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Calden Archer

Hot headed son of Zeus.

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a character in “Gods and Monsters: Olympus Has Fallen”, as played by Kohananinja

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xxxC A L D E N x A R C H E R xxxx c h i l dx o f x z e u s x




"Yippe ki yay motherfucker!"
- Bruce Goddamn Willis




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Cal

a g e x // x18

g e n d e r x // xcis-male

s e x u a l i t y x // xBisexual

l o y a l t i e s x // xLoyalist (For the moment)

r e l a t i o n s h i p x // x Zeus is a dick. Calden really wishes he could just leave it at that. Unfortunately, there is this sick little part inside that craves his approval, that nod from on high, and Calden hates himself a little for that.

r e p u t a t i o n x // x Calden is a bit of a mixed bag when you talk to the other students on campus, and the Calden you get often depends on who you are to him. He can be bold, cocky, and a complete ass to some, and protective, generous with praise, and even kind in a way with others. Most know of his explosive temper though, and most are wise enough to try and not garner the brash demigod's negative attention.

a m b i t i o n s x // x Calden has been training to join the Agon since childhood, as his enhanced strength manifested earlier that considered normal, and he was forced to attend Legacy at a young age for everyone’s protection. As one of the strongest students on campus, no one was surprised to see him enter as a Brawn, though a few eyebrows have raised over his choice of group, as his ex is on the team as well. Whatever his motivation in joining that team, his goals remain clear; win the Agon, and wipe the floor with Abby Jarvis. )






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'10

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

h a i r x // xCal usually keeps his sandy blond hair neatly trimmed in a sharp looking undercut.

e y e s x // xCal's eyes are a pale gray blue that reflect the color of the sky before a summer storm.

o d d i t i e s x // xCal paces. When he's thinking, when he's pissed, when he's happy. Any loose energy often gets channeled into that unconscious move.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xCal is easy on the eyes, and he's pretty insufferable about it. He might not preen in front of a mirror as much as some of the children of Aphrodite, but he is very comfortable with his shirt off, and since the breakup of his only real relationship at the end of freshman year, he's know for chasing tail. With his smirking eyes and boyish grin, he's usually successful in his conquests. When fully dressed, Cal is a jock through and through, preferring sports ware and a classic jeans look to any of the fancier duds some of the other guys in his grade favor.






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P O W E R S

e n h a n c e d - p h y s i c a l - s t r e n g t h x // x It is no exaggeration to say Cal can dead lift a small car. His raw strength is neigh Herculean, and this usually gets him designated as any team's heavy lifter.

l i g h t n i n g x // x Lightning control isn't really something Cal inherited a knack for like some of his siblings, his prior attempts piss poor at best, but he is immune to it, like all children of Zeus.

e n d u r a n c e x // x Calden can take a hit, and keep on hitting. It takes a lot to really down him, and he can withstand blows that would reasonably incapacitate an average human.



S T R E N G T H S

m e l e e - c o m b a t x // x In close quarters, Cal is a beast. Skilled with most melee weapons and with brutal strength behind them, Cal is a deadly opponent to step into the ring with, armed or not.

r e l e n t l e s s x // x When Cal's on a mission, nothing gets between him and what he's after. He's very good at zeroing in his focus when he needs to.

l o y a l x // x When Cal makes a promise, he fucking keeps it. Period. His view with people is the same. If he's adopted them as his, he's mostly immovable on that stance, and he is just as constant with his grudges.



W E A K N E S S E S

r a s h x // x No one claims Cal is the brains of any outfit. He reckless, and sometimes easy to bait, rarely thinking first before he charges in headlong.

p i c k s - f i g h t s x // x Cal is pretty confrontational by nature, and he is incapable of backing down when an disagreement escalated to that level.

o v e r - c o n f i d e n t x // x Cal buys into his own hype sometimes. He's strong, and it takes a lot to really count as a hit for him, but he isn't invincible. Cal often overestimates himself and what he can handle, and that can be a dangerous weakness to exploit.



F E A R S

i n v i s i b l e x // x Cal NEEDS recognition. From his friends, peers, teachers...Zeus, whomever. He craved that validation like a drug. No one can ignore him if he's the best. If he isn't the best, then what's the point of anything he's done up until now?

l o s i n g - p e o p l e x // x Cal doesn't handle change well in general, but he especially can't stand people leaving him.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Calden Archer likes to think he’s a pretty simple guy. He’s athletic, loves the rush of a win, and he’s very good at bringing them home. He’s a confident guy, and why shouldn’t he be? He knows what he’s packing, in every sense. Hell if he’s gonna hide that fact. He’s brash and crude, and has a temper sometimes, but damn if he isn’t honest about it. No cryptic double talk from him. If it rubs some people the wrong way well, their loss. Cal can be a fun dude all things considered. When opportunity presents itself, he doesn’t hesitate, just acts, the first to jump on a bar or into a ring. Bold, decisive action wins the day more times than not, and Calden loves to win. Thinking just overcomplicates things, so who needs it? Not him, Cal would much rather rely on instinct any day. If you’ve got an opinion, say it. If it feels good do it. If it doesn’t, then don’t. If it’s yours, protect it. Simple.

The reality is more complicated. Cal likes to think he’s invincible, his skin an amour of smirks and unquestioned superiority. But there’s one fatal chink in that armor. No one can touch him if he’s the best, or ignore him, which is all well and good until he’s not. Cal spent a number of his years in well-meaning isolation, his entire self-worth wrapped up in the outward titles, praise, and attention doled out to him sparingly. Cal likes to view himself as an open book, a straight shooter with a filthy mouth often curved into a sinful smirk. There are few people he truly takes that armor off for though, and just allows himself to be at ease with. The truth is, in some ways Cal’s just tired, in a bone deep way he can’t really explain. There’s a hole there in his chest he fills with adrenaline, and booze, and sex, and whatever else he can rush headlong into next. The only time it every feels a little bit smaller is during that rush of victory wherever it comes. So yeah, he NEEDS to be the best. Once that’s truly acknowledged, maybe then he can finally just rest.






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H I S T O R Y


Children of Zeus can be unpredictable. Their power levels, and when they manifest, have never been uniform, but even the untrained observer knows eight is young. Cal remembers things about his mother. She was nice, had blue eyes, liked to play the Bee Gees and the Beach Boys and have slumber parties by the big picture window during thunder storms so they could watch lightning crack across the sky together. Ten years is a long time for memories to fade though, and Cal holds onto the frayed edges of what he has left with both hands. His story isn’t anything special. A lot of kids here have dead parents, boohoo. People are fragile, accidents happen, and trucks flip. His mother hadn’t been anyone special, except to him. So what if Cal might have been a little pissed that day when he dug himself out from under a literal ton of crushed metal with little more than a scratch, and his mom didn’t. Zeus found him there, tearing the fucking thing apart trying to get to her, and that fucker had the gall to act proud, like Cal had just done something praise worthy. What the fuck did he accomplish huh? His mom was dead, and nobody gave two shits but him. Not really. So he’d kicked the guy, and he laughed, and Cal might have never quite forgiven him for that. Being picked up and comforted by the bastard was almost worse in a way, but eventually he settled…and stopped trying to throw the other car through an intersection, so there’s no arguing with results.

From there it was to the academy proper, because what the hell else were you going to do with an eight year old who can bench press a small car? For a long time, he was the youngest kid there, and frankly, a pretty angry one. No one his age lived there, everything he touched broke in his hand, and everywhere he went, people gave him this stupid sappy pitying look, and he hated it. So maybe he learned how to do a few things that would wipe those looks off their faces. Cal became very good at picking fights, and he started that early. If the only ones around to pick them with were years older well…so be it. Not the smartest move on his end, but Cal’s never claimed to be the fucking brains of any outfit. So yeah, he spent a lot of time knocked around and bruised up in those days, but every time he got one up on another kid with years on him, well…eventually Zeus would pop in and give him that look of approval. And Cal would just…drink it in. The king of the gods was give him the nod, him. It was a fucking high is what it was, and it always made him hungry for another hit. And then he’d feel dirty about it, because Zeus? That’s they guy who walked away from mom like she meant nothing, and Cal can barely even remember what her smile looks like anymore. And then he needed to punch something to get that feeling off his skin, and the cycle begins again.

So by the time middle school rolled around, was Cal a showboat? Sure. Why the fuck not? He was the strongest kid on campus, no one, not even the high schoolers fucked with him. He owned this school, and even made a couple friends along the way. Jesse was older but cool, like a big sister who showed him how to steal candy (He was never going to get over how weird it was being in her class and calling her Miss Bower.), and with Maya things were just easy. She’d smile and sometimes hold his hand and they’d play on the beach, and no weird complicated feelings were involved. He didn’t have to really try with Maya, which was lucky since they’d been the youngest kids on campus together for years until they hit middle school, and he hadn’t planned on letting that change. When it did, they’d stayed friends, though he privately mourned that past closeness. Even so, for a while the world was close to perfect…until one blonde bitch showed up and fucked with his life.

They’re aren’t many demigods who can go toe to toe with the son of Zeus, matched blow for blow and hold their own. Even fewer can actually beat him. Abby Jarvis did it. And then she did it again. And again. And again. And it pissed him off. So he tried harder, picked a fight and challenged her out and open whenever he could. Sometimes he won, but never with a sword. She gets him on that every time. Which is just…unacceptable. Calden is the best fighter in this school, but he can’t claim that title if Abby fucking Jarvis can beat him in the ring at sword play. If he’s not the best, then he’s nothing. So he’ll win. Come hell or high water this Agon is his proving ground. He’ll be the best, or he’ll be nothing at all.





#ffdf42 x // x #ffdf42 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Colton Hayes x // x c r e a t o r x // x Kohananinja x // x c s x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Calden Archer's Story

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Character Portrait: Maya Torres Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Sebastian Rhodes Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Reagan Devereux Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Abby Rae Jarvis Character Portrait: Ali Hughes Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Calden Archer
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Wesley Tate // Child of Hades// Brain // Location: Legacy Academy
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Wes had been nursing the same glass of scotch for the better part of an hour. As he’d never been one given to the loss of control inherent to drunken revelry, that wasn’t necessarily odd, especially with the Agon starting tomorrow. Considering his role was as chief strategist for the team, one might even call his moderation prudent. What was odd however, was his lack of killer focus. Women had always been drawn to Wes, or his wealth and position at least, and that effect was quantified exponentially in the presence of his best friend Sebastian. On a normal night, he would have already sequestered one of the girls vying for his attention for the evening. The game he played was a delicate one; women were just as competitive as men, and winning was an intoxicating aphrodisiac. They’d play along for a time, but the kind of women he attracted didn’t share. If he didn’t give one their metaphorical tiara soon, the game would be a bust, no one leaving happy.

He just couldn’t make himself care, and that in itself was frustrating. Not having absolute control over his own emotions grated, and while logically Wes could identify the source of this change, he refused to acknowledge it to himself for what it was. And then, as if the mere whisper of a thought had summoned her, Lux was there, wearing the most ridiculously fetching getup he was almost embarrassed to admit he found appealing. His eyes chased her all the way to the bar with a look that smoldered like heated coals just waiting for tinder to ignite. He was so caught up, that he almost missed Seb’s remarks entirely.

“Now now, it’s not nice to tease unless you intend to follow through Seb.” Wes tossed back as a playful smirk twisting his lips. If the suddenly flushed cheeks were anything to go by, it was a proposition many of the girls here found appealing. Wes could practically see the wheels of fantasy turning in their heads as they imagined all the wicked things these two handsome men might do to each other nestled between the sheets; not to mention anyone lucky enough to be brought along for the ride. It was an amusing role to play to, and one Wes might have easily slipped into for an evening of meaningless fun…if not for those fishnets.

Hands were on Lux’s thighs, fingers twined in her fishnet stockings, and something primal and possessive roared to life savagely at the knowledge those weren’t his hands. Instead they belonged to Cadence, a practiced hand at charming unsuspecting demigods herself, and looking like the personification of sex itself in her curvaceously fringed attire. It wasn’t rational what Wes felt, like a flare of challenge one feels after spotting a true competitor threatening what was yours, but logic wasn’t driving this train at the moment. “Excuse me.” was all Wes got out before striding away, weaving through the crowd as quickly as possible. Cadence was still gone by the time he managed to make it to Lux though, leaving him standing there feeling uncharacteristically foolish.

“Are you alright?” Wes asked, feeling stupid for not having something better ready at hand to say to help him feel less off balance. “Did she try something?” He continued, eyes scanning the crowd suspiciously as he found her dancing now with Percy. He was a rival competitor from another team, but also Lux’s friend, so he evaluated the likelihood of any coordinated foul play as low.


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Abby Jarvis // Child of Ares// Brawn // Location: Legacy Academy
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“Right…” Lottie agreed skeptically as her eyes followed Lucas’ retreating form, only to snag on a trim and neatly tailored form that made her more often than not feel weak, and liquid, and a little out of breath. She still couldn’t believe she was on the same team with Seb, instincts often warring between hovering close by, and fleeing in a daze of awkward panic, but now she had a legitimate excuse to talk to the beautiful son of Aphrodite, and it was dizzying. “Gods he’s beautiful…” Lottie sighed, looking moonstruck as she watched him move like a prince in command within his kingdom. He was in his element here, so confident and unapproachable it made her heartsick.

Abby's eyes followed Lottie’s gaze, landing on their teammate with much less admiration. No one with functioning eyes could deny Sebastian Rhodes was beautiful, but the appeal was greatly diminished by the fact Seb was a stuck up prick who could give Narcissus a run for his money. “Don’t feed his ego. A couple more compliments, and his head will burst.” Abby drawled flatly as she brought the bottle back to her lips to take a swig of her newly acquired whiskey.

“I just...he’s so wonderful.” Lottie gushed, taking Abby’s free hand in her own as moral support as she staring mornfully at the absolute cloud of admirers hanging about him, even as Wes made a sudden exit. Did something happen? Mustering up her courage, Lottie decided to take the spirit of the evening in hand. “We should say hello. It’s a party right, we’re teammates, it would be rude not to!” Lottie recited with forced cheer to blanket over her nerves, dragging Abby forward with her as she approached Seb and his remaining gaggle of hangerson.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Abby warned, not nearly drunk enough for the inevitable confrontation about to ensue. In truth, she could have broken out of Lottie’s grip easily, just slipped away in the crowd and avoided this crap entirely. But Lottie was a nice kid, a little too sheltered, and so painfully besotted with Sebastian Rhodes that a blind monkey could tell. Frankly, Abby didn’t trust Seb to be gentle with the shy sophomore or her school girl crush, so if she couldn’t dissuade Lottie from doing something stupid, she could at least ruffle some of pretty boy’s feathers real good for some payback on her behalf.

“Hi Seb! I like your cuff links.” Lottie chipped before the horror of what she’d led this conversation with really hit, soldiering on with no real cognizant control over what began spilling out of her mouth at this point. “I just mean, coral tones really work for you is all. Not that you don’t know that right?! You’re you! Everything looks good on you. Just the roses were a nice touch, very chic, and you know me, always appreciate a nod to the flower power!” Lottie laughed nervously.

Oh kid…Watching the train wreck in front of her ensue, Abby took a sympathetic pull of whiskey for them both. Nope, she was definitely not drunk enough yet for this shit, but hey, in for a penny and all that. “The glasses do help distract from that whole fathead situation. Good choice” Abby tossed out glibly, deciding it was time to kick the hornet’s nest for a proper deflection.


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Maya Torres // Child of Apollo// Special // Location: Legacy Academy
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Maya still hadn’t quite forgiven Helen and the others on the party commission for going with the retro rave theme over the far more appropriate spring break beach getaway (They had a lake right there for gods’ sake!) one she’d spent the better part of a year planning out. She had to admit though, that it was going well, but she still maintained her tropical slice of the party, especially in the middle of so much neon crazy, was the best part. Besides, she sure as Hades wasn’t wasting this outfit after all the time she’d spent putting it together. Threading LED lights through a coconut bra and hula skirt was a surprisingly arduous undertaking, but the results spoke for themselves.

The frozen pineapple mango concoction Maya had been sipping on was a bit strong, but there was just enough sweetness counteracting the bite to leave a myriad of flavors playing across her tongue. It also helped to calm the jitters she’d been feeling for a while now. Maya couldn’t really put a name to it. In the pit of her stomach was this persistent dread, an instinct telling her something was wrong, but she had no idea what to do about it. Was it just nerves over the Agon? Graduation maybe? She couldn’t tell, which was troubling. Maya liked to think she was pretty intune with herself and intuition, it’s part of why she’d signed up for the Agon in the first place, but this feeling was something she couldn’t puzzle out. So it looked like cocktails for now would have to suffice.

Moving through the crowd, Maya waved to friends, danced a little, and made the rounds. Things had begun livening up once the fireworks went off, and Maya couldn’t help admiring some of the more creative handiwork playing across the sky in colorful sparks. It really was a beautiful night, though outside of Cal on the dance floor earlier, she’d yet to run into any of her closer friends. Set to rectify that, Maya continued through the crowd until she spotted a colorful 90’s print shirt that was too loud to miss. “There you guys are, you look so cute!” Maya cheered as she came up and hugged Reagan and Ali from behind, careful not to spill their drinks. Ali usually hated these kinds of events, so she was thrilled to see him here now. “Ali you’ve got to try the smoothie stand, they’ve got these frozen rum mixers with every kind of fruit you can think of, and they’re delicious.” Maya gushed, knowing her friend’s refined palate was probably their best bet for loosening up to the atmosphere.

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