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Irisi Aset

"Can I help you?"

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a character in “Living Gods II”, as played by anything14

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”Can I help you?”



The Basics



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Name: Irisi Naeemah Aset

Nickname: Iris, Naeemah, Rissy, Bones, Nae, Nana

Age: 23

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Student(currently pursuing a combined bachelors and masters degree to be a Physician's Assistant), but works part time as a waitress at a cafe to support her and her sisters.

Pantheon:
Egyptian


Getting To Know You


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Likes:
singing
reading
being outside
practicing her magic
taking care of others
rain
winter/autumn

Dislikes:
being called by her full name
feeling weak/being emotionally hurt or vulnerable
not knowing where her sisters are
bullies
people who don't respect others

Hobbies: She enjoys everything and anything to do with music, as well as reading or writing. Iris also enjoys a secret passion of dancing, but she rarely gets a chance to do any of this.

Habits: When she is thinking about something very intently, she will bite on the tip of her thumb nail

Fears: Altophobia(fear of heights), Achluophobia(fear of the dark), Brontophobia(fear of thunder and lightening), and Coulrophobia(fear of clowns)

Secrets:
Irisi has taken up kickboxing and boxing in order to help deal with the anger she feels towards her dad.

Though she would die of embarrassment should anyone find this out of her, whenever she has free time, she will spend her time by devouring romance books, and crying through Nicholas Sparks movie marathon's on TV.



What Makes Us Special


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Ancestor:
Isis

Powers:
Healing- Through the use of an ancient Egyptian spell, Iris is able to heal others. Though depending on the severity of the illness or cut, the amount of energy she has to use will vary.
Energy ball- she can emit a quick burst of energy in the form of an energy ball, though she will only use this in emergencies, seeing as it uses more precious energy than her other powers. She is able to preform this task by muttering a few words in ancient Egyptian.
Magic- she is able to do basic abilities such as scrying, and potion and charm creating. For this she follows ancient Egyptian rituals.

Weaknesses:
Irisi will ignore her own needs in favor of helping her sisters or others, it is not uncommon to work herself into pure exhaustion.
Irisi is very over protective of those she loves, resulting in doing reckless things to make sure that those close to her are never hurt.
If Irisi uses too much of her powers, then she will become weakened and have to rest for long periods of time in order to regenerate her energy.
Using her magic requires an immense amount concentration, and lack of it will cause for the spell to fail.

Strengths:
Flexibility/agility- due to years of dance and gymnastics she is quite flexible and agile.
Stamina- Thanks to years of running, dance, and gymnastics, Iris has an incredible stamina.
Intelligence- With an IQ of 179 and a photographic memory, it is easy for Iris to learn and sustain information she has learned, resulting in a high intelligence.
Iris is also a very good cook, due to her years of practice

Thoughts:
“They seem nice enough, but mess with my family, then pray to Ra that I do not find you.”



Describe Me


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Personality: Iris can appear to be very blunt, and even seemingly cold. But should you dare to venture beneath this well crafted facade, you shall find a kind, caring, and nurturing woman. Iris is generally unwilling to trust or grow attached to anyone other than her sisters, mother, and a small group of others, for fear that they will abandon her the same way that her father did when she was younger. But should you earn her trust, than you will find that she is extremely loyal and over protective to the point of completely ignoring her own well being for the sake of others. However, she is also very stubborn and hard working, with impossible determined blood coursing through her veins. Forming the thought that she needs to be strong for her younger sisters and mother, she will often push aside or entirely ignore her own feelings. At heart, Iris, is a true hopeless romantic, a trait for which she often scolds herself for.
Irisi had never really fit in with any of the other kids, or at least, she's never really tried. Iris always had her nose in a book, or was sitting in the classroom working on her studies. Though this attributed to her intellect, it also caused a lot of bullying and her being a social outcast. But Iris really didn't care, as long as her family was taken care of, people could think what they want about her. Despite her best efforts, Iris can be a little hot headed at times, partially due to the part that she constantly keeps her feelings bottled up inside of her. It isn't unheard of her to go to the gym a more than often if she is having a bad week(at the gym she will usually spend an hour or two pounding her feelings out on a poor defenseless punching bag.)



Nature Vs Nurture


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History:
Since as far back as Irisi can remember, her father had never been there. A great archeologist, he was constantly going on exhibition after exhibition, leaving the her mother, Ebony Aset, to raise three girls by herself. Despite being a respected town Elder, she is forced to take up another job, in order to pay the bills, since her husband uses his paycheck to fund...other activities. Irisi took it up herself, as the oldest of the girls, to not only take care of her sisters, but also her exhausted mother. By the time Ebony would get home from work, the girls would be in bed, and a diner would already be waiting in the oven for her(though at first it was only boxed macaroni and cheese, the meals progressively got better). Every few months, the family would get a call from her father, Dr. Aset, only to hear that his excavation had gotten extended another few months, even though the family could clearly hear the sound of women laughing in the background. At this, the strong Ebony would put on a brave face, and put her beloved children to bed. But, each time, Iris, would sneak out of her bed and creep to her mother's bedroom, where she would hear the faint sounds of her strong goddess's (a term Iris used as a child to affectionately call her mother), muffled sobs. It was then that Iris's anger got the better of her. A deep hatred boiled up inside of her, she truly hated her father, and as far as she was concerned, she didn't have one any more. Iris made a vow that night, her small fists trembling as rage filled tears streamed down her face, if her father wasn't going to start taking care of the family, than she was. At the age of 12, Iris began to pick up odd little jobs, here and there, in order to earn some extra money for the family, before she started working at the Cafe, a place where members of the Northbay community could hang out. Around this time, she also discovered the magic that was a common gift within her family. Not wanting to bother her mother, she took it upon herself to learn the magic, eventually mastering it through the study of ancient texts. Graduating with exceptional grades, she was hell bent on continuing her education, but she insisted that she would pay for it on her own. Currently pursuing a career as a Physician’s Assistant(and maybe even a Physician one day), she is working towards the goal of the day when her family wouldn't have to worry about money, and her mother could finally rest.

Other: She can hold her own in a fight(though obviously not as good as the war gods children), Iris can't work technology or fix anything around the house to save her life. She hates her car, a used model from the 90's that is always breaking down. She is fascinated by ancient Egyptian history, and is quite fluent in at least one of the ancient Egyptian languages, as well as Arabic(Iris will often start yelling in them when she is angry)

So begins...

Irisi Aset'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: FenrisĂșlfr 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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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: Piper Dias Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Bree Vanadis Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Brynja Serrure Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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. FenrisĂșlfr 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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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! ))

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: FenrisĂșlfr 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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Characters Present

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

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"Its nice to meet you to Dylan and I think its fine working with Matt" Piper said kindly though she was still bit surprised after she was hugged. "ummm so hows work on that Firebird 1970? have her up and running again yet?" Piper asked, she wasn't good on small talk that's why she usually stayed quiet.


Beau smiled down at Persephone, a big white grin. "I have no problem with you taking picture's of me and yes it is a very beautiful night" he said looking over the decorations. He turned back to Persephone "Ya I'm having a great time and it was really nice of everyone to welcomes the Greek's like this" Beau said kindly. While scanning over the area his eyes fell upon Iris walking over to them. "Ya sure Iris I would love to go dancing with you guys" Beau grinning as he took her hand and twirled Iris then dipped her down then back up, making sure to hold her waist to steady her, showing over the fact that her could dance but he also noticed her blush now and wondered if she was ok. Beau let go of Iris's waist and flashed her a grin "Are you alright? your cheeks are kinda pink did I hurt you?" Beau said in concern.




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Image"I have no problem with you taking picture's of me and yes it is a very beautiful night" An uncotrollable smile bubbled to the top of her pale conplex at the sound of having an agreeable model. "Brillant!" She almost had so much excitement from it she could have hugged him, but didn't. She wasn't to touchy as a person unless it was someone close to her, but sometimes she did make exceptions to that rule from time to time. "Ya I'm having a great time and it was really nice of everyone to welcomes the Greek's like this" With untruer words the ginger giggled at the dismay of his comment. "You are being welcomed by some, but defiantly not everyone. Some find the Greeks a thron in their sides, I don't, others do," looking into his eyes she smirked, "personally I don't care if the Greeks are here or not, but they're some I've seemed to grow fond of-"

"Persephone," before she could finish speaking a lively Egytian girl came hopping their way. "Would you like to come dancing with us?" The lightness and almost breathtaken sound in Iris' as she asked made it almost difficult to understand, no matter how clear Persphone knew she would have to do her job and wasn't sure if dancing was even on her schedule. When opening her bold reddened lips to speak she was once again cutoff by the tan skinned girl, "Hello Beau, would you like to go dancing as well?" Ya sure Iris I would love to go dancing with you guys" With her expression fading to nothing as Beau walked away with Iris Leslie took her side. "Does someone appear to be jealous?" Not pulling her camera to her face she took a of the dancing couple knowing the angle was a good one. Manvuering her body to face Leslie she rolled her eyes, "Unlike you I don't get jealous, it's inappropriate." Scuffing at her remark he hit her playfully. "Just because you don't want to share your feelings doesn't mean you have to lie over it," it was almost shocking how monotoned and stiff his face was when he joked with her, yet she always expected, "and I don't get to jealous." Again her eyes were rolled following with a sigh. Leslie was nortious for starting small arguements with people he enjoyed to be around, she was one that was unfortunely liked enough to be envolved in one. "I don't have time to argue-" For the third time she had been cut off, this not by words, by a push to the center of her back from a man much stronger than her. Before she had left her spot she had heard the soft whisper of cut in slide from the lips of a monotoned giant.

ImageWhen finally finding her stopping point she quickly jumped back, noticing that she had ran into Iris and Beau. "I'm so sorry!" Her voice barely reached above her normal voice as she steadied herself as she held Iris' shoulder. Before long Lelsie had appeared again wrapping his arms around Iris' waist, "Come dance with me, beautiful." He whsipered in her ear as he stopped her a small ways from then and began swaying her. When Persephone saw what Leslie did she could have beat him, but she knew why he didn't want her around Beau or any other guy, he was to protective of her. Persephone and Leslie were close, but Iris and Lelsie had a bond she'd never understand. Looking at Beau she gave a weak expression, "I'm sorry about that."

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

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A dimpled smile lit across Iris's face when she heard Beau's agree. Suddenly, she felt hands wrap around her waist, and the world turn upside down as Beau slid her into an unexpected dip. An surprised giggle, mixed with utter joy escaped from her scarlett lips, when he brought her back up her face was flushed, and a light blush dusted her tan cheeks.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Iris stared breathlessly into his eyes, an excited smile adorned her face in a subtle air about it. She found herself at a loss for words as emotions she never knew had began to build within her. She could feel her heart pounding relentlessly against her sternum, and yet feeling as though it was nothing more than a delicate butterfly, flitting wildly in it's fleshy cage. "Is this what love feels like?" She questioned. Iris had only loved a select few in her life, but the feeling that she felt when she was around Beau, was something new, and unfamiliar to her. A kind of mysterious gamble that she wished to hold close to her forever.
"Never better," she breathed, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.
The duo walked to closer towards the music, though Leslie and Persephone did not follow as she had thought they would.
"Is this really happening, or did I hit my head again?" Iris smiled as began to dance with Beau, feeling like a young teen girl crushing on a handsome teen idol. Someone who she had placed upon a pedestal, an unreachable being who had been the focus of her one sided affection, and then, thinking it but another one of the dreams that she readily escaped to at night, only to find that it was real.
Her thoughts were disrupted as she felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder, as one would do when one was trying to steady oneself in an attempt to save them from a formal, and quite painful, introduction of their face with the ground. Instantly, Iris felt her mother like, well honed after years of helping her own mother look after her younger sisters, kick in. She opened her mouth to say ask if Persephone was alright, and who, or what had caused her fall, when she felt Leslie's arm slip around her was as he asked her to dance. They began to sway back and forth together, much to Iris's anger.
"Leslie, I need to make sure Persephone is okay," she said spinning out of his tight grasp in a well formed chene, her dress flying around her as she did so.
She stopped just a few inches before Persephone. "Persephone, are you alright? Did someone trip you?" Iris said as she anxiously checked Persephone for any scraps or bruises.
Taking sandwiching Persephone's hands between her own, Iris closed her eyes as she began to mutter in ancient Egyptian. The magic pricked beneath her skin as it began to rise within her. With a deep, controlled exhale, she pushed some of her magic into Persephone, her fingers tickling slightly as the tiny amount of magic was transferred. The magic would be able to detect any unnoticeable wounds better than Iris could. The laughter and music faded into the distance, as she concentrated on her task. She was oblivious to the noises and actions that went on around her, right now, all she wanted to do was make sure that Persephone was okay.

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

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ImageWatching as Iris struggled away from Leslie's grasp she could hear him saying how Persephone was fine as Iris did not settle with the answer.
Knowing that the other girl cares put small curls to the ends of her lips. Persephone might have liked it, but she disagreed with Iris worrying to much about her. "I'm fine, there's absolutely no need for you to worry about me." Speaking the words didn't stop the brunette. She came in front of her, inspecting her. There were hands touching Persephone, familiar, unwanted. Feeling very independent made her almost not be able to stand someone trying to in a baby her. Trying to slap Iris' hands away she attempt to keep a uplifting appearance about herself even though she was greeting irritated. "I'm fine." Not liking to repeat herself made the words a little more harsh than the time before without meaning to. It just Persephone was being serious, when she said something she usually meant it unless she was joking; this was not one of those times.

"She's just trying to help you." Chimed in Leslie. Leslie found it enjoyable watching Persephone squirm under the hands of Iris. Silently joking to himself she did not feel the same amusement. "Iris please stop." When Iris took Persephone's hand between both of hers she was going to pull away, but before she could Iris began chanting some spell in a foreign language. She had been greatly upset by this she wanted to argue and yell at Iris for not obeying her wishes, she did not get the chances. When Iris had went into her trance Persephone found a wave of calmness flow over her, peace, serenity. What has this girl done to me? She could have questioned it, in fact she thought about doing it, the words she wanted to say wouldn't come out. When Iris had finished speaking she jerked her hand back as soon as possible. "Thank you for whatever you just did." No longer having her anger she kissed the cheek of Iris and hugged her, knowing she had done whatever just to help her.

ImageSeeing as Persephone's anger drifted off into some distances and that Iris' spell doing was over she glanced up at the tall tuxedo man who let out a sigh of boredom. Knowing him well she could read from his facial expression being at this party still wasn't a highlight, nothing truly unique was happening anymore after the small scene of drama he had caused and no one was really talking to him. "Is something troubling you?" Even though he hadn't been looking at her and she hasn't said his name he some how knew the question was directed towards him and answered, "No, I'm having a splendid time." Containing a voice purely created of seriousness she knew otherwise with all his very dry humor. Giggling was her only reaction to his joke, it was the only way she knew how to completely respond.

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