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Matthias Nethuns

"If you say 'I told you so,' I swear to God, I'll start swinging."

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a character in “Living Gods II”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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“So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light.”




The Basics

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| Name |

Matthias Nêreus Nethuns
|| Muh-thigh-us | Nair-e-us | Neh-thuns ||

| Nickname |

"Matt's fine, though Matthias will do.
Call me Water Boy and I'll kick your ass"


| Age |

Twenty-four

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Occupation |

Mechanic

| Pantheon |

Greek



Getting To Know You

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| Likes || Dislikes |

Matthias enjoys making pop culture related one-liners, especially ones he knows his little brother will get annoyed by it. His preferred musical stylings are Classic Rock and Heavy Metal. He still holds a overwhelming adoration for his car, a 67 Chevy Impala, that he's had since he first learned how to drive. He is enamored by bacon cheeseburgers, pie, and coffee and still indulges in a beer every now and then. Matt has always hated flying in airplanes back before the infection, almost as much as he hats people talking shit about his car. If there's anything he still hates it's when people talk shit about his family.


| Hobbies |

He is a skilled driver and an accomplished mechanic. He knows the inner workings of motor vehicles so well that he can often detect when something is wrong with them merely by listening closely. This tends to take up most of time. When he's not in his garage, he's spending time with his brother, drinking a beer on the hood of his baby. He has demonstrated great proficiency at reading and manipulating people and assessing a given situation through observation, and is a competent con artist; having been able to swindle his way into a few extra dollars to pay for gas money or food.


| Habits |

He tends to overcompensate by acting a little butch because he's had to play the role of both a father and a mother. He licks his bottom lip when he's nervous and tends to make heavy eye contact with anyone he talks to. He's very vulgar without meaning to be; for Matt it's simply his common vernacular.


| Fears |

Aviatophobia: The fear of traveling in an airplane. "Don't laugh because I'm afraid of flying in a plane, those fuckers crash all the time."Thanatophobia: The fear of losing a loved one. "No chick flick moments, alright?" Equinophobia: The fear of horses. "You don't have to tell me how ironic it is for me to get creeped out by the very thing my ancestor helped create. Trust me, I know."


| Secrets |

Because he practically had to raise his brother by himself, he's done some not-so-good deeds in order to make ends meet. He's pretty much done anything he could in order to ensure that his brother had food in his belly and a roof over his head,even starving himself so that his little brother could eat. Yes, he did everything he could except sell himself for sexual favors. Thankfully it never came to that.



What Makes Us Special

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| Ancestor |

Poseidon

| Powers |

Hydrokinesis: Matt can control water; moving and shaping bodies of water to the his desire: lifting, parting or otherwise manipulating its form and/or density. Water can easily serve as a weapon, either by shaping into gigantic whips, swung repeatedly at a target as a snake-like body, formed into a razor-sharp edge that can cut through even metal, or simply dropped to smother opponent or put out a fire. On the sea or ocean, Matt can create several natural phenomena related to water, such as: whirlpools, waterspouts, tidal waves, etc. Terrakinesis: Matt can influence earthquakes and, although it takes strenuous effort, he can widen a preexisting leisure in the earth's mantle.


| Weaknesses |

Controlling and manipulating great bodies of water (i.e. lakes, ponds, seas, oceans) is exhausting. With his earth manipulation, he's not as advanced as he'd like to be. The earthquakes he manipulates don't score very high on the rector scale. All he can really do with the ground is make it quiver.


| Strengths |

Matt is an excellent mechanic. He's a huge car enthusiast and knows the inner workings of his Impala like the back of his hand. He's a fairly decent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, having to fend for himself and his brother for many years. He's an excellent caretaker and cooks respectively.


| Thoughts |

"I don't know any of these guys personally, to tell you the truth. I'm not really into the 'family feud' thing. As long as they don't mess with me or my brother, I have no problem with any of them."



Describe Me

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| Personality |

Matthias is a man with a heart of gold hidden behind a shroud of distrust. Growing up as the primary caregiver for his little brother, he taught himself such values as chivalry and compassion. He was seemingly born with an extraordinary talent to make you laugh in your most desperate time of need, though he only utilizes it around people he feels he can actually trust. Often times he adorns this heart-warming smile that made his hazel eyes glow with a genuine exuberance you couldn't find anywhere. Being abandoned by his father shortly after the death of his mother was rough on him. He began to distrust adults, putting aside everyone else's well-being to focus on caring for his brother. He possesses a dark sense of humor and a blatant sarcastic vernacular which he uses to steer people away instead of allowing himself to get sentimentally attached. He possesses this cocky, stubborn demeanor and an overall narcissistic, making it difficult for people to actually tolerate him. He's brash and highly temperamental, quite often he is known to react first and ask questions later. This irrationality doesn't make him any less rational than he's always been. Though heedless on most occasions, he is perfectly capable of sitting down and thinking up a well-formulated strategy. He thinks things through when he knows it is of grave importance. He's stoic and nonchalant but there is an air of mysticism about him that suggests he does feel emotion. Matthias is never one to submit fully to empathy, but he does still care. And it's not hard to tell that the only person he might actually still give a damn about is his little brother.



Nature Vs Nurture

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| History |

He's spent his entire life being the strong one, the anchor in his own irascible, flippant way. Not only for his younger brother, but to a certain extent his father. He was the glue that held them together. Matthias was willing to subjugate whatever dreams or aspirations that he had to stand by his father's side and be whatever the man needed him to be. He built him up into a superhero, because to face the fact that his father was only human would allow Matt's fears to take precedence. And he couldn't afford to be afraid. He had to be the strong one, for his little brother. That was the root of Matt's faith in his father. It was the only way he could survive his childhood without giving in to the terror that his father would leave the house one day and never come back. For the majority of his young adulthood, Matthias was markedly a “type.” He was the bad boy, the kind that pop culture tells “women want and men want to be.” He was an incorrigible flirt and preferred his ladies fast, he barked and scowled when he was not in charge, and when someone was in his car, it was his rules, and they'd listen to his music the whole way. He liked beer and bad fast food, and no one would ever catch him in a pair of hipster jeans. He made fun of his little brother for being a nerd (i.e. “reading books”) and his bravado was right up there with Han Solo and Mal Reynolds. Sure, he was a little goofy and mired in crippling feelings of worthlessness and doubt, but that was not what he showed up front. At first glance, Matthias was a throwback of the decidedly cowboy variety. With a distant dad he was desperate to impress, Matt took on a lot of his father’s tastes, in hopes that he would be praised and noticed. But Matt was not very much like his father, and there was a dichotomy between them.

His father’s death was the start of Matt’s road to adulthood, to becoming a person who had to make his own decisions without guidance and pave his way in the world. But part of being an adult was wrapped up in still fulfilling the single most important order his father ever gave him: Taking care of his little brother. With his father away on business, Matt was always the primary caretaker of his little brother, essentially filling both parental roles all throughout his childhood. Having this responsibility thrust on him so early in life carved out the core of Matt’s character—the compulsive need to take care of the people who mattered in his life, no one more than his little brother. He expanded that impulse to include more people every year, to the point of ignoring his own health and happiness. Shortly after his father's death, he and his brother traveled the small countryside, looking for a place they could call home and not feel like a couple of freaks. They'd settled in an unremarkable town along England's southern coast. With many of the population being of Greek descent, Matthias felt like they could finally belong. Unfortunately old quarrels caught up with them and Matthias was forced to defend himself and his little brother. The city was in shambles and Matthias won't deny that he took part in its destruction. He was forced to leave the city once the polic started investigating, as did all the other descendants.

His familial instinct seemed to be one of the main things that kept him and his brother alive. His true strength wasn’t to drink-and-drink-and-lead-and-fight but to love the people in his life so fiercely that they could not let him down. As it turns out, Matt was the better keeper of nerdy pop culture references so calling his brother the geek in the family was an argument of semantics at that point. He happened to think Dirty Dancing was a fine film because, you know, Patrick Swayze was in it. He was a damn good cook where his brother had been sure he’d never stepped foot in a kitchen. He made a home for himself and started what he called “nesting” once they moved into the newly discovered home in Northbay. Spending his nights in bars trying to pick up ladies held less appeal than it did before. He was still not a fan of salads, but he knew it was good to eat one once in a while. In short, his priorities had clearly shifted; he was an adult. He was still gruff, still capable, still tougher than titanium, but no longer felt the need to project socially-typified masculine cues to prove himself. He was more comfortable in his own skin. He’s got that Steve McQueen swagger, that Paul Newman charm, that John Wayne no-nonsense… but he’s also a loving, nerdy, dedicated, annoying mass of insecurities and hopes.




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So begins...

Matthias Nethuns's Story

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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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Matthias had been 'resting his eyes' for the past two and a half hours while his brother Dylan played round after round of Call of Duty in his bedroom. Working the nightshift was never easy, nor was staying up most of the day, but if Matt got in at least four hours he was golden. That's all he ever needed was four. When six forty-five came around, it was Dylan who came to shake his older brother from his short nap. "Matt, get up." The older man inhaled deeply through his nostrils, blinking his eyes wide at the stoic teen. He squinted, clutching the beer tighter before groaning and taking a quick swig, sitting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Dylan faintly caught the sound of a muttered inquiry. Something about the time. "It's a quarter 'till seven"

"Augh crap," Matthias pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally cursing himself for not having been up sooner. His gaze rose to his younger brother, looking him up and down, "You ready to go or what?"

Dylan chuckled, "Yeah, because I'm the one with drool on my bottom lip" Matthias shot him a quick glare, wiping said excretion away as the younger Nethuns shoved his hands in his pockets, "Like I care what I look like anyway. Are we going to go to this thing or are you just going to sit here and play fashion police?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," Matthias heaved himself up off the couch, running his hand precariously through his hair before meandering languidly down the hallway towards his bedroom. "Give me a minute and we'll head out," he called over his shoulder. Dylan rolled his eyes, waiting in the living room as Matthias went about changing his t-shirt and his pullover, spraying himself with Old Spice before grabbing his keys and walking out the door. His little brother followed close behind, locking the front door behind them as they paused in synch on their porch steps. Decorations and lights littered the streets, no doubt directing the townspeople towards the festival. Matthias smirked, "Think we're going to have any trouble finding the place?"

It was a short drive to the lakeside where the the party was being held. Matthias parked his car outside the deciduous ground, choosing instead to walk the rest of the way instead of risking the chance of getting dirt caked on the fenders. The brothers fell into step beside each other, looking around listlessly at all of the decorations. "I wonder where everyone's stationed at." Dylan muttered aloud, Matthias having mused that himself just seconds before.

The older of the two shrugged, "Shouldn't be too far," They wandered a little farther until they came to a break in the trees. Matthias had begun to lose hope in finding the damn place and was beginning to call it quits when he saw a scrawny girl in an oversized leather jacket holding balloons and staring at the ground with an unreadable expression. He couldn't remember off the top of his head if he's ever seen her before. She looked ill, as if a small breeze was enough to knock her over.

ImageAfter sharing a glance with his brother, Matthias wandered nearer, approaching her cautiously and with a friendly smile. "Hello," The girl looked up at him, her eyes cold and calculating as she held his gaze. Matt's smile waned a little, slightly creeped out by her, even as his brother fell into place behind him. "I was wondering if you could help us out. We seem to be lost," She supplied no response. Instead, she allowed an awkward silence to fall between the three of them. So Matt tried again, "I'm sorry but do you speak English?" Still no response, though the girl appeared more cross with him than before. He prodded once more, "Are you deaf?"

The girl responded this time with a nearly inaudible snarl, allowing the balloons to slip through her fingers as she glared daggers into Matt's surprised expression. He straightened himself, glancing back at his brother, "You think I offended her?"

"She sure looks offended."

"Hey, look-..." Matthias stumbled on his words, offering a meek expression to the girl, opening his arms slightly as some sort of a peace offering. "My bad. Okay? Would you tell me, please, which way we should go from here?"

"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." The girl replied, her voice a mere deadpan yet laced with a melodious ethereal tone that caught Matthias more off guard than her response.

"I don't give a damn where-..."

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go."

"...-just as long as I get to the party" Matthias finished, his jaw slightly clenched in aggravation. Behind him Dylan held back a laugh and his older brother shot hit a quick glare before turning his attention back onto the cryptic blonde.

"Oh, you're sure to do that-..." She stated, a glint of maliciousness in her dead stare, "...-if you only walk long enough."" Matthias visibly cringed before the girl lightly shoved past him, capturing the gaze of both the Poseidon descendants in the way that she moved with impeccable grace. They witnessed as the seemingly weak girl hauled herself up in the nearest tree, studying her surroundings as if she were a wild feline hunting for prey. Then all of a sudden she pointed and they followed her line of direction, "The festivities are being held in that direction." Matthias raised his gaze just to catch the girl glowering down at them, "I'd advise against drinking any of the refreshments tonight if I were you."

Matthias licked his bottom lip nervously and seized Dylan by the arm, "Uh-huh. I'll be sure to do that." He shoved his little brother forward, offering a slight wave as he walked towards the party. "Thanks for all your help."

Meanwhile Dyan was getting a kick out of it. He hadn't ever seen the older man so unnerved. "You alright, Matt?" He prodded in jest.

"Shut up! That bitch creeps me out." Matthias snarled, carrying on towards the direction of the festival as Dylan laughed at his side. The whole time he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, and he would bet that he could take a wild stab in the dark as to whom it was.

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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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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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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: Piper Dias Character Portrait: Persephone Carnation Fostie Character Portrait: Beau Dias Character Portrait: Matthias Nethuns Character Portrait: Irisi Aset
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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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"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.