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Gwen Whitney

The earth...a steady thrum singing deep within.

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

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"There are powers that were never meant to belong to man."



Introducing


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Full Name:
Gwendolyn Bree Whitney

Nicknames:
  • Lady Half-Heart
    "Well, what could be more fitting? It's quite clear that our fine doll of a mademoiselle is lacking something. Ah--perhaps her dear masters failed to wind her up this lovely morning?"
    "Quiet, Ambrose."
    "Of course, my dear lady."
  • Gwen


Age:
17

Birth Date:
March 20, 1996

Home Town:
New York, New York


Sexuality:
Heterosexual



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Hades, king of the Underworld and its citizens and god of the fortunes buried deep within the earth.
"A cold, irresponsible bastard."

Powers:
Geokinesis- Gwen has always been aware of her ability to manipulate earth. How could she not? It's always there, wherever she goes--the strong, steady thrum of the earth beneath her, an instrument she knows she is capable of grasping and playing. As a child, she played with the ability in the manner that other children might play with their toys. In her family's backyard, she would carve out small hideouts in boulders, hurl rocks into the air ("Look, Mother! No hands!"). However, in a traumatic incident at the age of 10, in which her family attempted to coax out her ability's full potential, she lost control and tore open a large rift through the marble floor of her family's house and a nearby road and caused a minor earthquake. She hasn't attempted to practice her ability since. Gwen has a lot of raw potential when it comes to geokinesis and she (used to) have a natural understanding and grasp of it. Since the incident, she has greatly suppressed her ability and it has the tendency to emerge in sudden bursts and tremors when she is feeling emotional. She lacks finesse and control.
Ferrokinesis- She possesses this ability to a much lesser extent. Gwen is not able to consciously control her ability to bring gems and precious metals to the earth's surface-it's an ability that doesn't seem to have an off-switch. Small flecks and pieces of gold, silver, and gems are usually discovered in a 1/2 mile-wide parameter of areas that she has resided in for more than 2 weeks. Precious gems' and metals' attractions towards her can be lessened if she resides in an area with more cement than soil and if she lives in an apartment above ground-level. She cannot control the rate at which the gems and metals emerge: they simply slowly migrate towards her. An unfortunate side-affect of her inability to turn off this ability is that, on many an occasion, she has accidentally attracted jewelry and other objects made out of precious metals or gems that belong to her friends, neighbors, or the local jewelry store. She has been accused of theft numerous times, to the point at which kids at her school and neighbors labeled her a juvenile delinquent, and often feels bitter over these false accusations and her inability to prove her own innocence or at least prevent these events from occurring again.
Attraction of Ghosts- As daughter of the king of the dead, Gwen gains a large amount of attention from ghosts. Most of the time, the ghosts who come to her at night are the newly-dead, lost and attracted to her presence for an instinctual reason that they can't quite put their finger on. Sometimes, she gets a visit from older ghosts from the Underworld, either eager to gawk at her like one would an animal at the zoo or to see how they can somehow use her to their own advantage. Her ability is more of a curse than a gift and is one more reason for her to feel bitter towards her father. Lacking the gifts of necromancy and umbrakinesis, yet possessing the same magnetic aura as her father, she is plagued by ghosts every night and is unable to rid herself of them: they don't listen to her orders and she can't harm them either. They stay for however long as they please, the newly-dead wailing and sobbing in her ears, clawing at her with cold, ectoplasm fingers and filling her mind with the scenes of their deaths, and the older ghosts hovering apathetically off to the side and murmuring plans and oily promises. The ghost of Ambrose, a distant ancestor, is the worst out of all of them. Unlike the others, he visits her every night and has been doing so ever since the earthquake incident. When Ambrose was alive, he was a witty, cunning aristocrat, skilled at wordplay and obsessed with the accumulation of power and influence. As a ghost, he is very much the same. He acts as a sort of "devil on her shoulder," spending the nights leaning against her nightstand and her stories of their family's magnificent past and stories of her possible future. A proper gentleman on the outside, he minds his manners and does not claw at her as the other ghosts do. However, she still detests (and fears) him the most out of all her nightly visitors because, after so many years, he is probably the person who knows her the best, even the darker parts of herself that she attempts to hide.
Strengths:
- Learns languages quickly (Currently knows: Greek, English, a smattering of French)
- Strong sense of justice (Honest/fair)
- Strong-willed
- Earth (Standing on soil)
- Excellent judge of character/Observant
- Comprehensive knowledge of Greek and Roman mythology

Weaknesses and Flaws:
- Aimless/Goal-less in life
- Holds grudges to the point where they can interfere with her judgment
- Naturally drawn to/tempted by power (even if she refuses to admit it)
- Hubris (doesn't like to be helped)
- Heights (Areas above the earth)
- Insomniac
- Frightened by her own powers
- Emotionally distanced from the world (she sometimes has the feeling that she's seeing everything from a distance and forgets to actually interfere and act)
- Highly sensitive to the cold


Sharing Our Desires


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Likes: Sunshine (it's the only thing that keeps the ghosts away) // Silence and tranquility // Learning languages // Honesty // Fairness // Elegant objects and fashion styles // Outdoors // Reading // Being independent // Dancing // Mint chocolate chip ice cream // Tea // Coffee // Music // Poetry and good literature // Persephone //

Dislikes: Manipulation // Ghosts // Hades, her father // Her family // Needing help // Being controlled, ordered, or restrained // People who are too quick to judge // Smokers // Airplanes // People who pry into others' lives // Cold, foggy days // Liars // Politics

Hobbies: Dancing // Reading // Creating collages using stray gems that find their way to her // Writing poetry // Gardening

Fears: Losing control of herself // total isolation // people not understanding her or listening to her // Becoming like her family members

Secrets:
- The reported earthquake in NYC on March 20, 2006 was her fault.
- While she likes to act as if she enjoys solitude and doesn't care for others' opinions, she craves company and can be hurt just like any human being.
- When she was 13, she saved up as many gems as she could and bribed Chiron into leading her into the Underworld so that she could meet her father. Her father refused to see her and she never told anyone she'd went.
- As her father's child, Gwen cannot help but be mildly fond of Persephone. On her one and only trip to the Underworld as a child, she found Persephone's bright presence to be comfortingly bright in contrast to the rest of the dank kingdom. She will retort to anyone who discovers her tolerance of the goddess, which seems quite contradictory to her hatred of many of the gods, that she is merely pitying her for having to reside in the Underworld for half of the year. However, in truth, it may have more to do with the fact that Persephone bears a strong resemblance to her own mother and, unlike her own mother, knows how to deal with a temperamental child of Hades after centuries of experience with Hades and his other children. Gwen also respects the goddess for her affiliation with spring and growth (since she herself is rather fond of plants). When her family forced her to sacrifice a portion of her food to the gods before meals, she would compromise and sacrifice to Persephone instead of Hades.


In-Depth


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Personality:
[Independent || Aimless || Reserved || Just || Pensive || Quiet || Observant || Creative]
Gwen is bitter. She detests not only her father, but most of the gods, especially the "Big Three." She views them as highly irresponsible and frivolous for having so many reckless affairs and producing children who are miserable because they never fit in, what with their dyslexia and ADHD, and dangerous because they have been handed abilities that are too much for any mortal. She uses her own life as proof of this; as far as she is concerned, the abilities Hades granted her are nothing but a curse. They have caused her nothing but trouble and grief in her own life. She holds a heavy grudge against her father, Hades, especially because, once upon a time, she looked up to him and reached her hand out to him in a plea for help and guidance and he ignored it. Ever since, she has been independent to an extreme--she refuses help, even when she needs it and it is offered. She has a need to prove that she is independent and strong to convince herself that the small, lonely child who asked for help and got none is gone.
Despite her hatred for her father, she is, quite ironically, very much like him, as many have seen fit to point out. Their similarity is partially physical, in their identical intense dark eyes and pale skin, but it is also seen within their personalities. They are both incredibly stubborn, have tendencies to hold grudges, and are honest and just to a fault, abiding by their own codes of conduct and beliefs, even when such codes go to their disadvantage.
Gwen is also very quiet. She carries a quiet intensity around her and when she speaks, she makes every word count and seldom speaks more than what she deems necessary to get her point across. This is a result of her residence in the Whitney house. Members of her family began to attempt to manipulate her and flatter her to gain her favor from a young age and, at some point, she grew sick of it, of them twisting her words and of them giving her theirs as if words were worthless and meaningless, and she stopped talking freely. She usually expresses emotions and thoughts through her facial expressions (she has a very expressive face) and body language. She is somewhat serious and may appear to be somewhat moody due to her constant fatigue but is capable of humor, just like any other person. Her smiles are always sudden and bright.
Gwen is a bit aimless in her life: she has no real goals or expectations for herself. She doesn't know what to want. She has spent far too much time with her power-hungry family to say that she herself desires power, though she is drawn to it and she could have wealth quite easily if she so desired it. Ambrose's jeering nickname "Lady Half-heart," does have some credence: as she is lacking in passion for life, she has a tendency to be emotionally distanced and half-hearted and "out of it" during serious moments. On the other hand, this could be considered an advantage, because she rarely panics. She is often idle and lives one day at a time.
She is naturally drawn towards the rush of power, like the rest of her family, and fears that, if she begins to use her powers, she will find herself unable to stop.


The Past Defines Us


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History:
Centuries ago, the Whitney family was a Legacy family of Apollo, renowned for its members' gift for prophecy. The family reaped massive amounts of influence, power, and wealth from their bloodline: its members were major playwrights, advisor-seers whispering into the ears of politicians and kings, respected healers and doctors. Unfortunately, the gift of prophecy died out in the family 5 decades ago; all that was left to its members was the gift of clear Sight through the Mist, a few dented, dusty weapons of celestial bronze, and occasional dreams of the past, memories of when power raced through the blood and danced upon the tongue in the golden sunlight words of prophecy. The Whitney family still remembered the gods and lusted for the power that one union between god and human could bring and they chased after the gods, from France to England and, finally, to America, where Gwen was born from a winter courtship between Hades and her mother. Her family members were elated and, even before her birth, the Whitneys were already laying the chess pieces onto the table and planning out battles for the powers they imagined the child would have.
Gwen Whitney had a very unusual childhood and education. Outside of the home, she struggled through classes with ADHD and dyslexia. Inside of her home, she learned extensive ancient Greek mythology and culture, the manipulation of words and conversations, and basic self-defense against monsters. Though the lifestyle and her family's constant pushing made her unhappy, she endured it until the incident in which she lost control and caused a minor earthquake. Scared of her own abilities and her own temporary glee at her strength, which she found to be much too similar to her family's lust for power, she ran away to the Underworld in the hopes of finding a person who would understand her and guide her. Hades refused to see her and, on the way out of the castle, she met Persephone, whom she realized looked very much like her own mother. As a result of this incident, Gwen began to believe that gods were incapable of change, only of repeating the same patterns again and again. She eventually returned home, where she was once again pushed and prodded and manipulated. Her family members would give her their own objectives and she was expected to fulfill them, never giving her a chance to develop her own desires. Finally, at the age of 17, she heard about Demigod Academy and enrolled in order to temporarily escape her family and, perhaps, in a favorable, more understand environment, find what she wants out of life.

Other:
- Unlike many other daughters of Hades, Gwen likes sunlight because it is the only thing that drives away the ghosts. She has developed a habit of going to night clubs or parties at night, where the large amount of people and bright, flashing colors and noise disorient and scatter her typical entourage of ghosts, and sleeping during morning and midday, when the sun is out. On school days, she drinks copious amounts of coffee and tea to stay awake.
- She lacks the gift of necromancy because they are citizens of the Underworld under her father's jurisdiction and, as she lacks her father's favor, he has not granted her control over his kingdom. Ambrose makes many a cruel jab at her inability to control spirits and skeletons because of this.
- As far as Gwen knows, Hades never loved her mother. Her conception occurred because the winter of 1995 was long and few bear love in their hearts for death. Hades merely found momentary comfort in Apolline Whitney, a doppelganger of his darling Persephone from a fanatical family that welcomes gods-even those of the dead-with open arms.




So begins...

Gwen Whitney's Story

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Florence Bradshaw Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Sage Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Juliette Chandler Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Lex Miles Character Portrait: Elliot Vance Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan Character Portrait: Robyn Quinn
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Time: 8.30am

The weather seems to rest at a comfortable temperature, not too warm or too cold. Curiously, the seasons of the Academy don't seem to relate much to the outside world, in fact it usually seems to be a mild summer day even if snow storms rage outside of it's boundaries. Of course, with a collection of super-powered demi-gods within it's walls the weather and many other aspects of life is always likely to change rapidly.




The Academy's first day of classes is always a more relaxed day for the students. Classes start slightly later than usual at 9.30am (usually classes begin at 8.55am) and end just after midday to allow for the traditional game of Capture the Flag in the afternoon.

However, this early in the morning most students can be found rising from their sleep and preparing for their day. All the students have arrived earlier in the week, giving everyone a chance to catch up on their holidays and make themselves at home again. Of course, the week has also given the students a chance to reopen old wounds, confirming past enmities or on the flip side form new friendships. Of course others have used the free week to get a head start on their studies, start working on an invention or begin to plan pranks. Of particular interest to the party animals would have been the nearby town bar which hosted a party the previous night. Of course leaving the school grounds is prohibited...

Given the vast array of personalities at the Academy, this year promises to be a very interesting one.



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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor
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"Morning," Gwen announced, softly, curled on top of her bed's covers. She peered through the curtains of the Hades dorm, at the sunlight struggling to pierce through the heavy, velveteen cloth, and lifted a hand to drag them back. The ghosts that tended to haunt her at sun-down had been particularly nasty last night, moaning stories of death by drowning, fire, murder, poison, and asking her for a second chance at life--as if she could actually give such a thing. She hadn't slept at all and their cold, barely-there fingers and her sleeplessness had left her with a dull, cold ache that seemed to emanate from deep within her bones, accompanying the more natural, throbbing ache of her muscles from her dancing at last night's party.

Gwen moved to stand, swinging one leg after the other off the bed. Her bare foot brushed momentarily against the smooth, icy marble floor, before encountering something sharp that pricked at her toe. She frowned and bent down to examine the pointy, metallic object. Her frown only deepened when she recognized it as an earring, delicately crafted out of fine gold wire and bent into the shape of a heart in order to frame and hold a similarly-shaped rose-colored gem. She sighed. It most likely belonged to one of the daughters of Aphrodite. Most of her fellow demigods knew not to leave stray bits of jewelry or metalwork out anymore, but it seemed that a certain daughter of Aphrodite had left her jewelry-box open this morning. A quick look under her bed revealed another gold earring, completing the set, and a fine layer of metallic dust that might've escaped from the academy's forge. Gwen had arrived at the Academy a week prior to the first day of class and, already, bits of metal close to the earth's surface had begun to crop up in the surrounding area, easily found by shifting thin layers of soil aside. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus were probably ecstatic.

Gwen set both earrings on her dresser table and entered the bathroom for a warm shower. After returning from it, she exchanged the simple dress she'd worn to last night's party for a white lace sweater and capris. She slipped the earrings into the pants' side-pocket, planning on returning them to their owner, retrieved her bag from the corner of the room, and stepped out into the hall of the Hades dorm.

The dorm was already completely vacant: her half-siblings all seemed to be early risers, waking and slipping away at dusk. She felt a mixture of disappointment and relief at this. Some of her half-siblings were more than a little annoying, what with their constant attempts at provoking her, but others were rather comforting, offering her a sense of connection and quiet companionship. She stepped through the hallway quickly. The Hades dorm, unlike the other dorms, always seemed to give off an air of oppression to Gwen. The place was made out of cold, dark marble and filled with looming shadows and illusions of gems and bones and, while pranks were constantly played on the other dorms' statues, no one ever dared to take Hades's dident or Helm of Darkness. She skirted around her father's statue, throwing it a lingering, dark stare full of deep dislike and blame before exiting the dorm.

Possibly because of her fatigue, the walk to the cafeteria was longer than she remembered. Her limbs felt heavy and drowsy and she wondered if she could possibly forgo breakfast and simply get a cup of tea or coffee before going to find a nice place to nap instead. Spotting Ariel sitting with Camden and Elinor underneath a tree, Gwen made the unpleasant observation that the gold jewelry Ariel wore bore a heavy resemblance to the set of earrings in her pocket. Camden and Ariel were a well-matched duo, as far as Gwen could tell. Both were far too manipulative for her liking and she avoided both as often as possible. Her mouth formed a straight-lined grimace in distaste at her predicament, and, without much ceremony, she brought out the earrings and walked up to Ariel.

"Yours?" Gwen asked, arching an eyebrow in question.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Rose Smoak Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans Character Portrait: Cyrus Goldsmith Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Maxiamus Edwin Cale Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Simon Chancellor Character Portrait: Jason Brooks
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Eddie had to say that he appreciated Alana's way of dealing with a little *ahem* chicken shit. Instead of getting into a huff, she leaned down and changed from her spoiled shorts to a skirt. "Hey Eddie, don't you think my body looks great in this?" Alana asked, casting a flirty look towards Eddie. Eddie nodded, he wasn't about to deny that.
"Best legs in the school." He replied with a grin and a wink, enjoying the way that Lana was looking at him. He always enjoyed flirting with the Daughter of Aphrodite.
"So I feel we should do something naughty. I want to start this year with a boom. A hot, fun, naughty boom. And you two." Alana said. Eddie raised an eyebrow, wondering what she had in mind. His eyes followed the blonde and she got up and walked over to Eddie, draping her arms down his shoulders. No doubt about it, this was the life. Eddie felt a pleased smile appear on his face, no doubt he looked like some love struck teen, but that was the effect Alana usually had on people. "Or we could just have a hot fun party and save the naughty for a private party later." She breathed into her ear. untangling herself from Eddie, Alana then proceeded to hug Rose before ordering the Dionysus siblings to get to making a party.

It was as Eddie was opening his mouth to reply that Jason popped over, greeting the table as he gave Alana a box and warned her not to open it right then. It was a curious gift, but Eddie shrugged, surely people gave Alana gifts all the time. He once again prepared to reply to his friends when again Eddie's attention was drawn away from Alana, this time to Cyrus who had quietly sat down with the group, or at least Eddie had to assume so. He hadn't actually noticed Athena's son until Cyrus had spoken up. Then again he had a perfectly good excuse given that his attention had been held by Alana. "Alana... I know this is the way you are, but Jordan has a huge crush on you. You are in the position to break his heart in a million pieces. So, don't toy with him,"
Eddie glanced from Alana to Cyrus and then over towards the Apollo twins with a questioning glance. From Eddie's perspective his and Alana's flirting was rather innocent flirting. He had hardly been offended when Alana placed herself on Jordan's lap, but perhaps Jordan's feelings were more than his own. His own took more of a friendly inclination, although he never missed an opportunity to playfully flirt with her. It was as he was thinking these thoughts that Poppy spoke, reminding the table that classes would be starting soon. Eddie nodded, "Yeah, and unfortunately I promised Amelia that I'd attend class today." Eddie said, aiming his words at Alana, "Might have to postpone being naughty until after class." He added giving Alana a wink.





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As Amelia sat at the table she was greeting with warm welcomes from Max and Simon. Simon grinning and indicating an empty seat.
"Of course not... I hadn't even noticed, I was completely captivated by Simon." Max replied, glancing momentarily at the louder group before back at Simon. Amelia hid a smile at his words and obvious affected for the other boy by taking a bite of food.
“Some might call it intense, others lunacy, but you have to admit they’re quite entertaining. They even have their own livestock, and which of us can say that?” Simon added, even chuckling as he glanced over to the other table.
"Undeniably the most entertaining thing I've seen this morning." Amelia agreed, raising an eyebrow as Alana's request for some 'naughty fun' drifted across the room. Amelia may have been on friendly terms with Alana (rather a surprise given Amelia's enmity with Alana's sister), but that didn't mean that she agreed with everything that the girl did or said. Of course, she doubted Eddie would mind Alana's forwardness or request for fun. Stifling a laugh Amelia turned her attention back to her own table.

"Are you both looking forward to classes?" She asked, knowing that both Max and Simon were in the university division of the Academy with her. "I think we have Power Control first." She added. Amelia rather enjoyed Power training. For one thing it took place at the training fields, which being outside were a lot more enjoyable to the indoor classrooms. She also liked that here the students were free to use their powers. While she might not be allowed to call up huge storms, she was allowed to create lightning without fear of being reprimanded for it. Besides, it would be a good warm up for when the played Capture the Flag later. Amelia glanced up at the large analogue clock that hung in the cafeteria, checking the time. Classes weren't far off starting, she should have time to finish eating and then she would make her way to the training zone.




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It was only shortly after Ariel had joined Elinor under the tree that Camden joined them, greeting the two girls with a wave and smile, "Good morning Elinor, Ariel."
"Morning Cam." Ariel replied, gifting him with one of her more genuine smiles. It wasn't long after Cam's arrival that Amelia wondered past the group. Ariel couldn't help but make some comment about the girl, the two had been at each other's throats since Ariel's first week after all. Luckily, Ariel felt especially secure at the moment considering she was surrounded by friends who didn't have a particular fondness for Amelia either. “She says that as if it’s bad. Poor thing.” Elinor said, responding to Amelia's remark about manipulation, “All those pesky morals equate to a giant stick up her...Hey, Kyle.“ Ariel smirked at Elinor's agreement before nodding a greeting at Kyle. The two were on friendly terms, but Ariel knew that Kyle was someone easily manipulated so friendly only went so far as she could use him.
"She's just a bundle of joy in the morning," Camden added, his statement thick with sarcasm.

However not everyone seemed to agree with their sentiments. An unwelcome voice chimed in a moment later, "Perhaps because it is a bad thing." . Ariel frowned slightly as Leslie joined the small group, he was hardly her favourite person and in fact he only seemed to be on friendly terms with one of their party, Camden. Indeed, Camden was the only one he greeted or even acknowledged after his first sentence. "Good morning, Camden... Always surrounding yourself with these people."
Ariel's eyebrows shot up at that, "And yet you still take a seat with us, uninvited I might add." Ariel replied to the boy, even if Leslie's words weren't meant for her. She had to question him somewhat, why would he sit with them if he despised most of those there?

However Ariel was saved from having to consider Leslie for any longer by the sudden appearance of his half-sister. The quiet girl was holding out a pair of heavy gold earrings, "Yours?" . Ariel glanced from the earrings, which she immediately recognised as her own, to the girl holding them out for her. "Still can't control your power, can you?" Ariel said, her tone falsely sweet and caring. She even favoured Gwen with a small smile as she took her earrings back, "Or have you taken up thievery?" Her smile changed from friendly to a sneer and her voice took on a biting tone. Of course, Ariel knew of Gwen's powers and knew it had probably been them that dragged her earrings from her jewellery box, but that was hardly the point. Ariel usually either completely ignored Gwen, or simply cast judgemental looks at her. She rarely went out of her way to harass the girl, only now doing so because Gwen was there. Indeed, Ariel didn't even attempt to use her powers to intimidate Gwen, what was the point when Ariel simply didn't care?

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Character Portrait: Leslie Ashton Hans Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Gwen Whitney Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Camden Van Trap Character Portrait: Kyle Andrews Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks
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Jason grabs his glasses, taking his contacts out gently and replacing them in their case carefully. He would have to wear them tonight for capture the flag, but why worry about that now when that wasn't until later? Jason looked at himself in the mirror, his glasses sitting on his nose and appearing slightly larger than his eyes. The black frames looked almost brown when compared to his messy hair making Jason smile. He grabbed the notebooks that he and his brother used for English as well as their bows and quivers, swinging them over his shoulder. They'd have weapons training after English, might as well just take the weapons with them. It wasn't as if the teacher didn't have a weapon too.

As Jason walked back outside towards the cafeteria to dump Jordan's stuff off, he rubbed his eyes. They still felt uncomfortable and irritated from the stupid contacts. If only it was Jordan who had the issue with it. Jason could have fixed the pain and neither of them would have a problem with it. Jordan was probably ticked that Jason wasn't feeling better even with his glasses. As he turned around the corner, he spotted a group of his least favorite people. Possibly on the planet. Great. Jason didn't recognize who Ariel was taunting, but he knew for sure that they didn't deserve to be accused of stealing.

Moving forward, Jason stops right behind the girl, recognizing the white hair but knowing it was already too late to turn around and say nothing. It already looked awkward enough and if he didn't speak, it would be just downright awkward. "Hey, Ariel, come on. Grow up, nobody deserves to be accused of something," Jason says, rather annoyed that the miss. priss was acting in such a manor. Sure, Jason wasn't always extremely nice either, examples being with Alana, but at least he didn't insult people unless they deserve it, examples being Ariel.

Jason looks at Camden and was about to make a comment before shaking his head, not even sure what to say. "You know it's not something Gwen controls so you might as well not bother being a total, excuse me, but b*tch," Jason says with a smile that wasn't really happy so match as annoyed.

He didn't know why he hadn't just walked by, didn't pause, ignored people he didn't have anything to do with. Then remembered that he had a sort of buzz after messing with Alana and probably was willing to try and make things even more exciting for him and step in. What an idiot he could be. Jason wasn't upset he stood up for Gwen, but he wanted t get out of there as fast as possible. Gwen wasn't bad necessarily, but they didn't have anything in common, and she was a daughter of Hades... Something that Jason couldn't stand considering what had happened once in his past, something that Jordan and he never spoke of for fear that someone would hear, would accuse them, would hate them.




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"Just another morning at demigod academy."





Cyrus frowned slightly as Alana seemed to ignore his comment. At least Eddie had reacted, though he seemed more confused by it than anything. He couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he probably wouldn't refrain from flirting with Alana with Jordan in the room. At Poppy's mention of classes, he nodded in agreement. He would rather not be at the table should Alana open up the box Jason gave him.
Whatever it was, Cyrus did not imagine for a moment that it would be pleasant. If he had to guess, it was meant to be a message for Alana to stay away from his brother. Cyrus couldn't fault Jason with trying to protect his twin, though he wasn't sure if Alana would see it as anything other than Jason pranking her for no reason.

"Let's go... Perhaps we should go remind the others," Cyrus noted, watching as Amelia sat next to Simon and Max. He rather liked Simon. The son of Hades was an interesting person once one got to know him and Max seemed decent enough. However, he frowned when he caught sight of Ariel speaking with Gwen. Judging from her body language, Gwen didn't look to be enjoying the conversation.

"I hope you improved your powers over the summer, Rose," Cy stated, smiling slightly at his friend. She truly lit up whatever room she was in. Simon was lucky that he held her affections. He turned quickly, hoping Alana did not sense any remnants of his old crush on Rose. He did not need to deal with that. Particularly, he noted, when he noticed he had a small attraction towards many of his peers, which was quite silly and not something he needed anyone knowing.

He stood up and walked towards Gwen, giving Ariel a polite smile and nodding at his brother before turning to the Gwen, "Good morning, Gwen. I was just looking for you. I'd like your help in finding an old harddrive I need to bring into class today. As you may or may not know, it is partly made of silver like many other electronics so it should be quite easy for you."

It was an obvious lie, but it was an excuse for Gwen to leave the others. It was a pity Gwen did not have Power classes with him. Her powers would be fascinating to compare and contrast with Simon's.

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Gwen's response to Ariel's taunt, like her response to many things in life, had been silence. This, right here, was the main reason why she disliked people like Ariel. Manipulative, prone to casting their words about like a careless whip that stung wherever it landed, taking joy when what they said succeeded in brushing up against an old wound. She had encountered too many people like Ariel in her seventeen years of life--her own family was full of them. And, if you deigned to parley with them and join in in their puppeteer games, you were either victim or perpetrator of yet another manipulation, inflictor of yet another wound. Her encounters with such people had left her weary and wordless.
So, Gwen kept her silence. The only way to avoid participating in a word-game was to not have words at all.
Of course, in Gwen's case, she didn't need words to express herself. Her face, as always, gave it away too easily. The look in her dark eyes was that of a person recoiling backwards, building up walls. The firm line that her mouth formed was a little tenser. And she could hear the earth's hum, a little louder than usual and also tenser, like a reverberating note emerging from a bass string, pulled taut and almost ready to snap. The ground seemed to shift and creak impatiently underneath her feet, ready to give way. If Ambrose, her ancestral ghost and nightly visitor, were here, he would have clamored at this and urged her on with frantic whispers in her ear. He would've told her to let go of the taut string, to let it snap and bring whatever destruction it may. However, she would not do so. Such a taunt was painful, yes, but she could bear it. She would bear it. She refused to give Ariel the satisfaction of proving her right, of proving that she wasn't able to control her powers.

She straightened herself slowly, carefully, and eased the taut string that was her power back. Silence. Calm. Peace. It was what she craved-needed-above all else right now. She shook her head slowly, staring at Ariel.

"Don't-" was all Gwen had a chance to state before she heard a voice behind her. She turned and eyed Jason in surprise, one eyebrow raised rather quizzically at his behavior. The son of Apollo and his twin brother usually didn't seem to be very fond of the children of Hades: they were constantly attempting to dodge her, always leaving a large space between where they were and where she was whenever they were confined to the same room for class. She had a vague idea that it had something to do with her father himself, considering that they seemed to be generally friendly and humorous people. She wondered to herself whether or not clarifying that Hades was god of the dead, who merely judged and ruled over those who were already deceased, and not the god of death itself would help matters.

Gwen was jolted from her thoughts by Cyrus's arrival. She listened to his request, her mouth quirking up on a little in amusement, fully aware of the all-too-obvious actual purpose behind it. She gave him a gentle push, calling him out on his true motive and displaying her slight annoyance at having to receive so much help. Still, at such a time, she couldn't help also being glad for it: it meant that she wasn't entirely alone. "Hmm...time for a quick coffee?" she asked him, heading back towards the path leading to the cafeteria.

She paused for a moment and turned back. "Thank you," she said, addressing both Jason and Cyrus. The tension had finally seemed to fade out of her body, leaving her to listen to the steady, calmer hum of the earth and enjoy the warmth of the sun on her skin. Gwen smiled at them, warmly, suddenly, as she always did.

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"I could never leave anyone alone with Ariel."





Cyrus smiled slightly at Gwen's nonverbal protest at receiving his and Jason's help. Nonetheless, he could tell that she didn't mind them stirring her away. He walked in silence with her, smiling slightly at her request.

"Sure. Class starts soon, though. And I don't know how you can drink that stuff," Cy told her playfully, his distaste for coffee evident. He always thought it was far too bitter. He preferred fruit juices or smoothies in the morning himself or, failing that, some tea. He raised an eyebrow when she stopped in the path on the way to the cafeteria.

"Thank you," she said, addressing both himself and Jason. She smiled warmly at them, which was strange, coming from a child of Hades. But then, Gwen was different from her siblings. Cy smiled back.

"No problem. I could never leave anyone alone with Ariel."

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Jason gave a nod with a small smile. "Think nothing of it. I got to get Jordan off his lazy butt and make sure we aren't late for class if you'll excuse me," Jason says with a small smile before waving at both of them with his only available hand before moving to go towards Jordan and Casey. Jordan turns his head to see Jason and smiles as he sees his bow. "Hey, my stuff. Class?" Jordan asks with a smile, though he didn't seem very happy about the class part.

Jason gives a fake reluctant nod before dumping Jordan's stuff off on the table. Casey looks at the weapons with wide eyes. "I thought you were kidding about weapons," Casey says in surprise as she looks at the bows and arrows. Jordan makes a funny face and shakes his head. "Yeah, no. What did you think about those swords and spears we saw kids carrying in when we arrived? None were fake," Jordan says with a smile as he gathers up his bow, slinging the quiver over his shoulder and grabbing his english notebook. It was a strange sight, a guy carrying a quiver with arrows and a notebook labled "English"... Definitely something that surprised Casey, but was normal to ever other half blood that was alive.

Jason nudges Jordan giving him a nod and motioning to the door with his head. "That's right, we got to go now if we're going to plant you know what you know where like you know who planned for us to," Jordan says making Jason nod yet Casey confused as she watches the twins leave, notebooks and bows in hand. On the way out though, Jordan stops by Alana's table, saying later to everyone there but giving Alana a kiss on the cheek as he moved quickly, chasing after Jason who didn't stop except to wave at those he didn't dislike at the table. In other words, everyone but Alana really.

Casey stared after the boys, wondering how they weren't quite expelled yet. "Such strange boys..." Casey says quietly as she finishes the small thing of yogurt in front of her, satisfied with the creamy food that served as her breakfast. She took another sip of water, savoring the liquid as it went down her throat. It always refreshed her even if she had already had gallons of water that day. It didn't surprise Casey really, but it was an interesting thing that wasn't... normal. Well, normal in the human world that is...

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If there was one thing Alana hated it was being guilted. Between Cyrus, Jason, and the othe membes of the group, she was feeling seriously trapped. She took the box that Jason gave her and studied it closely. She knew Jodan and Jordan wouldn't give her this. He gave her stuff all the time. She loved the stuff he made. It decorated her room at the dorm and at home. But she slid it in her purse anyway. She heard Cyrus's comment and quitly said. "If I was a good person I would let him go.". She ran her hands through her hair and began drowning out conversations. She heard what Eddie said and smiled at him but no longer felt like flirting. She felt like she wanted a hug and if she was honest she wanted it from one of two people: Ariel or Jordan.

She stood, brushed her skirt, and flashed everyone a charming smile before looking at rose and saying "K babe, I'm going to walk Ariel to class but I'll see you in class right. Wanna meet there?" She waited until her back was turned to al of them before biting her lip. A rare sign of nervousness in her case.

She walked over to Ariel just in time to hear what Jason said. She held in a hiss as he and Gwen walked by. Once she stood in front of Ariels group she fowned "Who the hell did he think he was talking to?" She said. A rare instance, since of all the descendants of Aphrodite she wa the best at charm speak and keeping up a charming demeanor. Alana was a rare instance since she used her powers all the time. She recovered and started egngaging her powers again but even with her blonde hair was blowing around her, her tan skin glowing, and curves evident it was obvious she was unsettled. Even with the sigh of perfection in front of them she knew Ariel would be able to tell something was wrong. Call it sisters intuition or blame it on the fact that they were not just sisters but best friends as well. "Hey I'll walk you to class. " She said sliding her bag strap up her shoulders "Wait until I tell you what Claras latest scheme was. Hint, it involves those absolutely gorgeous tweed shorts we picked out together." She nodded solemnly.

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Kyle smiled. "Thats great." he murmured. Kyle glanced around anxiously. He'd never gotten used to being around more than 1 person at a time. Never had he talked as a group, unless you counted class. "I had no interest attending the party." Kyle sighed, answering her question. To tell the truth, Kyle had never attended a party. Kyle watched as another figure approached the group. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was Leslie. Kyle was distracted, looking around, when he heard Leslie say what sounded like an insult. "Always surrounding yourself with these people." he said. His tone was soft but something in his expression noted disgust, as if they weren't worth his time. "Leslie... Always a pleasure to see you." Kyle managed a fake smile of pleasure. He smiled at Ariel who shot a remark back at Leslie.

Next Kyle watched as Gwen Whitney walked up. She was talking to Ariel about a pair of earrings. He glanced at them and felt a pang of discomfort. He was just thinking how Demeter would love those. No, he hated her. She was never there for him so he would never think of her. But it was hard because Kyle found himself thinking about her and what she would do if she was actually in his life. Never in all of his nineteen years of life did he even meet her or talk to her. All he had was vague descriptions of her and his imagination.

Kyle looked up to see Jason standing behind Ariel. He eyed them closely before glancing away. All this company was making him feel uncomfortable. As more and more people came to visit, Kyle found it unbearable and adding to his headache this morning. "Elinor I'll see you later." he said, standing up and grabbing his bag, walking away briskly. He knew how most of them felt about him. They thought he was creepy, dumb, antisocial (which I guess was true) and generally Kyle wasn't liked very much. He knew they'd be happy to see him leave so the sooner the better, right?

Kyle found himself slightly chilly this morning. He wrapped himself in his arms and found himself walking to the large field. Out in the open, surrounded by nature, was one of the only places Kyle could find a sense of calm. When Kyle was younger, he'd spend hours in the field on his farm, trying to escape reality. You could never rely on friends to listen, but nature was there. He'd spill his thoughts all the time out there. He found a spot in the field and sat down. The grass was a bit damp here from the morning dew but he didn't mind. Kyle looked around. He could heart talking in the distance but it was a whisper to him here. Kyle let out a sigh when he remembered he'd forgotten to take his depression pills. He searched his bag and grabbed the container of pills but it was empty. Kyle held his head in his hands. He'd gone through days without having them before but it really affected his mood so he'd need them sooner or later.




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Alaska rolled over in bed. Her eyes glanced at the clock and she nearly jumped out of bed. She'd woken up a lot later than she had planned. She didn't want to be late for the first day of senior year. Alaska slid out of bed and threw on her outfit for the day. She then went to work in front of her mirror, curling her eyelashes and applying a layer of mascara. She put on a coral lipstick and did a dark brown eyeshadow to compliment her eyes. she put on a bit of blush and she smiled. She wanted to impress Jason Brooks. Boy did she have a crush on him. Not only was he cute, he played the guitar too!

Alaska threw on a leather jacket and slipped on her favourite pair of Doc Martens. She'd have to be quick if she were going to make it to the cafeteria and get some breakfast. People would be in the middle of eating or finishing their breakfast by now. Alaska left the dorm and walked briskly to the Cafeteria. She saw some people gathered by the Cafeteria under a tree. She'd join them after she was done getting breakfast. She noticed a couple people... Camden, Ariel and Jordan. Alaska ducked into the Cafeteria and reappeared outside 5 minutes later with an Apple, a Yogurt, a Granola bar and a Bottle of Water.

She walked over to the group, trying to be quiet. She didn't know why but she wanted to surprise them. "Hey guys." she said, taking a bite out of her apple. She swallowed and continued, "How are you guys?" she asked.

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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.