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Duke Loycen

"So are you gonna be a toy soldier or your own man?"

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a character in “In Demigods We Trust”, as played by Sparky Salvatore

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So Cold ✧ Just Like You ✦ Behind Blue Eyes ✧ Last Resort ✦ No Easy Way Out ✧ Thou Shall Not Kill Remix
{"Do not wish ill on your enemies. Plan it."}




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| N A M E |
Duke Andrew Loycen

| N I C K N A M E |


| A G E |
Eighteen/18

| G E N D E R |
Male

| P A R E N T |
Ares

| B I R T H D A T E |
December 7th; ♐

| E T H N I C I T Y |
Romanian/Italian/Greek

| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual




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{"I'm not one for stereotyping but do I look like a Son of Apollo to you?"}




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| H E I G H T |
6'1"

| W E I G H T |
172lb

| E Y E C O L O R |
Brown

| H A I R C O L O R |
Brown

| A P P E A R A N C E |
Duke can often come off as stern and intimidating with his solid young build. He is firmly sculptured from head to toe but can bury it in looser, generally darker clothing if not in his tank shirts.

| O D D I T I E S |
Duke has a faded Romanian accent. Scars down his back left from whippings by Ares that never healed.




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{"You gotta fight for what you believe in otherwise you're just an object."}




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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦Loyal ✧Calculating ✦Brave ✧Practical ✦Headstrong

Though Duke prides himself on his observation skills and ability to calculate (among Ares standards) the truth is, tame as he tries to be and work out stresses as he may, Duke has little to no fuse when it comes to igniting his temper and little tolerance for whingers. As a man that's down to earth and highly action-based, he cannot see why others don't change something they don't like while there is always something people can do about it. This can often be expressed in a thick layer of sarcasm, bluntness or outright blind siding them. But if someone were to endure his snark and ask for help, they would receive it.

Most of him operates by never surrendering, never backing down and taking action so naturally he gravitates towards those with similar guts and flare and a competitive streak. Otherwise, he can be quite cold and distant in particular company or moods just reinforcing the distance best between he and others. To most people it may fall as a surprise that though he often sees black and white, he isn't against different views and opinions as long as they stick to their guns. In fact there may be a good hidden proportion of him that enjoys the sharp wit of debate like any other form of challenge.




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{"With great strength, comes a curse."}




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| P O W E R S |
✦Super Strength: A power Duke has earned and does well but can not always control.
✧Durability: Duke is great at enduring hits ever since Ares demonstrated what real hits feel like. He has so far endured a range of great attacks.
✦Weapon Manifestation: Duke prefers to work with his fist to make it more 'personal' but if he wants a weapon he will manifest it and wield it easily enough. Though he is not a master of all.

| S T R E N G T H S |.
✦Combat - Duke took it on himself to learn a mix of different styles of combat to assist in victories.
✧Protection - From a young age he played protector and does look out for others even when he may not like to.
✦Assertive - He is often firm footed and stands by his views and opinions.
✧Reflexes - Duke is quick in thought and reaction time. His reflexes are razor sharp.
✦Competitive - The competition and challenging nature keeps him active and striving for progression. It also never lets him turn down an opportunity.

| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Temper - He is obviously ill tempered and short fused. It does not take much to stir him and result in rash actions
✧Protective - There is a protective instinct that courses deeply in him that can make him rush into battle.
✦Pride - Duke is a little too prideful. An insult to his pride effects his temper.
✧Insomniac - He is often up and moving or planning instead of sleeping at night. He feels it is a luxury he can't afford.
✦Paranoid - Duke is slightly paranoid yet hopeful a war is coming.




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{"Don't try change me and I won't change you."}




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| H O B B I E S |
✦Practicing - "I'm not going to deny there's both pleasure and room for improvement in fighting."
✧Running - Exactly that.
✦Swimming - What works all his muscles and lung capacity? It also keeps Duke's mind preoccupied.

| H A B I T S |
✧Stand Offs - Even subconsciously, when standing before someone as a potential threat, his chest puffs out and he holds his gaze.
✦Un-Relaxed Hands - When still, his hands often ball into fists or find some other preoccupied movement.
✧Plotting - "While we rest our foes could be gaining ground. We need a war tactic."

| L I K E S |
✦Sparring - "It comes with the blood. There's always new moves to learn."
✧Music - Like most people, he doesn't mind a bit of rock in his ears.
✦Work Outs - Duke still understands the importance of staying in shape and blowing steam. Not to mention the intimidation factor it can bring.
✧Fighters - "Those who fight and work for what they have and what they want, I can respect."
✦Vehicles - From helicopters to motorbikes, Duke is an utter lover of the machines.

| D I S L I K E S |
✦The Weak - He can not stand those who dare to complain about something but have no intentions of changing it. If they want to change their helpless status, training is always there.
✧Being Compared - "To anyone in any way. I'm my own man."
✦Mouth Offs - Gloaters and boasters, mr. superiors, piss him off. And even those that wield words as weapons. "I can hit them right?"
✧Losing - As a prideful and often victorious man, losing can cause a stir in him. "Well to be fair I don't think anybody walks off fist pumping they lost."
✦His Temper - No, he doesn't like how prone he is to violent outbursts.

| G O A L S |
✦Best Ares - "Watch me part a goal from a dream."
✧Be Fearless - While fear will likely always exist, he would like to overcome them
✦Weapons Proficiency - Though Duke isn't bad, he desires to be a master. Know every weapon, their origin and perfect the wielding.

| F E A R S |
✧Brutality - Duke is afraid he'll snap one day and cave into the blood lust, performing an over kill.
✦Being Buried Alive - And borderline claustrophobic, due to nightmares and one real event.
✧Not Being There - In vital moments, like when or if he's a father, or someone needs protection.




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{"Haven't you heard? It is far better to be feared than loved."}




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| B I R T H P L A C E |
Romania/ ConstanΘ›a
| H I S T O R Y |
Expectations seemed to be set on him from the beginning of time because of his Ares blood. His mother worked as a stripper to keep a steady income and fell pregnant with another child to his recent Step-Dad (a high class business man), and that's when Duke was promoted to body guard and financial keeper. The duties of being a man were quickly thrown on him. Back then, having not known his real father, he had high moral of discipline and respect to his single, busy mother so followed those orders like a good soldier, particularly when Silvia added "that was his purpose in life." After the birth of Julie, his mother reluctantly returned to work and he was to prioritize the safety of his little sister.

Silvia was always a little jumpy and worried outside her job, and as time grew, feared Duke's judgement. But he never did judge her, only hated that she had to go at constant risk of low-lives and fanatics creeping on her with hungry eyes and touches. All the peace and discipline of a good solider went out the window when his mother returned with bruises and cuts and a tremor one night. He begged and pleaded for her to tell him who did it to her, but she didn't supply that information to her son. Brock whom she could place her trust in, she told, and asked if the family could stay with him.
Brock was much more respectful with his mother, he could see that in a matter of minutes. And he wanted her out of that life. So knowing she and Julie were safe, Duke found the opportunity to hunt the scums down.

Unfortunately, his actions resulted in jail, where Ares made the first appearance laughing on the other side of the bars at his son. Ares acted proud of the destructive behavior, wrapping an arm around Duke's shoulders and chuckling, acting all buddy-buddy, which was the first form of praise Duke received. But from there, there was only rapid decline and punishments; for being caught, for being soft, for not executing a move, for not punching someone, for not finding the academy sooner. Ares trialed his son's endurance to the very extreme.

| F A M I L Y T I E S |
*Ares-Father
*Camille - Half Sister
Silvia-Mother
Brock -Step Father
Julie-Half Sister




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{"Not until I draw my last breath."}




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| F C |
Theo James

| C O L O R |
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| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Sparky Salvatore

So begins...

Duke Loycen's Story

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Blood On My Name
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The tower stands as tall as any man made construct, it looms over the island of Aeaea, keeping a watchful eye over the island, and standing as a reminder of the Gods presence to the Demigods that take residence on it's shores, and within it's walls no mortal, human or otherwise, has stepped foot inside of it. At the top of the tower, in it's highest inner sanctum rests the Chamber of Council, a meeting place for the Gods to discuss the state of affairs, and other topics that they deem worthy of their time.

In the Chamber of Council, on the first day of the fall semester for the academy, and the day where most of it's students are returning from summer break, on this day Zeus has called forth a meeting. The inside of the chamber is a large, open clear sky with no sighs of a door, or any sighs that it is in fact a room. "I have gathered you all here today to discuss a disturbing vision Apollo has had. Apollo if you will." Zeus stated, his voice being thunderous, and commanding, as one would expect the king of the Gods to sound.

"Right, thank you for such a stellar introduction." Apollo smirked, but was responded by an annoyed groan by Zeus before he returned to the topic at hand. "Well lads, and lasses, I've recently had a vision that I feel like I should share with the group. You know, as the humans say sharing is caring." "Get to the point idiota!" Ares snarled at him, which was followed by a chuckle by Hermes. Zeus shoot a quick glare at both of them that caused them to shut right up. "Anyways, my vision is about the academy, and I believe that it will come to pass soon."

"I saw blood, a river of it. An invasion of Minotaurs, and iron birds. The sky shattering to pieces, and the tower here crumbling."
Apollo explained. "What bothers me the most is that it was.....hazy, unclear. It reminded me...." Before Apollo finished his sentence he looked over at Zeus, as if asking him permission to go forward. Zeus gave him a nod to proceed. "It reminds me of the fall of Olympus....it's....as jumbled, and foggy as it was. It was too late when I got my vision about Olympus, I fear it might be too late for Aeaea."

"Minotaurs? That's impossible! They were killed off, me and Artemis made sure of that." Ares stated as he pointed over to Artemis, who merely grunted in agreeance. "And as always Ares you entirely missed the point." Athena chimed in. "This is troublesome. This is obviously related. The question is how. How can these events be related if they are millennia apart?" Athena pondered as she rubbed her chin. "I have been saying it for decades, we need to shore up our defenses! Increase patrols, personal, better weaponry, and equipment!" Ares stated. "If it was up to you dear brother this entire island would become a military compound rather than a place of learning."

"And would that be a bad thing? What are we preparing them for if not to fight in our name?" Artemis chimed in. "War is not something that a civilized people work towards." Athena stated in her ever present cold manner. "Pfft, war is the law of nature. Survival of the fittest, the weak will be rooted out in it's embrace." Ares growled. Before another word could be said shadows suddenly appeared within the center of the room, forming into a doorway that Hades stepped out of.

"Well I hope I didn't miss anything too interesting." Hades said as he took off his red tinted sunglasses, and placed it in his overcoat's pocket. "Nice of you to finally join us brother." Poseidon said in an annoyed tone. "Well you know me little brother, always have to make an entrance." He smirked. "We were discussing a vision I had, about the destruction of the academy, and the island." Apollo stated, bringing him up to speed. "Oh, well that does sound like it may be a problem. Let me know how it turns out for you. I have my own dealings to take care of, the Underworld doesn't run itself you know."

"We must prepare ourselves. Ares, you are correct, we must shore up our defenses. You are also correct Athena, we can not turn this island into a military base, we must not tip off those that work against us that we know something." Zeus ordered as he finally spoke again after taking in everything. "Ares, Hephaestus you two will enhance our defenses, and prepare our security forces for anything that may happen. Artemis, Athena I want you two to help Apollo make sense of his visions. As for the rest of you it shall be business as usual. Keep a watchful eye out for anything that may be out of the ordinary. That is all, you are dismissed."

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"Boom! There goes your head!" "No fair, you always know where the rocket launchers spawn! Cheater!" "I'm sorry you suck so bad." This type of talk went on between a young Jensen, and his little brother Nolan as they played a video game. "So where do you want to lose at next? Beaver Creek?" Jensen then looked over at his brother. Nolan was leaning against the wall in the far back, with a large chunk of his shirt burnt off, and a large burn on his chest. Jensen, on instinct, rushed to his brother's side, who was shaking, and gasping for air.

"Nolan!" Jensen shouted as he got over to his brother. He lightly slapped Nolan on his face, and tried shaking him to wake him up. Then Nolan just completely turned into ash. Jensen stood there in shock as the remains of his brother slipped through his fingers. The surroundings then changed around Jensen, now being in a cemetery, and standing over a grave marked with Nolan's name. Jensen looked down, and at the other graves lined up in the row. The names were familiar. Amanda Cartwright, Isaac Herbert, Grayson Foster, Keo Kealoha, Kai Kealoha, and the list goes on. All people he goes to school with.

Jensen stared at the names, especially Amanda's as he began hyperventilating. Panic then began to set in as he stepped away from the graves. Jensen bumped into something, stopping him from moving backwards. He turned around to see it was Zeus towering over him. "It's only a matter of time Jensen. It's only a matter of time before you destroy everything." Zeus said as he pushed Jensen forward. "Like....You....Always....Do." Zeus said as he poked Jensen in the chest with each word. Jensen then fell back into a open grave, seemingly falling for miles.

Jensen's eyes shot open as he awoke in his bed. He ran his hand down his face, and looked over beside him to see Amanda still asleep. Jensen looked over at his clock on his nightstand, it was nearly seven o'clock now. Jensen sat up as slowly as he could, and got out of bed, trying not to wake Amanda up. He knelled down, and pulled out a suitcase underneath his bed, and opened it up, taking out a couple boxes from it. Presents he got for Amanda during his summer break. Though they were all but boyfriend and girlfriend, just not officially. Jensen likes his privacy, and so they're on the down low, though he's pretty sure most, if not all of the students at the know they are seeing each other.

Jensen looked over at Amanda, and let out a sigh. 'What am I doing?' He wondered to himself as he watched her. Jensen laid down next to Amanda, and wrapped his arm around her, and began kissing her below her ear, and down her neck. "Hey, time to get up." He said, trying to give her as pleasant a wake up call as possible. He placed his hand on her chin, and gently pushed her to face him, and then he passionately kissed her on the lips.

"Oh! I didn't have the time to tell you this last night, but I got you a little something over the break. Well a couple of little things." He said as he placed the boxes he took from his suitcase, and placed them on the bed. He opened them up, one contained a first edition Outlander novel, another had four multi color seashells, and then a smaller box that contained seashell necklace. "Didn't know if you had the book or not, I know you like those romance novels so I got it for you. And I know how much you like shells, so....uh there you go. Hope you like them, not much of a gift giver."

Jensen's phone then made a noise, signaling that he got a text message. Jensen leaned over, and grabbed his phone to read the message.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Club meeting at the usual spot. Now.}


Jensen sighed as he closed out of his messages.

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✦ Madness In Me ✧ Clothing: Long Sleeved Shirt, Torn Jeans ✦
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Isaac's head bobbed up and down as he listened to his music blasting loudly as he worked on a circuit board. He worked on the circuit board with a pair of goggles pushed down on his face to protect his eyes from sparks that would fly off from the circuit. He was in his secret lab where he works on his more sensitive projects. Behind him stood several tall figures each covered with a sheet.

Isaac then heard his phone going off, signaling that he got a text. He sighed as he laid his tools down, and calmly lifted his goggles up to rest on his forehead. Isaac flicked his wrist to bring up his text messages. Though to anyone seeing him, if there was anyone around to see him he'd just look like he was spazing out.

{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Time for a club meeting. Coming to you. The Thunderer will be along shortly.}


Isaac rolled his rolled. The Thunderer, Jensen. Ugh. How he ever got stuck with working with that idiot was beyond him. Though he did have his uses. He was useful as a power source when he needed a lot of energy, and he couldn't very well plug into any old outlet. And Jensen was also rather strong, almost abnormally strong for a Demigod of Zeus. But still, being the only person that he could really work with was rather bothersome.

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Character Portrait: Keo Kealoha Character Portrait: Kai Kealoha Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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Jessamine woke early in the morning. Two hours before any classes would begin. She looked around her room. It was rather empty of any personal indications. There were her skates hanging off a part of her desk, her medal was hidden in her suitcase which was tucked under her bed, there was the clothes from traveling the day before on the floor, and a picture of her as a baby with her mother and her father on her desk. Nothing more. She didn't have pictures of friends. Those were all gone since she didn't know if they were real or not. She couldn't skate but having the things that she loved with her made her feel better. Her phone was on the nightstand beside her as were her glasses. She considered wearing contacts and nearly decided not to until she remembered there was running to do and it would't be good to risk her glasses falling off.

Jess stood from her bed, pulling back the covers reluctantly before moving to her dresser and changing into capri jogging pants and a fitted workout shirt that was a rosy pink. She pulled her hair up before moving to her bathroom and slipping her contacts in. She left her glasses on the sink rim before leaving the room to go out the door of the small dormitory apartment she shared with Isabella Black. Looking down the hall for any indication anyone else was up, Jessamine was relieved to see it was empty.

She made her way downstairs and outside easily having done it a few years ago and only recently being back to do it again. Upon emerging into the cool morning air, Jessamine took a deep breath before she began running. She was faster than most kids at the academy considering how great of shape she was in, how strong her legs and lungs were, and that she was a Hermes kid. It all added up, and did so pretty well.

She moved quickly, savoring the slight burn of her lungs taking in the cool air. She moved onto the running path that she knew all too well and followed it without complaint. It was worn down from all the other demigods who ran or were in a class that required them to run. Jessamine found her running shoes were carrying her swiftly as she breezed past another building. She ran past the tower that was so mysterious to the island before going down a slight hill and onto the streets of the small town.

There was the smell of coffee wafting from one shop but Jessamine didn't pause. She didn't drink coffee and she wanted to make it back in time to her dorm to shower before classes began. She ran down the sidewalk on main street, not having to dodge anyone thanks to the early morning hour.

She saw the end of the block coming up but didn't bother to slow down at all. She had never seen anyone else running at this hour when she had been a student a few years ago, who would start since she was gone? She took a sharp turn when she reached the end of the buildings only to encounter something she had not expected. Another person.

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Keo and Kai were moving lethargically through their shared dorm apartment. It wasn't all that different from their home. They both had their own bedrooms, there was a kitchen on the same floor, there was a bathroom that they shared, and they both had closets. Neither of them were really very big morning people until they climbed out of bed and had something to eat. Their alarm clocks went off in unison and they moved nearly in unison in their different rooms as they shut it off lazily.

Neither one moved immediately but finally they sat up. Kai took to the bathroom first, moving quickly before switching with his brother who was already dressed from the time it took Kai to prepare in the bathroom. Both brushed their teeth and splashed water on their faces before running their hands through their hair to see if it was tangled enough to brush it. Neither bothered in the end.

They both moved to the kitchen and moved easily, as if they had been training to make breakfast together their entire life, and they had. Kai opened the door as he passed it, propping it open in case anyone wanted to stop by to say hello on the first day back from school. There was a dining hall, but neither twin wanted to brave the early morning lines. Keo poured two cups of coffee, both laden with sugar and cream and made of very little coffee before handing one to his brother who then offered in turn a breakfast that his brother and him were very used to. Microwave made rice and an egg for each. An odd breakfast in most places, but one from home for the twins.

Their apartment was littered with decorations, weapons, textbooks, personal items, and papers. "Dude, you ready?" Kai asked as he shoveled the last of his breakfast down before placing the dishes in the sink and going to prepare both backpacks. Keo shrugged, "As ready as anyone who has to go through one final year of being in a school that has it's ups and downs."

Keo moved to wash his and Kai's dishes without hesitation. Kai paused slightly, looking over at his brother with a slightly confused glance. "So, you mean being a normal kid in high school?" He asked with a knowing and lazy smile. Keo smiled at his brother's words and shrugged as he cleaned the dishes. "Yep, guess so." Keo finished with the dishes as Kai zipped up both of their backpacks. Keo's outfit was one that was common for a first day of school anywhere. Casual but nice. [url=http://fashion.ekstrax.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Cool-Teen-Fashion-Looks-For-Boys-28.jpg]Kai's wardrobe wasn't that different, however, slightly more casual.

Kai tossed Keo his backpack before grabbing the trident, bow, quiver with arrows, and sword and setting them by the door before leaving the small apartment dorm. Keo locked the door behind them and the two moved down the hall with a much more cheerful and peppy mood. Both ready for the day and not sleep zombies anymore.

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ImageDespite the unprofessional aspect and discomfort, Duke left his hand in his little sister's as they walked around the museum Transylvania hosted. This was the fifth time he'd been and all for the same reason. Because she wished it and found it fascinating but nothing had changed. Not a speech or artifact or a demolished one for that matter. Duke would be more than happy to assist in the breaking process if they ever needed. The only thing that changed was how Julie could be measured next to them. She was taller each year and learned the unspoken pattern of his leave. Julie squeezed his hand, that had become something of a subconscious habit. And with that, Duke took his cue glancing to his wrist watch and sighed. "Come on. Time to go." Julie always had a rebuttal or two to share but he cut her off. "You know the drill. I got places to be too."
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He stretched out his limbs as the journey to the academy and sleep alike tended to cramp him up and give his muscles an itch to counter; wasted time with activity. He got dressed in a white tank, gray hoodie and sweatpants. Duke started with long and powerful strides trying to work up to the run just as demonstration that he was in charge of his body and mind. But the walk got faster and turned into a jog. Still, his muscles craved more and he was obeying, now running down the streets. His run transformed to a sprint and his destination a blur. All he knew was that he had to keep moving and run as fast he could. Even as he puffed and panted and started to feel a certain burn in his legs and lungs, he could feel his fuel far from dwindling.

He rounded a turn, a little sharper then he expected and crashed right into someone. The impact had caused the little thing to fall, and Duke with her. He had just enough time to cup the back of her head before it met pavement and shot out his free hand to save himself from collapsing on top of her. He looked wide eyed and startled, checking the girl's features. And for a second... only a slither of a second, got caught in her eye color. "You okay?" Duke breathed out finally.

Rather than hover on top of the girl all day, he drew back his hand, bundled in her golden tied hair then climbed to his feet quickly, dusting himself off then offered her his hand. "Sorry." They were words that rarely departed his lips but he had said them with ease to her.

Coming to pay it more attention she looked vaguely familiar. As his chest heaved in and out, he furrowed his brows trying to place where he'd seen her before.

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Character Portrait: Keo Kealoha Character Portrait: Kai Kealoha Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Tristen Aarins Character Portrait: Miles Greyson Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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Jessamine didn't have time to stop before she made contact with the larger figure that she could tell was well muscled just by running into it, which was odd, and something she had never even thought she would be able to do. There was no way her small frame could stay upright as she fell backward, letting out a small gasp instead of a shrill scream. She caught sight of short brown hair and brown eyes before the blue sky, and the brown hair and eyes all over again. She put her arms down to catch herself but just barely got her hands down and still not fast enough as she scraped her elbows and landed hard on her butt and lower back.

She was surprised when there was no impact of her head having fallen more than once on ice and more than once hitting her head on such occasions. She looked at the guy who was above her, a few inches from her face. Her breathe came in controlled breathes that indicated that she had been running for a while, but hadn't reached her limit. She didn't know what to say. She figured it was both their faults though he had easily made up for it by keeping her from another concussion.

"Yeah, you?" She asked softly, her breathes beginning to even out as if she hadn't been running. She was surprised when he moved his hand away from her head having forgotten it was there. She sat up and accepted his hand with an apologetic smile though he beat her to the apology. "No problem, it was my fault too," Jess managed as she looked up at the guy. She quickly realized she was still holding his hand and let go casually, as if it was normal that she interact with others by running into them and holding their hand after they helped her up.

"My name's Jessamine, it's nice to meet you," She stated simply as she put her hands on her hips in a casual position she often did. She couldn't help but be caught up in his face. She had met plenty of attractive guys, guys from around the world that she couldn't understand, that were extremely strong and talented and amazing, but this guy, he was different, and she didn't know exactly why, but he was. Maybe it was that he was a demigod and not a bad one either.

She looked at him and tried to figure out his parent. She knew all the children of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. This guy was not them. He could be an Aphrodite daughter though they didn't work out like this guy appeared to work out, he wasn't her half brother, and he didn't appear to be an Apollo son who Jessamine always thought of as preppy, like she used to pretend to be.

He looked like a son of Ares or Hephaestus based on his very toned arm muscles which Jessamine managed to avoid staring at or even letting it be known she looked at them at all. Suddenly she felt self conscious and didn't know why and hated it. She had ran into the guy, why was she being self conscious. She shook herself off mentally before smiling back up at him again. "I'm sorry, again. See you around," She stated before giving a little wave of her fingers and starting at a jog before proceeding to a run again in the direction she had been going.

She finished her run by heading back to her dorm room and going to the bathroom to shower. She washed her hair and dried it slightly before putting it up into a messy bun and walking out of her bathroom and back into her room. She put on a simple outfit that was comfortable. She even bothered to put on a little blush and bronze pink shade of lipstick. It made her feel better.

Jessamine left the room again to go back downstairs and into the lounge area of the dormitory building. She took a seat and began to read, bored, and not wanting to go sit in the classroom by herself until class started. Her thoughts briefly went back to the boy she had run into and how she didn't necessarily regret it. She sighed inwardly at having not talked more, but was thankful she didn't since she was fairly certain she would have said something stupid anyway. She did that a lot, messed up needlessly.

Jessamine breathed inwardly before putting her book back into her bag. She stood and walked outside, heading to the training area to see if she would find her half brother Miles. He was her age and a cool half brother that she could talk to if she wanted to. "Hey bro, what's going on?" Jessamine asked as she went to go sit on a nearby bench to watch him. She could do what he was doing too, but she was dressed for the day and had just showered and didn't want to challenge him to a chin ups competition yet.

"Miss me?" Jessamine asked with a teasing smile as she laid down on the bench to look at the sky and talk to Miles at the same time.


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Keo sensed something behind him through the vibrations in the floor (only some Poseidon children could feel so sensitively though having his brother beside him helped) half a second before he felt someone jump on his back. Normally, in the real world, it would be a friend who Keo had grown up with. In the backstreets, Keo would have fought back and won since it would be a stupid normal human mugger trying to make a quick buck off the wrong demigod, but at school? It was merely a friend, or better yet...

"You jerk! You didn't let me know when you got here!" His beautiful and lovely girlfriend, Tris. She was a sweetheart and the daughter of Apollo had stolen Keo's heart a while ago. Kai didn't miss a beat as he paused beside his brother having felt the vibrations at the same time as Keo. "I knew you missed me Tris," Kai stated with a smile as he looked at his brother's girlfriend. Kai liked her. She made Keo happy and that made Kai happy so long as she wasn't drugs or alcohol, and she was neither, she was a girl. Sometimes much more dangerous than both drugs and alcohol, girls could destroy faster than both. But Tris wasn't that girl. So Kai let the bad thoughts he often was forced to suppress go down and away for the moment, not even showing an ounce of his internal philosophical thinking.

Keo covered Tris's hand with his as he turned his head enough to kiss her on the cheek. "Only because I wanted to see you in person first. We got in yesterday morning. Flew from Hawaii to London, then to Italy, then to Greece where we got a lift from some friends," Kai explained as he smiled at her. "How was your time getting here? Any trouble? And more importantly, how was your summer?" Keo asked as he moved his arms to cradle her knees so he was giving her a piggy back ride.

He and Kai then continued to walk as if the situation was normal, suppressing the laughs both wanted to let out. Tris could get down if she wanted to whenever with little effort. "So what are you up to today?" Keo asked as he looked over at her. It was clear he was in a good mood as was his brother.

Kai wished that he had seen the person that would make him as happy as Tris made Keo, but there was no sign of him yet.

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Character Portrait: Talia Grigori Character Portrait: Cassandra Griffin Character Portrait: Raven Ramirez Character Portrait: Jasmine Saule Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Josette Lysandra Character Portrait: Gabriella Prendergast
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The motion of her father's routine days always saddened her. And even when she tried to give him encouragement to go out and put himself on the market again, Aphrodite seemed set on countering Cassandra's efforts and unallowing Bill to move on. So she arrived at the academy days earlier to purely escape that environment and settle in with ease. Those few days without her roomie often seemed dull but she got by. Cassandra always did.

Tucked in her bed and sound asleep she was awoken by heavy, otherwise to suggest tired footing and little whines and complaints of a pair. Her sleepy mind took a while to process that it meant visitors but above all, the return of Gabby. Excitement and energy swarmed over mind and she threw her covers off and jogged cautiously to Gab's room in the dark careful not to wake the other visitor. But once she reached Gabriella's room, all the self-conscious of how quiet she had to be was gone and she pounced on the lump she could make out on the bed. "Rah!" She giggled. "Hello gorgeous!" Cassie started to bounce on the mattress with all fours and lay a firm kiss on Gab's head with a dramatic, "mwah!" sound. Then giggled. "How rude of you to sneak in and not even say hello to me. After all we've been through." Cassandra tucked her own stray hairs away and molded her shape beside Gabby. "Did you have a good break at least?" She smiled warmly. Cassandra was particularly playful and affectionate with her room mate after the long break, it wasn't always this bad.

When Cassie spotted the time though, she wasn't sorry she had jumped all over Gabrielle, but more sorry she was losing her own beauty sleep. "Oh goodness I need a few more hours." She said, genuinely startled and scrambled over her dear friend and retreated back to her own bed.
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When Cassie woke she showered and got dressed, tip-toeing out of the dorm whispering, "Morning Raven" to the girl she could now identify on the couch with the help of the morning sun, though the girl looked out cold.

Cassandra made her way quite briskly to a source of coffee while other morning birds started their day working out. But she wasn't the only one at the cafe. She exchanged quite a warm smile with the others and stepped out with her plastic cup catching Duke quite flustered. Cassandra invited himself in his company, walking quite hurriedly to keep in step with his long strides. The grace of Aphrodite letting her pull it off with a natural bloom and without spillage of her drink "What's eating you, Rocky?"