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Joel 'JJ' Joseph

"The most dangerous person is someone who has nothing to lose."

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a character in “The Olympian Academy”, as played by Stark Contrast

Description

Joel "JJ" Joseph

"The most dangerous person is someone who has nothing to lose."


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Full Name:
Joel "JJ" Joseph
Nicknames:
JJ or JoJo is fine with him.
Some people tend to call him the 'Young Dos Equis"

Age:
18
Godly Parent:
Hermes
Birthdate:
June 11
Home Town:
Los Angeles, California
Sexuality:
Bisexual

Likes:
Chocolates
Parties
Gambling
Talking
Drinking
Flirting
Novels
Knowledge
Knifes
Money
Luxury
Stealing
Free Jumping
Fencing


Dislikes:
Arrogance
Violence
Excess
Guns
Dependency
Old People
Rules
Being Nervous
Possessive People


Fears:
Being Fat
Truth
Betrayal
Drugs (he's seen too many people lose themselves to it)
Gangs
Jail


Personality:
Born with type of energy that tends to bounce off the walls and reflects on those around him, it is hard to imagine why anyone wouldn't find Joel attractive in a physical, social, or even intellectual sense, Joel has always had a strong control over crowds and moods. He has the uncanny ability to lure people with his smile and vibrant charm, often using wit and intellect as a guide to entice, but approach with caution, Joel is little more than a kitchen fire. His intimate relationships are short lived if not non-existent due to the very fact that he harbors an intense fear of anyone stripping away the layers of lies his life is built upon. Beneath all of this charm, and general jovial spirit is a teenager who can hardly relate to most people, and is entirely wrapped in a blanket of his delusions and lies. He is a great motivator but when it comes to his own life much of it is pessimistic.

To date, his best and worst quality is his versatility, he is constantly ravenous for new information and abilities many of his talents are attributed to his interest in study; time not spent learning something new no matter how impractical it may be, is time wasted for Joel. In many ways, he finds joy in the littlest of things, contributing to his positive attitude. A very odd quirk about the boy is his fear of sex, and sensual activities which hasn't been addressed much, even though he is openly flirtatious with both men and women, leading to many rumors about him. A darker side exists to Joel, he is able to pilfer and extract whatever beneficiary information he needs, a life living in the streets of LA has made him 'street smart', and has enhanced his ability to untangle himself out of dangerous situations. In his past, he has betrayed others in order to advance himself, leading to periods of self reflection and depression. Probably the only people who can decipher the mess that is Joel is his half brother and sisters, most of whom are much like him.


History:
"My Mom was always interested in the bad boys as soon as she was 14, she was already heavily involved with several gangs, The Chulos, Surranos, MS13; you name it, she dated someone from that gang. Many of her boyfriends came from the poorer South LA, and being a rich girl who lived up in Northern LA, none of them could touch her no matter what she did. That wasn't the case until she met my father, who was much more savvy and cunning than the other gang members she bagged; its no wonder how he lulled her and took her off the streets. My mom describes it like this, "He just wanted me because I played hard to get, and I had all these dangerous men around me." which is pretty accurate. I mean he played her so well, she hadn't even enough time to pick her panties off the floor after they were done. It wasn't long that she found out that she was pregnant, problem was, she didn't know who the father was which didn't fly at all with my abuelos. As soon as I was born they stripped my mother of her trust fund, sending her out into the streets of Southern LA, while they kept me, hoping they could raise me better than they did their own daughter.

That wasn't exactly the case, as much as I love my abelos, I couldn't bring myself to become what they wanted me to be. They sent me to some of the most prestigious academies they could find around Los Angeles sending me away with some of the richest kids around the district, I fit in with little effort and I even became one of the Niños populares, who I would soon find out were just as involved in drug and gang activity as those in the streets of South LA. I was unknowingly inducted into this group, doing some of the dirty work around the neighborhoods (mind you wealthy neighborhoods), extorting and stealing money was my job, seeing as I had 'tener la mano larga' (Sticky fingers) as mentioned by my abeula when I used to steal cookies without her knowing at a young age. We were a small gang with very loose connections to the gangs of South LA, although wealthy North LA practically belonged to us by way of procuring enough funds to supply our rich kid gangs. Eventually, I became something of a Vice President for this little organization, and even though we worked behind the scenes and were seen as nothing but delinquents, the power and fear we amassed were apparently not enough, we wanted people to mention the name of our gang and feel immediately threatened. At this point, I must have been at least 16 or so, I honestly had no serious intention of making it a criminal organization, but I soon found that I had no choice to oblige to the people who had introduced me to the life. Not only that, I was the backbone for the entire gang, without my betrayals, my stealing, my cunning, the gang would be nothing but a name.

I quickly found myself slipping as the gang turned to murder to achieve fame, I couldn't bring myself to ignore the countless arrests and shootings my morals shifted drastically, what I thought was nothing but a bit of roughhousing turned into a serious commitment. We were slowly turning the once peaceful Northern LA into a war zone like the South, It also didn't take long for our connections to realize that we weren't paying them their earned due, left and right I found classmates and members being assassinated like flies for this very reason. The tension mounted when my abelos' own mansion was set on fire, making my familia vulnerable to those looking for trouble. We were able to move into one of the smaller apartments along the coast, I asked for my resignation from the Academy wanting to eliminate my ties to those who continued to work under the guise of wealth. Unfortunately, nothing is easy, and of course I had to pay for what they considered my betrayal. It was just days before I was ready to leave when a riot broke out in North LA, and South La over territory issues, meaning the entire city was under siege for days by looting, murders, and arson. Me and my family narrowly avoided death, but it wasn't until I was able to get to the cause of the riot that I was implicated; the delicate threads I pulled together of the mass amounts of wealth I pilfered from North LA linked each of the gangs together, so when I stopped my thieving ways the Southern LA gangs looked to Northern LA and wanted answers. I had no idea the situation was so tense until they shot at us with no warning, of course like most gangbangers they were arrested as were the last of us who survived only being me and a minor member. At that point I had lost so much but had grown so little, my whole life was tailored to that of criminals behind innocent preppy suburban rich kids. It was pretty stupid of me I have to admit, and I missed much of my childhood, I never exactly enjoyed things like relationships, or close involvement with others or even my family. Leading to the man you see today.

Fortunately for me there was a chance, there was no actual evidence of me stealing anything or committing any crimes after the riots, I was acquitted of most of my charges, but the state required that I give something in return. So imagine my surprise when I found out that my caseworker would be my own mother, who had never even attempted to contact me for all those years. She moved on by getting her college degree by herself, and working with underage suspects in the courts, knowing the type of person I was, and how scared I was at the prospect of jail, she revealed my godly heritage to me, and suggested that I leave to go to Olympian Academy and well...in the end its not like I had a choice...

Nowadays my relationship with her and my family is pretty strained considering what I did, but I'm still required to send my mother a monthly report of my activities here, at least I feel safe, and I feel like for once...I can be myself and live a little."


Anything else?
Theme Song
~Typically when he speaks he'll use a bit of Spanglish in his sentences.
~Has a very light Hispanic accent
~Joel is very touchy about his past and if oft to lie about every detail to those he asks, it is the one thing he finds himself lying about most of the time.

So begins...

Joel 'JJ' Joseph's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Phoebe Ann Everton Character Portrait: Joel 'JJ' Joseph Character Portrait: Dresden Giancarlo Character Portrait: Charlie Shepherd Character Portrait: Ravielle Gullory
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The day belated into the soft, smoggy sunshine above the trees, the Academy had rounded past the dark hours, and one of it's students sat near her homeroom, lulling off into half sleep. For whatever reason, Ravielle always found herself awoken by even the faintest light from the morning. The horizon burned a light sapphire when she was awoken, complete with newly formed clouds, awaiting the wash of orange the sunlight would bring. It was those type of moments that made waking early worth it for her. Naturally, she sneaked around, it must have been at 5 or 6 am when she ventured out of the dorms, and into the nature surrounding the Academy, it was one of those few advantages it had over normal public schools, or at least the ones she attended. A cold chill crept up her spine as she jolted herself back up, there was no point in falling asleep now that she had actually managed to make it to class. Everyday was a step towards being a little less lazy, and a little less relaxed. Many would be surprised that she was actually willing to change herself, though the concept was hard to grasp. For the moment though, she definitely wasn't in the mood for any talk of change, she already chided herself enough. Surprised at the lack of students near Mr. Shepherd's classroom she curled herself into a ball, something about the hallways being mostly empty sent a shiver up her spine and not a particularly good one, people seemed to walk this way and that, groggy from a day they would have to spend locked up inside a classroom, she couldn't blame them for things that were completely out of their hands.

For a moment though she reflected on what she even did before coming down the hallway, by the way her hair was messily configured under her hat, the shorts she haphazardly threw on, the knitted worn shirt she wore,everything she had was put on with haste and little preparation, but at least they were comfortable. It was a good start to the morning, after all she had to stay on the positive side of things to enjoy what she did. With a small cough, she boosted herself up off the ground, now simply leaning next to the door with her books near her chest, and her head tipped over with her eyes close. For now, all she had to do was wait.



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The loud sound of slurping could be heard, while a juice box was suffocated past its limit. At this point it was pretty much emptied of its contents all thanks to Joel, yet he continued with that annoying slurping while walking towards Psychology, all of it quite typical of the Latino. He'd been wandering since 7:00am and was justly bored. No one to talk to, or rather no one who would want to talk to someone who lied all the time. He understood being ignored, but at least not to the degree that people actually had no desire to even acknowledge his presence, he didn't need the attention, but he did need the communication. He began to scratch his head in frustration, to add to things he would be in the same class with another much older sibling than him. Psychology wasn't so bad, but not when the person who taught it was related to you. Which complicated the relationship he had with her; one time he remembered having an argument with her which ended with him being punished. So most of the time he kept his mouth shut in class, and spoke only when told to. It was much better this way both for him and for her. He took one big slurp which brought up nothing from the carton as Dresden walked past him, looking as if he hadn't slept in days. Joel simply smirked at him, and put his back to the wall of the classroom, dusting of a bit of crumbs off shirt and then to the rest of his clothes. Mornings were never his thing.



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A very soft meticulous voice hummed beneath sheets, Dresden had something preoccupying his mind. The empty spot next to him was a victim of his frustrated stares, and his insomnia, to bide the time he had to hum songs to himself, hopeful to beguile himself to sleep. Too bad that only worked half the time. Especially with the faint sounds of doors opening, though there was one door he attuned his ears to hearing whenever it opened. Phoebe's door and then the sullen, almost heart pounding knocks she made on Charlie's door, it was at those times of the night when he thought about walking into the hallways to try to clear things up and console Phoebe, anything to wash away not only his feelings of regret but Phoebe's sadness as well. His stubbornness resisted this notion, and so, he stayed, caught in between the sheets of his bed, contemplating the day, trying to ignore the fact that Phoebe, his Phoebe was staying in another's man bed. It wasn't so much that it bothered him, knowing Phoebe to be a much more loving person and he just couldn't associate anything sexual with her, and Charlie being more of a loner, preoccupied with his own problems, but jealousy always had a way of seeping inside him, he just had to keep in mind the fact that they couldn't have possibly tried anything. During the week, Phoebe may or may not have noticed a sorry looking Dresden staring her way. He could see that her natural jovial spirit was deflated by his presence. Too bad he was too chicken shit scared to even approach her or make eye contact.

He had settled his problem, his past, but was unwilling to let Phoebe see his scars, and he wondered if that much was obvious now. The poor boy laid in his bed all night, drifting between dream and consciousness, his mind seemed intent on making tomorrow uneventful as the darkness that crept into his room was replaced by sunlight. His cerulean eyes scanned the ceiling in anxiety, he hardly felt like he slept, and he could forget about dreaming, not to mention that he hardly even had 15 minutes to make it to class. Without any hesitation, he sat up and walked towards the bathroom opposite his bed, he took the time to wash his face and brush, leaving himself enough time to dress in generally casual clothing. The Australian couldn't complain about the what he wore considering the constraint of time, to top it off he wouldn't have enough time to even sate the sudden grumbling from his stomach. He hurried himself only taking the time to grab his backpack, his guitar, and his Ipod before leaving his disheveled room. Walking towards the end of the dorm hallway he stopped near Charlie's door, gave a very faint look and walked off with little thought. He couldn't get caught up in his infatuation now, that would have to wait for the evening. A part of him hoped he wouldn't be caught in an awkward situation with Phoebe around, and another hoped he'd get over his inherent fear of having to face her again and just talk to her. He knew this untold rule of silence and neglect would be broken at some point, he just waited for when.

Taking quick strides towards Psychology, he walked past the usually ditsy Joel, a bit annoyed by his slurping and then calmed himself to withstand the noise until the teacher arrived.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Joel 'JJ' Joseph Character Portrait: Elizabeth Blaire Character Portrait: Dresden Giancarlo Character Portrait: Wesley Roberts
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Blaire has always been an early riser, the rare teenager who can honestly claim to being a morning person- something which matches her typically sunny personality. Besides, she likes to be indoors as little as possible, and the longer one sleeps the longer they are cooped up in a tight space, confined by plaster walls. That isn't to say that she couldn't simply burn down the walls, something that wouldn't take a large amount of energy on her part, because there are a few slightly flammable things lying around her bedroom, despite the lack of sense in that. Point of the matter is, Blaire wakes up at around five in the morning to go for her routine jog, changing into sweats and pulling wavy brown hair back into a ponytail before setting off towards the forest area which borders one side of the academy and is a favorite part of the campus for the girl. The sound of her sneaker-clad feet hitting against the leaves with each step is the only sound she needs, not plugged into any sort of ipod or other type of music player. There is something hypnotic in the crunch of leaves and branches beneath the feet, even if such sounds could easily alert some random enemy to one's presence. Not that such things need to be worried about in the school, where things should be fairly safe for the children of gods who attend it. The jog lasts for approximately an hour before the girl stops in front of her dorm room, tired and beaded with sweat from the exercise. After taking a shower, she changes into regular clothing, a pair of army pants and a slightly tight-fitting black shirt. Her shoes are tennis shoes, white converse with poorly drawn doodles all over them to be exact. An alarm clock goes off a few moments after she has finished brushing her hair, distinguishing that she should be ready to go by this point.

The young woman gets up so early, and yet never seems completely ready to go in the morning- she never quite times things right, it would seem, and ends up rushing to class, though typically punctual. Blaire quickly pours some piping hot water from her bathroom sink over a teabag in a small thermos before slinging a bag with the necessary books over her shoulder and heading out of the door to Mathematics, a class which she actually quite likes because it is so intertwined with engineering and creation. Math and science are two of her best subjects, while reading and writing are a somewhat less enjoyable experience for the daughter of Hephaestus. Blaire walks down to the school building, taking frequent drinks from her thermos with one hand and fiddling with a Rubik's Cube in the other. She already knows the algorithms for solving it, and thus can solve it as more of a calming thing. A smile lights up her expression as it always does, if only a slight one, because the girl dislikes to see people angry or frowning or something of that sort. She herself is a perpetually optimistic person. Blaire turns a corner and stops by the psychology classroom to say "Good Morning!" to Dresden and Joel. Joel is more of a half-friend, because she never quite knows where she stands with him, but Blaire does get along rather well with Dresden.



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An alarm clock blares loud and rather obnoxious music directly into the ear of a sleeping young man with blonde hair and a dislike for waking up early. He reaches out a fist and smashes it directly onto the button of the alarm clock, somehow not damaging the device in the process, and groans as he flips over onto his back and stares out the window at the sunlight which shines on a path where his head had previously been, as though trying to force him out of a lovely nap he had just been experiencing. The boy reluctantly pushes himself out of bed and stumbles over to take a shower, rinsing off and changing into jeans, a button-down shirt and a suit jacket before sitting down at his bed and taking a long drink of water in an attempt to hydrate himself to life, though of course this doesn't work because he isn't a Poseidon kid or any nonsense like that. Instead, the young man ends up falling onto the bed and immediately desiring once more to succumb to sleep. He isn't really the sort to resist such desires, likely due to genes inherited from both his father, a mortal, and mother, the goddess of love, beauty, and -you guessed it- desire. He is still for a few minutes before glancing over the clock, which gives him another ten minutes before he needs to sprint to class. That time period is just enough for him to justify indulging himself in sleep. Honestly, you'd think that the kid was a child of Hypnos or something, but it is more of the fact that he prefers to stay up late and sleep until noon. That's exactly what he does on weekends, if he can help it, and the occasional weekday as well, when he can get away with it, that is.

Five more minutes, he allows himself, pulling covers over his face and instantly being lulled back to sleep by the warmth that the blanket provides for him. Of course, one never sleeps for only 'five more minutes' when that is what they want to do. Instead, they close their eyes for mere seconds and wake up to find that it has been an hour since they last looked at the clock. Wesley does this very thing, falling into sleep and inevitably going to arrive half an hour late to class if some guardian angel doesn't miraculously come and wake him up, saving him from the wrath of Ms. Quintess. Well, not really, because she is a sucker for attractive people and has already proven to decide that Wesley is one of her favorites in Class 1- partially due to being the only child of Aphrodite in it. Well, primarily due to that.