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Myra Lestwood

"Games are my fame! God is my role..."

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

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Myra Lestwood


Games are my fame! God is my role...

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Full Name: Myra Lestwood

Nicknames: She likes to call herself the game maker, but nobody else has ever called her such a name.

Age: 18

Godly Parent: Hermes

Birthdate: April 13th

Home Town: UK

Sexuality: Somewhat unknown, she doesn’t seem to care. If it’s breathing it’s something she can flirt with.

Likes:
  • Games
  • Sugary food
  • Flirting
  • Mind games
  • Power
  • Alcohol
  • Other peoples anger.

Dislikes:
  • Loss of control
  • Losing
  • Her own pain
  • Seriousness
  • Feeling weak
  • Facts.
Fears:
  • Falling in love
  • Violent acts towards her
  • Others strength
  • Being alone
  • Being over crowded
  • Also she’s severely claustrophobic.

Personality: Basically. Myra's whole life is one big game of manic mayhem and games. She rarely regrets her actions and takes the bull by the horns in any situation, not seeming to care if she gets trampled to death by doing so. Her overly smug, arrogant and confident attitude proves to be tiring for most people and is normally only bearable for a short dosage at a time. Myra is rather well known in the Academy for often offering classmate’s advice or help, and seemingly is a very useful acquaintance to have around. She is always willing to drag others out of harmful situations, resolve them, and leave like merely a good willed but attitude filled human being. However, for almost every answer she gives, it always has an expensive price. Myra only does things that will work out in her favour or own amusement. She may be the stimulus of many battles, problems, and complications; she however will never physically get involved, her powers lacking the strength to defend herself.

Crafty and confident, she could be on the list of people to avoid in the academy, whether the rumours are taking into consideration or not depends on the person. However, taking on her father’s good trait of a messenger, she is one to ask to find out information about something or to deliver it. Myra’s outer appearance is quite attractive, her mocking personality is rather off putting but she can prove to be a smooth talker if the person seems worth flirting with. However, you should not expect true feelings to erupt from Myra; she will chew you up and spit you out without a second thought.
Falling in love is Myra’s worst fear, and possibly the one thing that will shatter her odd controlling personality.

History: Myra was a odd child, totally contrasting to her formal self in the present. She was quiet and kept to herself, rarely tending to interact with any of the other children and found little in life to be amusing. A minority of people found her adorably perfect; others just viewed her as the odd ball child who just did not have the right atmosphere to her. Most of her days were just spent doing what she was told to by any adults and simply being observant. The girl was incredibly disappointed with life until she discovered her ability to control magic; she became a lot more chatty and mischievous, often playing pranks on the other children in her primary school. Myra showed off with such power and eventually had to be pulled over by her mother and explained to what exactly she was.

Myra did not need telling twice, she knew who her father was and she realized how much she was starting to mould to his personality. She was sharp, cunning, and intelligent like Hermes but also seemed to take down her own path of selfishness and smugness. Like her Dad, she began to pick pocket for the sake of being great at it, often keeping items as trophies of her "cleverness."

Then...her mind games began when she reached The Academy. Many a student and teacher have fallen victim to having a role in one of her "Games" so much so that they had left. The reason she did everything, was merely because she was "bored"...and "loved everyone..."

Anything else? Mount Olympus~

So begins...

Myra Lestwood's Story

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Of course being the Daughter of Hermes it was expected for Myra to be a mischievous, tricky and crafty being, but her simple out line could never describe the full truth about her.

The raven haired youth awoke on a crowded bed, her eyelids hung low across her pupils causing her vision to remain a thin line of blurred light. Scattered across the sheets were pieces of a chess game, the black and white pieces tumbled onto the ground and she squirmed lightly in the bed, patting upon the carpet like raindrops. She often remained up late, playing with herself at this game of skill and wit almost always ending up in a stalemate. Was that so? Was she even undefeatable faced against her own "perfect mind?"

Myra tore the sheet from her, sending the board and the remaining pieces flying violently against the wall. The girl then stood up, merely wearing a pair of pajama bottoms to which she tore from her legs while heading towards the shower, leaving most clothes dropped randomly upon the ground. She was not a particularly tidy person, her excuse being she did not have time for such nonsense as placing objects away. Her mind needed to be clear for the days planning. She viewed life as something much more complex than what it was.

She jumped in the shower and remained there for a good long while. Myra had learnt that showers were a great place to think, and the sound of the water was just a lullaby that sent her mind into frantic clock work. Once she had completed her thinking and bathing, she jumped out, absently dried herself and threw on some clothes that she attempted to create a outfit with off the top of her head and somewhat succeeded.

Myra quickly moved on to her make up, which was simply plenty of dark eye make up giving herself this sharp and dangerous appearance that fitted her perfectly. With her fingertips she then lightly tousled her damp hair into a messy layered back waterfall and decided that any more effort would force more unneeded concentration from her mind. Grabbing her bag already stuffed with her things she headed out the door and towards the Acadamy, mind buzzing with excitement of what sweet game-play the day would bring.

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Myra arrived at the Acadamy, striding through the doors with confident swinging of her hips and her lips curled upwards in a cat like smirk that she regularly wore. The Hermes was looking forward to day greatly. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, taking into account of every being she saw as she slowed her pace and walked by the cafeteria.

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