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Orpheus Dwight Dunstan

"...say what you said again, now."

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

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"J-just stay away, please. Please, for the love of the gods!"


Introducing


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Full Name:
Orpheus Dwight Dunstan

Nickname:
Ophis//Dwight//Stan
“I really don’t mind what anyone calls me. I just hope that they are respectful, that’s it.”

Age:
17// High school senior

Birth Date:
December 21st

Home Town:
Boston, Massachusetts

Sexuality:
Bisexual// “Whatever flows, goes, I suppose.”



Being Demi-Gods


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Godly Parent:
Hades

Power:
• Darkness manipulation// If there are shadows or just ‘darkness’ around Orpheus, he is able to manipulate it so that the darkness is tangible. These crystal-like dark objects are sharp and hard to the touch, and have a glossy surface. The points are deadly sharp- but this is only one form that Orpheus has ever attempted at. The size of the crystals range from large boulder sized crystals all the way to particles and molecules in the air. Orpheus can then manipulate these crystals to fly through the air, almost like he is flinging a javelin. However, Orpheus himself knows that he hasn’t yet explored the full extent and capabilities of his power, as he has accidentally made barriers made of the dark crystal materialize before.
• Necromancy// Orpheus’s necromancy powers only developed after he was run over by a car. After a brief trip to the underworld, Orpheus came back to life only to notice a ghost standing at the edge of his bed. Screaming, he had sent the ghost away, demanding that he wanted to see his father. Instead, his father’s envoy had come back and asked if Orpheus needed any help. Try as he may, Orpheus can only summon one of the dead at the time from the underworld, and doing so tends to tire him quite a bit.
• Geokinesis// Orpheus has created cracks on the ground before when he stomped too hard. He has an inkling that this also has something to do with his being the child of Hades but the cracks don’t appear every time Orpheus stomps his foot. But then again, he was as weak as could be- he would never have the power to break gravel. This power still remains a bit of a mystery for Orpheus, as he has no idea how to control his geokinetic abilities at all.

Strengths:
• Detached// Orpheus tends to be able to detach himself from situations (except those including large amounts of people). Whenever under pressure or in a tight spot, Orpheus is constantly able to calmly assess the situation and find a way out or a solution for himself. This has helped him increase his control on his powers, which tend to get out of hand whenever he is in an emotional state. Some say that Orpheus’s detached state translates into almost all of his actions, but this is far from true.
• Calm// Through the zillion of things Orpheus has dabbled in, he has also dabbled in yoga and meditation. Within the last few years, especially, the young boy has been able to learn how to calm his raging emotions down, and on keeping a mental peace within his mind, especially when tackling hard questions. Constantly within his mind, Orpheus makes sure to remind himself: peace and calm... though this tends to go out the window the moment Orpheus steps into a crowd of people.
• Drawing// Exceedingly good at drawing, Orpheus is well versed in the ways of the brush, photoshop, and paints. Well, further explanation is given further down and is un-needed here.
• Violin and Flute// Orpheus is also great at playing the flute and the violin. He claims that the two are the most therapeutic instruments in his own opinion, which is the exact reason why he chose to learn the two instruments in depth. Orpheus almost constantly has a flute or violin on himself, and tends to just whip one or the other out of their cases from either on his back or in a bag to play whenever he feels uncomfortable. This happens a lot outside compared to when he is at home- actually, Orpheus rarely plays at home except occasionally, once or twice a week.
• Quick mental reflexes// this does not extend to his physical body (Orpheus is rather clumsy). However, when tackling a problem Orpheus is able to zip through the question as fast as possible, taking into account all the facets of the problem in his mind. In terms of situations, Orpheus is also able to assess the situation, though he tends to just charge through whatever is presented at him.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
• Anger issues// When angered, it’s almost as if Orpheus cannot stop. Rages, yelling, smashing things, all of these tend to happen whenever Orpheus is mad. He can get angry over the smallest of things, and pretty much no one can calm him down.
• Social anxiety// Orpheus hates people, is that hard to tell? Not only can he not calm down and reach inner peace. This sense of insecurity and lack of control tends to also translate into Orpheus’s powers, causing him to accidentally crystallize darkness once in a while. When surrounded by people and intentionally controlling his powers, he rarely can control them as well as when he is alone.
• Lack of stamina// Well, the perks of not going outside extend to the Internet and lack of people. The bad thing is the lack of muscle growth and attention. Orpheus can barely run, as he gets tired extremely easily- within a few minutes, actually. Orpheus tends to tire out extremely quickly with any sort of strenuous action, commonly leaving Orpheus heaving, sweating and panting on the ground. He’s never felt that this was much of a problem, though, as staying at home seems to be the better option in his mind.
• Weak// Orpheus virtually has almost no muscle build on his body at all. Everything on him is just skin, bone, flab and fat. Orpheus is even weaker than his mom and he has never won in any sort of physical tournament at all. Whenever he has to run in P.E. class, he always finishes a couple minutes after the rest of his class, same with swimming. He can barely lift the groceries for his mother, and can barely do three push ups.
• Ruthlessness// Just like his father, Orpheus rarely ever considers the needs and cares of others. Rather, Orpheus is willing to go to any way to get what he wants himself, though at this point he really doesn’t know what he himself wants just yet.
• Greed// Just as how his father wants more souls, Orpheus wants to enhance his powers. He has read as extensively as possible on how to increase his powers, but has never furthered his abilities one bit. He craves power and the day he can stand by his father in the Underworld.



Sharing Our Desires


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Likes:
• Creating dark crystals// Deadly as they may be, Orpheus feels a sort of fascination towards the crystals he is able to create out of darkness. He even made jewelry out of his crystals with the thought that he might be able to grow rich off of the jewelry, but, well, that didn’t go anywhere.
• Solitude// Orpheus just likes the peace and quiet. He likes to go around alone and wishes that it stay that way. However, with his enrollment into the Demi-God School, well, it seemed as if it wasn’t going to.
• The Internet// Well, who could ever claim that they don’t like the World Wide Web? If Orpheus isn’t doing school work or finishing his college applications, he’ll be on Reddit browsing the front page, or probably reading Wikipedia out of boredom.
• Gaming// Games are a large part of Orpheus’s life. It’s almost as if he has to have his faced glued to a screen at all times, and his parents hate it. But the allure of final fantasy, legend of Zelda, Assassins Creed is too much for this particular Demi-God.
• Storms// Funny, really, that the son of Hades loves the storms that Poseidon and Zeus create. Orpheus loves to stand in downpours, especially when there’s thunder and lightning crashing in the background. Otherwise, he loves to just stare out his window as the rain falls, as he feels as if the rain gives him a sense of tranquility.
Rain//Small storms//Cozy places//His room//Games//Animals//His pet cat and dog//Chocolate//Cakes//His mother’s food//Browsing the interwebs//Staying at home//Being lazy//Reading//Drawing

Dislikes:
• Airplane rides// He’s never felt extremely safe up flying in the air while going on vacations with his mother and stepfather. The flights tend to be constantly turbulent.
• the Sea// Why is it that Orpheus almost feels constantly as if there is an undercurrent trying to drag him down into the deeper area of the beaches he goes into? After nearly drowning in seas five times (out of the first five times he went), Orpheus has pretty much decided to steer clear away from entering the Ocean ever since.
• Shopping// His mother loves to pull him to go shopping, from for groceries to clothes. No. Orpheus pretty much despises everything related to shopping, including going out of his house and being surrounded by large amounts of people.
• Outside// What is this? What is this outside people have been talking about in the subreddit r/outside? All jokes aside, Orpheus dislikes most outdoor activities and tends to stay indoors. Actually, he just tries to avoid going outside at all costs…unless it’s raining. Then that’s an almost completely different thing.
Outdoor activities//sun burns//the sea//airplanes//flying//airplane rides//cinemas//school (not the content, but the people)//peacocks//beef and steak//fish//anime//picnics//hiking//gyms//P.E. class//Heat//Sweating//Shooting and FPS games//People
Hobbies:
• Drawing// Orpheus loves to draw, and his book room is littered with thrown away pieces of paper, drawing pads, colors, etc. He tends to draw oil paints (which calls for the necessity of not drawing in his bedroom) and watercolors, and tends to use one major color. You guessed it. Black. His theme tends to surround the idea of dystopias, darkness, death and nightmares, constantly utilizing the darkest parts of his mind (and along with a bit of late night Imgur) to fuel his painting psyche.
• Browsing the web// On his bed, in his study room, in the living room, in the basement- wherever Orpheus goes, the boy needs and craves wifi connection so that he can browse the web. It’s not that he doesn’t have a life- well, actually, yeah. He doesn’t have much of a life.
• Reading// Orpheus loves reading, especially fictional and scifi books. Rarely does he ever roam into the lands of biographies and nonfictional books. Orpheus’s bad habit of reading books under
Fears:
• Aichmophobia// Orpheus tends to hate the sight of anything pointed. This goes all the way from needles to kitchen knives. He can’t help but just shy away from them while the thoughts of the pointed objects cutting into him rage through his mind. If he must, he can use knives, but he tends to ask his mother to help whenever he has to use knives. It’s not to the point that it stops Orpheus from being able to do stuff, but the sight of pointed objects tends to send tremors down Orpheus’s back. The larger the object, the more Orpheus acts as if he’s having a panic attack.
• Glossophobia// Orpheus hates to speak in public, especially thinking that others might be judging him based on what he says. Thus, he tends to not talk in areas when there are many people surrounding him and the person/people he’s talking to. Orpheus learned sign language to over come this barrier, but still has problems opening his mouth and conversing with others in public areas.
• Losing his internet// He once had a bad dream about this one, actually, and it did not end well. This was one of the main dreams that left Orpheus waking up, screaming his head off with his parents running into the room wondering what was wrong. Without his Internet, Orpheus cannot function. He does not wish to experience the outside, nor does he feel the need to put his computer away. This is not an addiction; Computers and the Internet is life.

Secrets: • Died once// Well, Hades made sure to get rid of the memories of both the driver and Orpheus’s mother, along with the rest of the hospital staff that took care of Orpheus. He himself doesn’t know why, but something must have happened to Orpheus while he was out cold and his soul in the Underworld. Now, only he and his father know that Orpheus almost died once in a car accident when he was relatively young. He does have a scar- a particularly ugly scar, too- as evidence that the car accident happened, but nothing else is left. He himself miraculously survived, so oh well.
• Huge hacker// well, fine. When Orpheus is staring at his computer it isn’t that he is just browsing the web, or [/i]just[/i] playing a game. Rather, the boy loves to infiltrate top-secret networks for international governments (especially the USs, because their firewalls are amongst the trickiest) and tends to just steal random information. Of course, this doesn’t mean that Orpheus knows a lot about ‘secret missions’ (he does), but rather that he has a large wealth of information on files on stuff that he’s interested in (top-secret, usually related to armies and the like). He’s never been caught before, and Orpheus plans to leave it as so.


In-Depth


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Personality: Eccentric||Impatient||Quirky||Shy||Moody||Awkward||Passionate
Orpheus is a weird one. First, there seems to be no real barrier between happiness and utter depression for the boy, as he tends to oscillate between the two at high frequencies. Between the two points, though, Orpheus tends to be on the depressed, melancholic and moody side of the spectrum. If Orpheus isn’t complaining about something, he is moaning about the failures that life presents to everyone- especially himself. At times, his whining (or so others like to call it) tends to get on other people’s nerves (a lot), thus leaving Orpheus almost friendless ever since he was young. His anger and moodiness is extremely easy to trigger, as Orpheus barely has any patience at all. One little thing could send him on a long rant, and the after-effects (the grudge) can last from weeks to even years.

As with his grudges, Orpheus is passionate with almost everything he likes and does. If he sets himself to a task, Orpheus tends to forget about everyone and everything that happens around him. This has allowed him to achieve great success, not just in terms of his hobbies but also in the tasks he sets himself to do (if they aren’t boring). However, his passion and zeal tends to be fleeting, as, if whatever he is doing doesn’t reach the goal he wants in a short period of time, Orpheus tends to just give up. Never has he returned to a question he was unable to solve, and rarely does he ever set himself to a task for very long. Finished equals done in Orpheus’s mind, and there is no need to go back again.

That said, it seems pretty obvious that Orpheus is not too good with other humans. Orpheus is extremely awkward around others, and rarely does he ever know how to articulate his thoughts properly into verbal sentences. Not just shy and awkward, Orpheus’s dislike for others has morphed into a sort of fear, and he tends to cover this up, but rarely is ever able to. The only people he doesn’t fear are his closest friends- who somehow managed to crack through Orpheus’s protective layers- and his mother. Other than that, Orpheus tends to try and run away, hide, or just stutters his way through whatever he has to say. Rather than trying to improve his social skills, Orpheus has shunned the possibility away and has dedicated himself to his own room and house. He has never felt more content in his whole life. When interacting with others, though he himself claims that he looks ‘shy’, what comes off most is a condescending vibe rather than shyness. In the mix, there is also a tad bit of awkwardness, but most people don’t like to interact with Orpheus due to his ‘I’m-better-than-you” aura.

Another note, when Orpheus is angry, he is very angry. His mother has remarked that when the boy is angry, he resembles his father. All social impediments are gone, the shy, awkward boy flung aside. If Orpheus is angry, he tends to stay in that state for quite a long time. Even his father was impressed with the amount of anger Orpheus has inside of him when he first met his son all grown-up. Also, when angry, Orpheus’s powers tend to get out of hand, which sometimes ticks him off even more.



The Past Defines Us


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History:

Orpheus was born to the union of Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, and Anna Dunstan. How they met, his mother never told him and he never pried. But after two years of dating between the two, Orpheus was conceived. However, his father left his mother and Orpheus the day the boy was born. While Anna was resting, Hades- at he time under the alias of John- had said that he would go and buy her something to eat. He never came back. Thus, Orpheus grew up under the care of his mother only and slightly resented his father, angry with the fact that he would throw Anna to aside just after childbirth. The two lived well, however, as Anna came from a relatively rich family. Though at first angry, Orpheus’s grandparents later relented and allowed the two to live in a rather large apartment in New York, rather than the shabby, tiny apartment Anna rented by herself.

Anna was extremely protective about her son afterwards. She had no idea that Orpheus was a demigod, but strange things kept on happening around the boy. Darkness just constantly seemed attracted to her toddler, and sometimes, she would catch him playing with some sort of black crystal. Freaked out and worried, Anna vowed to never show her son to the public, scared that he would be treated like a freak. Anna house-schooled him for his whole life, and barely took him out except for shopping for groceries and shopping for his clothes to wear. This thought was strengthened even further when she found out that her son had dyslexia and ADHD. Orpheus himself grew up a content boy with a rather warped personality. Intelligent and smart, Orpheus never felt under pressure from the material Anna taught him, and felt happy with his life inside their apartment. Though, when Orpheus was a child, he did crave the companionship of others around his age, this feeling slowly receded into nothingness by the time he reached 13.

When Orpheus was 15, he had fully fledged into the man he is today. Awkward, cold, explosive, and eccentric, Orpheus lived his life out in his two rooms and the bathroom, making sure that his contact with everyone-excluding his mother- was at a bare minimum. Even with his stepfather, whom his mother had met when Orpheus was 5, was excluded outside of Orpheus’s ‘elite circle’. However, that exact year when he was 15, Orpheus was run over by a car. When he hadn’t been paying attention, crossing the road after having a large row with his mom about going outside, a car had accidentally ran him over. The driver panicked, and- not seeing that his mother was there already- rolled over Orpheus a second time. This time, Orpheus lost consciousness.

When he woke up, what met him was a dark sight, indeed. A dirty, black river ran past him on the right as a line of people slowly shuffled forwards to a large, three headed dog. Thinking that he was dreaming, Orpheus had pinched himself, only to realize that the experience was all too true. Suddenly, a skeleton had appeared in front of him and guided him through the masses of people, the halls like mazes, and finally into a massive throne room. Along the way, the skeleton convinced Orpheus that he was, indeed, a son of Hades, and that there was no singular God, but rather a pantheon of gods and goddesses. Three witches had appeared beside them as well, cackling and saying that probable ill fortune was ahead of Orpheus. He could not believe it all. But before he could ask anymore questions, he was led through a garden filled with pomegranate trees- or so he thought- and to a large throne room. There, Hades sat and had informed Orpheus that he was actually his son and that he was proud of Orpheus.

“You are no father of mine.”
Already with a bit of capabilities over his powers, Orpheus solidified the mass of darkness around him and had shot it at the man who stood in front of him with out-stretched hands. The crystals didn’t even reach the man who called himself Hades. But that didn’t stop Orpheus, anyways. His rampage went on for as long as Orpheus could hold out, before he collapsed onto the floor tired and out-of-breath.
“You are my son, and you are lucky that I am letting you live after this episode.” His father had said to him after Orpheus had calmed down. A hologram appeared above Orpheus’s head, and Hades had pointed to it, stating that Orpheus was indeed his son. “There is all your evidence.” But it was obvious that Hades had already lost interest in Orpheus, or at least was pretending to. “It would be best if you are off, back in the human world. Hell is no place for living souls.” With that and a wave of Hades’ hands, Orpheus woke up in a hospital bed, sweating profusely as pain shot through his back and legs.

No one, however, cared for him. Save for one nurse that changed his bandages- who, by the way, didn’t look very human- Orpheus was left alone for the next 2 weeks. He was fed a weird liquid that made him feel extremely good and a piece of something else that he didn’t know either that also seemed to speed up his recovery. When he was let out of the hospital afterwards, finally, Orpheus felt better than ever. Returning home, he had grabbed his mother and hugged her, apologizing for his absence, only for his mother to say that Orpheus had just returned to his room after breakfast. However, the knowledge that Orpheus and his father weren’t exactly human had been left in Anna’s mind, as she started to call Orpheus’s father not John, but Hades. One night, apparently, Hades contact Anna through her dreams and had convinced her that Orpheus and he were no mere mortals, and that it wasn’t safe for Anna to keep Orpheus hidden with herself any longer.

“His powers have grown.”
Hades showed her the address of the Demi-God highschool and had told her that Orpheus belonged there with the other demi-gods. So Anna signed Orpheus up immediately, hoping that the boy would be able to finally find a place in which he could be safe and secure from both himself and other outside forces.

So begins...

Orpheus Dwight Dunstan's Story

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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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Orpheus had woken up early in the morning and had been stuck in the library since 7 in the morning, reading a book called Physics and the World’s Laws, written in Greek. It was interesting, of course- Orpheus had his nose buried into it- but Orpheus had missed breakfast and now he was starving. His stomach rumbled quietly, drawing Orpheus’s attention to the raw hunger that now wracked through his whole body. Oh. He thought, checking his watch before stretching quickly. He made sure to not survey the room- there were definitely other people there and Orpheus didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. Stuffing the book under his left arm and his notebook- by now, Orpheus was fully fluent in Greek, so he could read his own writing- he headed off and to the counter, checking the book out.

“You still have three books checked out. Please return them.” The librarian’s terse voice cut through the silence in the library, causing Orpheus to wince as he imagined the sudden shift of eyes from pages to himself. Nodding, Orpheus grabbed the thick book as quick as possible and rushed out of the library, breathing rapidly in the corridor as he tried to disperse a stuffy feeling that filled his chest. Gods. He started to walk away, a headache growing on the left side of his head. I will kill that woman. Orpheus quickly turned right as he heard voices ringing from the other side of the corridor and walked straight out into the courtyard. He could spot others, sitting in groups under a tree, chatting the minutes away.

Just as he started to survey the group, he saw another person- Oh. The Son of Demeter.- walk towards the group and sit down. Orpheus turned and started to walk a large curve, as far away from the group as possible as he walked towards the dorms. He’d rather not interact with them, and Orpheus’s mind was set on the pasta he had in his room. To Hell with social interactions! Orpheus thought, a dark look on his face as he started muttering to himself, his legs carrying him as fast as possible. He shuffled the books under the crook of his arm and glared at the buildings in front of him, a nauseous feeling rising in his throat as people started to crowd around him.

Oh, what I’d do to be away from here. Orpheus thought wistfully, glaring up at the sky, sighing heavily. But it was the start of the school year- and it was going to be a long one for Orpheus.

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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?"





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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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Time: 9.45am

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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Orpheus had lost sight of the ghost. It wasn’t the first time, and the Hades child knew that it wasn’t the last. They were extremely elusive- and his powers were rather under developed. Sighing, he shrugged slightly before turning back and walking towards the dorms once more- though he knew he was going to be late to class. He was far away from the High School buildings and the dorms as well, hidden in a shadowy, dark abandoned corridor in one of the older buildings within the Academy. Should not have followed that ghost. I knew I shouldn’t have. Grumbling slightly, Orpheus picked up his pace as he quickly dashed down a flight of squeaky old floorboards and through a corridor, dark due to the haphazardly bolted windows. Nothing scared Orpheus much though, not anymore. His position as a child of Hades gave him a sort of assurance that nothing ‘supernatural’ would happen to him, or so he hoped. What’s next class again? God, should have brought that schedule of mine. What was it…math? Math. I think it was math- I guess it was, at least. Taking a turn, he ran down another flight of run-down stairs, and then came to a stop in front of a short fence. Gasping for breath, Orpheus stopped for a while, leaning over as he placed his hands against his knees and breathed in and out.

“Horrible idea to run. Absolutely horrible. God the sun is bright today.” Orpheus squinted through the door right in front of the fence to the Sun that hung brightly in the air. He really did hate the outdoors- and if Orpheus could have, he would have stayed indoors for his whole life. Alas, life is never what one wants. Throwing his books gently onto the dusty floor on the other side of the fence, Orpheus placed his hands heavily on the bar and forcibly heaved himself over the short fence, grunting and panting as he finally was able to swing both of his legs down and onto the floor. “Never again.”[/b] Orpheus gave a resolute nod towards the staircase he had come down from then turned to pick up and dust off his books before turning around and jogging out of the building. The sun hit him full-force, causing Orpheus’s steps to falter as his hand shot up immediately to block the sun. This increased Orpheus’s already growing irritation as he slowly marched towards the dorms, his hair messy and his clothes dusty. Orpheus’s clothes also smelled of the mold that festered within the old building, and his hands were covered with dirt from the railings in the building he had accidentally touched. His adventure had left him filthy, and Orpheus’s mind was once again occupied with taking a bath.

That is, until he walked past the school buildings. The first bell rang loudly, peeling across from within the classrooms, to the hallways, to the grass fields around the building. Orpheus came to an abrupt stop, his eyes narrowing, before he started running as fast as possible back to the dorm. He quickly ran to his second floor room- panting and heaving- and shoved his keys in the keyhole before turning it quick and dashing into his room. “No, no, no, no-,” he muttered, running to the toilet and washing his hands, before dashing back and grabbing his already packed bag. “Why, why, why- no, where’s my- what in the- where-,” Orpheus whirled around, his eyes flicking left and right before he finally saw a clean jacket. Quickly pulling off the one he was wearing, Orpheus pulled the jacket on and put his backpack on before running out of his room, slamming his door- and forgetting to lock it- and out of the dormitory. His face was sweaty and grimy with dust, and his legs ached as Orpheus tried to run as fast as he could back to the school buildings- not that he was very fast. However, though Orpheus was slow, he arrived on time, just before the second bell.

Plopping himself down in one of the corner, vacant seats, Orpheus looked up at the arriving teacher before looking down again. He was tired; his legs ached and his back was sweaty. This really hasn’t been a very good start to a new year, has it? Looks were shot his way as others perceived the state Orpheus was in: dirty and sweaty. Ignoring the increased palpitation of his heart, Orpheus harshly grabbed his bag and pulled out his pencil case and his notebook and placed them on the table in front of him with shaky hands. He was saved when the teacher started introducing herself and the class, while also handing out the syllabus- written fully in ancient Greek- to all the demigods seated within the room. Miss. Francis hadn’t spoken for long before her attention was dragged away from her own lecture. “Miss Lee, are you paying attention?” Orpheus turned his head slightly to glance at the Aphrodite child who sat a ways away. Not another antic by one of those Aphrodite children… He shook his head slightly before turning back to stare at the open, blank notebook page on his desk. “No Miss. I was doing my nails.” A silent, derisive snort left Orpheus when he heard the words. What else could you expect out of an Aphrodite child? But Miss Francis didn’t seem to want to give up; she promptly pointed at a problem on the board and asked Ariel Lee to solve it on the board. “I don’t know Miss.” Strike two for the Aprhodite child!

Orpheus knew that Miss. Francis tended to have a bad temper- especially from taking her class last year. However, the mean-tempered woman suddenly smiled as a content look spread across her face. “Well then. That’s alright. We’ll move along.” His eyes narrowed as he watched the teacher’s back as the thought suddenly clicked in his mind. She had used her powers on the teacher. Not that it’s my problem, anyways. What, really, can one do about those children of Aphrodite? Nothing. They’re lost cases.

Right in front of Orpheus, in long since dried ink, was the answer to the question on the board written in horrible handwriting on his notebook.

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Eddie Greer had been enjoying a pleasant nap on the Training Field stands when the angry voice of the professor broke through his day dreams, "Greer!" Professor Solomon exclaimed as he leaned over him, his hands on his hips and eyes partially closed in a glare, "Why aren't you doing something useful? Even the Aphrodite girl is training her powers, and you're here snoozing."
Eddie followed Solomon's hand towards where Alana was just finishing her training. Returning his attention to Prof. Frank Solomon, Eddie gave him the best shrug he could give while still lying down, "What do you want me to do, coach?" Eddie asked, "I'm already an expert at changing liquids. Do you want me to practise making people insane? Who'd wanna volunteer for that?" The pair had had this argument before, in fact it seemed to repeat every week or so.
"Insanity is no joke, which is exactly why you need to control it." Professor Solomon persisted, "I'm sure we have something constructed that will allow you to practise your abilities without harming anyone. I hate to think what you could do if you lost control." The last part of Professor Solomon's little talk was more of a reflection than a comment aimed directly at Eddie. Even so, it hit a cord and Eddie's light, careless attitude suddenly became remarkably chillier. "Fine. Whatever." He said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. In a swift motion he stood up, almost knocking Professor Solomon off balance as he did. Without a backward glance Eddie turned and walked off the bleachers, leaving the professor to wonder if he had convinced Eddie to practise or simply angered him.

In fact Eddie was neither more inclined to practice, nor angry. The comment about him losing control had simply brought on a more serious Eddie, one that didn't come out very often. He hadn't told anybody about the one and only time he lost complete control of his power and accidentally made his neighbour insane. It isn't something that he likes to think about, much less share. Even the idea of training such a power has always frightened him. Who could say if he could even control it? Eddie glanced around the training arena, seeking anything to take his mind off the thought of insanity. He saw various people chatting, practising and so forth, but eventually his eyes lit upon Alana. Plastering a smile on his face he jogged up behind her and slung an arm around her shoulders.
"You were actually doing work, and on the first day." He teased, "What happened to wanting to do something 'naughty'?" He continued, removing his arm in order to make bunny ears with his fingers as he said 'naughty'.




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Amelia smiled and nodded at Cyrus' advice, making a mental note to look into his suggestions. It always paid to listen to ideas made by Athena's kids since they usually proved most helpful. In response to Amelia's question regarding the game of Capture the Flag, Cyrus frowned before replying. His answer was, as always, comprehensive, although she would have to correct him in his belief that Ariel possessed Charm speak. While the daughter of Aphrodite was very gifted in persuading people to follow her orders, this was thanks to a talent with manipulating people and knowing how to push and pull on emotions to get what she wanted.

Amelia also couldn't help but grin as Cryus admitted to not finding her pretty, nor Alana. Amelia glanced across at the blonde girl, who had just been approached by Eddie Greer. It would definitely be a bad idea to let either daughter of Aphrodite hear anyone questing their beauty. "That's a very brave stance to take." Amelia replied, smiling. Amelia had always thought it was more than just looks that made a person attractive or not, and while Ariel might have been pretty on the outside, inside she was as ugly as they come.

"Do you think they watch? I'm sure you've made your father proud. I'm sure he's visited you to tell you this. Sometimes, I think I have my mother's favour in "Capture the Flag", but then I realize I was just imagining it." Cyrus said a moment later, to which Amelia could only shake her head.
"The first and last time Zeus came to see me was when I was one." She admitted with a shrug, "I suppose they've got more important things to do than constantly watch us." She had always known that her father, as King of the Gods, had to set an example. If he was down here every other day visiting his children, than all the Gods and Goddesses would be. She liked to think that was the reason why he didn't visit. Sometimes a student would receive a sign from their godly parent, but more often than not the kids were left to their own devices.

The whoosh of a spear as it flew above Amelia and Cyrus' heads brought Amelia out of her thoughts. She glanced around and realised that chatting in the middle of the training grounds was probably not the best place. "Maybe we should move to the sidelines." Amelia said to Cyrus, she glanced towards the sidelines and quickly spotted a place free of flying weapons. Said spot was also directly beside Rick, so the move would also allow her to solve the mystery of what he had been doing watching her so intently. She also couldn't help but notice that Elinor Mansell was standing with Rick. She frowned slightly as she watched the pair. Elinor should have been in her own class, but Amelia had to remind herself that she wasn't the teacher. While she might disapprove of Elinor's actions, as long as it wasn't harming anyone else she could let it slide.
Amelia walked a few paces, then stopped and glanced back at Cyrus to see if he was joining her.




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Ariel would have gone to sleep at her desk if she hadn't been concious of the possibility of snoring in class. Maths was the furthest thing from interesting and right now the teacher was doing her best to make it even worse. Didn't the teacher know that it was the first day of school. You weren't meant to do any actual work. She glanced across at the various students in the class. The Hades' kid needed a shower and a change of clothes, beside him sat the blonde girl who Ariel was sure she hadn't seen before. Either because she was new, or else because Ariel hadn't bothered to learn who she was. A few other students caught her attention, but not long enough to distract her from the dull lesson.

With a sigh of exasperation Ariel picked up her bag and pulled the strap over her shoulder. As she pushed her chair back it made a loud screeching sound, drawing the attention of most of the class and the teacher too.
"Miss Lee?" She asked, frowning slightly as Ariel walked swiftly to the head of the room, "Can I help you with anything?"
"I was just wondering if I could go? I think I need to lie down for a while." Ariel lied sweetly, giving the teacher her best innocent smile. Her words were laced with concern, caring and contentment and aimed directly at Miss Francis. Miss Francis looked momentarily angry before a concerned smile appeared on her face. The teacher's hand grabbed Ariel's arm, clutching tightly, "Of course you can. Take as much time off as you need." Miss Francis said, her words almost shaking with emotion. Ariel watched as Miss Francis' face quickly changed from slightly concerned to bordering on manic. Tears welled up in Miss Francis' eyes and the thought crossed Ariel's mind that perhaps she had overdone it slightly this time. Miss Francis seemed to have gone from mildly caring, as Ariel had intended it, to caring too much.

"Get off." Ariel urged, somewhat rudely as she tried to shake Miss Francis' hand off. The situation had quickly gotten out of hand and Ariel was trying not to show any outward signs of worry for the sake of her reputation. Even so, she couldn't help but flinch slightly as Miss Francis' grip increased. In an attempt to make the teacher unhand her, Ariel pushed several more emotions onto her. It was a rather hasty job and might just as easily have backfired on Ariel. Luckily though, the emotions seemed to have worked and with a start Miss Francis let go of Ariel. The teacher took a step back, her hand flew to her mouth and the slightly manic expression was replaced with a sad one. Ariel stayed just long enough to see Miss Francis burst into tears (no doubt the effect of the sadness she had given her), before turning on her heel and quickly making her exit.

She stopped just down the corridor, far enough that she could ignore Miss Francis' echoing sobs. With a frown she pulled the sleeve of her shirt back so that she could see the slowly forming bruise left by Miss Francis' fingers. Ariel quietly cursed herself for losing control of the situation. It wasn't something she did often and she hated to think what the other students would think of her now.