers came his way,ย  swooping down on the lit stick,ย  causing him to unhand it, but Rei seemed largely unaffected by the action, as Dorian swiftly transformed in front of him. His cigarette in hand.

"Didn't I tell you that you should quit last year? Does the idea of lung cancer appeal to you in some way... "

Rei dug his hands into his pockets,ย  sighing, whilst so being utterly uninterested in trying to get the nicotine back. There was no convincing Dorian when it came to those types of things,ย  he was always sort of paternal about his friends well being, it made Rei reconsider their friendship more times than he could count.

"Lung cancer? Have you met my father? "

Dorian still had that disappointed expression of his face, and at Rei's response he was quick to throw it someplace where the other wouldn't even try to look.

" There are way healthier habits than that you know... "

Rei shrugged his shoulders, why keep himself barred from life's pleasures? Their time here was measly in comparison to the Gods,ย  even if they could live longer than humans,ย  and stopped aging after a certain time. " Yeah,ย  whatever,ย  let's get some breakfast,ย  see some old friends,ย  you know... like you do every year?"

Dorian brightened up at Rei's suggestion though he was curious. "You alright there Rei? You usually shut yourself in your room during the mornings..."

Rei stared at him one last time as if to test him.ย  "Fine then I'll go burry myself between my sheets or whatever if you don't wann-"

"No!ย  Of course I want you to come!ย  It's just so...unexpected... from you of all people. Anyhow, let's go. "

There was a sudden feeling of regret that Rei felt, as Dorian clasped his arm around his longtime rival and friend, they walked much too fast for Rei's likes towards the courtyard,ย  which already had a few scattering of students about, conversing with one another about things Rei didn't care for. He looked around at a bulletin board close by, before being dragged off by Dorian once again to locations unknown.


    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,ย  so please attend and be timely about it. "


"A special guest?ย  Guess there was a good reason to wake up after all." ย 

Rei thought to himself.

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Character Portrait: Dorian Grigore Character Portrait: Rei Inaba Character Portrait: Briar Fรถrstner Character Portrait: Levi Schultz
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"Man there's a star,
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees "
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I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€xxxxxx
YESTERDAY MORNING.

This is his home.

Everything is perfect and clean and nothing is broken. Curled upon the couch under a sea of blankets, life seemed gentler. And In a velveteen world, itโ€™s almost an escape from reality. Levi Schultz had been awake for the past two hours, surrounded by warmth of every caliber and watching cartoons on the room's single television. He sipped camomile tea and watched the steam coil around his mouth and spiral into his lungs as he blew on to the surface, sending tidal waves of boiling liquid to his face and making him throw his head back abruptly in momentary pain. He writhed himself free from his blanket-home, placing the tea carefully on the coffee table and wiping himself with a tissue. The nostalgia was warming his soul in waves as he watched Tom chase Jerry in a hundred billion million different ways. He could almost feel his step-mother's warm touch, his sister's laugh, the smell of the bakery...

"Stupido gatto, non otterrete mai Jerry!" He giggled lyrically to himself, not noticing the exact lingustics of his speech, not caring. It's the hours a lunatic such as him would be watching cartoons aimed at children, it's just half past seven and his morning ritual of incessant cleaning was all but done, so he decided the first day of his senior year was cause for- childish, yes- celebration. Of the Hanna Barbera kind.

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THIS MORNING.

London bridge is falling down. Footsteps fall, a constant heartbeat breaking the silence of the morning. Levi is racing the sunrise. A million child-like voices ring in his ears, a haunting melody. The children from his little home-town, all together, calling out in a song they do not understand. None of them ask 'what is London?' they simply sing. London bridge is falling down. Naivety concealed within the words they blindly call. They are defiant, honestly, carelessly opposing the life they have known. Forever isn't so long when you're small.

He spent his time tracing the ground with a single fingertip, drawing words- words he doesn't even conciously care about, drawing love-hearts, drawing his own name over and over and over again, his legs crossing and uncrossing in an attempt to be comfortable without touching the damp grass, laced with dewdrops that reflected prismatic against his hands. He saw things in the landscape- a patch of bluebells, swaying in the breeze, a bird in the distance- it's song shrill and tuneless, an archway covered with ivy- and he thought of people, friends or otherwise. He has countless memories in these gardens, made friends, lost friends, laughter- and often he'll pass by a spot where he remembers his freshman year- the so-called "brutto anno".

He got up to walk, tired of the bird-song silence and the wind raking through his hair, and he decided to find someone to talk to.
The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips as Levi Schultz ventured nearer to the school, the courtyard. He ached to call out to friends, but there was something about the way the wind was whispering softly against his ear that kept him from doing so. A long time ago, he used to worry that nobody truly wanted him. When they passed him on the stairs, he would ask his self if inside their heads they were wishing he had never arrived. Of course he had mostly grown out of silly talk, but the voice in his head repeats "what if? what if? what if? what if?"

"Breathe Levi, breathe deep" that what Mama used to say, "If you get a little bit anxious just focus on the things your lungs do" He closed his eyes, breathing softly, the sound of air rushing in to his mouth was audible but he didn't particularly mind.

"Silly talk, Levi, silly talk. Your friends like you. If they didn't, they would not talk to you."

Is what Mama said when you were six, her voice lilting as she stroked your hair and whispered goodnight. Every night you'd sing yourself lullabies and nothing could hurt you, not even monsters under the bed and inside the cupboard. The courtyard was sparse- each student talking in their own clique of which Levi was not a part of. He magnetized to the bulletin board, footsteps rythmnic against the ground- his eyes scanning for any information.

"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."

The special guest part was midly intruging for the boy to spend a few minutes pondering the outcomes, or identity of this mysterious 'guest'. However, he settled into a bench near a wall and slid his hand over his phone.

TO: Briar
FROM: Levi
Hey meet me in the courtyard when you get here... Also, mysterious 'guest' at the ceremony! The suspense is killing me ;)


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4:59 am, Day One, Aeonis Academy - His Dormitory > Courtyard


Dylan stared at the digital alarm clock on the table at the side of the bed; 4:59 am. He had been awake for about half an hour. He had only slept about four hours, that was around what he would usually get but, he needed a bit extra having a pretty busy night before hand, having to travel to the academy and get his dormitory set up with Dorian. He started to sit up and he yawned, stretching his arms out in the air. He looked outside the window, which had some rain dripping down it, the sunrise was beautiful. Dylan looked around the room, Dorian's bed was empty. He collapsed backwards again and rolled across the bed, falling off it. Thud! He picked his head off the ground and rubbed his eyes with his right hand, "Ow." He brought himself off the ground and shook his head, he stopped and ran his fingers through his newly shaven hair, he didn't have to worry too much, his hair grows back very quickly. He looked at his clothing, looked like he didn't bother to change into his pajamas the night before. "Well, that's easy enough, isn't it?" He took the keys and his student ID from a drawer in his desk, where he did everything. He walked to the door and gripped the doorknob as a message played on the PA, he didn't bother to listen as he stepped outside and looked down each side of the seemingly endless hall, with almost no students roaming the halls, except for those few exceptions.

Dylan checked his watch as he walked out of the building and looked around, the sprinkle of rain was refreshing, it was around 5:30 by the time that he walked over to the bulletin board, like he would every morning. The same message that was on the PA was on the bulletin board, he decided to read, it must have been at least a little bit important if it was played on the PA speakers; "All students report to the Dining Hall at 9:30 am 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." He shrugged, "Well, now I have something to do..." He started to walk off to the dining hall, despite the time. His creative mind would be able to find something to do. He pulled out his phone and decided to text Dorian on his way to the dining hall, before plugging in his headphones and playing some music.

To Dorian: Hey Dorian, going to the dining hall, meet you there and we can chit-chat and stuff, you know? :)

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