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Bradshaw Ceres

"Sometimes, the smartest thing to say is nothing at all."

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a character in “Living Gods”, as played by zen_ink

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'Sometimes, the smartest thing to say is nothing at all.'





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Name: Bradshaw Zachary Ceres
Nickname: Brad 'I much prefer Brad, if you please.'
Age: 16
Sexuality: Homosexual
Pantheon: Greek
Ancestor: Demeter - Goddess of Nature
Occupation: Full-time student, part-time Library worker

Likes: Reading -- Being outside around nature -- Studying 'I rather like to study; I find it curiously soothing for the brain.' -- Correcting people -- Writing -- Debating -- Shopping -- Extreme weather (bad storms, hurricanes, blizzards, etc)
Dislikes: Rude or ill-mannered people -- Bad grades -- Being corrected -- T-shirts -- Idle chats -- Littering -- Loud and crowded places
Fears: Spiders, failure, and heights
Hobbies: Reading, biking 'I'm not fond of most physically strenuous activities.. but I happen to love riding my bike almost as much as studying.'



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Ancestor: Demeter, Goddess of Nature
Powers: Being the descendent of the agricultural goddess, Brad and his siblings have inherited the ability to manipulate nature. Upon his command, Brad can cause plant life to either flourish or wither. Being the natural scientist that he is, Brad has studied his powers extensively through intense introspection as well as trial-and-error experimentation. His powers are very well developed because of this. He makes a point to regularly study Botany and Horticulture aside from his schoolwork and in addition to his political studies. Brad has evolved his natural ability to will plants into growth by this research, and thus will often apply his powers for the sake of growing medicinal herbs as they are needed by himself or his family/neighbors. Brad has a great amount of knowledge on many subjects, and has made a point to be especially educated on herbal medicine due to its relevancy and practical application to his powers.

Weaknesses: Brad has a low tolerance for people whom he deems "inferior in intelligence", and is prone to fits of anger and frustration because of these people. During these mental states, his powers are greatly inhibited. He's also noticed that in times of great fear, some nearby plant life had died as a result of his negative emotions.

He's also not very physically apt and is prone to exhaustion. If he's weak or tired, he can't spare any energy on his powers.
Strengths: Brad's greatest strength is his memory and cleverness. He's very intelligent and takes delight in studying and retaining lots of information.

Thoughts: 'Not to be partial, but.....

The Norse can be really stupid. It confounds me how barbaric and primitive they can all be, at times. The Egyptian seem rather intelligent, so that's nice. However, they place too much emphasis on spirituality and not enough on science. Us Greeks are fairly balanced in terms of this.'





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Personality: Brad is a very intelligent and studious kid. While most texts regard his ancestor Demeter as an Earth Goddess, there have been many accounts that she was also a goddess of knowledge. If indeed these accounts are true, then her children today are living proof of it. Almost all of the Ceres children are in some way or another academically gifted, and they seem to share a common love for books and reading. Brad in particular happens to be very into his studies; he often claims that he'd much rather sit at home and read a book than go out with friends, and he typically does just that.

Being the youngest, Brad tends to stay wrapped up in his own little world which consists of several books and hobbies, usually related to academic pursuits. He values studying above just about everything else and is sometimes seen as a bit of a nerd. His studying is actually a direct product of his numerous ambitions. In his youth, Brad wanted nothing more than to be a Politician. In recent years with the discovery of his powers, his focus has shifted more towards the medical, more specifically natural medicine. However, being the tireless researcher that he is, he didn't see the point in giving up his old political studies and is to this day a remarkable debater - an activity which he takes great joy in. That being said, Brad doesn't actually open his mouth to speak very often, but he'd never turn down a good debate, or an intellectual discussion.

Although all of Brad's studying has greatly increased is already dazzling intellect, there are two downsides to this: firstly, he's incredibly physically inept. Not only does he tire quickly with most sports and exercise, but he's also incredibly uncoordinated. Secondly, he tends to be a bit harsh and cold in character. That's not to say he can't be warm and welcoming when he wants to be, as all children of Demeter are known for being hospitable and caring. But he has developed a rather low tolerance for anybody he deems less intelligent than himself, which unfortunately is a lot of people. He tries very hard not to be rude because he's not all that fond of rude people himself. But even if he keeps his snide remarks to himself, his facial expressions still ooze with judgmental crass.

In the rare moments that he's not reading or studying something, Brad can be found interacting with friends or his family, whom he is very close to. He doesn't at all mind socializing with people, and is actually rather good at it although he'd never admit to it. Just be sure to mind your P's and Q's when around him and chances are he won't forever judge you as a barbarian.

Brad is rather mindful of social graces and is a very well-mannered person (except for when he's criticizing others on their mistakes.) He always dresses nice and professional, preferring to wear upscale clothing, and maintains a clean-cut appearance. You'll hardly ever find him dressed down, even during casual occasions. He also has a habit of speaking very verbosely; his manner of speech and expression is rather eloquent and sophisticated, but sometimes people have a hard time understanding him because of the advanced vocabulary he uses.
History: Brad was always very close with his family ever since he was a little kid. He often preferred to spend time around them as opposed to making friends and then going out and socializing. During the times when his older siblings weren't available to entertain him, he would find solace in books and schoolwork. He had high ambitions from the time he was young, and often thought many years ahead to who - and what - he wanted to be when he grew up. He always had a gift for speaking and arguing, and was a very naturally intelligent child. During his younger years, he longed to be a politician. That all changed with the discovery of his powers.

He knew the powers would arrive one day. He frequently witnessed his brother and sister being able to influence the growth of plants, and was taught that one day he would be able to do the same. When that day finally came, the ability entirely captured his curiosity. He began to study the complete ins-and-outs of plant biology, and after he learned as much as he could about that, he honed in his studies to more specific areas of botany. He spent most of his efforts with this research on the practical application of plants -- in other words, their medicinal use. He's still in the process of "mastering" the healing properties of them all.

Brad has decided to devote his main work to this. Using his abilities, he wishes to make quick work of the growing process and then harvest the herbs and flowers of their numerous curative uses.

In terms of love, Brad has been in love twice: once with his childhood best friend Evan Hampstead, who stopped talking to him after he confessed his feelings, and once with a boy at his old high school before moving to Northbay named Ethan. Ethan beat him up once because he caught Brad staring at him and suspected he was crushing on him. He has yet to develop any feelings for anyone in Northbay, but it's not really like he's paying that much attention. Mostly he just keeps to his books.

So begins...

Bradshaw Ceres's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alaura Dawn Aset Character Portrait: Layla Ailuros Character Portrait: Amor "Ariel" Amelia Vanadis Character Portrait: Dehlilah Cyprus Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Leslie Damon Saxon
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Saturday, 20th July
8.30am


The residents of Northbay have awoken to a surprisingly pleasant summer's day. The weather, by magic or nature, is already a charming 20°C (68°F) and predictions have the maximum temperature reaching a comfortable 25°C (77°F). There are only a few wisps of cloud in the sky and a refreshing breeze can be felt throughout the area.

The main street is being prepared for the festival. It is still open to the public as most of the shops lining the street are likely to stay open until the cordons are put up. There is a definite buzz to the town as those involved in the preparation for the festival work and those who are attending look forward to the nights festivities.

For the town Elders there is a feeling of anxiousness. Will their planned festival help to calm the town's tensions or will it do the opposite?



Ramses Atum

Ram lefted his head and closed his green eyes, soaking up the early morning sun as it bet down on the lake. Cool water sprayed in his face and a constant breeze ruffled his hair. It was perfect sailing weather and Ram had been up since dawn to make the most of it. His one man boat, named 'The Falcon', raced across the lake, skimming across the waves.

Ram opened his eyes as he drew closer to the shore. Standing up in the boat he shielded his eyes from the sunlight glistening off the water and took in the view. There, pretty as a picture, sat Northbay. It fit snuggly between the lakeshore and the hills beyond. He could make out the main street with its small array of shows on either side. There was a large amount of activity in the street, surprising for such a small town and so early on a Saturday.

Then again it was the day of the Lantern Festival. No doubt every spare hand the Elder's could rope into helping was busy putting up decorations. Ram's father Ramsey was a member of the Elders' Council so Ramses was able to get all his information first hand and fresh. The festival was officially an overdue welcome to the Greeks. Unofficially it was to try and calm down the rising animosities between the different groups in the town. As Ram's father had said, if the town could come together and enjoy this one, simple event then they would be one step closer to regaining peace and order.

Ram thought it was a vain hope. He highly doubted that bringing together the whole town into one street would solve anything. Quite the opposite really. Ram knew little of the Greeks but he had grown up with the Norse and his own Egyptian pantheon. He knew enough to understand that there would always be certain individuals who do anything but try to ease tensions.

Shaking such thoughts from his head Ram aimed the boat to shore. A moment later he pulled into the docks, jumping onto the wooden jetty with the ease of practice. He anchored his boat to the jetty, tying it securely. The day may have been calm now but Ram knew enough about Irish weather to know to predict anything. Besides, when you lived in a town of power beings you could never be sure when someone's powers would cause a little mayhem.

Standing up Ram raised his arms above his head and stretched, before straightening out his clothes. With a pleased smile he set off down the wooden walkway, heading towards the Sailing Club rooms and a much needed shower.



Mack Nephthys

Early morning carpentry was probably not the best way to deal with a hangover, but oddly enough Mack found the rhythmic thud of his hammer strangely calming. Or perhaps he was still drunk from last night.

He had visited Northbay's singular drinking hole, the pub, the previous night. It had started as a causal beer, but three bottles of beer, four shots of vodka and who knows what else later his night had ended up much larger than anticipated. He had woken up this morning still in his clothes, his light still on and his alarm cloak blaring from under a pile of clothes.

Mack had agreed to help set up for the Lantern Festival that night. He wasn't even getting paid, but doing it as a favour to the town. Not that he minded doing it for free. Mack didn't have too many expensive habits and the rent on his tiny apartment over the supermarket was relatively cheap.

"Mack! Can you move the lanterns slightly to the left?" Ebony Aset, aunt of the three Aset girls and member of the Elders, shouted from the street. Mack, standing up on a ladder, nodded down at the woman and moved the lanterns as desired. Satisfied Ebony nodded and wondered off to oversee another part of the preparations. Left to his own devices Mack returned to hammering.

Almost finished he gave one final hammer on the nail, only his attention must have slipped because the next thing he knew a sharp pain erupted in his thumb. With a yelp he jerked his hand back, making him lose his balance in the process. His legs went out from under him, his arms pinwheeling in circles as he tried to grab at anything to keep him from falling.
Unfortunately the ladder seemed to elude him and Mack quickly found himself falling. A gust of wind blew up the street, particles of sand held in the breeze. The wind increased in strength and pressure, directing itself around the falling man. Faster than the eye could follow it had formed into a miniature wind funnel, Mack being safely buoyed in the centre. Slowly he was lowered to the ground. Only when his feet had touched concrete did a movement of his hand send the winds away, leaving a thin layer of sand behind.

'Mack, as much as I'm glad you're not hurt...' The stern voice came from Ebony Aset, her foot tapping quickly as she surveyed the tiny beach of sand that his powers had called forth. She had a broom in her hand, 'I want all this sand gone before tonight.' Thrusting it into his grasp Ebony turned and left. Dusting the light sprinkling of sand off his clothes before beginning to sweep up the street, Mack wished - and not for the first time - that his winds didn't magically summon sand when he called them.



Asta Falr

The view from the hills above the town was spectacular. Asta, pausing on her descent, couldn't help but grin at the landscape. The lake was sparkling in the early morning sun, light glistened off the town roofs and there was hardly a cloud in sight. She could have stayed on the thin track that ran up the hills beyond Northbay all day, but one glance at her watch told Asta that she'd need to open the shop soon. With a last glance across the lake Asta turned and made her way, half skipping, down the track.

Most likely it was the excitement of the coming festival that had seen Asta rise so early and head up into the hills. She often went for walks, but rarely so early in the morning. Coming back down she hit the main street at it's beginning. The entrance to Northbay was decorated with a simple sign which read 'Welcome to Northbay'. Asta passed the sign, entering the main street of the town. She passed people setting up stalls, others hanging decorations and more than one person shouting out loud instructions.

Asta waved happily at Mack as she passed him. Curiously he was sweeping up sand, although where the sand came from Asta couldn't be sure. Down the street she went, dodging in and out of the workers, until she reached the Bookstore.
"Key, key key... Oh, there you are!" She muttered to herself as she dug into her cardigan pockets. The Bookstore owner had given Asta the responsibility of opening the store today and she would have hated it if she'd lost the keys already.

She pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. The light switch was unfortunately at the other end of the store and Asta didn't fancy wondering through the dark to find it. So, holding her hand out, she summoned a small sphere of light and used it to guide her through.

Ten minutes later, the store lit, open and ready for customers, Asta sat back at the counter with a sigh of relief. From here she had a good view of the festival preparations, but instead of watching the workers outside she picked up her book 'Catch-22' and began to read. The doorbell would jingle as soon as anyone entered, meaning until then she could happily lose herself in Joseph Heller.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Terrance Falr Character Portrait: Asta Falr Character Portrait: Stephanie Ceres Character Portrait: Bobby Ceres Character Portrait: Daphne Bacchus Character Portrait: Julian Serrure
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Bobby was up early as usual, tucking in his shirt and tie early in the morning. The sun wasn't up yet, but he'd gone to bed at 8:30 the night before and was well rested as usual. Making sure his hair was greased back into place he, grabbed his messenger bag, slung it over his shoulder and ran out of his room.

Most days Bobby wouldn't have gone to work until after school, but today was different. Today was the lantern festival and school was closed. From across the second story hallway he could see bits of light poking out from a closed door. He smiled to himself, of course Brad was up and awake, probably reading that law book he liked so much.

Making some quick toast in the kitchen he went to go start up the car his parents had bought him for his birthday in February. But he soon found it was little use, because Stephanie, his little sister was already drunkenly passed out in the car, she’d probably had another row in the pub the night before from the looks of the nasty bruise on the side of her face. It hurt Bobby to see his little sis in such a sorry state, she was always using that fake id , in fact most nights she was Betsy Caldwell instead of Stephanie Ceres it seemed and Bobby liked Stephanie Ceres much better.

Try as he would he couldn’t get his hungover sister to budge, just mumbled a few scouse like swears at him. So he had to take his vintage bike instead. Not that he really minded, he liked biking much better in fact, and as he sped along into the town of Northbay he felt in good spirits. Today seemed like it might just be a great day. As he came to a stop at the bookstore he worked at, his phone went off:


"Hey what's up? You going to the festival tonight? I'm looking to have some fun tonight, anybody willing to join?"


From: Daphne Bacchus


He slowly, with his figures instead of thumbs, as he never did get the hang of typing, wrote out.

To: Daphne Bacchus

“Going to work, you ought to have seen Steph this morning. Any idea what happened? Anyways I’ll be attending I guess, Steph will murder me if I don’t.”

From: Bobby Ceres



Bobby continued to walk into the bookstore, where he found his co worker Asta already buried in a book. “Well someones up and early.”He said quietly, smiling as he walked past the counter to go to the back to restock the shelves. After a moment he replied, “I could go up and get us some coffee if you’d like, it’d only be a minute and I’d get a discount because of my sister.”


It sure did sound much stupider aloud than in his head and he regretted talking.


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Stephanie awoke to the sound of her brother soft voice. “Piss off Bobby” She mumbled with a moan as she turned away from the open car door. She was surprised she made it home in the car last night. Her head and face were throbbing, and a half an hour later when she had enough energy, strength and will to get up, she found a ugly little bruise covering the bottom left side of her face along her her messy dark brown hair messily falling in her face.


“Well hello beautiful.” She smirked to her own reflection, trying to remember how the bruise had gotten there. Puzzled she shrugged, stepped out of the car and shuffled into the house. After finding her way up the stairs to her room, she remembered she had to go to work. Shit work, I’ll bet I have a million miss calls.


Stephanie picked up her cell phone before undressing and was surprised she had only one text message.


"Hey what's up? You going to the festival tonight? I'm looking to have some fun tonight, anybody willing to join?"


From: Daphne Bacchus


She texted back before jumping in the shower.


“Dammit! I’m late for work and still hungover, I’ll be at the festival or whatever though, I’ll meet you there with Bobby and Brad even if I have to drag them both. Later.”


From: Stephanie Ceres



After Stephanie had showered, thrown on some old striped tee shirt and a brown sweater jacket, with some rolled up jeans and some brown saddle oxfords, she decided to text some other random people she had in her contacts from getting out in the new town.


To Laya:


Hey watcha up to? Are you going to the festival tonight, seems like everyone is.

From: Stephanie Ceres


To Julian:


Hey Julie, what up? Working today, cause maybe we could hang some more at the fest later on. If not that’s cool too.

From: Stephanie Ceres



To April:


How’s it going? Are you going to the festival today?


From: Stephanie Ceres



To Terrance:


Hey you going to the festival, maybe we could hang out of something.


From: Stephanie Ceres


Stephanie froze we she got to the next contact on her list, Antares Pallas, the one guy in town she actually fancied. Hands fumbling she wrote out a very shaky text to him, careful to mind her spelling before starting her car and driving to work.


To Antares:


Hello, um ah, would you mind going to the festival with me later today. We could meet up before or something, it doesn't have to be alone you know, I mean Brad and Bobby will be there too and um yeah, it’d be super cool if you could come. But I mean you don’t have to.


From: Stephanie Ceres



As Stephanie walked into the coffee shop she worked in her manager gave her an angry look which she ignored as she made her own espresso and tucked her phone away. As that weird Beatles obsessed old lady who live down the street from her back in Liverpool would say, it was going to be a hard days night.


(I know no Izzy yet but I will edit soon, I only have so much time, this is looking great so far guys!:))

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alaura Dawn Aset Character Portrait: Layla Ailuros Character Portrait: Amor "Ariel" Amelia Vanadis Character Portrait: Dehlilah Cyprus Character Portrait: Ramses Atum Character Portrait: Leslie Damon Saxon
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Saturday, 20th July
5pm



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The main street of Northbay, still illuminated by the soon to be setting sun, has come alive. Music (a local folk band currently playing on the stage) drifts down the street.

Residents arrive to take a look at what the festival has to offer: food, games, competitions, raffles and trinkets for sale.

Of course, given that the town's residents are the descendent of gods you can bet that there will be other stalls selling magical items and game booths encouraging use of powers.






Mack Nephthys

- Midday -


Mack was shaking his head as a pair of helpers moved a beam of wood into place,
"Watch where you're..." He started to warn the pair before, crash! the beam hit another pile of poles and sent them rolling across the road. Luckily most of the street was blocked off from pedestrians so there was little need for Mack to run screaming after them. Instead he simply pointed after them to the pair that had caused the crash.

A moment later a voice made him turn and he found Dehlilah Cyprus standing behind him.
"Um, hey I didn't want to interrupt but um can you ask the girl, my friend ran into if she's ok?" She sounded nervous, or perhaps she was just breathless from running across the street.
"Jade. Her name is Jade." Mack said. He felt uncharacteristically defensive of Jade. He was a friendly guy, he didn't take too many things to heart and was easily able to brush off most insults. But the crash this morning had almost cost Jade her babies and in his eyes Dehlilah had been more concerned with getting Antonio into the restaurant than caring for the hurt girl. Still, the fact that she was here asking after Jade meant that Mack's voice wasn't cold, it was simply lacking its usual warmth.

"I would have helped, but I didn't know if you'd want us... To put our noses in your business," Mack wondering who 'our' was meant to be, Dehlilah and Antonio? Mack shook his head slightly. He was about to argue that it had only been 'his' business because he had been concerned, but decided to hold his tongue. He liked Dehlilah well enough, from the little he had seen of her around town. Besides a moment later she looked over her shoulder. She said goodbye, placed a hand on his arm and added "Thanks, seriously," before leaving.

After she left Mack turned back to the set-up, shaking his head as he saw that in the few minutes his attention had been elsewhere all chaos had erupted...

- 5:00 pm -


Mack sat back, enjoying the cool beer in his hand as he watched the cordons open and the first residents enter the festival. Mack was at one of the stalls set up outside the bar, fairy lights twinkled above his head and the setting sun was caught and held by the string of mirror-like, plastic crystals that were twined around a nearby lamp post. Soon enough the whole street would be lit by the fairy lights and street lamp, creating a magical setting for the night's festivities.

Mack's hangover of the morning was well and truly gone. In fact, if he found the right people he wouldn't be against making an event out of tonight. He finished his beer and signaled for the bar keep who passed him another. He popped it open, appreciating the tsk of goodness being released.
"To a good night." He said to the bar keep, tilting his bottle in a salute. He returned his gaze to the street, took a sip and leaned back, waiting for the night to begin.