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Andreus Zervas

"My own past haunts me, so I live with the pasts and memories of others instead."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, as played by fading-into-eternity

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{"When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.” -Dale Carnegie}
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|{Full Name}|
Andreus Apollo Zervas

|{Nickname}|
Dreus // Andy // Andrew

|{Age}|
Twenty-four

|{Nationality}|
Atlantian

|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual

|{Occupation}|
Museum Assistant No. 1

|{Group}|
Orphic




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|{Appearance}|
Andreus has dark skin and deep brown eyes, that he gets from his mother. He has a broad and tall stature at six feet even. He has large hands ans feet, and muscular shoulders and torso, due to the fact that he often plays fútbol on his spare time. He is fit, to say the least, and has a confident walk despite his kindly manner. His hair is coarse and curly, and he keeps it short so that it doesn't get out of hand.

|{Power}|
Clairempathy // Dreus has the ability to detect and recognize emotions from another person or thing just by either touching them or willing himself to when he is near them. He can find emotions from the moment of from another place and time entirely, like what was felt in the past.

|{Likes}|
curating ♢ art ♢ coffee ♢ strawberries ♢ happiness ♢ smiling ♢ warm places ♢ pianos ♢ fútbol ♢ Apollo ♢ history ♢ statues ♢ museums ♢ learning ♢ laughing ♢ making connections ♢ blushing

|{Dislikes}|
Miracle Pills ♢ uncleanliness ♢ criminals ♢ scientists ♢ darkness ♢ separation ♢ onions ♢ fear ♢ needles ♢ supremacy ♢ bugs ♢ illness ♢ laboratories ♢ discrimination ♢ weapons

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Dreus has always been a piano player, since as long as he can remember, and he is quite good at it, often being asked to play at the Museum, Cabaret, or Pub. He also enjoys playing fútbol with his friends in the field near his apartment building. Dreus can speak Greek, he taught himself, and Spanish. He is trying to learn German, and is interested in learning other languages as well.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
He mainly fears laboratories, because of his past, but he also isn't too fond of the dark or uncleanliness. In fact, he has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. As well as those regular weaknesses, Dreus becomes very tired after using his clairempathy, often times nearly passing out. Also, if the feelings or emotions of the thing he is finding are very strong, then Dreus may begin to feel that way too, which can be dangerous and overwhelming in some situations.

|{Secrets}|
No one knows this, but Andreus was used as testing for the Miracle Pill against his will, when he was a young teen. He still has scars on his arms from IV's and shots, and scars around his wrists and ankles from metal rings that held him down. He doesn't like laboratories, scientists, or many medicines for this reason.
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|{Personality}|
Andreus has a generally friendly resting face, which is lucky, since he is one of the nicest and most charismatic people you will ever meet. He feels that it is easier to be a constantly positive and happy person instead of being pessimistic. He is always going out of his way to help others, making him late for work often, but he isn't fired only because he is so apologetic and good at what he does. Dreus is great with children, and adults, and he loves interacting with people, although it often makes him tired. He is talkative, especially when it comes to things that he loves, and he loves to listen when people are passionate about their own topic.

He is very organized and must have things clean because of his OCD, so his room and desk are nearly spotless, and he tries to keep the orphanage as clean as he can. Andreus takes his friends very seriously, and treats them like family, which is endearing since he has none. He is intelligent, extremely so, and he takes to languages very quickly. He loves history and artifacts, and loves to share information about things that he knows. Because of his power, he is empathetic, and good at comforting others. In every sense of the words: he is a people person.

Dreus hates being late to things, it makes him nervous, but he ends up being late most of the time anyway because he stops and has conversations with people. He stops for coffee everyday before work, and is a naturally energetic person, though he does get tired after long days. He spends his free time outside or playing music, and loves to watch people be happy.




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Andreus grew up in an orphanage in the darkest of places in the Orphic area, near Alterist ground. It wasn't a terrible childhood, other than the sinking feeling that he had been left behind by parents who could potentially still be living. His caretaker was an old woman named Cleo, who gave him the patron God and middle name Apollo, who he has always looked up to as inspiration. Cleo did the best she could to take care of the several children in her small orphanage, and Dreus, as the oldest, found himself constantly helping out, learning how to work with other people and at the same time, growing up. When he was home, Cleo taught him Ancient Greek classics and her native language of Spanish. Those in the orphanage are his family, and he rarely thinks about his biological family anymore, and instead cares for the orphanage kids and thanks Apollo for the luck he has experienced.

He spent most of his childhood outside, and learning from the society around him, after learning how to read and write in the orphanage since there wasn't enough money or time for school. As Dreus grew, he learned more and more about the history and conflicts in Atlantis, and went to study them further in secondary school. He studied for two years, and then, due to hardships at the orphanage, had to return and care for both Cleo and the other kids. When he returned he found that many of the children had been forcefully taken for testing by reckless Alterist scientists, and in going to save them, he was taken as well. Andreus was 15 when they began testing on him, and all of the other children were younger. As he was the last to be released to to his own haggling, he was 16 and a half when he could finally return to 'normal' life. Afterwards Andreus spent all of the free time that he could manage at the museum, and knows the whole place like the back of his hand because he studied each piece in depth. When he got the job there, he was ecstatic, and spends as much time as he can in the museum and curation rooms, often helping and teaching people. His life has changed since that job and he still thinks that he learns more every day than he did in school.

The rest of the time, he goes home to the orphanage, where he is still the oldest but some of the other teens take over for him in the daytime. Andreus has a very busy schedule, full of people past and present, and as times are changing, so is his life. Because he grew up underprivileged, Dreus had always had an appreciation for the small things in life, and his addictive personality helps him spread his joy with others. He wants to keep up with the Orphic ways in which he was taught, even after capture, and he hopes that the scientist will realize their wrongs, although he is biased against them.



|{Theme Song}|
We Move Lightly // Dustin O'Halloran

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|{Face Claim}|
Alfie Enoch ^^
Character Dialogue || #466e46
Portrayed By || fading-into-eternity

So begins...

Andreus Zervas's Story

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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~




ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...




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Andreus left the Ceremony with a smile on his face. No matter the situation, the Sanctuary always succeeded in making him feel at peace. It had been a lovely ceremony, as always, and now it was his job to rally the children home. This of course was like herding cats, so he scanned the crowed of Orphics leaving the Sanctuary on his tip-toes, searching for the seven orphans who had come along with him.

"Four of us here," A voice said to his right, and he turned to face the second oldest of the crew. At seventeen, Amara was tall and lanky, almost as tall as Dreus himself. Next to the teen was Lee, who was fifteen and stubborn, his arms crossed over his chest, scowling, as usual. The two next to him were twins, and at seven years old, Karissa and Noah were inseparable. The two were holding each other's and Amara's hands, to stay with the group and not run off.

"Great, have any of you seen Lincoln or Matteo?" he directed the question mainly to Amara, who nodded her head.

"Yeah, they're going to the Delis house for lunch," she said, smiling softly at the look on Andreus' face. "Don't worry, they were invited, you know how they're friends with the Delis kids." Andreus nodded at thins and took another look around the emptying Sanctuary for the last and youngest of the orphans, Lila, who was five and more curious that ever. He caught a glimpse of her fiery red hair near the waterfall, leaning precariously over the edge to look into the pool.

"Lila!" He shouted, rushing over to the girl and sweeping her into his arms just as she began to fall into the water. He exhaled and adjusted the small girl in his arms. "Don't do that, you could have gotten hurt, μικρέ." The little girl nodded silently and looked at the ground, ashamed. He kissed her forehead and she giggled as they returned to the rest of the children.

"That's everyone, the rest are at home," Amara said, and began to lead them out. Andreus took the lead as soon as they made it out into public, Lila still on his hip. "There's a lot of people out, so stay close to me," he said, weaving through the crowds who were lined up and waiting for the parade. He saw several familiar faces along the way, and smiled at them, but his job was to get his kids home and then head to work, after all, the museum would be a popular place today. They reached the house after around fifteen minutes of weaving through the crowds, and were greeted by some of the other children at the door. Dreus set Lila down and she ran off after kissing him on the cheek.

Andreus checked to make sure everything was in order and made sure that if anyone decided to go to the parade they would use the buddy system, and after kissing Cleo on the cheek as she lay in bed and making sure Amara could handle things, he left, swinging his suit jacket over his shoulder and putting his hand in his pocket. It wasn't often that he got to dress up, so he decided to make the best out of it and had shaved and worn his best clothes. Meandering down the street for a while, he stopped only to let others pass, and made it to the museum on time for once, heading straight to the employee room and putting his jacket back on.

He stepped out into the public galleries now, ready to meet and greet families and give them backgrounds on the pieces that were currently on display. His smile widened, this was his favorite part of the day, for sure. With a wave he greeted Charis who seemed to be absorbed by one of the exhibits.

It's going to be a busy day," he called out as he walked towards her, feeling that she was happy yet apprehensive, and came to a stop beside her and gazing at the shipwreck that towered in front of them. "I can't wait."

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Jackie Rusa was spending her first Conjoinment Day completely and utterly alone. Weirdly enough, this didn't bother her as she quietly shelved the books she had stacked in her hands, walking through the maze of bookshelves with ease. The smell of old books and old wood shelves wafted up to her, calming her tingling senses. As the last book found its place between two others, she brushed a stray curl back from her face with a long slender finger. She sighed, the soft sound shattering the complete silence that suffocated her. Sometimes she felt so alone in this world, trapped between two bookshelves, hidden away in a gigantic library surrounded by forgotten tales of love, adventure, and tradition. But then she'd spot a book she'd recognize and she'd sit down and read, filling the gaps in her existence with someone else's story.

She supposed she should probably watch the parade or go to a party of some sort instead of stuffing herself in her library for the night, but without her dad it just wasn't the same. Every year they would watch the parade, then meander down to the museum where he would tell her stories about the Orphic's, about his grandfather and his great grandfather and every tradition passed on down through her family (the gigantic library being one of them).

Jackie made her way up to the front of the library and turned off the lights for the night. She closed on Conjoinment Day because nobody ever visited on that day, too many other festivities in mind. Although she did have some great ancient literature preserved carefully in a special section of the library, some of the more famous and historical books she had donated to the museum, so most people made a trip there rather than the library when they wanted to commemorate the day. With one last glance into her dark library, she shut the door and locked it.

She pushed her way through the crowd to reach the museum not too far away, hoping to get in before people rushed in after the parade. When she pushed open the doors some families could already be found milling about. She wove her way through the maze of exhibits, stopping briefly at a couple that looked new. She skirted past two employees, not really looking for a run down on Orphic history (since she'd spent a good deal reading about it.) She continued on until she found her favorite exhibit, down the hall from the great ship wreck exhibit. It was what seemed to be a rather ordinary looking inkwell, more pot like, to match the Minoan style. Her great grandfather had made it as a gift to his wife who was a well known writer of her time. However, he wasn't much of a potter and it took him five times just to get the shape right, twice more for the clay to dry and set properly without breaks or cracks. His wife had loved it so much that she used it every time she wrote, and when she died she passed it onto their eldest daughter until it came into Jackie's dad's possession, him being an only child. As he was not a writer and the inkwell was starting to get some chips and cracks in it, he decided to give it to the museum so that others could admire it.

Jackie's father had told her this story every time she came here.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared longingly at the glass case holding a lifetime of memories.





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"Black coffee please. No cream no sugar. Atta boy Johnny." The voice of one of his regular customer barely registered in his head as he automatically tipped the coffee pot, little the dark liquid splash into the cup. Rickie, an older gentleman who came here more often than some of his employees did, sat in his usual spot by the diner bar.

"Coffee and Cream Cafe" Wasn't just a coffee shop, they also served sandwiches and breakfast, but their menu wasn't huge. The drink menu well surpassed that actual food menu, but John had decided to add in a counter by the register and barista area for a bit of a closer feel.

"Anything else I can get for you Rickie?" John asked, walking around from the counter, coffee pot in tow, ready to refill some of the customers waiting at the tables. It wasn't too busy because it was Conjoinment Day, but it certainly wasn't slow because some other places could be closed. John didn't bother to stick around for Rickie's reply because he knew it would be a no, the man only ever came here for coffee and never had food. Moving from table to table he noticed a sort of buzz between tables. People were kinder, occasionally getting up and striking a conversation with an Alterist or Oprhic, despite issues. It made John happy to see people recognizing each other as people rather than Alterist vs. Orphic. Tomorrow it probably wouldn't be this light and cheery. In fact lately his little coffee shop had been tense and high strung. Just the other day he had to kick an Alterist man out for nearly starting a fist fight with one of his older Orphic regulars. Things have been weird lately.

He strode over to a lone woman sitting a table. She was rather pretty and John put on a wry smile, gripping the coffee pot tighter. Maybe he would be lucky and wouldn't be alone again on Conjoinment Day.

"Excuse me, beautiful, would you like some more coffee?" He asked, holding up the coffee pot with a casual smile.