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Giselle Beauchamp

"I live for the thrill."

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

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Let Me Go ✧ Bad Intentions ✦ Sober ✧ Here ✦ Sirens ✧ What Now
{"There's no one to call cause I'm just playing games with them all."}
-Rihanna




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| N A M E |
Giselle Adaline Beauchamp


| N I C K N A M E |
Elle ✦ Most Common ✦ Likes
Cat ✦ Given for being a bit of a cat burglar ✦ Indifferent


| A G E |
18 years old


| G E N D E R |
Female


| P A R E N T |
Hermes


| B I R T H D A T E |
November 2nd
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| E T H N I C I T Y |
French Canadian


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




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{"True beauty comes from within."}




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| H E I G H T |
5'8"


| W E I G H T |
134.2lbs


| E Y E C O L O R |
Seafoam blue/green


| H A I R C O L O R |
Light brown


| A P P E A R A N C E |
Hair is generally worn down in a tousled wavy, curly fashion. She goes light on the makeup usually just wearing mascara and some lipstick or tinted lip balm. As for her clothing she wears skinny jeans more often than not with a plaid button down top. In the summer she prefers her high waisted bottoms with a modest crop top. She hardly wears heels, preferring ballet flats or her trusty black converse.
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| O D D I T I E S |
Has a medium length scar on her left back leg from slicing it open from climbing over a fence while she was running away from the mall cops who chased her after she stole a pair of $250 shoes that she just couldn't resist.




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{"I'm a good girl with a lot of bad habits."}




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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦ Lively ✧ Sneaky ✦ Passionate ✧ Fearless ✦

Giselle has always been the kind of girl to find herself in trouble. Whether it was with her smart mouth or her sticky hands. She just couldn't help herself. Growing up no one told her how she should act or disciplined her when she acted out. Being carefree and spirited was just who she was. I guess she has her father to thank for these traits. Like him she could be cunning and sneaky. And she was damn good at it. Often like her daddy, she liked to play tricks. They were harmful, like putting putting toothpaste in oreos or placing frogs in the shower before her step-father went to wash up. Others found it just as funny her too, so they did more good than bad. However, there is a lot more than just the naughty side of Giselle.
Being a Scorpio, she was an extremely passionate girl. This often leads to some flirtatious vibes from her. She doesn't do it intentionally, it just comes naturally. Some things she's passionate about involve sports, fashion, and school. She was exceptional at sports and excelled in any she tried. Her favorite was volleyball, hockey, and soccer.
Not only was she fast on her feet, but she was a fast learner too. Her intellectual strides had no boundaries. If she was interested in a subject, she tried to learn as much as she could. This lead to a lot of book stealing, either from the library or classroom.
Giselle is also quite known for her smart mouth and wry comments. Sassy was an understatement. When she isn't making quick whip comments, she was rather kind and sweet. Underneath it all was a kind and gentle soul that's been repressed from years of making it out into the world without a gentle upbringing. She could never intentionally hurt someone. It wasn't in her nature to be vindictive and cruel despite how she may portray herself or how others may see her. Often she enjoyed volunteering at the orphanage to play with the children who loved her for her silly childlike youthfulness. Truthfully, Giselle was a bit of a lost soul just trying to get her footing in the right place.




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{"Be quick but don't hurry."}
-John Wooden




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| P O W E R S |
✦ Super speed: As any offspring of Hermes, Giselle possesses super speed. Able to mimic the speed of light, she gets from place to place rather quickly. She can be at school one period and next skip Calculus to do some shopping in Milan.
✦ Athletic Superiority: Consider it a power or not, she excelled at any sport or physical game.
✦ Super healing: Her body metabolizes and replenishes old cells so quickly that she heals very quickly. Only occasionally leaving a scar depending on how deep a wound is.
✦ Thieving: Hermes offspring are more inclined to thieving and are rather good at it.

| S T R E N G T H S |
✦Quick-thinking- Giselle is exceptional at thinking on her feet. Quick on her feet and in mind.
✧Intelligence - Thanks to her sped, she's a quick learner, hence why she may know more intellectually.
✦Courageous - She's not afraid to stand up for what she believes in, and it doesn't hurt that she can usually outrun danger.
✧Perspective - Giselle has see's a lot on a daily basis and notices things others may overlook.
✦Speed - For obvious reasons, being faster than the average person helped her get things done rapidly and outmaneuver someone coming at her.

| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Moody - Her temper and other moods are quick as well.
✧Sticky-hands - The kleptomaniac ways tend to leave her in a heap of trouble.
✦Reckless - Her impulsive ways make her extremely reckless.
✧Pride - Ego usually stands in the way which can easily bruise her pride.
✦Self-consciousness - She's always wondering what others think of her or if what she's doing is the best.




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{"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning."}
-Albert Einstein




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| H O B B I E S |
✦ Shopping - "Wanna stop in Paris for a little retail therapy?"
✧ Sports - "Who wants to play a quick game of soccer?"
✦ Gymnastics - "I'm quite nimble and flexible."

| H A B I T S |
✧ Speaking quickly - "Sometimes I just get a little too excited and you can't understand me."
✦ Rushing around - "I can't help but move quickly."
✧ Fidgeting - "Honestly, it's like I can't stand or sit still."

| L I K E S |
✦ Music - "Who doesn't like music?"
✧ Eating - "I burn so many calories as it is, good thing I love food."
✦ Hockey - ”Playing or watching, it’s my favorite."
✧ Reading - "There's so many good books out there to read!"
✦ Socializing - "If you're nice I'm sure we'll get along fine."

| D I S L I K E S |
✦ Being ignored - "Don't be rude."
✧ When her dad won't act like the adult he's suppose to be - "Sometimes he really needs to grow."
✦ Slowing down - "Everything is fast in my life, I can't just slow it down."
✧ Sappy love songs - "Barf, we all know that isn't realistic."
✦ Being seen as nothing more than an object - "I'll punch you in the face."

| G O A L S |
✦ Beat her dad in a race - "For once I'd love to wipe that smirk off his face."
✧ Master quantum physics - "If I get that down, perhaps I can be faster."
✦ Be a role model - "It would be nice if someone looked up to me for once."

| F E A R S |
✧ Being alone - "I can't imagine a life without sharing it with someone."
✦ Disappointing her mother - "Sometimes I think she believes I'll never grow up like my father."
✧ Being in a perpetual state of fast-forward - "Kind of irrational, I know, but not everything is fast in my life."




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{"Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested."}
-Elizabeth l




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| B I R T H P L A C E |
Ontario, Canada

| H I S T O R Y |
Growing up, Giselle was always on the move. She never really grew up in one place. I guess she had her mother to thank for that. Her mother was high fashion model, then when she became pregnant with Giselle she went on a leave of absence for 2 years. Getting back into the modeling world was hard though and her mother took any shoot or runway despite the location or how little time she would have to spend with her daughter. So Giselle was basically brought up with nannies. This doesn't go to say that she didn't have her mother though, she just didn't have her around all the time. The same went for her father, whom she didn't know where he was, or even who he was.
Whenever Giselle tried to ask her mother about her father, a forlorn hurt look crossed her face and she would just tell her she was too tired to talk about it. You see, Giselle's mom fell hard for the quirky and illusive Hermes. And as soon as he had came into her life, he had left. But he left her with more than just heartache, he left her with a child. And as Giselle grew up, her mother saw more and more of her father in her with her mannerisms and personality.
When Giselle turned 12 years old, she grew rebellious, especially after her mother married a business magnate. So with her mother being too busy with her career and no father, she went on a stint and began shoplifting and having an occasional drink. It started as petty items like underwear and candy bars, but she soon worked her way up to high end sunglasses and name brand clothes. She always had an eye for the good stuff. When she was caught red handed once, she ran away as if her life depended on it. Luckily her true powers kicked in then and she left the cops in her dust behind her.
Little did she know that her father was never really absent from her life. He was always there watching over her and her mother from afar because he couldn't help but meddle in their lives every few years. He wasn't always causing chaos though. It was in the little things he did, like helping her find missing items, that he had hid in the first place. But he didn't truly show himself until she came into her abilities. Hermes presented himself as her soccer coach at first, hiding who he really was, a typical Hermes ploy. When it was obvious that Giselle was outrunning the other children, showing the power that she was trying to contain, did he then tell her who he really was. She was the daughter of a God, making her a demigod.
It was at this point that Hermes decided to send Giselle to the academy, not wanting to bother to properly teach his child how to control her powers. He did show up at her home though to speak to her mother about it, probably just to see shit hit the ceiling, and it was quite a show considering he hadn't been face to face with Giselle's mother since he had walked away all those years ago. Wanting no more than to get rid of Hermes from her house and wanting Giselle to suppress her powers so that she could be normal, her mother was all to eager to ship her daughter to the academy. Stricken by her mother's lack of affection Giselle was all to glad to leave and be with others like her where she might actually fit in for once.

| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Charlotte Beauchamp-Fisher | Mother | Alive | 46 years old | FC: Angelina Jolie
Giselle's relationship with her mother is a bit estranged. Since she grew up with her being only being around when she wasn't working. Despite that, Charlotte did love her daughter, she was just afraid she'd end up like her father and wouldn't be able to fix things between them past that.
Henry Fisher | Step-father | Alive | 49 years old | FC: Hugh Jackman
Henry wasn't a bad guy, Giselle didn't really harbor any resentment towards him either. She just wasn't fond of him. And he tried to get along with his step-daughter but her meddling in his affairs and pranking grated on him.
Hermes | Father | Alive | FC:Aaron Paul
These two were more alike than Giselle would like to admit personality wise, but Hermes was far more childish. This irritated Giselle but she accepted her father for who he was, not like she could change him. They got along alright, until he was pranking her, which was frequently.




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{"If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life."}
-Pablo Neruda




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| F C |
Emily Didonato

| C O L O R |
#48D1CC

| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Unjustifiable

So begins...

Giselle Beauchamp's Story

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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Isaac Herbert Character Portrait: Dominika Orlov Character Portrait: Reagan Davenport Character Portrait: Camilla Lewis Character Portrait: Talia Grigori Character Portrait: Cassidy Daly Character Portrait: Keo Kealoha Character Portrait: Kai Kealoha Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Cassandra Griffin Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Tristen Aarins Character Portrait: Giselle Beauchamp Character Portrait: Dali Muller Character Portrait: Miles Greyson Character Portrait: Isabella Black Character Portrait: Jasmine Saule Character Portrait: Noah Harvey Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Alejandra Rivera Character Portrait: Josette Lysandra Character Portrait: Grayson Foster

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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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✧ Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These) ✦ Clothing: Shirtless with Pajamas Bottoms ✧
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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: Dominika Orlov Character Portrait: Giselle Beauchamp Character Portrait: Grayson Foster

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She had been running late again, but that was nothing new. Looking at her empty dorm room, she wondered why he even bothered hurrying anyway. She was alone and looking at the sparse, bland walls she started to feel sad. Not that she has been in a better place before hand considering her mother had flown off to Australia for some new shoot. She rolled her eyes then thinking about her mother and her over zealous ways of trying to get back on top.But what did she care, she was doing her own thing and now she was at the academy.

Crossing her arms over her chest she looked back to the wall, her mouth in a slight put. This simply won't do. And in a flash she started decorating her side of the room. Lights were hung around the tops of the walls, posters and framed photographs she had taken from all over started to come together on her wall. In a matter of seconds the wall looked fantastic and Giselle took a step back to admire her work. "Much better," she smiled to herself.

Now that the important work had been finished she was ready to go exploring. Forcing herself not to bolt from her room, she inhaled and exhaled deeply and calmly left her room. Her nerves and excitement were hard to contain but she managed to look like she was unbothered but friendly enough to approach her. She wasn't sure what she'd find or even who she'd find but she ventured out further into the campus taking it all in and noting exactly where everything was.






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"Gray don't forget this!" His mother was running after him before he boarded his flight. She was taking out his childhood teddy bear from her purse and holding it out in front of her. "Mom, that really isn't necessa-" he was cut off by the pleading look on his mother's face, "Alright, I'll take Boo with me." He took the bear from his mom and looked down at his tattered ear his grandmother had sown on so many times back then. A small smile spread across his face as he looked back at his mom before he took her in his arms and hugged her one last final time. "Take care of yourself alright?" "You know I will, you better call me everyday!" Cringing he turned around and shouted over his shoulder that he would before getting on his flight.

The flight was shorter than he expected and he was at the academy in no time. Stepping out of the cab he placed his sunglasses over his eyes and made his way down central campus with his luggage rolling behind him. There weren't many people milling about and he wondered if he had arrived early. But he had specifically remembered that his father told him today was the move in day. Then again his father was a bit all over the place that day when telling him this, as if something important was on his mind but he hadn't chosen to share with his son yet.

Gray found his building quickly and was about to head to his room before he found a familiar face. "Nika?" Leaving his luggage where it was he headed over to the daughter of Zeus and past girlfriend. He was glad the two had kept in touch and were still friends despite not being together anymore. She'd always been dear to him and would remain so no matter what went on between them and in their separate personal lives. "It's good to see you again," he was about to go in and hug her but stopped just in time before he made a fool of himself. "How have you been?"

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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Giselle Beauchamp Character Portrait: Miles Greyson Character Portrait: Grayson Foster

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At this rate she was going to get stir crazy. Perhaps she'd go sign up for a few clubs or sports. That's what she needed. Something to keep her active and her mind busy. There was a nice little set up in one of the lounges with a bunch of boards artfully decorated to catch the eye and attract people to see what it was all about. A couple caught her attention and she began chatting it up with some of the promoters. The book club was something she would've been interested in without them trying to bribe her with cookies but she gratefully took them anyway.

She couldn't stay away from the sports section of the lounge. After all how could you with a bunch of jocks standing around hollering for people to come over and get their signature for tryouts. "Hey are you wouldn't happen to be a Herme's kid would ya?" "Matter of fact I am." "Perfect. You're a shoe in for anything. I recommend track and soccer though. No tryouts needed." At that Giselle raised her brows, "well how could I refuse." And with that she was signing her name next to the little x.

Feeling quite fulfilled and content, Giselle went back to her room to change clothes for a quick stroll. Of course her stroll turned into a speed walk and then a full on sprint. Soon she was passing others who were on the track with ease. Naturally it wasn't that difficult being the daughter of Hermes. The speed came with the annoying father, but it was a price she was willing to pay. As childish as he was, she tolerated him. There was more than one occasion when she just wanted to trip him when he mid-run but she controlled herself. That was something she prided herself on immensely.

She started to pace herself and decided she had enough fresh air and wanted to get back to her room to freshen up. When she reached her room she looked to her roommates side to notice it was still empty. With a sigh she gathered her necessities and headed into her on suite bathroom to shower. When she was done and finished with that she hopped on her bed and pulled out an ancient Greek text. It was the fourth time she was reading this particular one again, but she just felt like the other three times wasn't enough or her to learn everything she could from it.

But soon not even her books could keep her attention. The sound of voices beckoned her and her curiosity was winning out. Stepping out of her room and heading down the hall she found a small training room. Immediately the two voices she'd over heard clicked in her mind, without having to look at their faces she knew exactly who was in the room. "Miles!" It had been a while since she had last seen her half brother. He was the good one, he always did what was right. Her attention was then turned to her half sister, "...Jessamine," she said less exuberantly. Her sister always held an air of hostility over her. It wasn't exactly Giselle's fault that the two didn't always see eye to eye and that the whole Olympics thing was still an issue.






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Son of Poseidon | #2d862d | Outfit
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It seemed like the two had just started talking when Nika excused herself and all but ran away from him. So there Gray stood wondering what the hell just happened. He knew he didn't say anything wrong, maybe she just had something else to do? Or someone new to see? That made Gray a bit disgruntled and he grabbed his bag and went to find his room. Didn't take him long to get there and when he did he heard two voices coming from within. He recognized one of them as being Jensen's, his roommate for the better part of his time at the academy, but the other voice he wasn't so sure of.

For a moment he stood outside the door contemplating on going in or not. If Jensen had a girl in there, Gray didn't want to just come barging in and ruin whatever conversation the two were having. When Nika use to come visit him in their room Jensen was kind enough to leave, even though Gray didn't mind, and he just wanted to return the favor. Looking down at his luggage though brought a straight lip to his face. I just want to drop this off, I won't be in there for more than a few seconds... And with the he knocked on the door to alert the pair that he was coming in.

As he opened the door he averted his eyes to the floor. "Hey Jens! Hey Jens friend." Gray hurriedly put his luggage on his bed and grabbed his old baseball cap from one of his bags. "Don't mind me, just dropping my bags off...." Yeah he wasn't helping the situation at all. "Alright well catch you guys later." Slipping out of the room he heaved a sigh and proceeded down the hall. "Smooth Gray, real smooth."

Walking down the familiar corridors and the doors, Gray placed his hat on his head and headed towards his favorite place, the pool. It was Olympic sized and although it wasn't the ocean or a steady river, it was enough for him. He sat on one of the diving boards and looked into the chlorine depths.

Although he had no intentions of jumping in, he did want to practice his powers a bit. It was just a habit of his. He wanted to gain more control and get better. Quite skilled using the water to heal and in controlling the water when it was in liquid form, he struggled a bit with it's solid form. You'd think with all the time he spends practicing he'd have covered it by now, but something just wasn't connecting with him and it'd take him a few times to turn the water to ice.

Using his hands he brought up a small stream of water and whirled it around him. When he whipped it at the ground intending it to turn to ice and crash down in shards, the water simply just hit the ground and splashed upwards at him causing him to get wet and have his shirt stick to his rigid abdomen. All he could do was glare at the puddle that had formed on the ground. I'll get you one day...

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Character Portrait: Keo Kealoha Character Portrait: Kai Kealoha Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Tristen Aarins Character Portrait: Giselle Beauchamp Character Portrait: Dali Muller Character Portrait: Miles Greyson

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Jessamine smiled at her half brother as he continued to work out. "Something bothering you then?" Jessamine asked before he hopped down from the bar. Miles asked about her summer and Jessamine shrugged. Her summer had been as it normally was, hard, training, meetings, interviews, running from paparazzi.

Jessamine shrugged as she looked up at him. She noticed his hating tone and knew it wasn't towards her or summer, but the island. It was practically required for a lot of them. She went because she had to and she wasn't sure if she would do anything else. At least at the island she had some friends who wouldn't judge her. They understood what it was like to be a demigod and the difficulties that sometimes come with it.

"It was the normal stuff you know. Training. Working out. Struggling to communicate with my mother, hardly hearing from dad, avoiding things, running. A lot of running actually," Jessamine admitted and briefly thought back to the guy she had run into. He had been very good looking and she wondered if Miles knew who he was.

Jessamine opened her mouth to ask about the guy when she heard someone call Miles name. She turned her head and saw her half sister the dreadful and terrible Giselle. Jessamine sat up and gave a smile that was about as fake as a science fiction movie. "Giselle..." Jessamine stated with a less than enthusiastic tone that indicated she truly did not care for her half sister at all.

Jessamine didn't say anything as she stared up at her half sister from her position on the bench. Jessamine just stared at the wall, focusing her energy on remaining calm. Her half sister didn't believe Jessamine when she said she didn't cheat. A few people did and those were the people who mattered. Miles either didn't think she cheated or didn't care whether or not she did. That's why she liked her half brother. Giselle was the other type of person.

Jessamine wondered how fast and how far she could get from the Giselle without appearing like someone scared to interact with her. She wasn't. She just didn't want Giselle to ruin her good mood. Jess turned to Miles again. "By the way, I literally ran into this guy this morning when I was running. Tall, handsome, didn't talk much, strong, and it was early too. Let me know if you know him, I gotta run grab my textbook for Biology, I left it in my room," Jessamine stated before leaving the two behind.

Jessamine didn't even turn towards the dormitories after she was out of site, instead, going to the academics building and taking a seat on the steps. She was tired already, drained from being forced to remember that some people just didn't believe her.

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Kai smiled at Tris's response. it was weird, sometimes people couldn't tell who was dating the daughter of Apollo based on the conversations, only the appearance. Kai was in fact, not at all interested in Tris whatsoever. Keo smiled as she slid of his back and grabbed his hand, giving her hand a small squeeze in return. He took his other hand and let it hang holding a strap of his backpack.

"Dang, that's pretty cool of him," Keo stated simply. He loved his father, but he wasn't always a big lover of the other demigod's parents. Such as Ares. Ares bothered him. He was too violent. But Aphrodite, yeah, Keo could thank the goddess of love for a lot. Zeus, he tolerated Zeus. He kind of had to though, Zeus was a different god. You didn't anger him unless you were willing to risk death.

Keo was giving a brief wave to a son of Aphrodite he was friends with before looking back to Tris as she began talking again. 'That's awesome Tris! I wish I could have been there to give support," Keo stated with a mock sigh. He did wish he could have been there for her, but she knew why he couldn't. They lived a very large distance apart and Keo didn't have the kind of money to flight out for only a day or so to support his girlfriend in a one day concert. It just wasn't possible.

"Well, we went surfing, hung out with our neighbors kids, worked at a restaurant and a surf school, and that's about it. The restaurant was really stupid though because we had to wear one of those really cheesy tourist shirts and make our "accents" really, really thick. It was actually really hard since it meant we had to enunciate everything really weirdly, and not like we normally do," Keo stated with a confused look on his face. His boss was a Haole who was whiter than most white people. It was kind of funny that he thought Hawaiins were.

Kai smiled at Keo's words, nodding and making a funny face at the mention of their horrible summer jobs. Kai gave a slight wave as he moved off to go meet someone he had seen right before the kid... Dali, came up to Tris and Keo. "Going good, Dali, what's up?" Keo asked with a friendly smile as he offered his hand for a shake. He was friendly and loved to see old faces as well as new ones such as Dali.

Kai spoke with his friends for a moment before heading out of the building. He wanted some fresh air and to get away from his brother and his happy romance. He loved his brother and loved that he was so happy with Tris, but he wasn't the best about accepting it since he still couldn't figure out his own romantic relationship yet and it was getting to be pretty taxing as a result.

Kai walked towards the beach easily, not even bothering to move quickly, walking in an almost lazy fashion. He could feel the difference of not being near his brother, the way that he still felt he could do things, just not the best he could when Keo was around. It was something they were both used to. They didn't necessarily like it, but they dealt with it.

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Character Portrait: Reagan Davenport Character Portrait: Cassidy Daly Character Portrait: Jessamine Belrosse Character Portrait: Giselle Beauchamp Character Portrait: Miles Greyson

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{ Daughter of Poseidon } βš“{ #2cc6c4 } βš“{ The Club - Purple } βš“{ Skinny Jeans, Crop Top & Flannel }

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Reagan laughed shaking her head and burying her face in her palm as she watched him quickly make a mess of her bed just to remove his tattered beanie, replacing it with his new one. β€œMan, she always gives us the best gifts.” She wasn't going to deny it, her mom definitely knew what they liked... It's a mom thing.

Cas went to put up an argument when she told him about the gifts she made him, but she didn't care. He was her best friend and she wanted him to know how special he is to her. Reagan was able to make him smile once again when she made the kissy face towards him after giving him the necklace. β€œLike I could forget, it's not everyday a stranger kisses you to save you from trouble.” He then smiled and whispered, β€œThank you Ray.” She grinned happily. It's true, and definitely a story they'll remember for a very long time.

Reagan could tell the pictures were making him a little emotional. Not to the point of crying, because it'd have to be something serious to make Cas cry. He didn't say anything which worried her a little, maybe he didn't like it? And as her thoughts went to a darker place and she spoke them out loud to him she saw his entire demeanor change. She didn't mean to upset him but she didn't want to be without him in her life anyways. Everyone here comes from different corners of the world and she couldn't bare to be away from him for more than a week.

Glancing down, Reagan saw Cas' hands begin to shake. Before he could say anything she quickly shifted onto her knees upon her bed, wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his shoulder. "Nothing or no one will tear us apart!" She shifted her weight back on her heels so that she could look into his eyes, "You hear me Cassidy Daly? Reagan knew he hated his full name but she said it show how serious she was while cupping his face in his hands. "You're stuck with me if you like it or not!"

β€œI… I think that would be great.” Cas finally said, referring to Reagan's comment about him coming to live permanently with her and her mom. β€œWe can always work out the details later, But I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t." She lets out a soft sigh, moving to sit beside him and rest her head upon his shoulder. "Well good because mom's already kinda preparing the house for you to live there." She looked up at him slightly, "She's pulling out all the stops..." Then she rolled her eyes, laughing slightly. "Ok well she bought a second dresser for my bedroom for your stuff and is getting a heavy duty washer and drier that can handle your funk." She stuck her tongue out playfully.

β€œYou’re my best friend Ray, and the first person who made me feel like I could do better so whatever it takes.” Reagan smiled towards him before allowing her gaze to drift elsewhere. Something about what he said had an unsettling affect on her stomach. But what was it? She sat there thinking about it for a long moment until she began to realize. 'You're my best friend Ray.' Why did it bother her when he called her his best friend? That's what they were after all, they had been for years now. When the true realization hit her she sat up right, clearing her throat slightly. Oh my god... I like Cas. She left her gaze drift over towards him looking at him like it was the first time she's seen him.

When Reagan realized she was staring, she made a funny face towards him before hopping to her feet. She then walked over to the mirror and began to braid her hair. "So what did you want to do today?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, raising a brow. "Let's just... Do something that gets us out of the dorms." When she finished braiding her hair, she made her way to her dresser. She pulled out a few pieces of clothing and walked to the bathroom to change. If she wasn't wearing a bathing suit she would have just changed there but not if she had to get completely naked. After a moment or two Reagan walked back out wearing skinny jeans, a crop top T-shirt and a flannel.




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{ Son of Hermes } βœͺ { #CDA20E } βœͺ { Sacrifice - Zella Day } βœͺ { Active Wear }

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"Something bothering you then?" Miles ran a hand back through his unruly curls before looking over at Jess. "You could say that..." He looked down at his hands, "I just hate being stuck here all the time." That was all he was really going to say on the matter. He can't remember if she knew or not about the deal he made with Hermes to stay at school instead of going to jail. He knew if he broke the promise then he'd probably be arrested almost instantly. So instead he took his arrangement like a dry pill.

"It was the normal stuff you know. Training. Working out. Struggling to communicate with my mother, hardly hearing from dad, avoiding things, running. A lot of running actually," Jess said in reply to him inquiring about her summer. 'Sounds like our summers were similar... Other than the whole mom and dad, avoiding things." He laughed, "Just the working out, training and running." Miles smiled towards her.

"Miles!" He heard his name called, causing him to look in the direction of the call. Miles smiled and waved when he saw his other sister Giselle approaching. He then did a slight double take as he watched the more uncomfortable interchanges between Giselle and Jessamine, causing him to look down at his hands. "By the way, I literally ran into this guy this morning when I was running. Tall, handsome, didn't talk much, strong, and it was early too. Let me know if you know him, I gotta run grab my textbook for Biology, I left it in my room," Jess said before standing up and walking away. "A name would help you know!" He called after her.

Miles then moved to his feet, taking another drink from his water before turning to look towards Giselle. "Hey!... So did you have a good summer?" He gave his sister a quick hug, "Sorry I probably stink, I've been working out." He motioned towards the work out equipment.