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Chauncey Moore

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

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§ . g e n d e r . cismale

§ . a g e . 18

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . demisexual, heterosexual

§ . g o d l yxp a r e n t . athena

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i p . Chauncey's relationship with his mother is surprisingly decent. His superior intellect grants him the ability to compartmentalize and shift away from seeing the world through the lens of emotions. He doesn't require his mother's presence to know that she is there for him, and they have this mutual agreement. He's pleased to have the gifts that Athena has offered him in his birth, and he doesn't ask for more. He doesn't understand why other demigods are so surprised by their parents' presence, or lack thereof, in their lives.



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§ . e y e s . a light green with flecks of grey

§ . h a i r . natural, kinky dark chocolate hair

§ . h e i g h t . 6'2"

§ . w e i g h t . 182 lbs.

§ . p h y s i q u e . tall, muscular, athletic

§ . s k i n . warm truly topaz hues

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . Chauncey is a quiet but handsome boy that very obviously frequents a gym. His aesthetics have been built in sports like football, lacrosse, and soccer. He has a rich warm skin tone, and his soft green eyes really stick out. In fact, they are his most striking feature. He has some light freckles, but you have to look pretty hard to find them. There are times where he suffers horrible acne breakouts, and he's not sure why. On those days, he has learned to accept his face for what it is. He does wear glasses, but only when he reads. He is always very well put-together, clean, and well-groomed. He's a healthy kid that has a great diet, workout discipline, and great looks. Most demigod children tend to be attractive.

Chauncey has a rather conservative style in his everyday dress. He likes sweaters, vests, nice slacks. Athena always reminded him that he should dress how he wants others to perceive him, and what he likes to project are intelligence, logic, and meticulousness. Chauncey is of the mind that no one is going to trust the brain of the kid wearing a patchy leather jacket and skinny jeans. There's nothing wrong with it, of course, but he doesn't that that says what he wants to say about himself. Perception is everything, and any person with a logical sense of mind and a basic understanding of human psychology can understand that concept. Or so, that's what he believes. However, he does enjoy a sporty look when he's hitting the gym or at a sporting event.



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§ . d e m e a n o r . curious, academic, cunning

§ . f e a r s . arachnophobia, stage fright, waking up to a world that gets dumber every day

§ . v i c e ( s) . weed, alcohol

§ . d i s l i k e s . spiders, noisy people, most crowded social situation, being front and center, idiots

§ . l i k e s . quiet places, walks late at night, cuddling up by a fire to a good book, learning new things

§ . f l a w s . kind of a daydreamer, not very modest about his intelligence, blunt to a fault, corrects people often, can't unhear or unsee things

§ . s t r e n g t h s . curious, unafraid to learn new things, intelligent, eidetic memory,

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . As with most of Athena's children, his intellect is superhuman in nature.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . Whoever said one cannot be a jock and be a 4.0 student obviously never met Chauncey. The boy loves sports because they seem to trigger something in him that is always looking for a way to win; for a strategy to victory. While he may not always be a leader on his team, he can always be trusted to come up with a sure path to a great win. Beyond the sweaty stinky locker rooms is a kid that has a love for learning no one would notice at first glance. He's not sure where he gets his love of books since his dad never read to him. He's just into it, and he learns so much from just books alone.

The world of academia comes easy for him. There is no subject that he cannot conquer (except for that one time he tried to join a choir), and all of the teachers just love him. He is a bit timid, though, and doesn't like the spotlight on him. He's happy to support his peers and teammates, so long as they don't expect him to be front and center. He has a perfectly healthy mix of social life and one of solitude and learning. The only things that people really don't like about him are that he has a knack for correcting things people say, and he can be honest to a fault. In his mind; if you say something stupid, then you should be corrected. It's as simple as that. He tries hard not to look down on people for being ignorant about things, but it's so hard when he knows that he will never meet anyone that can rival him. At least, maybe not in his age group.

All in all, he's the right amount of fun and seriousness, with a little haughtiness sprinkled into the mix.



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§ . t e a m . brain | loyalists

§ . s t r e n g t h s . memory, superior intellect, battle strategist, combat

§ . w e a k n e s s . no qualms when it comes to making sacrifices, even if they are his friends. Chauncey is always hyperfocused on victory.

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . Chauncey is blessed with enhanced conditions of strength and swiftness.

§ . e i d e t i c x m e m o r y .Otherwise known as a photographic memory, is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision for a brief period after seeing it only once, and without using a mnemonic device.

§ . b a t t l e x s t r a t e g y .Chauncey is extremely gifted in battle strategy. It is almost inate, even if he has never done "battle", so to speak. Playing sports requires a lot of strategy, so he considers that good practice. When everyone else sees nothing, he sees the world differently - almost as if it played out to him ten steps ahead.

§ . w e a p o n s . The children of Athena are especially adept at using any kind of weapon. If a weapon cannot be found, they can turn anything around them into one. Chauncey cannot conjure a weapon like some children of Athena. It's an undiscovered ability.

§ . g e n i u s . Chauncey has a superior intellect compared to most everyone else.

§ Chauncey is beyond intelligent, and that is the hallmark of all his power. This superior state of genius grants him unbelievably remarkable skill in the area of strategy and tactics, and because he can learn so swiftly, he adapts to new situations with ease. His calm and easy demeanor gives way to sift through the cacophony of messy situations and make sense of things. For better or for worse, Chauncey never forgets what he has seen and heard. He is also great with hand-to-hand combat.


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Chauncey did not experience an exciting life. He was born and raised in Germany, and his father is pretty wealthy and well-off. Athena found great companionship in Chauncey's father because he was a man that could provide a good life for a son of hers. He is smart, though not as intelligent as she--as impossible as that would be. He was also a professor that loved to travel and he spoke more than one language. He believed in books and learning and lived a life in academia. So, she met with him and they had a few nights, and a few months later Chauncey was born. She left the baby with his father under the mutual understanding that they would meet again. Soon.

Fast-forward to a young Chauncey and you will see a boy who, by the age of ten, had traveled to several countries. He enjoyed every bit of it and learned a lot. It made an otherwise boring life a little more colorful. However, when he was fourteen they moved to the United States to pursue other opportunities. It was also because he found his own love, and Chauncey supported this decision. Who was he to get in the way of his father? He didn't know much about his mother, only that she would come get him when the time was right. Logically, he accepted this. There was nothing he could do about his absent mom, and it made no sense to him that his father should be lonely. Besides that, America would be a unique experience for him.

Yet, America was the place where he was bullied the most. He found that there were... a lot of expectations pressed upon him when he got to high school. There were issues surrounding both being a jock and being an intellectual at the same time. He never had these problems where he came from, but suddenly there was something wrong with how he operated. It took a while for him to really fit in, and he didn't make many friends until his senior year. Chauncey never backed down from who he was, and that is a smart kid with a knack for bringing their sports teams to victory. In fact, his teammates began to appreciate his talent for being an innate intellectual when it came down to their grades and getting kicked off their respective teams. Chauncey didn't really want to help people that are too stupid to pass something as basic as high school, but he's always been a good sport.

He finally met his mother on his eighteenth birthday. He looked like her--a little bit, actually. Yet, here she was; smart, beautiful, the first person to whoop his ass at chess. They clicked automatically, and just as Athena thought their relationship might end up a broken one, Chauncey appeared to understand that their worlds were different from one another's in so many ways. After a couple of months, she carted him off to a new school where he would meet peers like him. Well, kind of like him anyway. He's excited about the opportunities that will be present for him but keeps to himself for the most part. Unless there's a sporting event; then no one can get him to stop participating.



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Chauncey Moore's Story

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He typically didn't mind having to attend a party or two, but for some reason - he's just not in the mood for it tonight. An evening of debauchery instead of studying for what could be one of the more important days of his life made no logical sense to him. He would rather be cooped up in his room going over the copious notes he has made throughout his time here at the Academy. There were so many things to go over - who was on what team, how would each person work with or against others, and more. Yet, his mother had reminded him that he should trust his intuition and innate ability for adapting to dynamic situations in the moment, and to remember that there’s fun to be had in life.

Chauncey has always had a lot of fun, but for some reason this pressure has been weighing on his mind. He’s nervous - as the brain and the master tactician, he felt that there was a lot on his shoulders. He stood in front of his mirror, eyes plastered on the way his hair pick ran through the tight kinks of his thick hair. At this time, the motion was more or less just aimless as his mind raced through a flurry of thoughts. People died in this game. Died. If he made a wrong move, it could be his fault. He’s not as certain that he is ready for this as his mother is.

Afterwards, he rolled his broad shoulders and stretched his neck from right to left. He pulled off the glasses that made him look like a huge nerd and popped in his contact lenses. He blinked a few times and moved out of his room to head to the party.

The party that had been going on for at least an hour, and for some people - it had been going on far longer than that.

When he made his way to the party scene, his light green eyes flicked from here to there in quick survey of his surroundings. There were always one million reasons as to why one should always be wary, and Chauncey knew them all. Unfortunately.

His gaze landed on the one really pretty brunette that he's sure just wants to be good friends. She's terribly cute but horribly naive. He finds her personality warming, even if her naivety nagged at him and really brought out a side of him that he doesn't really like. Not that he ever wished to be abusive to her, but she did make him want kick others in the face and - Athena's child or not - he's not a violent guy.

She moved away from the bar and lost her in the crowd, which left him a little relieved. He had told himself earlier that they could all die, and what if... no... he's not going to think about things like that right now. He also disappeared into the crowd, fist-bumping a few people that he was well-acquainted with and jumped up to catch Min's attention with a... jumping wave. How cool of him.





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There was no better night than to flutter through the crowd in utterly provocative attire to ho-out. She was determined to lay bare most, if not nearly all of her womanly goodies, because who the fuck knows what tomorrow will bring. People died in this event, and Cadence didn't put herself very high up on the list of survival. Honestly, she'd have to bed a few fellas, and maybe some ladies. Maybe a few at the same time if the night was going well - she didn't care.

Like a few others, she has been determined to be an early party goer. She moved through the crowds like the social butterfly that she is, putting herself on full display unabashedly and un-apologetically. She wasn't terribly surprised that there were so many students wearing way too much for a night like this, but not everyone was as free with their bodies as she.

Her first victim of the night was Lux, and she moved toward the blonde with a bright pink-lipped smile and a sparkle in her eyes, "Slay, lookin' hot, babe. I really like this look on you," she flirts around a bit. Now, she knows that Lux just isn't really into her, but that never stopped the Aphrodite spawn from doing as she pleased. Besides, everyone needed a good compliment in the word, and she liked to think that she carried that around everywhere she went.

Just to make things like - ten times more uncomfortable, she leaned forward and placed both her palms on the woman's thighs. One of her long lacquered nails even pulled at the fishnet that tightly encased the woman's leg, "The table isn't a place for a lady with this body. You should be out there enjoyin' yourself. Just a thought. Because if you don't, someone else will enjoy it for you," She leaned in at that moment and whispered that last bit in the woman's ear. She straightened herself and then tossed the girl a wink and a parting wave as she moved on.Yes, a child of Aphrodite could be both friendly and a little brutish as well.

She moved along without missing a beat, her heels clicking feverishly across the floor until they stopped at the bar. Percy. Ah, Percy - her favorite person in the whole world. She stepped around him until his personal space was utterly invaded by her, his chest against her chest - and her back against the bar counter, like it was meant to be. However, they were best friends, not amorous lovers. Though, it was easy to confuse the two because they were both unashamed people.

"You know, if we play the game right, we can share a few cuties by the end of the night." As the bartender pushed Percy's drink toward him, Cadence scooped it up because she could. Just as it looked like she might drink it, she gently placed it in his hands. Fruity beverages were not her thing. She looked over a shoulder and shouted out, "I'll take a shot of anything that will get me buzzed ASAP."

When her attention fell back onto Percy, she tilted her head a bit down to her left "I like this look. I really was hoping that more people would wear so much less," she sighed with an over-dramatic flair of disappointment. "Let's go dance, see if I can steal some of the ladies from my brother." As those words leave her lips, she was given her shot, put it to her lips, tossed her head back, and attempted to grab Percy's fingers to lead him to the dance floor.





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The last thing this party needed was the least liked guy in the whole school. He really was just a terrible soul, and no amount of lectures from his half-sister teacher would ever really get him to change his mind. By the end of the night he counts on having fun with all of his favorite people. Tomorrow was a big day, and it was best to ruin as many minds as possible so that he could have a better chance.

As he slipped through the crowds, grabbing a butt here and there and then blaming some random guy that was just as close, he bumped right into Reagan. Or did she bump into him? Well, since this is his narration - she totally bumped into him, and he wasted no time in taking advantage of it. He smelled like weed and cigarettes, and already like booze has taking over his soul. Reagan is just how he liked his girls - always thinking they could change the bad boy, and this was one really, really bad boy that could use some "changing".

His hands instantly reached themselves to her waist, his fingers falling near her hips. He pulled her in close and then feigned his best feign ever, and this boy was an exceptionally good liar. He tilted his head down to let his eyes draw her in, "Oh my, Reagan, you should watch where you are going. If you had bumped into anyone else, who knows what could have happened? You know, with all the nasty personalities in the Academy. They're all like snakes hidden in blades of tall grass, so you might want to watch your step." He took a moment to drink in her figure, and he was very drawn into the bright hues of her attire and how it flattered her body.

Then he released her to turn away to find Ali. Now, his night wouldn't be complete without asking the boy if he was going to commit suicide before someone at the Argon killed him. But before leaves completely, he looks over his shoulder to leave Reagan with one of his cute smirks.

There was Lux. That was one hot blonde, but they hate each other. One day he hopes that they could hate hate-fueled sex, though.

You know who would be great right now? His sister. They could make some serious trouble before the night is over, and he was very much looking forward to it. Asher didn't think that he would die tomorrow because he's too good for death, and he's certainly better than half of these dolts, so to say he was going to live life on the edge because of the Argon would be a lie. He always lived life on the edge.

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xxxthis dream isn't feeling sweet
xxxwe're reeling through the midnight streets
xxxand i've never felt so alone
xxxfeels so scary getting old
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Hearing someone call his name, Min’s head snapped around to locate it. Percy was easy to spot, his outfit provoking a laugh from Min. He glanced around at the empty cups surrounding him. “I don’t… think all of these are mine?” He said, but honestly even he wasn’t sure. He grinned lazily at Percy as the rainbow sunglasses and glow sticks were added to his outfit and Percy ruffled his hair. “Is that a promise?” He asked, laughing a little awkwardly. Getting dressed by himself had been… an ordeal as he tried to figure out what the hell to wear. The fact that he didn’t seem to be the most overdressed person here gave him some comfort.

He spotted a familiar figure waving at him from across the dance floor, and returned Chauncey’s wave with almost equal enthusiasm. But when he turned back, Cadence was pressed against Percy, wearing next to nothing. Seeing it made Min feel… well, odd. His brain was too confused to try and identify what it was, but he knew he didn’t like it. Min liked Cadence, and was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything actually happening there, but the feeling still lingered. Maybe it was more to do with the fact that when Percy put his arm around Min, the feeling seemed to vanish as Min laughed at being called a cutie. Ann appeared from nowhere, joining their little bubble. All of a sudden there seemed to be a lot of people in the small space, and Min’s drunken brain found it almost too much to handle. Yep, the last drink had definitely been a mistake.

Percy appeared to be able to tell that much as he mentioned getting Min a drink of water. He wasn’t sure if he was actually swaying slightly or if it just felt like the earth was just tilting beneath his feet. At the mention of a lap dance, Min’s face flushed scarlet. He was mostly sure that Percy was joking, but he’d learned the hard way not to rely on that. “Um, maybe not,” he said a little awkwardly, but managed a smile anyway.

At Cadence’s comment about hoping people would wear less, Min found himself glancing down at his own clothes, even if he was aware the comment wasn’t directed at him. Hell, even if he was still over-dressed, at least he was still somewhat on theme. Although he wasn’t totally sure it fit Percy’s criteria of colourful and slutty, even with the newly added accessories.

He heard Cadence say something about wanting to dance, moments before Percy’s hand grabbed Min’s shirt and pulled him towards the dance floor. Min couldn’t do anything except laugh, eventually managing to grab Percy’s hand as they made their way into the middle of the crowd. This was where the real party was, and even though Min was pretty sure his sober self would feel a lot more uncomfortable here, it was hard not to feel alive. He stumbled a little as Percy pulled him into a spin and was amazed when he somehow managed to keep his balance, laughing at Percy all the while. Even though he was fully aware of how dumb it had to look, he found himself mimicking Percy, even if there were times when he was laughing too much to even try and dance.

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Character Portrait: Ann Akimiya Character Portrait: Lux Slade Character Portrait: Cadence Perry Character Portrait: Percival Reese Character Portrait: Asher Scott Character Portrait: Erin Davenport Character Portrait: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore
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Asher hadn't forgotten about his half-sister, of course, as she was hard to forget. He had aimed to see what dastardly deeds she'd be up to in this party, but he had to naturally pick on his favorite (or not so favorite) people. Regarding the way he stared at Lux - sure, he had this devilish glint in his eyes that accompanied a coy grin. His expression teemed with all sorts of surly things he'd like to say to her, but he instead lays that gaze on her partner. He just thinks he's so cute and swift that even a child born of Zeus couldn't catch him.

No one could, really. He has always had that untouchable personality, and it was fashioned of true narcissism.

When his dead sister approached him, he looked down at the sachet in her hand, "You've been busy, hmmm?" He chuckled and his head tilted from side to side in faux contemplation between the devil and the.... well, other devil that sits on his shoulders. "Looking forward to the Agon? I'm more or less hoping to get a few mind games in before the event. You know, sew a little discord before everything starts."

He placed his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts and peered down at her with a knowing grin laced with underhanded wickedness that only the children of Hermes could think up. Asher had rather devious plans for the Agon, but the silver-tongued demi-god coveted these things close to his heart. You see, everyone here thinks that they are actually worthy of the favour of the gods, but honestly - most of them could go to Hades.

He divulged very little to his half-sister, believing that some plans are best kept to oneself. There were some soft targets to chase down before the end of the night; a sort of scheme he had built in his head that was comprised of making the weak feel undeserving before anything even started. While he smiled and flirted with people, there's a genuine aura of malice bubbling just beneath his flesh. All demigods were not created equal, and some of them had better treatment and attention from their biological sperm and egg donors. Unlike Hermes who only taught him that the gods were nothing more than pieces of shit.

"I'll partake," he relented, holding out a hand for his sister to place a couple of pills in his palms. Hell, he might even keep some for later just in case someone needed a little extra help. This is the time when Erin had come over and wasn't exactly a 'good vibes' kind of guy. However, he smirked at her after quickly glancing at his sister, "Our lives are already fucked up. Our parents just aren't done making us regret being born yet. Even then, I don't plan on letting myself fall victim in this game."

His calculating gaze carried over the crowd, "There are so many others more worthy that title. I can't wait to see who is left standing," he stated in an almost thoughtful drawl with a dreamy hue to it.








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She didn't mind that Percy and Min were just two guys convulsing uncontrollably on the dance floor just for the fun of it. By this time, the effects of alcohol already courses through her. The Aphrodite spawn was feeling a tad airy-headed. While she might normally enjoy a more provocative dance style, she knows that this pair of men weren't exactly into having her grind her feminine goodies all over them. In fact, she suspects that Min may have some sort of problem with her but she doesn't have much evidence. Then again, she firmly believes that people are either into her or firmly against her for one reason or another.

The trio was just having their fun on the dance floor; no sexual deviancy in the undertones of her swaying hips and boob shimmies. They all looked ridiculous, and she was happy to be joyous and free with them before the Agon. They were not on the same teams, and she's honestly worried about the things that might happen because of it.

On the note of being genuinely afraid of what might transpire, her russet gaze snaked through the crowd until they landed on the Hermes pair. Asher has been giving her the creeps for a while now, and just before he could turn around and catch her looking over there, she averted her eyes back to her present company. The idea of being on his team was... foreboding and it gave her a frigid feeling. Even thinking about it right now riddled her flesh suddenly with tiny bumps of gooseflesh.

He was going to kill someone. She just knew it. Yet, she didn't want to spend another second thinking about the situation. As a child of Aphrodite, she had weaknesses that many here do not. It would seem, for the most part, that no one here was as attracted to her as they should be - as though they had some kind of armour against her god-given appeal. Cadence didn't have, what she considered, useful skills. Skills that every one else here had - slight of hand, godly strength, superior intellect, necromancy - she had nothing of value.

There was a second where the smile faded from her lips, and she cleared her throat and shoved that smile back into place before it lingered long enough to betray her thoughts, "You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks." The dulcet timbre of her voice was as preppy and cheery as ever, hopefully conveying that nothing was wrong and all is normal.



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Chauncey, on a normal night without any damning thoughts about what lay on the horizon at the peak of a new morning, would be having fun. Instead, as he weaved like a serpent through the sea of dancing bodies, he was connecting lines to dots - and these dots were other demigods. Everyone had weaknesses and strengths, and through watching them train and go about their lives, he felt like he knew them well enough. At least, what they show to everyone. Gods only know what may lurk beneath the surface.

He scanned the crowds and caught some faces that he wanted to talk to, others that he'd do well to avoid. His cheery mood had long since dissipated, and he couldn't understand why anyone would be partying right now. A hangover sounds like a horrible thing to have in the morning given the circumstances that will surround tomorrow. His mind fled to that one brunette he crushed a bit too hard on, but she seemed occupied. Maybe it was for the best. The sad reality was that she could die tomorrow, or he could. What was the point?

Just as he thought to move along to the bar, the daughter of Aphrodite bumped into him. It didn't affect him at all. It was very much like a feather hitting a wall of muscle, but that did mean he'd have to make sure she didn't topple from the collision. He grasped her shoulders to make sure that she was steady, "You okay?"

Then his eyes traveled down, down, down... down to that wonderful, cushioned, malleable - no, he had to straighten his attention out. He knew better, but it was hard and Cadence didn't seem to mind a bit. He was not really attracted to her when she wasn't around him, but her Aphrodite allure always hit him like a crashing wave of lust and sordid thoughts.

The woman straightened herself out with Chauncey's assistance,"Oh, I'm fine." She brushed an errant strand of hair behind an ear and dragged a hand over the opposite arm with a worried brush. "I guess I am just worried. You know? I don't have... useful skills. I'm trying to enjoy my life, but gods - how?" The tone of her voice was soft and low, and Chauncey could hear her just fine.

He wanted to be reassuring, but he didn't know Cadence that well. He knew of some of her abilities, but she was one of the few that he worried about. Not to mention the fact that she's on the team with the Academy's biggest asshole. "I think you're going to be okay. I'm sure you have something that no one here has seen before. Just... be careful, you know? You're on the team with the trouble-makers."

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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: Kal Min-Su Character Portrait: Wesley Tate Character Portrait: Chauncey Moore Character Portrait: Elliot Mills
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percival reese
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"I don’t… think all of these are mine?" Min said in regards to the copious empty cups that surrounded him on the bar. Percy just raised a questioning brow but didn't comment on it. This was the one night where it didn't matter. Although, to be honest, it wouldn't matter to him most nights. After all, he did enjoy a party. But with the looming dread and possibility of their deaths, letting loose was in order, for some more than others.

"Is that a promise?"

Percy smirked at the playful remark in regards to his own comment about helping min get dressed. He took a sip of his drink then flashed the timid drunk a playful wink. "You bet, sweet cheeks."

Then before they all knew it, the trio was on the dance floor. Surprisingly, Cadence didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by his strange gyrating that Min quickly seemed to join in on, accompanied with the most adorable drunken giggles. Percy kept worming his way around the two almost like a figure eight. Every so often when he passed them by, he'd give them a twirl or even a very exaggerated dip.

At one point when he slid behind Min, Percy even managed to slip his furry coat onto his tipsy companion. This left him shirtless, while all of his colorful accessories rested on Min. His smile grew as he grabbed ahold of the fluffy collar and made Min shimmy along with him.

When Percy looked over at Cadence, his dancing slowed slightly as he noticed her smile fade. But she didn't let it show for long before quickly plastering on a large cheerful grin, no doubt in an attempt to hide whatever it was that was going on in that head of hers. His brows furrowed slightly in concern when she looked back toward him. But he said nothing. It was a night not to linger on the imminent dread but have fun and whatever was worrying her... She didn't want to talk about it. And he respected that.

"You boys have some fun. I think I am going to go grab a couple of drinks."

Percy kept a loose hold on his jacket that swallowed Min, while his other hand gently grabbed Cadence's arm before she left. "Hey. It'll be ok." He gave her a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. "Text me if you need anything, ok?"

Once she was gone, he turned his attention fully back to Min, giving him a large mischievous grin. "And then there was two." Percy spun around and playfully shook his butt towards his dancing partner. He contemplated even grinding on him, but he decided he wouldn't scare the poor boy too much in one night. He'll save that for the after party. Because he'd be damned if this Agon killed anyone he cared about. They all were going to survive. They were.

"Alright, dancing queen," he said while running a hand back through his now sweaty hair. "Tonight is the last night of life as we know it. And as a way to celebrate the end of this chapter of our lives, it's bucket list time." Percy made his way behind Min, taking ahold of his shoulders as he leaned his head forward to speak quieter in the male's ear. "What's one thing you want to do before you die?"

As Percy made his way around Min to stand in front of him, he popped the collar of the fuzzy jacket. "Now before you say anything," he interjected, holding up an index finger. "No 'skydiving' or 'win the lottery'. I'm a miracle worker but not a God. So, if there is something we can tick off tonight, I'm going to try my damnedest to make it happen."




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“Well you are the expert on bitchiness, so I suppose you’d know.”

"Thank you for noticing," Seb smirked then downed what remained of his drink. Her jabs left room to be desired, along with her company. Neither one of them seemed particularly interested in the other's company but rather their friends talking to one another. He could feel his jaw clenching at the sight but he tried to take a deep breath and not pay attention to it.

After a moment or two, he looked back to their other company, giving Lottie a sweet and charming smile. The girl was blushing and smiling from ear to ear. Sweet girl. Far too naive for his liking. Some men, enjoyed the innocent ones. He knew a fair few of boys like that before coming to the academy. They prided themselves on how many girls they took from a saint to a sinner. Deflowering preacher's daughters was their particular expertise. The conquest is interesting but the pay off wasn't worth it in Seb's opinion. Flirting was always enjoyable, but he preferred women and men of experience to warm his bed.

”Does that mean your costume’s young Hefner or European gigolo? They’re both so tacky, it’s hard to choose.”

"Believe it or not, people in the civilized world believe in dressing up. Not wearing 80s band tees stained with ramen from 2 nights ago." Seb set his empty glass down on the bar and proceeded to adjust the cuffs of his shirt and sports coat. "It's called having taste, not that I'd expect you to know what that is. You'd probably think a mustang and eating at Golden Corral is classy."

No longer desiring to waste his time with Abby's presence, Seb took Lottie's hand and place a gently kiss upon her knuckles. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep. We'll need you at your best tomorrow." He gave the girl a gentle smirk, before guiding the blonde that still lingered around him to the dance floor.





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“Ooooh I’m always down for some ogling.”

“I vote for both, but only if you promise to tell me if anyone catches your eye,” Ali offered in return.

It seemed that once the counter offer left his lips a little bit of Reagan's laughter died and her cheeks flushed. There already was someone who caught her eye, although she never voiced it to anyone. Not yet, anyway. Part of her felt like, once she said it out loud it would somehow reach him and Reagan was never particularly good at being forefront with her feelings. But on the other hand, she knew the rumors about her and Elliot. She felt like no matter the truth, everyone would always assume that was her 'secret crush' rather than believing anything she said. And deep down, she knew those rumors probably ruined any chance she had with that person anyway. Yet, her gaze still lingered in the crowd, wondering if it land on him for just a moment.

So, instead she tried her best to give a genuine smile and nudge Ali's arm. "I only have eyes for you." Reagan laughed and gave a flirtatious wink.

Reagan took Ali's other offered arm and let him lead them into the pulsing ocean of bodies that ebbed and flowed to the beat of the music. This was a night to celebrate and unwind. Tomorrow their lives would change, presumably forever, and even with everyone partying and enjoying their last night of fun... She could feel an underlying tension in the air. Like everyone was trying to drink and dance their worries away, but they still lingered there like everyone was holding their breath.

The three of them danced in a circle. They laughed and smiled as disco music came on and they all embraced their inner Travolta. Reagan tried to clear her mind and let the weight that rested on her shoulders cease, if only for a minute. But it seemed their lighthearted dancing was coming to a quick end. Maya stopped dead in the middle of the song, causing Reagan to freeze and look toward her. “Ali-!”

Reagan quickly reached out and took one of Maya's arms, hoping that Ali managed to grab the other. She tried her best to support her weight. But she was sinking to the ground, so instead Reagan squatted down and helped aid her to her knees until whatever it was passed. Minutes felt like hours as she waited for her friend to regain consciousness. She lost track of how much time passed until Maya managed to speak once again. "Air!"

"It's ok. We've got you," Reagan reassured her as she helped Maya to her feet. She draped the girls arm over her shoulders, so her hand could help support her waist. "Ali, can you grab her some water? I'll get her outside."

Once she had a strong hold on Maya, Reagan started pushing their way through the dancing crowd. As they broke through the horde, the air instantly felt cooler and not as thin. She glanced back toward the party one last time before they stepped out, and that's when she saw him. She didn't let her gaze linger, maybe because she didn't want to get caught looking... or maybe because he was talking to another girl... One that was far more beautiful than she ever hoped to be. It was probably for the best anyway. No one wanted to be part of the rumors that circled her. And Reagan would most likely die in the Agon anyway.

She took a deep breath as she looked away and helped Maya outside. The fresh air managed to take away Reagan's breath. It was almost like, for the brief time they were in there, she forgot that air wasn't heavy and moist. Luckily there was a bench not too far away that she was able to guide themselves toward. Once Maya was seated, she sat down beside her with a soft sigh. "Are you ok?"




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“Of course I worry about you." For a brief moment, Lux's leg stopped bouncing and everything seemed to freeze. Or was that her heart skipping a beat? Her brows raised slightly as she looked up at him. But then he continued. "We’re teammates." Her heart sank and her gaze fell back down to her hands. "Nothing is more pressing than watching out for each other right now.”

"Right. Right," her voice trailed off as she agreed, nodding her head slightly. Then there was silence. Lux started chewing on her bottom lip but could think of nothing to say. She didn't understand why being around Wes made her feel that way. It was like whatever logic she had slipped right out the window. He was the polar opposite of her. They went together like ketchup and chocolate... they didn't mesh. Yet, every time she walked into a room her eyes searched for him. And even when he said the wrong thing, she remained there, hoping he'd fix it somehow.

The silence began to grow uncomfortable as the music shifted to something slow and people on the dance floor began to pair off. Lux sighed softly as she pushed off her seat. "Well, I should probably let you—" She began to say as she stood up, but froze when his offered hand stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked down at it, puzzled.

“Do me the honor of this dance?”

Did people still talk like that? She thought immediately. It took a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. But when it did, her heart did skip a beat then. Lux's gaze drifted between his offered hand and his face multiple times as she searched for words. She had none. Instead her right hand raised slowly, trembling slightly from the nerves she was trying to fight.

Lux didn't know what she expected when she took his hand. She couldn't recall if her and Wes had ever touched each other besides perhaps training. Yet there they stood with her hand in his. And while it was something she wanted, longer than she would care to admit, her mind kept trying to scare her out of it. His suit cost more than everything she's ever owned... combined. Standing side by side it was yin and yang, even down to their hands. His was soft, almost porcelain while his nails could have been manicured. While her own were callused, with nails chewed short and chipped dollar store nail polish.

There was thousands of girls in this world better suited for Wes. At least twenty at the academy alone. Yet he asked her to dance. And there she stood, looking like an awkward punk band reject taking his hand... like an idiot.