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Luca Peverell

With every drop you drink, every breath you take. you're connected to the sea...

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

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"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls"
-Edgar Allen Poe




Introducing


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Full Name:
Luca Josephine Peverell

Nickname:
Nicknames are few and far between. Her name is simply too short. The most common nicknames are Lou or Lulu though.

Age:
16

Birth Date:
17th of May

Home Town:
Malmö, Sweden.

Sexuality:
Decidedly heterosexual.



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Poseidon

Power:
Luca has the ability to control water, although there must be a water source for her to do this. It is the only power she is blessed with from Poseidon. She may move and shape bodies of water to her desire based on her mood and strength , which varies greatly. Although water manipulation is often considered one of the safest powers to possess, if not trained properly, those blessed with it may cause massive destruction. If trained properly and excessively, she may be able to bend liquids to serve as a weapon. Although she is often as dormant as a pond in one’s backyard, if antagonized, things may not end so good- for her.

Strengths:
Determination || Aim || Flexibility || Dancing || Lakes, rivers, waterfalls ||

Weaknesses and Flaws:
Perfectionism || Over competitive || Heavy things || No water || Her own mind/self defeating




Sharing Our Desires


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Likes: Winning || Perfection || Dancing || Her siblings || vintage

Dislikes: Losing || Boredom || Futuristic things || Crying

Hobbies: Dancing || Baking || Designing clothes

Fears: Losing || Moths (She will cry.) || Death

Secrets: Her mother's affair with Poseidon || Her sneaking out (A secret that she wanted to be told, but one nonetheless.)



In-Depth



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Personality:
The mirror holds so much more than slanting cheekbones and wide-set eyes the colour of the sky. It's not the way your skin glows so milky white it is almost translucent, nor the way your features are round as the moon above. What makes you different is nothing to do with the way you look - because on the outside you are every bit the same as your sisters. Down-turned lips the shape of a heart; cherry lipgloss glazing them with the finest pink. What sets you apart, my darling, is the smile that plays upon them when you need it the most - spreading like a disease with that infectious laugh of yours. Influence. That is all anybody can really see when they look at you - the power you hold simply from existing running through your veins. They can see your money in your fine clothes, but it's not just that. No, it's the way you look at someone and anybody can see the judgement in your eyes. It's the way you flick your hair over your shoulder - and air of confidence that hides everything inside. Lastly, it's the way you are. From your slender legs to your prominent collarbones to the flick of your hair that you can never tame, you are a Peverell.

It's a losing battle against the mirror, but like the rest of the competitions you never stop fighting. You are not vain, but you act as though you are. Constant scrutiny of every part of your almost perfect body not because you care yourself, but because maybe if you can be the prettiest, the most beautiful, the most elegant or poised or something then maybe she will approve. Like the rest of the things you try to be, you fail. Because you are Luca and as soon as you turn away from the mirror, you have torn your skirt sliding down the bannister or dirtied your tights in the garden. And if Mama even notices it's with a disapproving glance and maybe even some quiet comment about how your sisters never behave this way. Just Luca. Only you could manage to ruin everything this way, my dear. Only you could try so hard to fit in in a family like this one that you have everybody fooled. Even yourself, because the mirror is backing up the pretences about being a part of whatever this is. But it's all wrong, because the moment you turn your back to the reflection, you become you again. Not striking features and straight white teeth and well-kept locks. Just Luca.

Sometimes you get sick of dressing the way Mama wants, Luca. How are you supposed to train in frocks and necklaces? And that's when you sneak outside and convince some poor unfortunate friends of yours to come with you. It's all about the attention, isn't it? All of this, everything. The way you act and talk and dress and laugh. That's why sometimes you wear a top you know is just a little bit too low and you pretend not to notice. Yes. And then there are the other things that don't just set you apart from your family but the entire human race. Your eyes. Wide and blue, with long lashes and dark irises you could fall into. The way they look when you begin to lose and fall apart and stumble into a territory you do not wish to be in - that is something quite inhuman in itself, isn't it, Luca? Perhaps you cannot see it, but you can feel it. Fire flashing in them, rage, determination, darkness. It's all fun and games until Luca starts to lose. And then, all at once, it is war.


When you are somewhere in the middle of a family like Luca's, you don't really have any choices. It's as if you are surrounded by water and you can't quite reach the bottom - there is nothing to do but kick your legs and hope to stay afloat. Sometimes the waves threaten to pull you under, but you fight all the same. After all, you are Luca Peverell. The little girl who was always known for trying over and over no matter how many times she failed. The girl who's eyes darken when she begins to lose any battle. Perhaps it would be easier for you if you worked at one fight at a time, throwing all the right punches. But you don't. This is what happens when you can't help but want to be the best at everything, my dear. The water starts filling your lungs. And that is when you sink. It's not your fault, though. Never your fault. Always a slip of the rules or a unfortunate roll of the dice - this is what it is like to live when you cannot bare to lose. A constant battle against reality, which pushes against your defiant body like a tide.

Nobody can doubt your influence on people, though. You pick and chose at your friends as though they are playing cards - trading them off, backwards and forwards, making a game of it. And for some reason they keep coming back - captivated by your cheery smile and infectious laugh and the daring courage which dances in your eyes. That's what you like to think, anyway. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if it is nothing to do with who you are at all and more to do with who your parents are and how many bedrooms are in your house. What does it matter? You were never really one for caring what others thought of you, Luca.You shrugged of the hands of your mother without a second glance because where she wanted you to sit down and behave yourself you wanted to run free. How can you captivate people if you don't have a chance to show off exactly how much daring you posees? Always trying to prove yourself, in your own way. Attention-seeking. Pushing forwards every tiny success you might happen to stumble upon for one reason. Daddy doesn't give out his attention plentifully, and there are six other children who crave it just the same as you. Maybe that is why you fight so hard. Losing is simply not a choice in the games of Luca.

And you do play games, don't you dear? When a contest becomes too much and the ground starts to fall away beneath you? It's true. You cannot handle losing and maybe that is why you do it. Cheat. Kick up a fuss every time something doesn't go your way. But that's just who you are and who you have always been - the child who sulks off in a corner when she misses the target for the twelfth time and still ends up crowded by people vying for her approval and praise. And she gives it out just as sparingly as her own father - because she has watched every moment of her life exactly how to make people work for your attention. You pick and choose who you give it too, just like him. You want them to work for you the same way you work for him and you want them to do it in vain. Why should everybody else win their quarrels with life when you are left alone beneath the sea, the current pulling everything away from you. If you had ever had power, maybe you would be a control freak. You're not, though. To those who are not threat to you, no competition you are pleasant and bubbly and bright. Irresistible. It's only when they start to beat you at your own sad games that your face sets into a determined pout. It doesn't matter that you train in every spare moment of your time, filling your life with swords and arrows and knives because maybe if you're better than your siblings Daddy might spare a smile just for you. No, it doesn't matter at all. Because you never win, do you, Luca? You're good, rounded. But that's not what you want - you want to be the best.

Never good enough, and yet always fighting for it anyway. When you were little it was always about hiding pieces of your sisters jigsaws and writing the answers to spelling tests on your hands. Sometimes you even start to believe your twisted versions of the truth. It's funny - if you tell yourself that you what you did was right (you did see her cheating, you did!) you start to think of them as the truth. New memories that never happened form in your mind until you can't tell the difference. You're not a bad person, Luca. Just a desperate one. You hide it well enough, too - masked beneath laughter and a smile that can convince anyone that the things you do to win are just a bit of fun.

Dirty tricks are all fun and games because she should have seen it coming. But it's not about the lying, is it, Luca, my dear? It's about you and who you are underneath the facade of blushing and showing off. Beneath that cherry chapstick, who are you? Insecure, attention-seeking, bratty little tell tale? Perhaps. But you're also the five year old who stayed up all night making a birthday cake for her Mama. Not because you hoped you would get a few words of appreciation but because you wanted to make her happy. You're the girl who wraps her arms round her sisters every time you see them- tighter than they wraps theirs. Who feels dizzy and shocked and overwhelmed when she sees them and laughs with the sisters she rivals almost every other day of the year. Because under all that, Luca, you are good at being kind and caring and sweet. But not the best. Never the best.



The Past Defines Us


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History:

The hallways of your house have always seemed a little too empty for you. Yes, there are six people living somewhere between it's walls, but there is too much distance between them for you. Perhaps not distance in space, although that too is plentiful. No, you are afraid of the distance wedged between you and your siblings. A constant vying for attention, rivalry gone just a fraction too far. You love each other. But you fight and squabble and laugh and cry and at the same time there is all this empty space. Maybe it is just the house, after all. What if the ceilings were lower and the draughts didn't sweep over your ankles so? Would it be better then, Luca? Would that alone be enough to stop you sneaking out every single chance you find? The answer, plain and simple, is no. Not because you don't wish the nights were just a little bit warmer and the family a little softer, somehow. Just because the only reason you leave is in order to feel more at home when you are there. Like the more time you spend away the more you will feel like this is your family, after all. You love every single one of them more than anything else, and yet you hate them, too. The things you want more than anything - the attention and time of each of you parents - are limited only by your siblings. Because of them you are the self-obsessed, desperate girl clawing for the scraps of attention left behind. And sometimes you are stupid enough to wish it all away.

It doesn't work, because like everything else you do, you are no good at wishing. And then you regret wishing when you stare your sister in the eyes and you end up sitting down on her bed and trying to talk to her out of guilt alone until you are screamed from the room. This is the only time you ever cry. To say you are strong would be a lie, but you have different ways of breaking down to others. When you start to lose it, you grow hard and determined and withdraw all the love you give. Your eyes flash grey and your slender hands curl into fists. It is only when there is no hope left - and for you it is always worth trying one more time - that you cry. The door closes and you sob into the soft linen of your pillow case. You never really stop to think about where all the luxuries come from. Like the rest of the rich people in your neighbourhood, you tend to take them for granted. As your tears sink into the material, you don't consider the poor factory worker that sewed it with tired fingers. You think of yourself. And when you are quite done you walk lightly down the hallway and knock on Cora's door. Your little sister. The only one in the family who was never really a threat to you. It was like she already had Daddy captured in a way you would never had, and you accepted that. Dear, sweet Luca. Never questioning exactly what it was about Cora that made you feel different in her company. Maybe it is the way she looks at you and reads you so easily and perfectly there is no point in pretending. The way she doesn't always return your smiles and fall into your sweet laugh like the others.

With Cora, there is no Luca the liar. The part of you that competes and rivals and works hard for the things you will never gain fades just a little. Once, you were uncomfortable with the raw you that your sister brought to the surface, but then you accepted it. You don't talk much in her company. There is no need when she looks right inside your mind and offers you only what you need to know. And then you can leave the room and climb out of your bedroom window even though everybody in the house knows you go to train. You climb out of your window because you are Hollyn and even when everybody else has accepted something, you still cling on to what could have been. You started this business of clambering down the drainpipe when you were eleven years old. It was mainly for the drama; nobody would have noticed nor cared if you had left via the door. But that's always been how you are, hasn't it? Doing things just for the thrill, for the attention, just because. Sneaking off with your friends and then setting a fire at the park if only to watch it burn. To feel the admiring eyes of your peers upon you and just smirk, thinking that if you just keep pretending a little longer, everything you ever wanted will come true. You've never really been good at anything, though, Luca. Least of all pretending.

When you were twelve, though, this all changed.

Your Daddy wasn't your real one, she said, smiling slightly. Mother had always had a way with words- twisting them and breaking them until they fitted her needs. Your real daddy was more important than him- better. You smiled giddily at the though of telling your sisters, proclaiming that you were the special one in the family. You asked, but mama said you could not tell, and put a slender finger to her lips. She said that you could never tell anyone. Your daddy was a god. And then your brain whirred with recognition, and the puzzle pieces of your mind fell into place. That man, with a lizard's tongue in his mouth that often followed you was not human. That dog you saw was not a dog- it was far too big anyway, the size of a small elephant. All the things you gave maybe a few seconds thought to were simply not right.

She said you had to go to a special school. You did. After all, Luca, the only thing your good at is following orders.

Other: Anything else you want to add.




Theme Song:
Wolf | Phildel

You once said I wish you dead, you sinner,
I'll never be more that wolf at you door for dinner,
And if I see you round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire.

You once said I wish you dead, you sinner,
I'll never be more that wolf at you door for dinner,
And if I see you round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire.

You were as sharp as a knife to get me,
You were a wolf I the night to get, me, back,
The wishes I've made are to vicious to tell,
Everyone knows that I'm going to hell.

And if it's true,
I'll go there with you.

You once said I wish you dead, you sinner,
I'll never be more that wolf at you door for dinner,
And if I see you round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire.

I know, the way through the night to your door,
You know, the blood that I'm owed is all yours,
The wishes I've made are to vicious to tell,
The devil already, he knows me so well.

And if it's true,
I'll go there with you.

You once said I wish you dead, you sinner,
I'll never be more that wolf at you door for dinner,
And if I see you round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire.

You once said I wish you dead, you sinner,
I'll never be more that wolf at you door for dinner,
And if I see you round like a ghost in my town, you liar,
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire.

So begins...

Luca Peverell's Story

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

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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: Luca Peverell

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“She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.”





She turns careful pirouettes, one after the other, again and again. Toes pointed, knees bent, everything in perfect alignment. (Only, the mirror says that everything is wrong.) She moves to the barre, my arms following a predefined path, graceful and elegant. Closing her eyes, she inhales slowly, her body moving with ease to the silent music that floods the room at early morning. (It's the sound of heavy breathing, an exhausted heart and blistered feet inside pink ballet slippers.)

An exasperated sigh escapes from weary lungs, and she cannot help but find herself on the hardwood floor yet again. Peeking through the curtain of blonde hair that shields her face, she watches the mirror. (It's still wrong, you need to keep trying. If you don't how are you ever going to get there?) And so she picks herself up, feeling the ache bite deep into each and every muscle, the pit of her stomach hollow and content. The lights are dimmed - if anybody found her here, displaying each and every imperfection at the witching hour, she didn't know if she could lift her head in school tomorrow.

"Get it together," She whispers, her mistakes tumbling forth - as though when she fell, a barrier broke, and her entirety was filled with hopeless imperfections. (Only at night, only when the windows nurse more darkness than the studio itself.) Not brave enough to face herself, She lifts two heavy arms high above her head and begins again, ashamed to admit that after hours and hours of effort she is still lacking something every other girl has. And obviously, it comes easy to them, for not a single other soul had to break into the room at dawn in an attempt to find their place.

By the time an hour has passed, she sat at the edge of the water, watching the moonlight reflect violet. She'd been at a party earlier, but left after a few shots. She sits miserably on the beach, head in dainty hands. How are the other demigods feeling? Prepared, pumped and excited? Or as uptight and pressured as her? She's hoping the latter is the case. Anyway, she's tired... so.... tired.

She woke up in a mixture of sand, seawater and Chanel perfume and cursed aloud. Still in ballet garb, Luca decided to go back to the cabin and change. Good thing, though, because at the moment you could've mistaken her for a cheap slasher film's antagonist, and that was one thing she would not allow anyone to see her as. One thing she forgot was that it was not early morning anymore. She came across a group of demigod that she did not recognize, their anonymous faces twisted into sneers. She covered her face and dashed into the Poseidon cabin, careful to not let bounding steps wake her cabin mates. In record time she was washed up, dressed and ready to go outside. Exhaling calmly, she set foot outside, giving a quick glance to her father's statue. With a short laugh she dismissed the novelties that had been placed on to the statue- a spray painted bikini complete with a seaweed wig. It was time for breakfast, and anyway, she was hungry as fuck.





{today's outfit}: (x) {today's song}:(x) {today's mood}: embarrassment, annoyance




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Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks

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“Don’t call it a fight when you know its a war.”





After years of irregular mealtimes, eating whenever she felt like it, or skipping altogether to focus her mind that little bit more, the routineness and balance of food in the camp makes her feel more ill than she's sure she'd feel if she didn’t eat at all. She'd been introduced to all sorts of new flavours and combinations in her time here, but everything I try seems to reflect the mannerism of the Camp itself – spiced and flavored and not nearly sensible. She's no food critic, but she has always been suspicious of things she can’t easily recognise. She prefer eating in the dining hall than in her own room. It feels more like home – the foods served in big shining vats with ladels or serving forks, not on dainty, miniature china crockery that’s as fragile as bird bones – and as well-suited for the purpose of holding a large meal, too.

The dining room is not only plainer, both in design and in recipes, but also gives much more scope for conversation, too. It’s easy to go and sit opposite a new person, (as easy as it is for the introverted people to sit alone), and chatter flows easily when there’s whole lives of different experiences to compare.

With a plate lightly topped with the blandest things she could find – waffles topped with a dusting of icing sugar – She glances around the tables, all filled with faces she does not recognise- except for a few scattered in every direction. And then, oh. She spots her sibling, Casey, at a table with the twins, Jordan and Jason, and Alana. That'll do nicely the thought sprung from her head and she took a seat at their table.

"Hello, everyone" She said, smiling that infectious smile of hers "Were you guys at the party last night? I didn't see anyone I knew, so I just left"

She can’t even begin to compare this nostalgically to her perfectly cooked meals at home, whatever the time of day or the depth of her appetite, before she notices It’s a mixture of courtesy and genuine interest, but she know it’s a good start, whatever direction the interaction takes.






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Character Portrait: Amelia Sterling Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Poppy Malandra Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Clara Reinhart Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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Rick hummed along to the lines of the song blaring on the small hand-crafted stereo that he and Poppy had built awhile back as it was a nice, and much needed, addition to the shop. Of course, he knew how early it was and was also fairly certain the walls of the dorm wasn't thick enough to stop the sound from emanating throughout the dorm, but since none of the others have come down to holler at him then it must not have been bothering them.

Moving to a clustered table, he tossed an alternator on it; a favor just being finished for a child of Ares, seemed his totally awesome Toyota Camry's, honestly Rick still couldn't figure out how a Camry could be described as awesome, battery kept dying; causing the car to shut down over the break which really impeded on his plans of getting laid as much as possible before returning to a place full of kinda-sorta-but not really-relatives, and the Ares' kid was far to cheap to pay to have it replaced.

Finally finished with that mini-project, Rick glanced up at the large clock in the shop to figure out what was what, but it seemed he would have enough time to shower up, change, and then either go back to work on his newest prototype or go mingle. It truly was a hard choice given he had spent a good portion of last night at a party mingling with people. Yes, it had been a long night just like how every night was. Went to a party for a few hours, came back and tried to sleep for two hours, failed miserably, then came down to the shop at three in the morning to work on projects till daybreak.

One look at the 'prototype' was enough to convince him to go mingle. He needed to tell the twins to stop by the shop as they were going to be his beta-testers, and he needed to see Ellie and C. to start preparation on the 'Masta Plans' for the years first major prank. If all went well, some dorm was going to have a very, very long day sometime this week. Wiping his hands on his worn jeans, Rick headed for the door.




Feeling fresh and as wake as someone can be when they haven't slept in thirty-eight hours, Rick left the dorm in his 'new' outfit. New was a subjective term as the shirt was a bland grey, but on the bright side, it lacked any holes, burn spots, and oil stains. The jeans were faded, but that said they didn't start out faded. Running his hand across his chin and enjoying the small stubble that ran along it; he decided he could look a whole lot worse, but then again, even if he was looking terrible; he wouldn't have cared. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he headed for the cafeteria ignoring most of the dorms he passed as they weren't really of interest to him as his mind was completely wrapped up in his newest prototype, and the havoc it was going to play on the lives of the other Demi-Gods.

When he finally got to the cafeteria, he glanced around the room to note on the 'clicks' that everyone migrated into, and Rick prided himself on not belonging to one as he was just far too awesome. He was a 'drifter' if anything, able to sit anywhere and fit in because he usually knew one or two people in every click.

Walking along the set out food, he shook his head, "Would it kill them to serve me something nice and greasy?" He bemoaned as he really didn't want any of that 'godly' food or any of those veggies as he was not a rabbit. Reaching out, he snaked a green apple which was good enough as he really wasn't hungry as the lack of sleep was making his stomach start to churn just from looking at it, and if he has learned anything from his time here, a churning stomach plus that nectar equaled lots of vomit.

Apple in hand, he swept his eyes over the assembled 'mass' once more before getting to work. Knowing the trip to the twins would be the fastest, he headed to their table first, and leaned over the wood, "Hey double trouble, I got something awesome to show you, so after school stop by the shop. Trust me, it is going to blow your minds," he said not able to keep the excitement form his voice over the topic at hand, not wanting to be completely rude having just barged in on whatever conversation they were having, "Hey oddly disproportion amount of blondies," He said to the three present as a form of greeting, as he only knew one of their names, Alana, with the other two just being... whoever they were. Plus, just calling them blondies saved him the time of having to pretend he knew their names, or worse, have to go through the whole, 'hi, how are you? Who are you?' time waste. He had a noble duty to uphold at the moment. There was time for such things later.

Rick pushed himself from the table and started to leave, but stopped and leaned back giving Jordan a wink, "Nice lap warmer," He said giving he had a beautiful blond girl in his lap, wasn't that the American Dream? Normally, he would wait to exchange jokes and what not, but not today, he had places to be.

Moving to another table, Rick slid into the table housing Eddie, Rose, and any other person his mind was too distracted to take note of, "Hello guys and gals," he said, "You guys didn't happen to see Ellie or C. run through here have you? Kinda need to grab them for a super secret, awesome talk about a super secret, awesome project," He said before taking a bite from his apple.

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Character Portrait: Eddie Greer Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Adam Hayes Character Portrait: Elinor Mansell Character Portrait: Alana Marie Saint Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Jason_Brooks Character Portrait: Ariel Lee Character Portrait: Rose Smoak

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Alana smiled leaning back into Jordan's arms. She smiled brightly at his comment of Fashion. "I'm so excited. I missed designing ocer the summer." She truly did. But she missed the praise she got from her designs more. She had a schetch book filled with designs she couldn't wait to show off.

At the arrival of Luca, Lana realized she should probably go. Not that she was worried about losing Jordan to her but she knew Jason much preffered Jordan being with Luca, than with Lana. Hell if Lana was honest he should be with Luca. Lana was too old for him, she was unreliable, and generally unpredictable. She rolled her eyes at Adams quick entry and exit before easing out of Jordans arms "Well I gotta go, I told Rose I was going to come back to sit with them" She said gesturing to Rose and Eddie. "See you later?" She said quickly kissing him on the cheek. She hugged Casey and nodded to Jason as well before she walked away.

Once she got back to her table she glared at Adam "Did you seriously call me lap candy?" said with a scoff. She turned her attention back to Rose. "So what are the hottest blondes on campus next move?" She said with a mischievous wink.

Rose was Lanas go to girl. They shared a real bond as well. Not the sister bond of her and Ariel but a bond of best friends that can only be achieved by a certain large amount of trust. A trust that the two of them shared.
"And where the hell is Ariel?" She asked feeling very uncertain and slightly annoyed that Ariel wasn't there.

When she finally spotted her she stood up and waved her over. She really didn't care who she was with. Ariel was her sister. Whoever she was with could tag along if they wanted. But she noticed her go outside. Lana pouted for a moment but decided to let it go.

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Jordan waved Alana off with a dazed look in his eyes before regaining his composure and turning to the conversation at hand, taking Jason's orange juice for a sip before replacing it where it was. Casey smiled after Alana giving a faint wave. Jordan was not too happy with Rick for calling Alana a lap warmer, but what could he say? She was pretty.

Jason smiled at both Rick and Luca as they joined them, then lot Rick. Jason loved Rick, in a bromance sort of thing, not in like love love. That was saved for a special daughter of Zeus that Jason had difficulty talking to. He smiled as Rick made the comment about a lap warmer as that is all Alana is sometimes. That, and a girl always looking to have a bit of fun. Jason and Jordan both gave Rick a nod as they both knew they would definitely stop by Rick to get what he said to get.

Jason looked to Luca and said, "We didn't go. Jordan and I weren't if we'f know anyone." Jordan's eyes widened as he looked from the table to Luca then to the orange juice, not wanting to make eye contact and give himself away just in case he couldn't keep a straight face or something. "Yeah, you see, I had to finish some lyrics for a song," Jordan explains hoping that the excuse would pass by Jason which it did. Jason jut nodded, accepting the answer as if it was completely obvious.

"I didn't hear about it until a half hour before it started. I didn't have anyone to go with to make sure I knew people, so I just didn't bother trying," Casey says with a smile. She wasn't upset she missed it, but she wasn't happy she did either. It would have been an opportunity to meet and interact with people that she would need to live with.

"So, was that guy that came over the supplier?" Casey asks Jordan and Jason who both nod. "Yeah, that's Rick. He's a child of Hephaestus and a guy to go to for any trick you might need," Jason says with a wink as he sits back, careful to not spill his orange juice as he took a sip.

"So with capture the flag going on and all tonight, when are they having the bonfire?" Jason asks nobody in particular as he fiddles with a pick he carried on a necklace.

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Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Casey Adams Character Portrait: Jordan Brooks Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan

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“If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?”





Picking away at her waffle with her fork, Luca decided it was probably best not to eat. She'd been ravenous earlier but- truthfully, she wasn't at all hungry now. Maybe it was the sight of the food- crisscrossed and perfectly topped with an uneven layer of icing sugar. Somehow, it was too imperfect for Luca.

"Bye, guys. I'm going to go prepare for class." She said to Casey and Jordan before sauntering off. They'd been visited by a throng of anonymous people, and deciding it was too much for her, she had wandered off. It hadn't take long for her to reach the water. The sun was higher in the sky now, and so she went for a swim. Water didn't affect her very much, so it was the perfect thing to do at this moment. Not many people swam in the lake, as its really not advisable- Luca knew this, but all she'd seen was the water nymphs lithe faces and the occasional normal fish.

A splash, and she was in the water. Her life was on tilt, bent forward, racing away from her faster than she could make sense of it. Ducking under the water she held her breath, taking a hand and moving it across the water in an attempt to swim. The water shrieked. It was not a voice, but it a promise of one. Of several others, actually. The world went dark quickly, and she emerged from the water, swimming back to shore. What the hell was that? Am I the only one that heard that? Shaking her head, she went back to her cabin and changed.

It was the promise of a new day that excited her most. After packing her bags ready for school, she took off outside. She stormed forward, her feet digging into the soft ground time after time as she searched for acquaintances. (Who were they?) She heard the other people's mindless chatter and soft alughter , she could hear their breath begin to shallow, and she could feel the entire energy of the camp grow more powerful. It was as if the place fed off of their happiness.

Coming in to a leafy place, she zig-zagged along the trees, keeping her pace at a steady jog. All at once, and it seemed like a flash, she was lying on the ground. She had bumped in to something- no, someone! She didn't recognize the face- maybe it was an Otto- Orpheus? Something with an 'O'.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry" She gushed. "Are you alright?"





{today's outfit}: (x) {today's song}:(x) {today's mood}: boredom




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Character Portrait: Luca Peverell Character Portrait: Orpheus Dwight Dunstan

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Orpheus stumbled back a bit, the books he held in his arms spilling out, papers falling all over the floor. “What the hell?” Orpheus said, turning around rapidly, consolidating the darkness around him, only to find the thing he had bumped into lying on the ground. Rather, probably, the more appropriate phrase was the figure that Orpheus had been ‘crashed into by’. A quick glance at the girl on the ground revealed a rather fashionable get-up- not that Orpheus knew much about modern fashion anyways- and platinum blonde hair. The girl was Luca Peverell, daughter of Poseidon."Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Orpheus didn't reply immediately, glaring at the girl just as the bright sun now glared down at them all. Uninteresting. Orpheus thought, a contemptuous look on his face. It is most unlikely that a daughter of Poseidon would be of much value. He snorted derisively, as if a funny thought had passed his mind before returning his attention to Luca, an unfriendly look on his face.

“Do the children of Poseidon not have eyes that work?” His voice was filled with annoyance- and good riddance, Orpheus was! His body tingled and hurt from where the girl had ‘bumped’ into Orpheus, and bile filled his throat, discomfort rising from the fact that he had just touched someone else. Sweat budded on his palms, as intrusive thoughts entered his minds- the looks and sneers of imaginary figures filling his already dark mind. By God- why did this have to happen on the first day? Orpheus thought, shaking his head as he started to bend down, picking up the pieces of paper that now fluttered on the floor. This must be some sort of bad omen. A long sigh escaped Orpheus’s mouth as he shuffled through the paper in his hands, each covered with weird Greek incantations and diagrams of sorts, messy notes etched over every surface of each sheet of paper. Good. Nothing lost. He picked up the large book he had borrowed from the library, juggling it under his left arm as he picked up his notebook, opened it, and placed the whole handful of messy papers in it.

Turning once more to look at the Poseidon daughter, Orpheus gave a proud glare. “I’ll trust you to be a bit more careful from now on, Luca Peverell. Good day.” Without a second look, Orpheus walked off as quickly as possible once more towards the dorms and his room, thoughts of his lunch and now a shower filling his head. That is, until he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. What is a minion of my father doing here… The figure turned around twice as if looking for the direction it wanted to go, before heading off into one of the more empty buildings.

Wavering for a second, Orpheus shrugged and walked off, following the dark soul with pure interest in his heart, lunch now erased and forgotten from his mind. He walked past Luca Peverell once more, muttering under his breath incoherently and his eyes vacant.

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

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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.