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Fenrisúlfr

"I wonder what game I will play today."

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a character in “Living Gods II”, as played by almostinsane

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"I wonder what game I will play today."



The Basics



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Name:
Fenrisúlfr Hveðrungr Serrure

Nickname:
Fenris

Age:
21

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Occupation:
Part-Time Student
Bartender

Pantheon:
Norse


Getting To Know You


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Likes:
|| Reading || Video Games || Mischief|| Interesting People ||
|| Tea/Coffee || Hard Liquor || Talking ||
|| Shapeshifting || Hot Chocolate || Trickery ||
|| Instrumental Music || Pranks || Deception ||

Dislikes:
|| Boredom || Discipline || His Parents|| Harm to His Sister ||
|| Non-alcoholic Beverages || Stupidity || Insults to his Pride ||

Hobbies:
Comic Books | "What can I say? Far too few people in this town appreciate the aristry people put in creating these stories. I particularly like the Joker. He always has some rather fun ideas.
Stirring up trouble | "I am descended from the god of mischief, after all. Besides, if I didn't stir up trouble once in awhile, then this town would be boring. What? Do the others really want to live ordinary, quiet lives? Now that is insane!
Video Games | "There is nothing like spending hours in the dark, blowing up things on a computer or TV screen."
Womanizing | "I'm quite the ladykiller..."
"Playing with Friends" | "What can I say? I'm a people person! There are some people in this town that are some of my favorite playmates. Take the descendents of Thor for example."

Habits:
Speaking Cryptically | "If you are not smart enough to figre out what me or my sister are saying, well, it's not my fault, is it?"
Whistling | "I know several songs. I've even master Beethoven!"
Drinking | "It is my Norse heritage."
Eating Sweets | "I just love the sugar rush that follows! I get my best ideas when that happens! Same thing when I'm drunk."
Fencing | "I do get in the middle of things often. It is best I know how to defend myself."

Fears:
Losing his sister | "I would happily watch the world burn. Hell, I might even help it burn! But, I would never let anything happen to Brynja."
Being Alone | "I might go mad(er)!"
Molestation | "My father loved me. Often. Now, if you tell anyone this, I will light you on fire, watch you burn, douse the flames, poison you, give you the antidote at the last minute, and then give you a pair of cement shoes and throw you in the ocean."

Secrets:
Molestatioon by his father | As stated above, his father molested him as a child.
Death of his parents | At fifteen his parents died in an unfortunate accident; no one knows what caused it nor do they point the finger at the children who survived. What many do not know is that Brynja and her brother may have had a part in their parents' premature death.


What Makes Us Special



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Ancestor:
Loki- God of Mischief and Lies. Loki was the black sheep of the Norse Pantheon, sometimes helping them and sometimes opposing them.

Powers:
All of Loki's descendents possess the ability to change their physical form. While his sister, Brynja, can change her cellular structure to resemble another human being, Fenris possesses the power to change his form into that of an animal, normal or supernatural. Loki also possesses a cunning tongue, which is the ability that he uses the most. He cannot make someone fall in love or supersede their free will, but his words often sound convincing and he often knows just what to say to someone. Even those who do not trust him have a hard time not believing him when he uses his power to its fullest extent.

Weaknesses:
~ Fenris cannot distort a person's free will to the extent of mind control or make someone fall in love with a person
~ He cannot transform into another human
~ He cannot convince someone to commit suicide or harm oneself or others

Strengths:
Fenris is quite a heavy drinker. Thus, he can function quite well when he is drunk or his senses are otherwise impaired. In fact, he often comes up with brilliant ideas when he is drunk. He is also an accomplished swordsman thanks to his practice of fencing. Finally, Fenris possesses a certain kind of confidence and lack of concern for most people to not care what anyone thinks or harms a long as it doesn't stand in the way of his fun. This isn't to say he doesn't have empathy. Rather, he only cares for certain people.

Thoughts:
"Oh, the Eyptians have always been quite fun. It is nice to run into people who do not resort to brawn all the time. Then there are the Greeks. I haven't played with them too much yet, but their reputation precedes them. Their petty quarrels deserve my intervention!"



Describe Me


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Personality:





































Like his ancestor, Loki, Fenris is clever and mischievious. Unlike his sister, Fenris is more of the type to follow his impulses and make plans on the fly, often succeeding as much as failing, though he is quite good at adapting his plans to fit the situation. This is not to say that he is incapable of making plans ahead of time, but he is never one to sit on the sidelines for long, though he can see the appeal. Manipulative and charming, Fenris is often able to get people to do what he wants, even when they think they are doing the opposite. He at times counts on that. Fenris is comparable to a child, seeing life as little more than a game. At the best of times, he sees others as fellow players, but at the worst of times, he sees them as little more than game pieces. Still, Fenris, unlike his sister, has his favorites. There are some people that are just too fun. He also clearly cares for his sister and loves her deeply and might have what is described as a codependent relationship with her. Fenris is also quite a womanizer and greatly enjoys the more carnal aspects of life. He can also be sadistic when he truly hates someone, something only his father elicited in him.


Nature Vs Nurture


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History:
Perhaps it was an omen, but both Fenris and his twin sister, Brynja, were born on April 1st or "April Fool's Day". Even in the nursery, the Serrure twins were inseparable. As the nurses attempted to pull her away from Fenris, Brynja began to cry relentlessly, depriving herself of oxygen until they were placed in the same crib once more. Brynja was frail from an early age and Fenris often got into fights to protect her from bullies before he learned how to use his cunning to make them self-destruct. As he grew up, Fenris hated his parents and for good reason. His father was physically and verbally abusive while his father just stood to the side and watched him mistreat Fenris and Brynja. His father would sometimes, at night, molest him in secret and threatened that if he ever told, Brynja would suffer the same fate. Brynja's company was reassuring, however, but when they were 15, neither of them could take it anymore. Soon, their parents died in a mysterious accident, leaving the two orphaned. Though the two of them were originally taken in by another member of the Norse pantheon, the two ran away, living on the streets until they were of age. They inherited their parents money and purchased an apartment together. Since their eighteenth year they've lived above the pub where Brynja and Fenris now work, rarely leaving each others' side. You'll often find them together, speaking in cryptic riddles and statements. When they're bored they'll indulge in a little mischief, Fenris often getting involved while his sister watched from the sidelines until the temptation to get involved was too much for her.
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So begins...

Fenrisúlfr's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Adonia Vanadis Character Portrait: Bree Vanadis Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Viona Martis Character Portrait: Marcus Pallas Character Portrait: Rayne Cyprus Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Leslie France Saxon Character Portrait: Seriess Patrick Falr Character Portrait: Shannon Ceres Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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Northbay, Ireland
Time: 6.30pm
Weather: Warm with a gentle breeze

Situated far from any major city Northbay is all but ignored by those who don't live there. For the inhabitants of Northbay this suits them fine, after all they hardly need strangers wondering around and snooping into their secrets.

The secrets? That they are the descendents of the Norse, Egyptian and Greek Gods and Goddesses of old. The relationship between these pantheons has never been strong, but in an attempt to smooth over the growing tensions and welcome the Greeks into town the Elders have organised a festival.

The Midnight Festival will start at 7.00pm. Those that aren't helping with the last minute decorations, or finishing work for the night are getting ready for what will hopefully be a fun-filled night.





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Asta sat on the high stool behind the counter, gazing over the quiet shop as the clock ticked behind her. She doubted that they would get any customers in the next few minutes, everyone would be getting ready for the festival. The owner had given Asta permission to close early, but by early he meant 6.45pm which would give the girl barely anytime to get ready before the festival started. It was no surprise for anyone to know that Asta was excited. She loved festivals and she remembered the last Midnight festival. She had been nine and thought the lights entwined in the trees was spectacular. Even now as the sun began to set she could make out a line of lights out the window, running down the main street and towards the lake.

Asta leaned back on the stool and swung herself around. The stool creaked slightly as it spun and Asta, fearing that it would break, stopped. If it did break it wasn't like she would be hurt falling off. She was invulnerable to everything but mistletoe. Smack her with a solid metal pole and she'd be none the worse for wear, stab her with a plastic fork and she'd just give you a strange look. Mistletoe, as with her ancestor Baldr, is the only thing capable of hurting her either in it's basic form or refined. Naturally the Falr family has always avoided decorating their house with mistletoe at Christmas.

A twinkling of bells made Asta look up to find a customer entering the store.
"Hi there!" She said cheerfully to the old woman as she shuffled inside. The woman nodded her own greeting and began to browse through the rows of books. Asta watched her from her perch at the counter, trying to place her. She wasn't Norse, that was for sure. Asta knew the Norse families the best and would have known who this woman was instantly if she was from her own Pantheon. Asta guessed she was probably a Greek. Since she had only been here a month that would explain why Asta didn't recognise her.

Asta hoped that the festival did relieve the tensions in the town. She liked Northbay so much more when you didn't have to worry about fights breaking out between the different pantheons. Northbay was such a picturesque town too, it seemed to ruin the beauty of the place when the townsfolk had squabbles. Asta gave a sigh, she guessed she'd just have to wait and hope that tonight went well.




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Locked in a frantic battle against time, Marcus was blind to the outside world. His fingers played a rhythmic tapping sound against the library table while his eyes flicked from calculator to the sheet of calculations in front of him. Was he working on an important assignment? Did he have to meet an impending deadline? No, he was doing maths problems for fun. Stretched in front of him was a pad of paper, littered with numbers and beside him a textbook of problems to be solved. It helped him relax and stretched his mind, although he would probably make up an excuse to anyone that asked.

He glanced at his watched. Two minutes to go. Then he did a double take, realising it was 6.30pm. Hadn't his parents asked him to come home early so they could get ready for the festival? He had thought it was cute at the time, his parents wanting to go with him as a family. They had emphasized the fact that this festival was being thrown to welcome them into the town. The Norse and Egyptian Pantheons were trying to let the Greeks know that they were welcome. He knew that his parents also saw the other reason the festival was being held, to stop the increasing tensions between people. Now though, as Marcus realised he would have to go with half his questions undone, Marcus wished he hadn't agreed to go with his parents. What would everyone else think anyway if he turned up with his Mum and Dad? He was hardly the coolest kid without them, but with them...? He considered texting Shannon and seeing if they could go together.

With a sigh he began collecting his books and papers, stacking them neatly on the table before pushing them into his scuffed backpack. He wouldn't ditch his parents, not until they actually got to the festival at least. Then he would happily disappear into a corner or find a friend and stick with them the rest of the night. It wasn't that he was anti-social or disliked anyone else. Marcus was just incredibly shy. It took him a while to warm up to people. Around people he had just met he became stiff and words became that much harder to get out.




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Ramses gave a heavy sigh as he looked out across the grounds. As the sun set across the lake the fairy lights came to life, illuminating the scene before him. Tables had been placed in the clearing, a marquee set up above the food and a stage for the band was having the finishing touches done to it. From his position at the edge of the action Ram could see the various Elder members and those they had roped into help putting the last touches on the festival. He had been here half the day, thanks to his father who was a member of the Elders. His arguments of having better things to do had fallen on deaf ears and so Ram had been forced to work and talk with the other helpers for hours.

As if on queue his father appeared beside him, already dressed for the festival in a smart outfit.
"It looks wonderful father." Ram said to his father. Ramsey Atum, Ramses' father gave a satisfied nod,
"Yes, I think it does." He replied, "The town should be arriving in half an hour."
"Are there any more jobs to be done?" Ram asked, casting his eyes across the scene once again. Ram's father appeared to do the same thing and his gaze came to rest on the lights that led down to the lake shore.
"Perhaps you could add to the lights on the path to the lake." He told Ram, pointing to the string of lights. "We have no more fairy lights, so you will have to use your magic." He added. Ram nodded and moved off to complete the task, leaving his father to turn his trained gaze to the rest of the set up.

In all honesty Ram didn't mind helping his father. Ramsey Atum was someone that Ram had always looked up to and tried to emulate. Ram stopped by the lights to the lake and held a hand out towards them. A second passed and then a swelling of light suddenly appeared in the middle of Ram's hand. A small sphere of light grew in the centre of his palm until it was as big as the electric lights already there. With another push of Ram's magic he instilled the ball with enough light to last the night and then placed it beside an electric light where it would float happily all night. He repeated the process up and down the string of lights until it had all been brightened up. It was the perks of being the descendent of a Sun God, being able to create and control light in this manner. Ram took a step back to admire his work, casting a critical eye over it. In his opinion his lights shone brighter and truer than the others.

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr

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"Do this, do that. Criminity. It's like the old man think he's my boss or something," Fenris said to himself with a false expression of discontent as he referred to the town pub's owner. Truthfully, he didn't mind setting up the drinks for the festival. In fact, he had been looking forward to it. It had been agony behaving himself when he helped set up for town events the last year or so. Still, he could not afford to do anything with pretty much every one of the townspeople keeping a wary eye on him. This was, after all, the perfect event for him to make trouble at. So, naturally, he defied all expectations and spent the previous events searching for bedtime companions, which he succeeded at, of course. He could be rather charming when he wanted to.

Fenris surveyed his work with a slight smirk. There was beer, mead, rum, spiced cider, Irish Coffee and other alcoholic beverages for those old enough to partake in drunken revelry. Then there was hot chocolate, soda, fruit punch, water, lemonade, and other beverages. Truthfully, he had done nothing to the first few beverages. It wouldn't do for the fun to start right away. That was cheap and he'd be caught right away.

He had ensured that the non-alcoholic drinks for later were spiked with a special little alcohol of his own invention. It wasn't tasteless, as he had originally intended, but it was sweet and would be rather easy to hide. Even the water he could put off as having a little lemon in it. Then there were the alcoholic beverages that would be drunk later. He had added a little bit of what he called "Fenris' Special Happy Powder". It was a little something he made from mushrooms and other plants. It wasn't anything too bad. It just allowed people to cut loose. Free them of their inhibitions as it were.

The descendent of Loki watched the Sun God's descendent a few feet away. He shook his head. Really, he was doing this town a favor. Who wanted peace and order anyway? He approached the stick in the mud with a glass of wine, untampered, of course.

"Rammy, Rammy, Rammy. You really need to relax. We're having a party! I'm even dressed up for the occasion," Fenrisúlfr told him. He looked good if he could say so himself. He wore a devilishly black outfit with gold trimmings and a red sash wrapped from his right shoulder, across his chest, and down to his waist. Of course, he also wore a golden mask to compliment it. He could easily find a lover for the night if he so chose.

"Have a drink, Rammy," he told the man, wrapping an arm around him and holding his glass of wine to his face before taking a drink himself to ward off suspicion. Of course, even if it did have his drug, he wouldn't have minded. The experience was rather pleasant.

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Leslie France Saxon Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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"How does it look?" Iris asked Leslie, her best friend and practically her little brother.
Taking off from work that day, Iris had spent a majority of her time helping to string lights and decorate with her mother. Her mother, Ebony Aset, was an Elder, and as such had helped prepare. It was almost certain that Iris was expected to help with the decorations, she was happy when Leslie had agreed to help out as well.

A smile appeared on Iris's face as she thought once more about the party that was to take place in a but a short while. The Midnight Festival. The mere thought of it caused the her breath to catch. It had been nearly ten years, much to Iris's sadness, since they had last thrown the festival. This time they were doing it to welcome the Greeks to their home, and, in hopes of calming some of the ever present tension between the Pantheons.

The excitement and anticipation for it's start grew with every sight she took in. The elegant fairy lights that snaked around the trunks of surrounding trees, casting a warm, glow upon the entire space. Smells of warm baklava and krumkake that sat next to elegant cups brimming with fresh strawberries in a raspberry and passion fruit sauce, filled the air, making Iris's sweet tooth become nearly unbearable.

This had always been her favorite memory. The memory of dancing, hand in hand with her two younger sisters under the twinkling stars that only added to the fairy tail like aura that the Festival had always given off. She could still remember sitting under one of the wide oak trees a glow with the light of the fairy lights, allowing her mind to wander, detaching herself from the mingle of chatter and music, only to find herself in a large, sparkling ballroom, dancing round and round in the arms of a man with kind eyes.

"Perhaps I'll meet someone like that at the Festival tonight,"
she thought dreamily.

Shaking her head to clear her hopelessly romanticized thoughts, she noticed mischievous looking Fenris with his arm draped over a not so happy looking Ramses.

"This can't be good," Iris thought, nibbling part of her bright red lips ever so slightly.

Picking up skirt of her long, chiffon dress, she carefully, made her way over to the two. Hoping that Leslie would follow suit.
"Hello Ramses, hello Fenris. Ram, is there anything else you need me to do?" She asked, a dimpled smile shining on her face.

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Bree Vanadis Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr

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Brianna Vanadis balanced the tray of small pastries expertly in her hands, eyes alert for any sign that one was about to leap for freedom off the side. "Bree! Hurry up with the tray!" Bree glanced up to find one of her co-workers holding the car door open for her. The back seats and boot of the car were filled with food headed for the festival. The restaurant was providing dinner and nibbles for the event and Bree was helping to transport the collection down to the lake.
"Hold on, I'm coming." She replied, picking up her pace. The restaurant itself was still open and at half-staff since the rest were helping prepare the festival food. Most staff had the night off, luckily. All Bree had to do was get the food to the set up and then she was free. Delicately she placed the tray in the only free space left before hopping into the passenger seat. Beside her her fellow waiter started up the car and pulled out onto the main street.

They made their way slowly down to the lake, taking extra care not to bump the food in the back. Already the fairy lights strung up in the street had started to shine, giving the town a particularly magical feel to it. As they got closer to where the Midnight Festival was being held Bree caught sight of the hundreds of lights strewn between the trees. It was utterly beautiful. The car came to a stop close to where the buffet had been set up. Bree jumped out of the car, straightening her skirt once she was on her feet. The waiters that had already been down at the grounds congregated around the car, taking the trays and pots of food towards the table. Bree grabbed a covered tray of hot roast only to have it taken from her hands a moment later, "I'll take that for you." Her co-worker offered, taking the heavy tray from her. Bree happily picked up a bread basket and followed him, quietly eyeing up his muscled back as he led the way to the buffet.

There were people bustling about everywhere, fixing up last minute arrangements and then standing back to admire their work. A short ways off Bree noticed Ramses and Fenris. Bree didn't know who she liked the least. They were both people she didn't get along with for very different reasons. She gave the pair a wide berth as she returned to the car for more supplies. Five minutes later the car was cleared of food and everything was covered and ready to go.

With her job for the night officially over Bree wondered back to the car and grabbed the bag she had stowed their earlier. Knowing that she would be working right up to the beginning of the festival Bree had packed herself a bag with a change of clothes and shoes. Her makeup was already flawless and her hair would take little time. Straightening up she came face to face with her helpful co-worker. The young man, who everyone referred to as Jay, not only had a nice back but a reasonable face too. The two had a healthy working relationship and Bree had to admit that she never said no to an opportunity to flirt with him.
"So, you'll save a dance for me tonight?" He asked, leaning against the car door beside her.
Bree shrugged, "I don't know." she said playfully. "Depends if I have a spare dance."
"You and me, arms locked together beneath the starry sky... pretty romantic." He persisted, grinning down at Bree who could only laugh back.
"Maybe." Was all Bree replied with, gathering up her things and turned away from her would be suitor, "I'll see you later Romeo." She blew him a teasing kiss, which he caught and held to his heart, a grin on his face.

The bathrooms were, thankfully, large enough for Bree to comfortably change outfits. Her dress wasn't new, but it would do. Unlike her older sister who had bought the most gorgeous dress Bree had to be content with whatever was in her wardrobe. Finally dressed she stepped out of the bathroom cubicle and walked over to the buffet table where she was able to tuck the bag with her work clothes under the draped table. Then she stood, dusted imaginary dust from her dress and gazed around for a friendly face.

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Irisi Aset

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A gentle breeze floated over the white sand, making long blonde strands of her caress her face as she glanced out onto the lake. Piper peacefully sighed at the tranquility she got from the beach, though she wished to one day see the ocean this beautiful lake would have to do for now. Piper had spent most of the day helping set up this festival, though really she was just a helping hand to Beau. Personally Piper didn't want to go, to many people in one place scared her, that's the reason, that once she was finished her jobs, she came out here to find peace. She closed her silvery eyes and rested her head on her knees. But the peace was instantly broken once she heard people's voices. Glancing around Piper fixated on a group of three people, two boys and one girl. She didn't know them, but she really didn't know anyone here.

"PIPER!!" a loud male voice shouted at her and Piper once again spun around to see Beau had now joined the group. A large white toothy smile was planted on his face as he waved at her. Piper sighed and got up, dusting off the grey dress she had decided to wear tonight. She wasn't one for flashy, over the top, designer clothing like many other girls. She grabbed her pair of plain, black flat shoes, she had taken off the feel the sand, slipped them back on and reluctantly headed towards Beau. Piper had left her hair its natural curl, she doesn't wear make-up.

"Dad was wondering where you were, he wants you to actually socialize with someone" Beau said as he met her halfway. Piper just rolled her eyes as they started to walk back to the festival area.




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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Bree Vanadis Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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"Hello Ramses, hello Fenris. Ram, is there anything else you need me to do?" came a voice from behind him. Fenrisúlfr grinned over to see yet another member of the Egyptian Pantheon, not that he cared for that type of thing. He was not privy to the type of nationalistic rivalry that caused the Norse, Egyptians, and now, the Greeks, to have their petty rivalries. He shook his head at Irisi.

"I just want you to smile, dear Iris, but you already have that covered. Perhaps you can remove that stick from Rammy's ass? If so, then I'd be all set," Fenris told her with an enchanting smile, disentangling himself from the Egyptian before taking another drink from his glass. He surveyed the party. People were arriving in droves, just as he expected they would. Really, this town was too predictable at times. He spotted the Dias siblings and he smirked slightly. He had seen the way Irisi looked at him.

"I have quite a spot set up. Wine, candlelight, chocolate fondue. The perfect spot for a romantic evening if you'd like to join me," he suggested lecherously before glancing over at Beau, "Or, perhaps you'd prefer something different. Something Greek."

He chuckled slightly before whispering in her ear, his voice like sweet honey, "I could arrange something for you two, you know. Don't you want his big strong arms around you? Accompanied by whispers of fervent devotion? I can be quite kind if you would only accept my help, sweet Iris."

"Shut up! That bitch creeps me out."

Fenris' angelic face was soon marred as he heard those words, glancing at the spot he knew his sister to be hiding. His eyes narrowed oh so slightly and the power in his voice broke. Bitch, huh? Well, my dear friend, you know what they say about revenge. Noticing his distraction, however, he morphed his face back into an earnest expression and turned to Irisi.

"I apologize for my distraction, my lady Iris. I do so hate it when someone insults my sister," he told her truthfully.

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Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Shannon Ceres

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Ram stood back, admiring his work and feeling oddly optimistic about the night. Then a voice pierced through his thoughts, "Rammy, Rammy, Rammy. You really need to relax. We're having a party! I'm even dressed up for the occasion," Fenris appeared at his side, dressed in a black outfit and smiling smugly. "Have a drink, Rammy." Fenris added, wrapping an arm around Ramses' stiff shoulders and holding up the glass of wine.
"A pleasure as always Fenris." Ram muttered, attempting to ignore the extremely irritating nickname Fenris had for him, "Why don't you go bother someone else?"

A moment later the pair were joined by Irisi, a fellow Egyptian and one of the rare town members Ram counted as a friend, "Hello Ramses, hello Fenris. Ram, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Fenris disentangled himself from Ram and replied to Irisi, "I just want you to smile, dear Iris, but you already have that covered. Perhaps you can remove that stick from Rammy's ass? If so, then I'd be all set,"
Ram's mouth was set in a straight line as he listened to Fenris' teasing voice. In Ram's opinion Fenris was the epitome of what was wrong with this town. Him and his sister were given free rein to play their tricks and tease people.

"I apologize for my distraction, my lady Iris. I do so hate it when someone insults my sister," Fenris said, having just been distracted by someone insulting his twin sister. It was most likely that Fenris was actually telling the truth, something that rarely happened in Ram's opinion.
"Well, perhaps you should run along and check that she is alright." Ram suggested, his voice lacking any sort of sympathy for the female Serrure. He turned his back on Fenris, his disapproval of the man clear in his body language and by the expression on his face.
"Irisi, ignore anything he has to say. He's just trying to get a rise out of you." Ram told the girl, "And in regard to your earlier question, no, I don't believe there is anything else to do. We may as well try and enjoy the festival." On the word 'try' he glanced at Fenris. The festival would be neigh impossible to enjoy if Fenris kept up his irritating teasing.




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Asta's attention was once again drawn to the door as the bell sounded. Instead of a potential customer Asta was greeted with the sight of Shannon, a newly arrived Greek, cruising through the door with a skateboard under one arm and a bag under the other. "Hi Shannon." Asta greeted her. "What have you got for me?"
"Delivery... You just have to sign at the bottom right corner on the line..." Shannon said quietly, sliding a clipboard and pen across the counter to Asta. Asta pulled the clipboard closer and quickly scrawled her signature on the indicated line before pushing it back to Shannon.

"Are you going to that thingy tonight?" Shannon asked, her words clearer than her first. Asta nodded happily and glanced up to the clock. Only a few more minutes and she could close up.
"I wouldn't miss it!" Asta replied cheerfully, "I was nine the last time we had it and I spent all night dancing. We get a folk band in so it's really lively and upbeat. Then at midnight we all release these lantern things and it looks so pretty." She paused, hoping that she wasn't talking too much. Glancing at the clock again she figured that no one would actually come in the shop now, so close to the start of the festival. "I knew I would be working right up to the festival so I wore my dress to work." Asta confided. She stood up and pulled her jumper off, revealing the party dress beneath. It was, as with most things Asta wore, colourful.
"You're coming too, aren't you?" Asta asked Shannon, realising that she had probably just talked the other girl's ear off. "You have to come." Asta added, stepping around the counter and beginning to turn off the back of shop lights, "It's a festival to welcome you all into the town after all."

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Leslie France Saxon Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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ImageThis simply not to his liking in the slightest, it was to much. People not to his high standards were all around him chatting it up about irrelevant things. From his chair he watched over them all from a safe distances not wanting to get close and actually having to talk to them. "How does it look?" With our looking up he nodded his head, "Very lovely, Irisi." His response hasn't been in time with the girls feet as she began conversing with other groups of people around them. Why must she be so social? Leslie wouldn't have been here if it weren't for the girl who had pretty much begged her to arrive against his wishes. Being at home reading a book was very appealing right now, very, but who couldn't have said no to the happy girl.

A shadow loomed over Leslie causing him to look up to see a bright red smile. "Do you need something?" Instead of an answer he received a blinding white flash without being prepared. Blinking a few times he sighed, "At least warn me first please, Persephone." The girls lips just curled into a smile at his discomfort. She didn't wish to see him in pain, but he was amusing at times like this. In most of the pictures she had of him he wasn't smiling, he never forced a smile, meaning all the pictures she had captured were truly real. "What would be the fun if taking a picture you were ready for? There'd be no real emotion behind it." Pivoting his gaze from her he peered upon the fact that Irisi was away talking to Fenris, Why would she talk to that trouble maker? Without asking a question out loud he raised from his seat and made his way in between the two of them. "You having fun?" Asking so he tried his best to sound amused even though it was on the verge of being monotoned. Seeing that she was he then looked over at Ramses, "Hello there." Upon saying he immediately went to biting his bottom lip without meaning to, it was just a force of habit when he was around certain people. Looking over his males friend face he could see the irritation that was most likely being caused from Fenris; it made Leslie quietly chuckle. Amusement always came seeing Ram upset since it wasn't a common sight for Leslie to see unless the two of them were arguing about something.




ImageWith Leslie leaving her side she had the impulse to follow, but instead she decide she would go talk to someone more entertaining and take some pictures that could appear in the paper. Pulling her camera up to her right eye and squinting with the left she, she began to click and let the flash invade the dark.

These better look good. Taking it away from her face she flipped through the pictures on the screen before stopping on a certain one with a certain person. Smirking at her accomplishment she walked over to a small group that had formed. Stopping next to Beau she raised her camera up, took a picture, then faced the others with a smile, "Hello everyone."

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(( I'm so sorry for the disfunction of my post, I promise the next one will be much better! ))

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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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Beau said for Persephone when he saw her with her camera. Piper just hid behind him as Persephone took the picture.
"Hey Persephone, you look very nice tonight" Beau smiled down at her. He glanced around the small group forming and chuckled to himself at Ramses and Fenris.
"Hey Persephone you know my sister Pi....Piper?" Beau was just about the introduce her to Piper but when he reached around Piper was gone. Piper had scurried away as more and more people joined that group. She didn't feel comfortable. She looked around until her eyes landed on someone she actually knew. She saw Matt from her work wondering around with a younger man. Her eyes once again scanned the area until they landed on her father, whom was looking back at her with a pointed look. She knew he wanted her to get to know people. She took in a deep breath and gathered as much courage as she could and walked over to Matt.

"Umm hi Matt" Piper said softly as she reached the area where he stood. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, unsure if it was a good idea. Piper wished she could just go back to the beach and forget about coming to this crowded place.




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Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Leslie France Saxon Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie

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Iris had stiffened when Fenris had begun to taunt and tease her crush on Beau. "Is it really that obvious?" She thought, placing her hands over her dark red lips, praying that her tan, Egyptian skin would hide the blush that had begun to dust her cheeks. When Leslie had stepped between them, and Ramses had calmly told her to ignore the trickster, she had almost melted into a pool of relief and gratitude of her savior like friends.
Iris smiled as she saw the faces of her two friends, it was nice to know that she was loved, and while she hated troubling them, the fact that they cared enough to worry about her sent a warm feeling shooting through her veins.
Glancing over the shoulders of her two knights in shining armor, she looked Fenris directly in the eye. "I'm sorry Fenris, but I suppose your romantic spot will have to wait for a while longer. And as for the other offer," she paused for a moment "well, last I checked you were descended from the god of trickery, not the goddess of love. But thank you for the amusing offer," she smiled.
Turning to Ramses, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug of gratitude.
"Thank you for that Ram, I needed that. If I am not needed then I think I'll go dancing if you do not mind, you are all more than welcomed to join us if you please," she smiled.
Grabbing Leslie's hand, she began to pull him away from the group. "Oh, and Fenris," she paused mid-stride, tilting her head backwards ever so slightly so that she could see the descendent of Loki, "do remember that we Egyptians have a very accomplished book of the dead," an innocent smile danced upon her face.
"Please enjoy the party."
Mumbling a few words in ancient Egyptian, two purple iris flowers appeared in the palm of her open hand. With a soft blow, the iris's drifted towards the two boys, where they lightly touched the tip of their noses, and dissolved into an array of sparkling bubbles.
"Come on Leslie, let's see if Persephone would like to dance as well," she smiled, taking his hand again, she began to weave through the crowd.
Her eyes brightened when she saw Leslie's roommate, the flash from her ever present camera giving her away admits the crowd.
"Persephone," Iris yelled in an attempt to get her attention.
She accelerated ever so slightly, her bare feet guided by the folk music that had seemed to engulf the air. When she reached her, she let go of Leslie's hand and wrapped an arm around Persephone's arm.
"Would you like to come dancing with us?" she smiled, her voice slightly airy with excitement and anticipation.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing near them. Her heart stopped, as her cheeks seemed to simultaneously color with blush.
"Hello Beau, would you like to go dancing as well?" she flashed a dimpled smile, hoping that it would distract from her deepening blush.

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Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Viona Martis Character Portrait: Rayne Cyprus Character Portrait: Irisi Aset Character Portrait: Seriess Patrick Falr Character Portrait: Nathan Jarlson

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Viona walked up to a booth with two people and smiled down at them. "So, what'll you guys have today?" Taking out a notepad and pencil, she scribbled down the couple's order. "I'll be right out with your food," she assured with a smile. Striding towards the kitchen, she ripped out the small page from the notepad and gave it to the chef. Emerging from the kitchen, she checked on her other customers, making sure they were satisfied. While the food was being prepared by the chef, she took a moment to sit down and take a break. She'd been working for hours, and luckily, her shift would end before the festival started.

The lantern festival was something new for her. It had only been an month since her and the other greeks arrived at Northbay. In that time, it hasn't really been a smooth trasition. There was rising tension among the pantheons. It made sense though, three different groups of powerful beings being put into a small town would do that. The elders' official reason for hosting the festival was to welcome the Greeks, but it was obvious to everyone that it was mainly to calm the strain among the people.

Viona went into the kitchen and strode out with a tray piled with food and drinks. She approached the table with the couple and set down the platters. "Let me know if you need anything else." With a sigh, she turned away. Her eyes trailed to the clock hanging on the far wall, and she smiled. It was 6:30; her shift was over. Happily, she took off her half apron and threw it into the employees room before leaving.

It had started to grow dark already, shades of dark blue and purple streaked the skies as the sun was setting. She walked among the many people bustling on the sidewalks, and headed towards her house. A short walk later, she entered her house and went upstairs. She had a half hour to get ready, and she wanted to take a shower first. Getting in the tub, she let the warm water run down her, relaxing her muscles.

A few minutes later, she was out and stood in front of her closet, deciding what to wear. Her decision finally landed on a simple coral dress. After she got dressed, Viona brushed her hair and left her house, leaving the door unlocked behind her. Although everyone around here wasn't peachy, it was still a safe community.

Viona headed towards the festival grounds. She saw groups of people in conversation, but decided not to approach them. She didn't want to intrude, so she headed in the direction of food. A table was set with pastries, and she took one. Her gaze lingered over the beautiful scenery; the lanterns were casting a beautiful glow, and the grounds lit up with light.



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Nathan leaned precariously forward, his fingers fumbling to tie the lantern up. He was standing on a ladder, helping the others string the lights up. He'd been at it for hours now, starting late morning earlier that day. He even took off work for this. Granted, he did leave Asta all alone to run the shop herself; he'd have to remember to apologize for that later.

At last, that section of lanterns was hung, and Nate descended the ladder to take a break. He hadn't known stringing lanterns and setting up a festival could be so strenuous. He decided to settle down in the cool grass for a moment, and watched the others work. The elders were pretty involved with the work put into the festival, and roped many others into helping. Those that weren't stuck helping were off working or getting ready.

He was actually quite excited for the festival, hence all the hard work he was putting into it. The last one had been so long ago, but he remembered having a great time. The intention behind the festival this time were to lower tensions between the pantheons. It was hard enough for the Norse and Egyptians to get along, but now the Greeks were added to the equation. He wondered just how effective the festival would be in accomplishing the task. He would just have to wait and see.

Nate got back up again to help with the finishing touches. An hour later, the festival was pretty much all set up. Checking his phone, he saw that it was 6:30. 'I should probably go home.' He walked back to his house, and took a quick shower. It had been a long and arduous day. After that, he threw on some nice-ish clothes and headed back out again.

Getting ready hadn't taken him that long, so by the time he arrived back at the festival grounds, the pastries were just arriving. He saw Bree pulling all the food out of her car and smiled.

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Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Viona Martis Character Portrait: Irisi Aset

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Fenris placed a hand upon his heart, as though terribly wounded. He shook his head at her, giving her an exaggerated look of hurt. One could almost believe that it was genuine were it not for the amusement laced with his voice.

"Dear Iris, you wound me. Here I was, offering to help you with your little problem, and you simply insult, threaten, and push me away. Some of the strongest relationships were founded upon cunning and deception," he told her with a chuckle. He himself rather believed this audacious statement based upon his own observations. Shaking his head at her, he chose to leave the group. He would return to them later on. It would be a while yet before the drinks too effect.

As for himself, he chose to take glass of his sister's favourite alcohol and approached the tree she was inhabiting, smirking slightly at the two rude boys walking away from it. They would pay dearly. He looked up at the tree and climbed it, not really caring about ruining his outfit. He passed her the drink.

"See anything interesting from up here?" he asked her.

He sat in silence for a bit before he spotted a rather fetching young lady marveling at the lights. He grinned. That was the Ares descendent, Viona. Now that was interesting. What was it about women that could seriously harm him that drew his interest so?

"The view is much more beautiful up here, you know," he called down to her, "Well, I suppose you can't reach as high up as myself and my sister, but it is quite breathtaking. Oh, I suppose you wouldn't want to ruin your dress. That's a valid excuse."

He smiled. If she was like any other war god child, then she wouldn't be able to turn down his challenge. Still, he couldn't resist adding a genuine compliment to his challenge.

"You go well with it, by the way," he told her, his charming grin still on his face, but there wasn't any trickery this time.

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Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr

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Matthias scanned his surroundings, taking in the faces of the different descendants from the three pantheons. He felt out of place, an interloper in the midst of others that have known each other since childhood. He was ignorant to the glare of the Serrure boy, as well as the omniscient gaze of the Serrure girl he'd left in the tree just outside the outskirts of the party. He was still a little on edge about the riddles and icy stare she threw at him more than anything. The Nethuns boys stuck close to each other, settling into the sidelines to watch the conversation unfold instead of getting involved. Neither Dylan nor his older brother ever really felt the need to be social, only ever finding comfort in each other's company. "You want a drink?" Matthias was pulled out of his reverie, raising his eyebrows in an unspoken request for his little brother to repeat himself. When he did, emerald eyes honed in on the refreshments provided by those who prepared the party. Something about it didn't sit right with him. Perhaps it had been the vague warning given to him by the bleach blonde twig. Call him paranoid but he'd rather heed her warning then take a chance, especially around near strangers.

"I'm gonna have to pass, Dill."

Dylan smirked, cocking his brow with a patronizing smirk, "Did the little kitty give you the heeby-geebies?"

"Little kitty?" Matthias furrowed his brows, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. "...-the hell are you talking about?"

"Dude, she was quoting the Cheshire Cat. Word for word." the younger brother chuckled, "She just did it to fuck with you. Don't let it get to you."

Matthias smirked, "You go ahead and get something to drink. If your ass gets roofied then don't expect me to bring you home."

"Umm hi Matt"

The elder brother turned to the sound of the small voice close by, almost recognizing it. He cast his gaze down, his smirk uprooting into a full fledged smile when he saw his coworker fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Piper! Hey." He wrapped his arm around her for a quick, friendly hug, backing away to avoid any awkward situations. He grasped his brother's shoulder tightly, steering him towards the female mechanic. "This is my little brother Dylan."He looked over at him, telling him to be nice without having to vocalize it. Dylan wasn't as 'social' or 'friendly' as Matthias and preferred solitude more than going out and making new friends. "Dylan, this is Piper. She works with me over at the garage."

Dylan pulled his gaze away from his brother's, "You must have a lot of patience working around cars with my brother all day" he quipped, offering his hand and a friendly smile, "It's nice to meet you, Piper".







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She held no ill will towards the older of the two men as they quickly evaded her looming presence. Her amusement upon seeing him practically run away when all she spoke was nonsense dissuaded the usual malice that would've been brought to light at the insult thrown at her name. Brynja found them intriguing, her eyes following their departure as they walked away, their strides almost exactly the same. She cocked her head to the side as the older man seemed to heed his warning, a smile threatening to reveal itself. Her gaze fell and she saw her brother making her way towards her, shooting a glare at the boys that'd left her company. Surely he hadn't heard what they'd said, he was much too far away at the time it'd occurred and the man had done more than whisper it into his own brother's ear. From the look Fenris gave them, however, it would seem that he had. Brynja rolled her eyes, her lips ridding themselves of that ghost of a smile and succumbing to the residual scowl she always held. She remained stoic as he perched beside her, inquiring about the view.

Brynja responded with a curt, "Hardly." just before Fenris called out to one of the descendants. Her gaze flashed over towards the young woman he was calling out to before it shot over to her twin in resentment. Once he'd finished his little tirade, the younger twin spoke up in a monotone that was laden with a hint of acrimony, "Must you go about drawing attention to yourself when in my company?"

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Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Viona Martis

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Viona's attention was drawn away from the lights around her by the sound of a voice. She glanced around, turning her head, but no one seemed to be talking to her. She finally traced the voice to a person inhabiting a tree, Fenris. He was sitting up their quite at home with his sister, Brynja.

"The view is much more beautiful up here, you know." Viona gave him a smile, wondering what tricks he was up to. "Well, I suppose you can't reach as high up as myself and my sister, but it is quite breathtaking. Oh, I suppose you wouldn't want to ruin your dress. That's a valid excuse." The last part of what Fenris said stuck with her.

He was issuing a challenge. A small one, admittedly, but being a child of war, she simply couldn't resist, no matter how aware she was that Fenris was provoking her. She flashed him a determined look."You go well with it, by the way," At his comment, her expression softened to a light smile. "You obviously don't know me if you think a dress is going to get in the way," she replied.

Climbing the tree would be a simple task for her; the only problem were her heels. She looked down at her ankle boots and sighed. She would just have to make it work. Viona walked up the the large tree, reaching up to grasp the nearest branch. She wrapped her fingers around it and tried to pull herself up, but pulled a little too hard. The branch snapped off with a loud cracks. Oops. She still didn't know her own strength that much. Setting the branch down, she grasped another one, and successfully pulled herself up. She quickly climbed her way from branch to branch. Her heels hindered her progress a little, but she was still able to reach the top.

Settling on a branch near Fenris and Brynja, Viona smiled triumphantly.
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Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Viona Martis

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"Must you go about drawing attention to yourself when in my company?"

"Dear sister, there is nothing wrong with a little interaction now and then," Fenris told Brynja with a grin. Truthfully, he knew that Brynja would never fully embrace being part of the chaos the two concocted and he respected that. He could see the appeal in sitting back and watching your pawns amble around blindly in the dark, but he could never sit still too long. He always wanted to join in.

He watched with interest as the child of the war god climbed after them, chuckling slightly as she underestimated her own strength. He watched in fascination as she took to the challenge like a fish to water and climbed faster than even he did and that was saying something, considering both he and Brynja enjoyed finding strange places like tree branches to survey their playmates.

"Oh, well-done. As your prize, I will be your date for the night," Fenris announced as though she had won a great honor. He gestured towards the table of refreshments, "I have already provided tonight's entertainment. No need to thank me."

He looked at his sister, giving her his most enduring expression, silently asking her not to break his new playmate.

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Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Fenrisúlfr Character Portrait: Viona Martis

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"Dear sister, there is nothing wrong with a little interaction now and then."

To this, Brynja glared in utter grievance. Her entire countenance was laden in disdain as the descendant of Ares climbed onto a branch near her and her brother. She could curse the day he was born for bringing unwanted company into her self-proclaimed domain. Oh how she loathed parties and communal interaction. Nonetheless she came, if only to humor herself with spectating this fruitless attempt at uniting these pantheons as one loving community. Fenris knew how she loathed being around anyone but him and yet still this is what he insisted upon, forcing his socially inept little sister into unwanted retinue. She immediately felt crowded, her lip quivering into a sneer as she made a feeble scoot away from the feminine product of war. When she lifted her eyes to meet that of her kin, Brynja caught on to his mien as if she were wearing it herself. Her eyes narrowed as she shot a look at her brother's new plaything, her gaze returning to Fenris. Her icy stare held a warning, an unspoken negotiation.

"As you wish." When she spoke, her voice was but a whisper, leaning in close so the young Ares descendant could not hear her. "You have your fun with this Greek, Fenris, I shall not harm her. However, let it be known that the Poseidon boy is mine-..." She enunciated this with a threatening glare, uprooting herself from the spot and carelessly slinging herself off the branch. She bent at the knees, landing with a soft thud. The landing caused her muscles to ache, a shiver running through her frail bones as she got up. With barely a wobble, she walked on, stalking her own playmate through the shadows of the trees. If Fenris wanted to play favorites, she'll let him have his fun. Brynja had every much the right to claim one of these cretins as her own. As her eyes fell on the eldest Nethuns boy, it became all too apparent to herself that he was the one she chose.







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"Its nice to meet you to Dylan and I think its fine working with Matt" Matthias shot his brother a teasing glance, his mouth uplifted in a crooked smirk despite his surprise. When they worked together the two barely spoke. To know that she wasn't completely against holding a conversation with him was somewhat a relief. "Ummm so how's work on that Firebird 1970? Have her up and running again yet?"

He turned to her with his hands shoved into his pockets, glancing up to recall his progress on the vehicle sitting on his side of the garage, "I've got the engine installed as of today; had to replace the whole thing. Once we get to the shop tomorrow I'll bolt everything down and give her some oil, maybe grease the pistons, and she'll be ready to go." As he glanced around he could've sworn he'd caught a glimpse of bleach blonde hair in the midst of the trees. He honed in on it for only a second, searching in vain because he couldn't seem to find it again.