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Darren Sparks

"Don't think I'm helping you because I care."

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a character in “The Demi-God Academy”, as played by JaceInAtlantis

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I've never been reckless - it's always calculated. I'm mischievous, but I'm calculated.


Introducing


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Full Name:
Darren Liam Sparks

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
21

Birth Date:
January 3rd, 1992

Home Town:
Seattle, Washington

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Studying:
Masters in Military History
Through this fascinating graduate-level education, students have the unique flexibility to concentrate their studies in American Military History, the American Revolution, Civil War, Military and Diplomatic History, World War II, and War Since 1945. The curriculum explores the strategy, command, leadership, tactics and technological advances in weaponry that altered the outcome of some of the most significant battles in history.
The curriculum not only examines actual battles, it addresses social structures, military attitudes, and organizational relationships between officers and troops and the interrelationships between military and civilian societies. Additionally, the online Master of Arts in Military History emphasizes valuable research, writing and communication skills that working professionals seek.


Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Hermes

Power:
Mental Trickery
Hermes children are known for trickery, and that is something Darren is quite good at. The human mind is a marvelous set of structures and systems. It is a center of consciousness and action. It forms a unique identity. It creates a view of the world. Rich experience emerges from its interactions with the world. It thinks. It feels. It wants. It apprehends truths and suppresses errors. It achieves insights and fabricates prejudices. Both useful truths and harmful is conceptions are its intermixed products. It can as easily believe what is false as what is true. And Darren is able to make one person believe something entirely false with few words. Whether it be another month or that they owed him money, he could trick them into thinking something absurd.

Stealing
Being the son of the demigod known for thievery, Darren is quite the thief. With quick fingers and a disarming smile, most people don't know anything is missing until after he is gone.

Strengths:
Singing/Playing guitar
Darren has the voice of an angel when it comes to singing, being able to catch anyone's attention with his resonating voice and skilled guitar skills. Having self taught himself since he was eleven, he is quite skilled with music.

Strategic
He is every skilled in coming up with strategies, plans and other things for even the simplest tasks. Doing homework, gambling, taking tests, he creates and executes a type of strategy that applies to all.

Deceitful
While this might seem like a flaw to others, being able to deceive others can help him become successful in a career and definitely helps with his gambling career. While under the table, Darren is an avid gambler and makes a good living off of it, not need to get a job so he can buy himself his material needs. It also helps with his power.

Good Chef
While Darren would much rather enjoy someone else cooking, he is quite cook. Having had to cook his meals while his mother was out late working to support the both of them, Darren learned a new skill set.

Bilingual
Darren speaks several different languages, German and Russian are two examples.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Impulsive
He has a hard time controlling his actions when his emotions get out of hand.

Hot-Headed
Darren is known to have quite the temper and it is quick to anger him.

Hydrophobia[i]
Indeed, Darren is terrified of large bodies of water and quick paced rivers. Even getting into a pool is a feat in itself.

[i]Easily discouraged

If something isn't working quickly enough or the way he wants it to go, Darren will generally give up it.

Blunt
Darren is rather blunt, to the point it's rude. He doesn't seem to care though as he won't change it.



Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
Thunderstorms||Reading||Weapons||Money||Food||Sleep||Animals|| Twizzlers||Coffee||Alcohol||Riddles||Movies

Dislikes:
Obnoxious People|| Hard to Deceive people|| His father|| Large bodies of water||Pizza||Clowns||Losing||Bigots||

Hobbies:
Gambling||Running(Unprofessionally)||Singing||Songwriting||Hiking||Drinking

Fears:
Hydrophobic (Fear of Water)
Asthenophobia (Fear of weakness)
Cleithrophobia (Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.)

Secrets:
Darren's gambling problem is defiently a secret. He has never told anyone (truthfully at least) about how he gets his income. What he does with the majority of his money is also a secret, always being one to ask for cash, you would think he spends it all. But in reality he sends all the cash he earns to his sister fighting cancer, helping her pay for her medical bills.



In-Depth


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Personality:
Darren is many things. He is deceiving, cocky, mischievous and the list could go on. He loves to have fun, any kind as long as it's not around a large body of water. While normally coming off as the arrogant pain in the ass, Darren generally gets along with everyone, being rather quirky and odd. He tends to think of himself higher than others and generally thinks of himself god-like. He generally will not take his time with someone who cannot handle a decent conversation or someone who is overly awkward, although he does pity the latter. He mostly tends to come off with a haughty attitude.

While his exterior attitude towards most things is rather rigid, Darren is actually kind at heart, not doing the best but having overall good intentions. He generally is not an outgoing person but calm and reserved, preferring the company of an animal or a book over that of another person. He is not shy, but rather likes his privacy and believes unexpected conversations invade on his own time. He also feels as though he is less of himself, not the best person.
While he normally prefers to be alone, he will help a friend in need. He is a loyal friend, helping in any way he can. While being a good friend in most cases, Darren is rather spiteful towards those he dislikes. Make him an enemy and he will bend over backwards to make your life a living hell. He does not make enemies often, normally the person has to ruin him in some way, e.g cheating with his girlfriend or even stealing his hard earned cash.

Darren believes everyone is here for a reason. He believes life is given to us because we are needed for some special reason, even more so being the son of a god. He feels as though there is nothing to give your life up for, not even the worst of situations should someone give up. He will help in any way he can, trying to convince others that even the simplest of things can help someone more than they could have imagined.



The Past Defines Us[/b]


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History:
Darren and his sister had always been generally alone in the world. With his half sister's father being a generally dead beat dad, they only had their mother in the world. Even though she was all they had, even their mother was never around, working three jobs to keep them afloat. Darren took the father figure of the house, cooking and helping his baby sister as much as possible.
When his mother lost his job, Darren took to stealing, while he was caught a few times, he soon learned that a quick slip of the tongue and an innocent smile would generally convince someone he had bought the items. He did this for several years and got into gambling with the local adults, becoming very good at what he did.
When Darren was seventeen he first met his father. He had been in the process of stealing some food from a local market when he saw his father. Even though he never met the man he felt as though he knew him. With a wink and the tip of a hat, the man had vanished and left Darren wondering and confused, having never seen him again.
It wasn't until Darren was 19 that he found out who that man was, that he was the son of Hermes. And for the longest time he resented his father, still does, and doesn't understand why Hermes never wanted to be a father figure. Of course in the back of his mind he understands, but doesn't want to believe.
At age 16 Sera, his sister, was diagnosed with cancer. Having practically no money or insurance to pay for his baby sisters medical expenses, Darren went into gambling almost full time. While he loved the game, he played simply so his sister could get better and survive the disease. A year later he found the Demi-God Academy

Other:
He has a sister suffering from cancer, he mentions her but rarely.




Theme Song:
Go To Hell For Heavens Sake || Bring Me The Horizon
For the love of god, will you bite your tongue
Before we make you swallow it
It's moments like this where silence is golden
(And then you speak)

No one wants to hear you
No one wants to see you
So desperate and pathetic
I'm begging you to spare me
The pleasure of your company

(When did the diamonds leave your bones?)

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

(Go to hell for heaven's sake)

No one wants to hear you (save your breath)
No one wants to see you
So desperate and pathetic
You think that no one sees this
I think it's time you knew the truth

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

When did the diamonds leave your bones?
Leave your bones?

You're not a shepherd, you're just a sheep
A combined effort of everyone you meet
You're all flesh with no bone
Feed them to the sharks
And throw them to the wolves

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

I'm burning down every bridge we made
I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
I'm bleeding out every word you said
Go to hell for heaven's sake

Go to hell for heaven's sake
Go to hell for heaven's sake
Go to hell for heaven's sake

So begins...

Darren Sparks's Story

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Late.
Darren had woken up quite late.
The twenty-some male couldn't be arsed to set an alarm for the first day. He rolled onto his back, placing a hand over his face as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sunlight lit the room and he grumbled as he opened his eyes. He didn't want to get out of bed but after a couple minutes he was able to coax himself up.

"Well, this should be fun." He said as he carefully picked out an outfit, looking at himself in the mirror. He grinned at himself, flashing teeth before he went to freshen up. Darren didn't take too long to freshen up, a quick shower amongst other things he was ready to go. He smiled as he fixed a few things about himself, pushing his sleeves up before kicking on some shoes and he was out the door.

When Darren first found out he was a demi-god, he had thought it was a gag, a silly prank. After some talking the idea of being related to Hermes seemed to make sense, after all Darren was gifted when it came to stealing for his family. The thought of having an upper hand with these things pissed him off at first, he felt like he could have done so much more to help his family but his fear had always held him back. He quickly adopted the idea with pride and arrogance. Even being the son of a lower god, he was still part god after all.

Darren left his dorm quickly and began walking towards the cafeteria, knowing almost everyone would already be there. Letting out a low whistle, the young man made it there quickly in long strides.

Upon entering the cafeteria, he blinked at the noise. There was a considerable amount of people in the room, and he rubbed his jaw. A soft, exasperated sigh left his lips as he made his way throught the breakfast options, not really hungry. He grabbed an apple and made himself a coffee before sitting down in one of the tables near the windows, looking out and tapping his fingertips against the table. Darren looked over to watch as the people seemed to converse with each other, already knowing each other. "They all look so happy." He murmured, a little sarcastically as he took a sip of his hot beverage, looking out the window once more.

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Sunlight filled the Melina's room as her eyes fluttered open, filling the room with a bright glow. The faint smell of the sea and salty breeze filled her nostrils. It was a scent that clung to the Poseidon dorms, and always made her feel like she was at the beach. She rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her knotted hair, sighing. She never really liked mornings, or waking up early. Turning her head, she checked the clock on her nightstand and gasped. It was late. Really late. It seemed that her alarm didn't pull her out of her deep sleep this morning. Throwing her covers off, she darted into the bathroom and took a hot shower. She finished her morning routine as quickly as possible.

Walking back out, Melina got dressed in a maroon tank top and white shorts. She hurriedly ran a brush through her hair and went into the main hall. The hallways were all empty, and she noted that her siblings had left already. She gazed thoughtfully up at the statue of Poseidon that towered over her, before leaving the dormitory.

A pleasant breeze greeted Melina as she stepped out the door. She still had a little time effort classes started. The camp was alive with activity as students went about their business. Melina walked in a brisk pace, angling herself towards the cafeteria. Hunger gripped at her, and she needed to put something in her stomach before class. As the hall came into view, she could see the clusters of campers around it. There were many faces she recognized, and smiled over at a few before ducking into the cafeteria. The twins, Jordan and Jason, rushed passed her with a multitude of weapons in their arms. She gave them a confusing look before going to the breakfast line. She lost a few precious minutes as she mulled over her options for breakfast, before she settled on a banana but muffin and some coffee.

She turned from the line and glanced around at the tables, and spotted Casey, her half sister. As Melina headed for her table, she noticed a lone figure sitting by the window. She recognized him as Darren, and smiled. "Good morning, Darren," she greeted.

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Darren's mind was a train wreck, his thoughts becoming something else left and right as he tried to think of ways to help pay for his sister. He sighed, shaking his head and dropping his gaze to his coffee before taking a sip. Not the best he had ever tasted but it would do. As he was taking a drink someone seemed to speak rather close to him and he choked as he was startled.

Going into a fit of coughing, he felt rather idiotic to let someone startle him like that. He took a deep breath, looking up. He recognized the girl as one of Poseidon children, but he did not know her name. Feeling bad that he didn't know her name he just smiled, motioning his hand towards the other chair in case she wanted to sit. Better to make friends rather than enemies.

"Oh, hey," He smiled, trying to figure out her name, "Melina?" He asked, hoping he had gotten her name right. He looked around the cafeteria, wondering why she had picked to sit next to lonesome him when she could have sat with anyone of more interest. Not that he was complaining but he did find it odd she would pick him in the shadows when other were around.

He knew she was the daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea and that unsettled him a bit, having a paralysing fear of large bodies of water. He smiled softly, shifting in his chair.

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Time: 9.45am

Classes have started for the students.
The University students are currently in Power Control situated in the training courts.
The high school students are in either English or Maths class.




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The class had started 15 minutes ago. The teacher, one Mr Frank Solomon, had first greeted the returning students warmly, obviously pleased to find the majority alive and relatively sane. His instructions had then been to enjoy the first day of classes. He had given them several options, each designed to help them get out of their holiday funk and get back into the swing of things. Set up at the further end of the training courts was a collection of targets and dummies, ranging in shapes and sizes. Some were stationary and some would move when in play. All offered a good place for students who wished to exercise control and train their precision with their powers. Closer to him, where he could watch and make sure that nobody went overboard, were the sparring areas. These were places where students could have mock fights against each other, using their powers to defeat their opponents. Of course, actually hurting anyone was against the rules, hence why Mr Solomon was hovering nearby. As usual for those not inclined to fighting, tables had been erected to the side to allow students, usually Athena and Hephaestus' children, to but their brains to the test. In between each area other students had come up with their own lesson plan, each stretching out their powers in their own way.

Amelia had been inclined to head down to the set up of dummies. There she, and the other students who had picked the moving targets, were busy decimating the Academy's population of stuffed targets. With a grin Amelia sent another sizzling bolt of lightning flying towards the dummy, reducing it to a smouldering heap of ash in seconds. Her hands were buzzing with miniature lightning bolts, the air around her seemed to be giving off a slightly static vibe and she couldn't help but smile. She sighted down the range again, threw her hands up in front of her and sent a flurry of lightning bolts flying towards a target set up halfway down the range. It exploded in an eruption of smoke and Amelia turned her attention to the next target. This one popped out of the ground on her left side, moving forward on it's mechanism. It was shaped like a mythical hall hound and ran low to the ground. Even so it didn't stand a chance as Amelia sent another bolt of lightning flying at it.

She took a step back from the moving targets, both to let her peers have a go and to catch her breath. Power control was undoubtedly one of Amelia's favourite classes. Where else was she able to use her gift without the fear of hurting another person? After all, lightning wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to be hit with. She loved the feeling of it's power racing through her and had to resist going overboard. As she caught her breath, Amelia glanced around the courts. She spotted Eddie lounging on the sidelines and couldn't help but shake her head. She knew that his powers weren't really the active, fighting type. They were dangerous in their own way, or they could be if he trained them, but she understood his fear about losing control of them. Insanity wasn't something easy to control. But, he'd never learn how to if he simply sat and did nothing. With a shrug Amelia turned her attention back to the targets.




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Ariel sat at the back of the Maths class, choosing to block out most of what Miss Francis, the teacher, was saying. Class was really not her thing. She would much rather be out socialising, or attending VIP events. Sitting here was not her idea of a good time. So instead of tuning into the lesson Ariel was staring at her nails, tapping each finger nail with her opposite hand and changing the colour with her powers. She had always been glad that her power over make-up extended to her nails. It meant that she always had the perfect nail colour and didn't have to spend money on the actual polish, not that money had ever been a problem for her. Ariel had just settled on a pastel green for one hand when she was jolted from her thoughts.

"Miss Lee, are you paying attention?" The teacher, Miss Francis asked across the silent room. Ariel glanced up from her hands to find Miss Francis staring at her, her arms folded across her chest and her own unpainted nails tapping quietly against her opposite arm. Ariel felt no fear towards the teacher. How could she when the woman was wearing a hideous floral dress matched with a pair of last seasons sandals? "No Miss. I was doing my nails." Ariel replied, smiling serenely at the woman. Miss Francis stared at Ariel, not quite sure how to react to the girl. It was obvious that she had never had Ariel as a student, or she would have let the comment go. As it was Miss Francis was willing to give Ariel a chance. She cleared her throat and pointed to a particular problem on the board, "Please Miss Lee, what is the answer to this problem?" Ariel cast a lazy look at the board. There was no way she could answer that. So instead she called on her favourite weapon, her powers. Subtly was the answer and Ariel had mastered that long ago. It was slightly harder at the Academy given that here powers were common place, but that didn't make it impossible. "I don't know Miss." Ariel replied clearly, giving Miss Francis her best smile. Then, with a mental push she thrust a collection of emotions at Miss Francis. Miss Francis, about to frown at Ariel and no doubt tell her off, suddenly paused. Her face took on a content expression as she turned her gaze from the question to Ariel. Miss Francis gave Ariel a kind smile and shook her head. "Well then. That's alright. We'll move along." She said before rubbing the problem off and turning to the next one.

Ariel rolled her eyes at Miss Francis' back. She hadn't been much of a challenge. It had only taken a small amount of happiness, contentment and acceptance to make her change her tune. Really, Ariel would never be able to grow her power if she was forced to solely manipulate people as weak minded as Miss Francis. However, she had another year before she could legally leave the Academy, so it would be another year until she was able to step out into the world and put her considerable talents to good use.

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