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Skah Morning

"I don't hold any grudges, I just end them."

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


Skah Morning

"I don't hold any grudges, I just end them."


Full Name: Skah Ryan Morning
Nicknames: Sky, even he calls himself this around most people. Not so many people can actually say his name properly and he is content with Sky, partly trying to mock his father.
Age: 18
Godly Parent: Hades
Birthdate: 23 May
Home Town: New Salem, North Dakota
Sexuality: Straight

  • Darkness and shadows
  • Weapons
  • Sacrifice
  • Solitude
  • Cold
  • Cats
  • Dawn
  • Snakes

  • Destiny/Fate
  • Aphrodite
  • Unfaithfulness
  • Betrayal
  • Being watched
  • Crowds
  • Hades
  • Fear

  • Being trapped or restricted
  • Death

Ryan has always had little time for people he didn't know. Even as a child he kept to herself, spending more time alone then with the children who shunned him anyway. Instead of being broken by this he learned to become independent early on. As his mother's only child she had her undivided attention and she was the only one he cared for. Even without his ADHD he proved quite wild and individual. He had little concern for what anyone thought about him except his mother. As he grew and they spent less time together things became a little more difficult. He enjoys solitude and more so in the cold, when most people would look for company and warmth. With unusual routine he is more active in the evening, after the sun sets.

Despite his coldness he is very practical and resourceful, beneath his calm exterior his mind works with a dark cunning. In a way he is uncaring, not willing to share his knowledge and time with others, sometimes to the extent of cruelty. He is just not adverse to causing suffering, even to those he barely knows. Seeing another in pain, or even himself, fills him with mixed feelings. A thrill runs up his spine as he seems to drink it it. Typically this is the only time he is seen smiling, a rare and frightful sight. Yet always there is a piece of humanity gripping on, keeping him from reveling in death and destruction. Whether or not he is an evil person is debatable, cruel and careless yet at times she would go out of his way to do good.

He holds a smoldering dislike for gods and any that seem to support them without being aware of their true nature. He will never take a god's words or intentions at face value. He somewhat resents those who are parts of broken families, depending on who is actually guilty. This is of course the reason for his dislike for the gods, who break the families of their children. Aphrodite is the target a most of his hate seeing as she is the goddess of love and, as he has heard, enjoys twisting and destroying relationship. When it comes to his father, there is still hate. Hades abandoned him and his mother and even sired other children of roughly the same age, yet there is a small amount of respect for the god who has made little actions to counter that. Normally he doesn't mix well but he is also naturally distrusting, only a few have gained his affection, his mother being the only one who remains in his life. To actually get to know him personally is an icy precipice in the first place, one which most people avoid. Except for animals, he cares more for animals then he would for most people since they don't really have an understanding of trust or betrayal

Being a child of Hades typically has a negative affect on one's childhood. Very few children wanted to be be near him, certainly teachers and parents dissuaded it in the background. To many he oozed menace and seemed to be a bad luck charm. The fact he appeared native american in descent didn't help, indeed others viewed him as some sort of ancient curse. His mother was descended from the Sioux tribe, but the blood was diluted with each generation he had next to no connection with his heritage, other then his name which ironically translated to 'white'. Even without his aura he would have found it difficult to find friends in the small town. His ADHD and dyslexia causing no end to his difficulties. Eventually his nature got him expelled from school. His grades were atrocious, no one liked him and he got into fights should anyone push him too far, laughing as he beat his opponent down.

He began to mull as he grew. Becoming accustomed to the solitude and less responsive to the harassment he faced. He was far more mature then most his age. For a time he was happy because his mother was happy, her only displeasure was that he didn't have any friends. He didn't care, being with his mother was enough. Even that began to fade eventually, perhaps it was the pressure at work or just memories of happier times but they drifted apart. She began to look at him with sad eyes and tell him how much he looked like his father. Any questions about Skah's heritage stopped there though, all he knew was that his father had to leave for work and he would return to take them with him. If he had known about his father's nature at the time he would've been concerned, yet he just began to dislike this absent figure. The one who abandoned them but still managed to destroy the only relationship the boy had. In time his mother became more distracted, accident prone and simply lost. Skah gave up any hopes of continuing high school and got a full time job after she lost her own.

He eventually realized what was on his mother's mind all the time. She wanted to see his father again, so desperately that she was prepared to go the afterlife before her time. An overdose of sleeping pills almost killed her, instead she was comatose barely kept alive without life support machines. The doctors said that physically she was sound. Mentally she was broken and apparently didn't want to wake. Skah struggled to make a living for the next year, never giving up on her her. If he wasn't sullen enough already, things became much worse. Skah blamed his father for all of this. From his youth strange things had always happened around him, he never had anyone to share this with. Even his mother was kept in the dark, a small fear that should she know she would become a target. This didn't save her in the end, the monsters came for him and she was an immobile victim. If not for the sudden, uncontrolled release of his powers and the arrival of an 'ally' he would've died himself.

Still, he had managed to raze most of a apartment block and ultimately had no choice but to leave. He had unleashed a whole new world and this person held the answers. He was introduced to Olympus Academy, the existence of the greek gods and the nature of his father. Perhaps it was a bit late in his life at 17 and it takes him far longer than a year to adapt to the life.

Anything else: He has still not met Hades in person. His mother believed she could see ghosts. He wants a pet snake and cat.

So begins...

Skah Morning's Story

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Character Portrait: Skah Morning Character Portrait: Dixie "Kix" Wyatt
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Sky was already awake five minutes before the alarm clock entertained the room with its joyous tones. As was habit ever since he had a wake up call. Sitting on the edge of his bed, and slapping the off button as the luminescent numbers flashed. The room was dimmed by the curtains, ones the boy almost never opened. He liked the darkness and typically he spent only a little time inside the room. He used the bathroom more than the rest of the room. Unless you counted as storage and sleeping, which he didn't. A quick shower brought the time to just past half seven. Meaning he had time to spare, after checking his hair to ensure it wasn't disrupted by the night. His mother had liked it like that and so he persisted, not actually caring much for his appearance. That was also the reason why he stuck with black, his preference. He donned a pair of black jeans, not tight but certainly not loose. Not faded either, he didn't like it when his clothes were less then satisfactory condition. His shirt was rather formal, long sleeved and buttoned. That was about it, they were clean and undamaged. He didn't concern himself with how he looked. Of course black matched with black, he had few other styles.

After a uninspired, and dark breakfast. Sky was already wearing his morning scowl, which was the same as his evening and afternoon scowl. He was often frowning, even if he wasn't in a particularly dark mood. Today he wasn't really in a bad mood, in fact today was halfway decent. Although he remembered he had Mathematics today, already he didn't like it. The teacher didn't seem to care about the lesson whatsoever. He was glad that often enough she just left them to it and not be as personal as some of the others. Still, it didn't really count as teaching and Skah was glad that every lesson wasn't like this, even if they were no better. He left the room and trudged down the hallway to the class, ignoring most of the people around him. Another unfortunate thing, none of the people he actually cared to talk to was in this set. Ravielle, Dylan and maybe Christian. Those three were the only ones he would go out of his way to talk to. Of course if he wanted to, which sometimes he doesn't, he had to seek them out in the small breaks. Other times he just contented himself in enjoying the outside as much as he could. As he had grown up nature was just there but he couldn't really take any time to appreciate it.

He wandered calmly to the class room with time to spare, even though the class was going to start in only a few minutes. He would be there and waiting by the time it began, should the teacher even bother to be punctual. Even as he strolled casually towards the room he was passed by a girl who seemed far more eager to attend than him. He also caught her murmur,
"This is going to be a fun day.”
"You got that right." Sky sullenly agreed under his breath even as she passed beyond earshot. Catching the sarcasm in Dixie's tones.

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Character Portrait: Skah Morning Character Portrait: Dixie "Kix" Wyatt Character Portrait: Abel Francis Character Portrait: Jezebel Oak Judeka
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The needle fell to the floor with a soft clatter as Abel's head rolled back. The soft grey of the morning spilled through the window as he gently embraced euphoria in this all-too-familiar habit. He closed his eyes, listening to his heart beat, reminding him for some reason of the sound of church bells. This grace could not be competed with, he thought.

Well, aside from Lilly, of course. She was angels incarnated, her very breath a symphony so elegant the Gods themselves could not describe it. He had lost her to this drug, to this perfect rush of everything and nothing all at once. It could not fill the space in his heart she had torn out when she departed, but it could make him fell home for just a moment...

He had barely slept at all last night, haunted by visions of Lilly's gentle face, watching her fade away before him, lost like a shade to the Underworld. He'd down more coffee in the past twenty-four hours then he had in the entire week preceding this one and it probably still would not be enough to combat with the drowsiness that would accompany this morning's fix.

Warmth raced through him, butterflies danced in his stomach... It was as if he were falling in love all over again. He lifted his mp3 player from the table and plugged it into his ears, Joy Division wailing mournfully as the rush subsided and his body became his own again.

He was already dressed and ready to go, a tight brown leather coat accompanied his black pants, white collared shirt and shined black shoes. Verging any lower than this is respectability was an ultimate sin in his eyes. Of course, his hair had grown slightly greasy and this must be attended to post haste.

Fortunately for him, Psychology was the first class of the day, one of which he needed to pay little attention in. The ways of the human mind, how to persuade it, probe it, heal it, destroy it... This was his forte. There was little they could teach him that he didn't already know.

He needed more coffee. His body was heavy and his eyes desired nothing more than to fall back into sleep. He moved to the cafeteria, almost zombie-like but with a lot more ego and helped himself to coffee. Strong, black coffee. He couldn't possibly stomach food, the drug was making him feel slightly nauseous and he rarely had an appetite anyway.

He sat down, sipping at the strong brew before him and gazing around at the others occupying the cafeteria with analytical eyes that pried. His head fell lower and lower towards the table, struggling not to disappear into the land of the dreamers. Perking his head up, he drained the hot drink in but moments, scalding his lips and tongue in the process.


The warm water cascaded off of Jezebel's form as she showered, singing 'Lovesong' by The Cure to herself softly. She was more than awake, she was excited. Other than animals, there wasn't a thing she adored more than learning. Truly. Besides, there were so many interesting characters at The Academy and she was desperate to converse with them all. Well, bar a couple who just didn't really seem all that friendly.

When she had finished showering, she dressed herself in a green t-shirt, a long, semi-transparent white skirt and black, low-heeled ankle boots. She draped her brown, knitted scarf around her neck then proceeded to apply mascara to her lashes. She brushed out her golden hair and braided a small chunk, weaving a raven's feather within and places a white beanie on her head. Feeling satisfied with her appearance, she began the journey towards class.

She was always the punctual type. Getting up in the morning was never a worry for her, she wasn't a huge fan of sleeping anyway. It seemed like a waste of time to her. Why sleep when she could be learning, right? Mathematics was first on the agenda today, and she was absolutely pumped for that. Sarcasm. Of all the things she could be learning about, it just had to be stupid mathematics, didn't it? The single most boring, most frustrating topic on the planet. Anything would be more entertaining than this. Never the less, learning was learning and she supposed the dreaded maths was actually pretty significant in it's own way, being the universal language and all that, and she supposed that sacred geometry stuff was kind of cool but still... numbers, man. Numbers frustrated her.

It was still surreal to her, being here. She, Jezebel Oak Judeka, was the daughter of a Goddess. No matter how many times she said it to herself, no matter how long she spent at The Academy, she still found it difficult to believe. She was in constant speculation and believed she may wake up from this bizarre but fantastic dream at any moment.

She put it to rest, because it just wasn't going to make sense to her any time soon and busied herself instead with ideas of who she might annoy today. Abel, perhaps... Or Wesley, maybe. The idea of extracting knowledge from these guys made her giggle with anticipation.

But first, maths. She groaned inwardly as she arrived at the class room, frowning childishly with her head down. She perked up a little when she saw she wasn't the only one here. Company was good, yes. "Good morning!" she squealed joyfully, professing her usual exuberant and overly-friendly demeanor at the people she hadn't really been acquainted with. "Are you guys any good at this maths stuff? I think it's a terrible way to start the morning, personally".

Jezebel wasn't the type to stay focused on any one thing, so almost instantly after she had spoken she began playing with her hair while she pondered a Hell in which numbers ruled over words, mathematical Gods forcing their ideals upon all present, codes and equations lining the walls with no escape least you can figure a way to divide by zero... She shuddered at the thought.