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Lewis Hartley

"Bound to someone? Me? I don't think so."

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a character in “Victims of the Bond”, as played by Duct Tape

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Full Name: Lewis Jamison Hartley Nickname: Lew or Hart Gender: Male Age: 23 Sexuality: Heterosexual God: Aphrodite



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Powers:
Silver Tongued: He can manipulate almost anyone of weak will to do as he says.

High Tolerance: When it comes to anything that would mess with his head, you better have a truck load. He has an unnaturally high tolerance level when it comes to most things.

Hyper Observant: He can spot the most subtle of things with just a glance.

Weaknesses:
Commitment Issues: He makes sure to never grow too close to anyone if it meant anything more than being friends.

Pride : His pride is usually his downfall. He'd rather risk his life than look like a coward.

Likes:
Booze | Movies | His Motorcycle and Car | Waffles | His bearded dragon Roger

Dislikes:
Children | Lasting Relationships | Handouts | Backing Down | Evasiveness

Fears:
Commitment | Being seen as a Coward | Clowns

Personality:
Lewis is a closed off person with no drive to make a lasting relationship be that friendship or romantic relationship beyond a one night stand or an occasional favor. Although he can easily sway people he chooses not to, unless he really needs something. He finds that if he relies too much on his power to get what he wants than he's weak.
He’s extremely reckless with no limit to what things will have an affect on him. He hardly feels any pain and anything that has the potential of influencing him goes unnoticed, although he does try. Frequently.




History:
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Lewis grew up in a small town in Maine in a small house in a quiet neighborhood. His father ran a hardware store in town while his mother ran he books. When he was thirteen he thought he found love in one of the popular girls at his school, he was convinced that she was the one for him and when he asked her out it was nothing but heartbreak. To make things worse she all but laughed in his face. He ran to the one spot that he found comfort in, a bench overlooking the beach, and sat there for the entire day. When out of the blue a woman came and sat beside him. He didn't look at her but she started to talk to him, listening everything that had just happened to him and then she took his hand and for the first time he looked up and seen her. She was beautiful. All she asked was if he wanted to get what he wanted and never have to feel that way again. So he accepted. Little did he know that it meant he literally wouldn't feel anything including emotion.
For the rest of childhood Lewis never had to try for anything. A glint of an eye was all it took and people would bend over backwards to give it to him. He was a troublemaker throughout middle school, always getting people to fight over petty things when he was bored. Although being bored made him try new things. He worked his brain and trained himself to detect even the smallest of things while training his body just for fun. It wasn't until his first party that he found that alcohol had no affect on him.
His powers were amusing at first but by the time he got to high school he started to see the consequences of his actions. He truly had done nothing without using even a small portion of his powers. It was then that he made a vow to only use his powers for small, unimportant things that could really do no harm. That all changed when his mother died. There was nothing but sadness, his father stopped getting out of bed and his brother was never around. By this point he was working a part time job and a grocery store and had saved up quite a bit of money. Everything was becoming depressing to be around and so he did the only thing that seemed logical, he left. He had already finished high school and the only thing he would miss was graduation but it wasn’t like he cared. He may play an ignorant jock but he is most certainly not stupid.
After leaving town he picked up random jobs here and there finally getting a steady job as a bartender at a local watering hole. It was an easy job and made the most of his nights and when you never think of anyone as a friend, it makes your days go by quicker. He always thought about using his powers to get everything he had but it went against his beliefs. He liked working hard and finds fulfillment in making sure everything he got was because he earned it fair and square.




Family:
Quinton Hartley - Father - Estranged
Melissa Hartley - Mother - Deceased
Cory Hartley - Brother - Estranged

So begins...

Lewis Hartley's Story

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Lewis Hartley

Lewis rolled to his back slowly opening his eyes to an almost pitch black apartment. He threw his leg over the side of his bed, reached out and pulled the blinds open immediately filling the room with sunlight. He lived in a decent looking studio apartment in an otherwise abandoned looking building, just one of its many charms which also include the fact that the entrance to his place is in an alleyway that looks like the perfect place to get stabbed in the kidney. Nonetheless it was quite homey for him. He hated having to much room to do nothing with and with this he had just enough room for himself and Roger.

”Mornin’ Roge.” he groaned getting up from a dreamless sleep. With a long stretch he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower, there was no plans for the day but he didn’t feel like spending another day indoors making it a total of three days of no communication to the outside world and yet another uneventful evening. So if he was going anywhere it wasn’t about to be in three day old stink. Once he finished he pulled on some jeans, a gray flannel shirt and his favorite pair of worn black sneakers. Grabbing a chocolate pop tart from the fridge along with a mix of Roger’s food that was already prepared he stepped back into the main room and over to Roger’s terrarium. ”What’s up buddy.” he smirked putting some of the greens into his food bowl and also grabbing some of the neighboring crickets.

With Roger settled Lewis made his way to the door, grabbing his sweater as he stepped into the elevator. Pulling the cage down and clicking the only other button he ever used he started to descend. He patted his pockets finding a box of Marlboro with only one cigarette left. Liting it he crumpled the box and let it fall to the corner of the elevator. There was no reason for him to smoke except that he found the taste of them intriguing and it was a benefit that, like most things of its nature, had no affect on him. He could smoke a hundred in a day and do a triathlon as he lit the hundredth and one.

Shutting his eyes he leaned back for only a second before that familiar voice rang in his ears. “Hello dear.” her sultry voice wrapping around his head.

”Aphrodite.” He smiled, biting the tip of cigarette. ”To what do I owe the pleasure?” With the sound of light shuffling he could tell she was moving closer, only being confirmed by her fingers tightly pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. Irritably opening his eyes he made note of her shockingly emerald eyes and long flowing hair while wearing a tight black dress with bright red lipstick with shoes to match. "On the prowl?"

“The ceremony is tonight.” She went on completely ignoring his jest.

”Ceremony?”

“Yes. The Bonding Ceremony.”

”Right. The Ceremony. Great.” He had completely forgot about it, but why would he want to remember? He was less than thrilled that he would have to participate in this, it was completely out of his element.

“Please darling, don’t act stupid.”

”Fine. Where is it?”

“Here.” Holding out her hand was a small piece of paper. “It’s all there. No later than seven my dear.” With that the elevator gave off a small ding which drew Lewis’s attention for only a split second and when he looked back to where she had been standing she was gone.

He threw the gate to the elevator up and made his way down the hall making sure to tightly lock up the door when he was outside. With a quick right he hopped onto his motorcycle, 1980 Honda CB750, with a few improvements, that he acquired when he left home. Unraveling the piece of paper he read in delicate handwriting: 22ND AND MAIN STREET. Pocketing the note he was off and managed to get there a little before seven. A coffee shop? he asked himself getting off his bike and placing his helmet on his handlebars. Once inside he was directed to everyone else. There was already several people that had showed up and without seeing a real reason to have any introductions he sat in a seat to the wall waiting for this whole show to start.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Kat Jones


Kat perked up as the door opened, Anthony in the entry-way.

”Yea! On ....time?” She giggled at him. Artemis probably told him to get here early. If anyone knew of his lazy nature it would have to be Artemis.

“I was a little early as per usual,” She explained as she returned his hug. He was warm and cuddly, kinda like a big animal. You know... because he kinda was one. Whatever. Kat shook the strange thought process out of her head.

"And now, how are you? It's been a week, I think....or...two naps? What measurement of time are we going by?" Anthony rambled on in his normal energetic speech pattern. Kat snickered at him, shaking her head lightly.

“What time are YOU going by is the better question,” she countered. “It has been a while. I've had a rough week of homework and playing too much Diablo III, you know. The usual.” She felt out of place. She was just a silly little gamer girl, all glamed up because her god was about to bind her to someone for eternity. How much stranger could her life get?

“What do you think of the dress?” Kat asked as she twirled. The door opened again, interrupting their conversation. A nice looking man walked through the door, glancing at her and Anthony. His long brown hair was wavy, hitting the base of his neck. He looked...collected. She watched as he ingnored them and went to sit on his own. Kat, being who she was did not attempt to approach him.

'He must be another Chosen,' the thought. He looked kinda familiar although she couldn't decide from where.

“Are you nervous? I am....like...severely,” She tried to return to her conversation with Anthony, but the reality of it all was setting in now. She felt a tightness in her chest. The door opened again to reveal a rather intimidating fellow. Tall and beefy, he looked like he had just walked out of a fight. Another Chosen?

The door almost immediately opened again. She knew this person. His perfect blonde hair, and muscly build. She had heard more than a few girls swoon over him. What was his name again? Jake...or...Dave...something with a C?

"Sup mofos? I'm Chris. The pleasure's all yours." Chris. Kat snorted as he entered the room. She turned to Anthony,

“Can you believe this guy?” she whispered. He was so cocky. It was charming, she supposed. She couldn't even fathom what it took to have that kind of oozing confidence.

Next a rather dark looking girl came in and ordered something at the bar. What was it with all these Chosen? Did none of them want to socialize? She wasn't, but she has social anxiety so she had a pretty valid excuse. Kinda.

The last to enter was a very attractive male. He had an aura around him, like he could make people do what he wanted with a bat of his very long attractive eyelashes. Kat sighed. Even for a Chosen she seemed very lackluster compared to the others.

“excuse me, miss?” One of the servers tapped her on the shoulder.

“Uhh...hello,” Kat said hesitantly.

“We were supposed to hand these out, but I have my hands full in the back, do you mind?” The server didn't wait for Kat to respond and handed her a basket. Kat really didn't feel like handing anything out. She looked down and groaned.

Name tags, the gods had sent them name tags. How more cliché did they have to make this? Was it supposed to be some sort of Godling mixer? She noticed they didn't actually have their names on them, but their gods. Kat took the one with Dionysus's name and clipped it to her gown.

“Here you go, enjoy” Kat said sarcastically as she gave Anthony the Artemis tag. She went to each person in the order they had come in.

She approached the brunette sitting by himself. He seemed nice enough. She took a deep breath.

“Hello,” She said awkwardly. “I suppose I am supposed to hand these out...or something?” it came out more as a question than a statement.

“I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus. And you are?” She asked, flipping through the tags. When he answered she handed him the appropriate tag. She flashed what she hopped was a charming smile and then moved on to the brute who had entered second.

She followed the same motion, making rounds, handing everyone the corresponding tags and introducing herself. She felt like having a panic attack when it was done.

She sat back down next to Anthony.

“We are still missing five. Apollo, Hephaestus, Poseidon, Hermes, and Hera.” hopefully they would arrive soon. Poor Kat couldn't take much more of this very gloomy party.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Andrew watched as others began entering the coffee shop. First entered a man, quite massive. Standing close to seven feet tall, he was broad, extremely muscled. Scars crisscrossed his body, testaments to various "battles" he had been in. By no means was he a child. In fact, he appeared to be older than anyone else here, including him. Though, appearances did not always match reality. Over the scars lay a plethora of tattoos. If he was correct, some of theses indicated membership to one of the city gangs. Certainly something to remember. Chosen of Ares, perhaps? Nothing else would match the man.

Another guy strode in- Chris he said- with a red shirt, blond hair, and dream-catcher necklace swinging around his neck. An interesting choice of attire for someone like him. Especially considering his introduction. He was either quite cocky or attempting to hide some sort of insecurity. Most likely the former, considering the way he sat at the table, feet nonchalantly placed on the top. Now which god had chosen him?

Following Chris was a girl dressed in what would be considered goth or emo attire: all-black makeup, black t-shirt with a stylized cross design, black pants with a skeletal hand-print, and white shoes. Quite an eccentric choice for a meeting such as this. Maybe she normally dressed like that. Or maybe she was attempting to make a statement, though what it could be he could not guess. Scare away her Bonded, maybe? And it may have been stereotypical, but Andrew assumed she was the Chosen of Hades from the attire provided.

Another man stepped in, seemingly older just as the first person to come in after him had been. Now this was certainly an enigma. Standing fairly tall, the man was well-built, though not towering as the first person. Other than that, he was nondescript enough, wearing a simple shirt and jeans. Now who could he be? Something to figure out for later, perhaps.

A server walked up to the girl who had been here before him, handing her a basket of some sorts. Perplexed, he realized that it was simply a receptacle for name tags. It seemed she was the Chosen of Dionysus. And her companion was the Chosen of Artemis. A unique match up. As she approached him, he smiled softly. She was quite shy, much like him.

“Hello. I suppose I am supposed to hand these out...or something? I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus. And you are?” she asked.

"Andrew. Andrew Harolds. Chosen of Athena. A pleasure to meet you. Forgive me for not greeting you earlier, but I didn't want to disturb your conversation with your friend. An interesting day, isn't it? Well, good luck. I think we'll will need it," he replied, accepting the name tag and bowing slightly in return. Sitting back down, he waited as she handed out the rest of the name tags. They were still missing five people, it seemed.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Anthony snickered as Kat laughed at his silliness; he always enjoyed making her laugh, making anyone laugh, really, and he took what he could get while joking around. As she returned his hug he smiled; even better! A laugh and a hug! If he kept this up, he might get another hug, or maybe even a peck on the cheek! Nah, he wouldn't go for that.... too lazy to try.

"Oh, me? I'm going by the standard Nap time I developed before we met." Anthony joked around, chuckling again. The people he lived with in the apartment hardly knew he existed, so he didn't have to pay for anything but his own food, which wasn't hard to do, because he managed to scrounge a living some how. He probably had Artemis to thank for it, but....unless the Goddess asked for a thank you, he wasn't planning on giving one.

As Kat twirled, asking him of her dress, he let out an appreciative, playful whistle. "Very nice." he said, his tone sincere. "A pity you don't wear it all that often though; it looks good on you." He commented. Anthony opened his mouth again to speak, but as the other Chosen started walking in, he stared at them calmly.

At Kat's next question, he nodded. "Yea...I'm nervous. I mean, after all, what if I get paired up with someone who doesn't let me be lazy? What fun would that be?" He chuckled, his humor hiding how nervous he actually was. Soon the door opened and as it did a spark of flame went off around his nose, and he had a small look of disgust on his face. The door opened again and Chris so....politely introduced himself, and Anthony scoffed again.

"Arrogance, pure, unadulterated arrogance, and rage." He whispered back to Kat, explaining what he smelt off of those two chosen. Now that he remembered, he never did truly explain his powers to Kat; was either asleep or too busy having a fun time with her to care. He knew of her powers, but....his own powers were a bit of a mystery, as far as he knew, to her.

"Oh, thanks!" Anthony said in an equally joking and sarcastic tone as Kat handed him the Artemis name-tag, and he yet again chuckled before returning to being rather even-tempered and quite still, as if he were a big cat stalking it's prey. Or, in this case, waiting for someone to even try and hurt Kat; he knew the reputation of Ares' Chosen, and he did not like it at all. He didn't like the look of him, he didn't like the smell of him, he just flat out didn't like him.

Aphrodite's Chosen was...different. And Zeus's Chosen was.....ugh. He reeked of the idiocy and confidence that a lot of pretty-boys had. The Mary-Sue of the group, if you will, is what Anthony thought of Zeus's Chosen, and no body likes a Mary Sue except the Mary Sue them-self.

Anthony stretched out with a loud yawn, his inhuman set of canine teeth-top and bottom-exposing themselves again; they were at least an inch and a half long on top, and an inch long on bottom, and looked sharp enough to cut through bone like butter. Surely Kat was used to seeing them; she has known Anthony for little over two years now. At the back of his mind, the Chosen of Artemis wondered how the other Chosen would react to seeing his teeth, if they were in visual range to see them, that is.

Not to mention his feline-yellow eyes that looked as though they could stare into your soul and judge you upon it....but those were a little harder to see in the moderate light of the coffee shop.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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JAMIE SOUTHSIDE


An interesting lot to be sure O God of War but these people really are not my type. Jamie thought with a resigned air as he watched the others file in to where the Gods they had willing indebted themselves had gathered them. A less inauspicious place the scarred and tattoed biker could not think of.

Their fate would forever be changed after this night. Yet the Gods did not see fit to make their last night of freedom something to remember. If the chosen of Ares had not long practice in weathering the storm he might have been angered by such things. Ares had given him nothing more then the will and strength to fight the winds of fate however and promised a price would be paid.

Give me some credit skreb. Ya think these losers are your bonded. All will be revealed in good time.

Go fuck yourself Ares was all Jamie retorted with as he fished a quarter out of his pocket and amused himself for a moment by flipping it through his fingers. Scanning the rest of those indebted to the Gods the vice president of the Southside Demons decided that they were all insane , himself included. After all who choses to be bonded for all time at the age of five.

Those whose lives are otherwise destined to be miserable and wasted. Look at yourself, ya would have been destroyed by that orphanage. Instead I gave you a warrior's fate, don't tell me ya haven't enjoyed the perks.

Not denying it but you promised the freedom never to be beholden to any but myself. To lead a life free as only a warrior can be.

And who says ya will be bound hand and foot to your bonded.

" The other Gods I suppose.." Jamie replied verbally, his voice a harsh sounding thing, a drawn sword that promised nothing good. His rapport with the God he had sworn the oath was interrupted by one of the women of earlier, something about her seemed off. Then he realised she was like a bird in borrowed finery. In her hands was a basket with name tags.

"You're shitting me name tags..." The leather clad biker muttered as he dug through the things looking for his own name." Bloody fucking hell.." This muttered as he lifted the tag written not with his name bur that of Ares.

Feeling like the biggest bloody fool in history he pinned the thing to his chest. His patron revealed for all to see. The haters and supporters could judge him for the dogma he followed. And some here seemed to be doing just that.

" Well this is a right cock up ain't it my fellow chosen. " Jamie spoke to no one in particular.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Lennon


Lennon watched the red-head pass out the name-tags, rolling her eyes at all the hokie stops the gods were pulling. She felt like she was at an AA meeting. What was next, them standing in a circle and introducing themselves? If that happened, she leaving. Hades' threat be damned.

She looked around at the other Chosen that had arrived, and made instant judgments on them. Which may be wrong, but come one, who doesn't do it? Most of them were either shy or anti-social as they came in and didn't say anything. Of course, neither did she, but that's because of her somewhat snobbish tendencies.

One of the guys had long long hair and a beard, and reminded her of Jesus. She wondered if he was a hippie, because she thought he looked like one. But as long as he didn't try to talk to her about peace and love or try to sell her pot, she was OK with him. Well, she might not mind the pot. She had spending money, after all.

Then there was the tall guy covered in scars and tattoos. He looked like a gang member, and she wondered if he ever dated her cousin. He was J.J.'s type one-hundred percent. Although dated was generous term, she didn't think it was nice to call her cousin just a piece of ass.

There was a blonde guy that Lennon did not like at all. He seemed really arrogant and self-centered. She wondered if he secretly hoped he was his own Bonded. Then he would be devoted to himself, do things for himself, and be in love with himself. Although, now that she thought about, that didn't seem so bad.

There was one guy in a plaid shirt who looked pretty laid back. He was the only one Lennon had seen so far that she could maybe tolerate being Bonded to since he looked like he would probably leave her alone. She could only hope.

The last guy looked like he was about to fall asleep right where he sat. Lennon envied that. She had spent many a night trying to fall asleep, but her mind is constantly in motion, so most of the time her motor is running on no sleep. She thought his yellow, feline eyes were creepy, and made a mental note to never look him in the eyes.

The only other that had arrived as of yet was the red-head passing out name-tags. The girls was so tall she found herself self-conscious. Next to her, she looked like a little kid. Lennon also noticed that she seemed really nervous. That made sense, but she was the only one actually showing it. At least that's honest.

Said girl approached her. It looked like she was next for a name-tag. Fabulous. “I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus. And you are?”

”Hades,” she responded, and took the name-tag. She didn't pin it on herself, though, just held on to it. ”So, this isn't awkward at all, is it?” she said, gesturing around the room.

She noticed that several people hadn't arrived yet. If their gods were anything like Hades and they didn't show up, she figured that they must be braver than she.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds

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Chris' eyes studied the other chosen. He could tell that they weren't impressed by his entrance, not that he cared, he doesn't have anything to prove to them. And if they don't like him, then screw 'em. He watched as a red headed girl started going around and passing out name tags. "Come on Zeusy, what did we just talk about. Showmanship man! Showmanship!" he muttered to himself. He let out a pretty big yawn, things were starting to a bit boring.

The ginger then came over to him. She introduced herself as Kat, the chosen of Dionysus. Before he replied to her he took a second to think of which one was Dionysus. "Well I'm Christopher Flynn, I go by Chris. But you can call me anytime Kitten." Chris said with a sly grin. He rummaged through the name tags until he found Zeus'. "Yep, I'm the almighty himself first draft pick." He said with a smile. "But your guy, Dionysus sounds like a blast. God of parties right? Zeusy not that much fun, with his Gandalf hair style. You'd figure a guy that's been depicted as such a man-whore would be some fun. But it makes ya wonder how much of the myths are true huh?"

Chris then looked over at her companion, Artemis' chosen, with his cat like eyes, and big teeth. Seriously, why does a guy need that big of teeth. "So, your buds with Sabretooth over there? Is he not hunting Wolverine anymore or something?" He asked with a bit of a chuckle. He then took his feet off the table, and leaned forward in his chair.

"So, did Dionysus give you any deeds on what's going to happen? Zeusy never tells me anything." Chris asked, that's probably his most serious sentence he's said all day. "He's a dick like that." Chris smirked.

"Sorry if I come off a little.......strong. I'm just a little excited. I can't wait to get this over with." He said with a reassuring smile. "I've waited a long time for this. I'm glad to finally......." Chris started to say that he was glad to finally pay the debt he owed Zeus for getting him out of his situation, but he stopped, and he got visibly uncomfortable. "Meet all the fine goddesses such as yourself." He gave her a wink, hoping she didn't notice his hesitation.

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Lewis Hartley

Lewis sat back in his chair, arms lazy resting on the table gently tapping with his fingers, eyes bouncing from person to person. He found his hyper observation an annoying trick but a useful trait, he couldn’t help but turn it on, finding key facts. The redhead passing out the badges; shy, probably the nicest one here so far. Her friend sitting over at their table who couldn’t stop yawning was obviously extremely lazy, or he could just not have slept but Lewis was rarely wrong about these things. With a tight squint Lewis noticed the man’s teeth, large canines and fangs. Perhaps they were caps?

Next to Lewis was another man unusually calm but maybe that was simply in his nature. Then there was the man covered in tattoos and scars. A fighter if the scars on his knuckles had anything to say about him and from the tattoos; a member of the Southside Demons.

He couldn’t get much from the girl at the bar except for the cold that seemed to ooze out of her. He doubted it was actually her feeling but more so something associated with an entirely different thing. Then the blonde, the complete opposite of the girl at the bar. A loudmouth and from the way he kept going on and on, finally stopping at the start of something personal showed he was impulsive. Lewis gave a smirk at the thought of those two being paired up but then they do say opposites attract.

"I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus. And you are?” Lewis almost didn’t hear the girl introduce herself as she approached him with the basket. Name tags? Looking into the basket he seen that it was not his name but the names of the gods. Really? He pushed through the few remaining name tags and pulled out Aphrodite’s, pinning it to his left. ”Lewis. Aphrodite’s chosen.” he finally answered leaning back into his chair.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie

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The German Shepherd sat on his haunches, tongue lolling out and eyes bright, his ears were pricked as though waiting for something which in this case he was. He whined and to anyone who did not know the dog it sounded like he was in pain. The young woman sitting nearby, head bent over her sketchpad, ignored him concentrating instead on the pad in front of her. The dog whined again and after another minute she sighed and put the sketchpad aside.

"Fine you win Jake." She said with a sigh and a small smile

Jake, the German Shepherd, bounded to his feet and began wagging his tail furiously and all but bouncing on the spot. She picked up the rather worn and damaged looking tennis ball beside her and threw it as far as she could. Jake was off like a shot chasing after the ball which she had intentionally thrown pretty far. She grinned as she watched her dog pursue his prize with single minded determination. She stretched her arms above her head working out the kinks in her shoulders from sitting hunched over for so long, she had been sketching most of the day but had been so absorbed in it that she hadn't realised how late it had gotten.

That's very good Meredith

Meredith jumped in shock and was sure that her heart had actually stopped for a minute, once she had recovered she sighed loudly and turned to glare at the large wolf that now stood behind her.

"Will you stop doing that Apollo!"

But you make it so much fun Meredith.Even though Meredith heard the voice in her head she swore the wolf in front of her would laugh if it could. Why Apollo persisted in appearing as an animal to her when he didn't have to appear at all still confused Meredith, but then he was a god and she guessed he needed something other than scaring her to keep him amused.

"What do you want Apollo? And it better not be another dig about my wardrobe!"

Apollo was known as one of the most handsome gods and Meredith had learned that he liked to dress well and expected the same of his chosen. But he had not yet managed to get her to dress how he wanted but that still did not stop him from trying on an annoyingly regular basis. She happened to like the way she dressed and wasn't about to change for anyone but there was also a part of her that enjoyed thwarting the god.
Actually it is not, I have come to tell you it is time. The ceremony is tonight. You need to be leaving for this address as soon as possible. Do not let me down Meredith.

Before she could protest the wolf had vanished and Jake was running back towards her with the ball. "Bloody hell apollo, you can't just drop something like that on me and then leave!"
Unsurprisingly there was no reply and she cursed loudly before grabbing her stuff and Jake's lead and heading back to the small apartment she shared with her brother. Thankfully he wasn't in and so she was able to change and leave again wiithout having to explain anything. Her brother knew of her deal with Apollo but wasn't particularly happy about it and she didn't really want to have to argue with him.

A short time later she stood outside a coffee shop feeling distinctly underwhelmed at the choice of venue for what was supposedly an incredibly important ceremony. She hesitated outside trying to convince herself that it actually wouldn't be that bad, that things would somehow magically turn out perfectly and she wouldn't end up bonded with someone who hated her. She wondered if she could get away with walking away and not actually going inside but she pushed that thought away, Apollo might appear gentle and kind but he did not like to be disobeyed. She had learned that lesson a long time ago.

With a final sigh she ensured her clothes were ok and straightened her long red t shirt over her black skinny jeans and pulled her leather jacket closer together before pushing open the door. She was clearly one of the last to arrive as there was a few people already sitting in there and all looked awkward and uncomfortable about being there. A red haired girl was handing out what appeared to be...name tags.

"Hey there." She said. "so this is the lets get bonded, whether we want to or not, party. I see I haven't missed much."

She plucked her name tag out of the ones remaining as the red head passed and with a grimace pinned it to her jacket.
"So yeah, I'm Apollo's chosen or whatever you'd prefer to call it."

She looked around for somewhere to sit and decided on a seat on the other side of the table to where a guy with lots of scars sat. He was huge and looked pretty pissed at being there.

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As she handed the first his name tag, he answered her.

“Andrew. Andrew Harolds. Chosen of Athena. A pleasure to meet you. Forgive me for not greeting you earlier, but I didn't want to disturb your conversation with your friend. An interesting day, isn't it? Well, good luck. I think we'll will need it," Her nervous nature kept her from responding so she just smiled in return. He seemed friendly enough, very nice and well mannered. It eased her nervousness. She moved next to the brutish looking guy, she winced at his less than gentle demeanor, but gave him a small smile despite it.

As she approached the muscly blonde she felt a tightness in her chest. He was one of those 'cool kids.' Someone who would berate her for spending her time playing Mario Kart for hours on end. He seemed nice enough, if a little abrasive but it didn't ease the anxiety creeping up within her.

“Hi!” She said a little too enthusiastically. “I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus.”

”Well I'm Christopher Flynn, I go by Chris. But you can call me anytime Kitten." he responded. Kat tried not to look too horrified at being flirted with and instead slowly turned a color that matched her hair.

“Uhh.....” She stammered as he flipped through the basket. Zeus. He picked Zeus. Of course he did. He seemed to watch where her eyes fell.

"Yep, I'm the almighty himself first draft pick." He said with a smile. "But your guy, Dionysus sounds like a blast. God of parties right? Zeusy not that much fun, with his Gandalf hair style. You'd figure a guy that's been depicted as such a man-whore would be some fun. But it makes ya wonder how much of the myths are true huh?" She didn't have the heart to tell Chris that Dionysus didn't pick her for her party-hard lifestyle, but instead of her unstable mental state. He glanced over at Anthony.

"So, your buds with Sabretooth over there? Is he not hunting Wolverine anymore or something?" Kat snorted at the glorious marvel reference but then looked a little concerned. She didn't like it when people picked on Anthony for his animistic appearance.

“Well he's not a member of the X-Men I assure you,” She answered.

"So, did Dionysus give you any deeds on what's going to happen? Zeusy never tells me anything. He's a dick like that." His smile was nice and warm and Kat ended up smiling too.

“No, unfortunately I think they like keeping us in the dark.” She answered. “I'm sure we will all know soon enough.” She went to walk away, when Chris continued to talk.

"Sorry if I come off a little.......strong. I'm just a little excited. I can't wait to get this over with. I've waited a long time for this. I'm glad to finally......meet all the fine goddesses such as yourself." Kat felt the emotions in him swirl, she wasn't trying to read him but he was very expressive. Even someone who wasn't an empath could tell he was on the verge of saying something way more serious. He tried to cover it all with a wink. A very handsome wink. Kat wasn't used to being flirted with. She wasn't used to being winked at. She turned bright red again.

“Well...uh...thank you? I think we are all ready for this to be over.” She then hurried off before the beautiful blonde man could make go any further up the red color scale.

The next girl didn't actually tell her what her name was. Only introduced herself as Hades. It must be really hard to have him as your god. She wondered what kind of terrifying powers came with that. What did she get in exchange for this bond?

“So, this isn't awkward at all, is it?” The girl asked.

“Yeah it is,” Kat sighed, glad someone shared her view on the situation. The girl didn't seem the like the talkative type so Kat didn't linger long.

“Hopefully it will all be over soon,” Kat answered as she left.

She tried to keep her cool as she walked up to the last man. What was it with all these stupidly attractive people here? She felt like garbage compared to them. Especially this guy. She was suddenly very grateful that Dionysus had dressed her. At least her dress was pretty.

'You are being an idiot.' She chided herself, took a deep breath and approached him.

“I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus.”

”Lewis. Aphrodite’s chosen.” He answered shortly, taking his tag.

“It's nice to meet you,” She answered. She kept her encounter brief with him and hurried to sit down next to Anthony. She was counting the name tags when another girl walked through the door.

She was dressed in red and black, her dark hair falling loosely about her. She seemed pleasant and warm and just as uncomfortable as the rest of them.

"Hey there." She said. "so this is the lets get bonded, whether we want to or not, party. I see I haven't missed much."

“Yeah,” Kat answered. "We are still waiting on a few people. I'm Kat, Chosen of Dionysus.”

"So yeah, I'm Apollo's chosen or whatever you'd prefer to call it." the dark haired girl replied as she took her name tag. She then took a seat next to Ares' Chosen.

'Brave girl,' Kat muttered.

“The dining room is ready for you guys,” The receptionist called to Kat.

“Excuse me?”

“The dining room? Is ready for you?” The girl seemed weirded out that Kat didn't know about it. Kat followed the girl into a double doored room. As the doors opened a large table with 12 seats sat before her. It was covered in all sorts of foods. There was a basket in the center of the table. Filled with red ribbons.

Red Ribbons. That was a Chinese legend though, not Greek. Kat sighed. This whole day had been one stressful event. She took the closest seat.

“Go ahead and eat,” The receptionist offered. “I'll lead the stragglers in with their name tags as they arrive.”

Kat nodded, but didn't rush for a plate. Her stomach was suddenly in knots.

“I guess this gives us a chance to get to know each other?” Kat said aloud to no one in particular. She knew better, most of the people here were pretty standoffish.

“The ribbons, it's a legend you know.” She started rambling, nervous. “It is said in Chinese lore that when you are born an, invisible red thread attaches you to your soul mate.” Kat suddenly felt stupid but couldn't quit talking.

“Uh.. but how can a ribbon be invisible and red at the same time? It doesn't make sense,” She laughed very awkwardly and then grabbed some of the fruit from one of the plates to give her mouth something to do other than humiliate herself.

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This was perhaps the most trying experience of Jamie's life. Sitting in the middle of a coffee shop waiting for the love of his life to show up as it were wasn't exactly his idea of a thrilling time.

I mean would've killed it you to spring for maybe a strip club or some place they serve booze at least. The Vice President of the Southside Demons MC thought with an annoyed sigh that his brothers in arms could tell you boded ill.

Don't blame me skerb I wanted dancing girls and rivers of intoxications. They others voted me down bunch of fucking prudes I tell ya..in Hades case the zombie is just cheap.

By Hades balls I'd have paid for a decent party myself if money was the issue.

And I would've paid for a damn party myself if the other useless gods and goddesses would've agreed.

Deciding that line of thought would profit him nothing Jamie abandoned it and ordered himself a triple expresso knowing it might be a long night. Slowly sipping it he watched the other chosen go about their social interactions. Normally one for being in the thick of such things the Berserker wanted nothing to due with this group. Because in and amongst them was the one with whom he would be bonded. A concept the scarred and tattooed fighter also wanted nothing do with.

He loved the freedom of his current life. Jamie loved the open road as he rode beside his fellow Southside Demons. A bond mate seemed the complete opposite of the freedom of a steel horse and a loaded gun. But a promise was a promise even when made under the duress of orphanage life.

Lost in thought it was no wonder he almost missed the subtle difference of a woman sitting across from him. Almost that was. He turned his head briefly to look at her and decided he didn't mind some eye candy. Though she was tiny compared to him, then again so was everyone really.

" Name's Jamie, chosen of Ares in case the sign wasn't enough. " Jamie spoke up to his fellow chosen sitting across from him. His left hand indicating the ridiculous name tag pinned to his leather jacket. The crest embroidered on the leather vest atop the jacket wriggled as he stretched his shoulders. " I'd offer to buy ya drink but the Gods must think us kids who don't drink. They only serve coffee here, how about a latte instead? "

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Chris couldn't help but find Kat's awkwardness a little charming. It's kind of adorable. He watched as another chosen entered a little bit late, she was Apollo's if he read the name tag right. She was pretty hot. He saw that the dining room was open, and evidently they were going to be continuing the ceremony in there. Well at least it's a change of scenery, even if it's merely a room. Chris leaped up out of his chair and followed shortly behind Kat. 'Well, this is at least somewhat better Zeusy.' He thought to himself as he looked the room over.

He noticed the red ribbons in the bowl in the middle of the room. "Weird." He commented about them. He listened as Kat talked about the legend in Chinese myths about these ribbons. "Maybe the ribbons are suppose to represent blood? Like a blood bond." He chimed in. "You know, like what kids do when they cut their hands and mix their blood together. It was pretty common back in the day in Southeastern Europe. Such as Greece. I think the Greeks called it Adelphopoiesis. It's the same principle as the Chinese ribbon thing, but more of a choice." He explained. "Although I think they did it when Christianity rolled in. So I might be reading too deep into it."

Chris was surely an odd fellow indeed. One minute he's this overconfident loud mouth, the next he's this nerdy kind of guy, and then he's an almost insightful guy, and back again. He's a puzzle to be sure. "Or they could just want to be all fancy like. It's something to wonder at least." He sat down at the table next to Kat's, and started digging into his food like a rabid animal. Again he's a puzzle. "Mmmm, not half bad." He inaudibly said with a mouth full of food.

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Anthony blinked as he heard Chris and Kat talking about him, er, at least, Chris, talking about him as if he were from Marvel. For now, he just smiled; that was a new one, one he'd let slide for a little while before it got old and annoying. He merely yawned again, his teeth yet again showing before standing up as Kat returned to him.

"Well then, after you." He said to Kat, gesturing as if he were a gentlemen; bowing slightly and gesturing with his hands towards the doors that were opened. Of course, he didn't really let her pass him, and walked beside her, not exactly enjoying the fact that Zeus's chosen was right behind them, or the fact that he was hitting on her, but....it's Zeus....what else is there to explain?

Anthony's eyes widened as he saw all the food. "I see steak." he commented, sitting next to Kat but making sure he had some steak on his plate. Eagerly he cut it up and practically shoveled it into his mouth, proving that his canines were not for show, but were his legitimate teeth. The teeth cut through the meat with ease and allowed Anthony to shovel more meat into his face than normal people would even try doing.

However he was very clean in doing so, making sure that not one drop of succulent juice from the meat, or whatever else he piled onto his plate, never left his mouth or the plate unless he wanted it to. He was also quite quiet while eating, but then, he was usually quiet; being lazy had it's perks. You could move quietly, you could breath quietly, and most importantly: you could listen to everything around you.

This meant that Anthony was usually always aware of who or what was around him before most people did, and gave him what he counted as an edge over the other Chosen here. He looked at the Chosen of Apollo as she entered and nodded in greeting; his Goddess being Artemis, and Artemis and Apollo being siblings, he felt a some-what sisterly feeling towards Apollo's Chosen even though they had never met in person.

"So, Kat....what'cha think of this food? Good am I right?" He asked to help break the silence, his feline eyes glancing over everyone in the room once or twice more so he could get a good look at everyone before those yellow orbs fell upon Kat, a soft playfulness to them that Kat could most likely easily pick up on, thus probably cheering her up-or help break the awkwardness of the situation, whatever worked for Kat.

For such an assuming guy, he held himself with a type of confidence that said "Don't try anything stupid; I'm not what I seem." without the need for him to say it himself or have to stare at people with those predatory feline eyes of his. He also had an air of lazy playfulness to him that was typical of cats, not humans. Strange, he was a bit of a puzzle himself, but not as big a puzzle, it seems as Chris, who was like a nerd, geek, and jock all wrapped up in one.

"Of course, there could be more steak....there can always be more steak." Anthony laughed softly as he plopped another hunk of meat on his plate; this one being the third 12 oz. steak cooked to perfection. Before he took the first bite, he looked back to Kat. "You want some? Come on, you can't tell me you don't want some steak, this stuff is good and I feel bad hogging it all like this." he said, patting her back gently with his hand.

As for the other Chosen, every now and again Anthony would again glance over them, their name-tags, then back to them before looking away to move to the next one, or back to his plate.

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Lennon followed the other Chosen into the dining room. She walked through the double doors and saw a table for twelve covered in food with a basket of ribbons at the center. She sat down, leaving a chair between her and the cat-looking guy. ”Fancy,” she said, looking around the room.

The barista showed up with her coffee. ”Do you want you pie now, or with dessert?” he asked.

”Ummm....” she said, thinking. But before she could answer, her vision became blurry and the room started to spin. She knew what this meant.

The dining room around her was replaced with the outside of the coffee shop. It was dark outside, as dark as it could be in New York City, and the smell of smog and different kinds of food filled her nose. The gentle breeze of the nighttime air made her shiver. The barista came out of the shop in uniform but wearing a sweater. He checked his watch, then stood on the sidewalk, watching the traffic. He looked left, then right and saw an opening. His eyes on a white car to the right of him, he started crossing the street. When he got about halfway across, a bus to the left of him hit him at full speed.

”Miss?” she heard someone saying, which jerked her out of her vision. She looked up at the barista who was still waiting for an answer.

”Ummm, you know? Cancel the pie, I'll just stick with the coffee.” The barista walked away and she looked down at the steak on her plate and felt a little queasy. She looked over at the cat-guy and saw him digging into his steak with gusto. She picked up her plate and scooted over to the chair beside him.

”Hey, you want mine? I've suddenly lost my appetite.” She saw him glance over at Kat at a few times, who was listening to the obnoxious blonde guy, and she rolled her eyes. She leaned in closer and whispered to him, ”Oh my Hades, you couldn't be more obvious if you clubbed her over the head and dragged her back to your cave. You know, Bonding ceremony or no, you should tell her how you feel. Life's too short.” She thought back to her vision. ”I mean, you could get hit by a bus or something. And anyways, you'd probably be a much better boyfriend than that,” she said, pointing to the blonde guy.

Still talking to the cat-guy, but saying it loud enough for the blonde guy to hear, she said, ”I haven't been so disgusted by someone eating since my cousin discovered pot brownies.” She looked at the blonde guy after she said this, leaving little room to doubt who she was talking about.

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Simply observing, Andrew almost missed the receptionist coming out to tell Kat something. Wondering what it could have possibly been, his curiosity was satisfied as soon as he hears mention of food. Now that it was mentioned, he remembered that nothing had passed his mouth since a meager bagel that morning. Strange that he had not noticed. Was the anxiety getting to him? He was not one prone to feeling nervous, but this was something unknown, repercussions that he could not expect. Humans feared what they did not know. Looking at the man seated near him, Andrew sat that he was the Chosen of Aphrodite. An interesting choice for a female god, but then again, he was the Chosen of Athena.

Chuckling softly, he stood up and stretched a bit. Had he forgotten to do that after exercising? Maybe, but it didn't matter now. Turning to Aphrodite's Chosen, he said, "The name's Andrew. Shall we go meet the others? No sense in waiting." After waiting for his response, Andrew proceeded into the dining room.

Arrayed before him was a veritable feast. Foods of all kinds was arrayed along the table, delicate smells wafting across the room, supplanted by the heavier scents of more heavily spiced foods. Stomach grumbling slightly, he sat down at a seat across from Kat and this Chris fellow. Listening as they talked about the center-piece ribbons and bonding ceremonies from different parts of the world, he considered that. Chinese, huh? Was there some underlying meaning to the ribbons, or had the Greek gods simply chosen it for decorative purposes? The blond bonding was something he had heard before, but still interesting to hear some possible lore.

Cutting into his food, he began eating quickly yet neatly. No waste motions, more time to do other things. After filling himself up a bit. Turning back towards the others seated, he thought about what to say. Athena, goddess of courage and inspiration. Yet none of that came back to him. Social skills were definitely lacking. Andrew didn't get out much.

Breathing in, he exhaled quietly in preparation, preparing his inspiration aura so that it would flow through his words. "Whatever the bond is and however it works, it is something that we chose to accept. While we may not have fully understood at that point, we know more now, however much good that does us," he spoke to the table. "But while we may be forced to accept this by the gods, we are still masters of our own destiny. They may be the ones deciding the Bonding, but we decide what to do with it. Good luck to you all. To our futures." With that, he took up his drink and saluted before swallowing it as quickly as possible. That had been an effort, and a taxing one at that. He didn't like speeches.

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With the door to the main room now open Lewis hardly noticed, his attention drawn to a corner of the room and a deep daydream setting on. He was never one for being a people person, he could thank his lack of emotions for that, so this whole seemed more like a punishment then a special ceremony.
"The name's Andrew. Shall we go meet the others? No sense in waiting."
Blinking to the man he stood up “Lewis and I can agree with that.” he smirked.

Picking himself up he took his sweater off and walked in, taking the first seat he seen which happened to be right across from. There was a large spread of mixed foods and drinks with a large, ornate bowl of red ribbons in the center. He faded in and out of the others talking about them and put together that they had something to do with the bonding ritual or nothing at all to do with it. Grabbing an apple off one of the plates with his knife he leaned back and started cutting slivers off and eating them. “You eat as though you haven’t in awhile.” An apple snapping with his word. “Same to you.” he pointed to Kat’s friend who was talking to, or talked to by Lennon.

"Whatever the bond is and however it works, it is something that we chose to accept. While we may not have fully understood at that point, we know more now, however much good that does us,but while we may be forced to accept this by the gods, we are still masters of our own destiny. They may be the ones deciding the Bonding, but we decide what to do with it. Good luck to you all. To our futures."

Andrew did make a good point on this being mostly optional. If all he had to do was get bonded and then cast that person to the side this wouldn’t be as bad as he expected. With that thought in mind he grabbed his glass and took a sip.

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Aeron was in the middle of a very important meeting with her lawyer when Hermes interrupted everything.

“Aeron we need to talk” his voice filled her consciousness. She tried very hard not to flinch, for the god's message was so powerful it made her temples ache.

“Are you okay Miss Smith?” the man in the suit across for her asked.

“Uh..yeah!” She flashed one of her award winning smiles. “I just have a bit of a headache that's all,”

”Not a nice thing to say about me,” Hermes retorted, although playfully.

“Well that's all the information I needed today. I'll call you before the trial so we can meet again to work out any kinks.” her Lawyer said. They stood they shook hands and Aeron left.

”So do you have time to talk to me NOW?” Hermes asked.

”Has anyone ever told you that you are super loud?” Aeron said affectionatly.

”Ready to meet all the other Chosen?” He asked, ignoring her question.

”Tonight? The Bonding Day is tonight?”

”Address is in your bag. Don't be late....and be the cutie I know you are. Represent ol' Herms well huh?” Aeron rolled her eyes. She reached in her purse. An invitation laid on top. It pretty caligraphy it read.

'You have been cordially invited...to 22nd and Main street. Arrival time 6:45.” Kat looked down at her phone. That gave her very little time to get ready. She dashed to her house, ignored the living room full of people, who in turn also ignored her and went to her closet. She flipped through a couple of dresses until she found the perfect one. If she was going to be tied to someone for the rest of her life. She at least wanted to make a good impression. As she pulled thedress over her head she realized she couldn't recall where she had gotten it. But she looked stunning in it. Like she was the poster girl for Greek goddess.
She lightly curled her dark pink hair and threw on some light make up. No one said goodbye to her as she left. She jumped in her old Toyota Camry and headed to the shop. She wondered why of all the places to meet it was a coffee shop.

By the time she found a place to park she was pretty late, but to her surprise when she entered there was no one there.

“Hello! The others are in the dining room. Please take a name tag and I'll lead you to them.” the woman greeted her. She looked in the basket, found the Hermes tag and entered the dining hall. The rest of her chosen were sat around the table conversing when she entered.

”Hello! Nice to meet you all, I'm Aeron!” She flashed them a dazzling smile and sat down in one of the empty chairs.

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"Maybe the ribbons are suppose to represent blood? Like a blood bond." He chimed in. "You know, like what kids do when they cut their hands and mix their blood together. It was pretty common back in the day in Southeastern Europe. Such as Greece. I think the Greeks called it Adelphopoiesis. It's the same principle as the Chinese ribbon thing, but more of a choice. Although I think they did it when Christianity rolled in. So I might be reading too deep into it."

Kat was impressed, maybe there was more to that noggin of his than gorgeous blonde hair. As Anthony began to offer steak Kat snickered. He knew exactly what to do to make her smile. The more she thought about it, being bonded to him wouldn't be bad at all. He was pretty fantastic. She immediately chided herself for thinking like that. She had a 1in 11 chance of getting bonded to him. That was like a 9.09 percent chance. She didn't need to get used to the idea of anyone just yet.She was brought back to reality by Hades' girl speaking up.

”I haven't been so disgusted by someone eating since my cousin discovered pot brownies.” She looked at Chris when she spoke. Kat felt that was a little rude but of course said nothing about it. Next Andrew spoke.

“Whatever the bond is and however it works, it is something that we chose to accept. While we may not have fully understood at that point, we know more now, however much good that does us, But while we may be forced to accept this by the gods, we are still masters of our own destiny. They may be the ones deciding the Bonding, but we decide what to do with it. Good luck to you all. To our futures." Kat stared in awe at first, before rasing her glass to his toast. It was well spoken, like a true prodigy of Athena.

About that time a vision walked in the door. She was very pretty, pink hair flowing around her waist, a white and gold dress clinging to her. She had such a sweet smile as she addressed the group. Her name tag read Hermes. She came and sat with them. Kat ignored the pangs of self-consciousness that flowed through her.

“Sorry I'm late!” The girl smiled and waved at Lewis, giving him a soft wink. Kat really needed to learn to wink. She always looked like something was wrong with her eyes when she tried. She found the action very attractive on other people though.

”So! When is this bonding going to happen? I'm kind of excited.” Aeron said happily.

excited? Kat was terrified. What was with all these confident people? Kat was feeling more and more out of place by the second.

”It's all kinda just stressful for me” Kat said, amazing herself by her ability to speak. ”I mean, the bond doesn't mean you are falling in love with them as far as I can tell, but it's got to be hard to do that if you are going to be naturally drawn to someone for the rest of your life.”

She was rambling again.

“You know... or it's exciting... that's another word for it.” She looked down at her knees and blushed.

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Now this one has potential, much more interesting then the others. Jamie thought with a small smile as the chosen of Apollo introduced herself. Meredith, nice name.

Her appeal was sealed in the Beserker's mind however when she replied that she could also use a real drink. And when the woman derided the situation earned Meredith bonus points in Jamie's mind. Suddenly this bonded thing didn't seem so bad in his mind. Ares being the eternal jester the Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club knew he'd just as likely end up with that mouse of woman handing out the name tags.

Hmm..now there is an idea. Teach ya to ignore me skreb. Ares spoke with laughter tinging his speech.

Just try it Ares but remember even a God can die. The scarred and tattoed street fighter answered the mental equivalent of dropping the gauntlet.

And that is why I love ya, you got the balls to challenge the God of War himself.

His conversation with the chosen of Apollo ended however as the summons to some sort of dinner was announced. At that Jamie's newest companion's stomach growled, a feeling he could sympathize with. One did not get to become the Berserker's size without learning the value of a square meal.

" Sure sounds like a date." He replied to Meredith's question with a decisive nod that spoke volumes to those that knew him. The bitch that was Lady Fortuna could rope him into a bond but his life was his own in the end. Filing into the dining room with the others he took a seat at the far end of the table, pulling out a chair for Meredith as he did.

Piling a plate with a lot of everything he dug around the inner pockets of his leather jacket and withdrew a silver flask engraved with his MC's crest. Opening it he poured a few drops onto the floor, whispering a prayer for the fallen. Then he took a sip and placed it by his table indicating Meredith was free to take a sip herself.

" Russian Vodka, Pyatizvyozdnaya. Nothing but the best for a Southside Demon. "

Eating with deft but quick bets he scanned the room taking it all in. All the theories about the table decorations and its link to their current situation. He also found himself agreeing with the chosen of Athena and his speech about being the real masters of their fate.

You listening skreb, ya still free. A bond is hardly the steel bars of a cage.

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Chris continued to stuff his face when the gothic looking chick, Hades pick of course, started shooting out insults at him. 'What did I do?' He thought to himself. 'Do you need a list?' The voice of the almighty Zeus thundered in his mind. 'Dammnit Zeusy! You know I hate that telepathic BS!' Chris shouted in his mind. He's a little uncomfortable with him being in his deepest thoughts, a feeling that Zeus most likely shares. 'You say that like I should care. I'm just checking in. Making sure you haven't sullied my name too much.' Zeus stated. 'No more than usual. Now please get out of my head! Or else you're gonna see some shit. Do you really want to see what I filter?' Zeus didn't give a reply.

Now onto the matter at hand. Chris got up from his chair, and relocated next to Hades' pick. And now the games begin. "What's the matter Doom N' Gloom? Jealous? Not gettin' enough attention from the big dog?" he asked with a sly grin. "Don't like me much huh? Oh! And look at that you're Hades pick as well. Ain't that something. Hades' pick doesn't like Zeus'. That's very stereotypical of you." He smirked. "Tell me, are you just as obvious? Do you like bad poetry, and heavy metal too? Do you just feel no one understands you, and all that angsty junk?" He said with a chuckle.

His attention then turned to the newest arrival, Hermes' pick. And what a fine pick she was. "Hi Aeron." He calmly, and suavely answered with a charming grin. "I'm Chris, and the pleasures all mine my dear." He then gently took her right hand, and gave it a gentle kiss, all while he kept one eye on Lennon's face, watching for her reaction, and gave her a small wink. That little show was all to annoy her. He then leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. He looked over at Lennon, a look that almost dared her to do something.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Aeron Diane Smith

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Lennon


Lennon's eye started twitching in the middle of Chris's speech. There was no way she was going to let on how much he hit home. Was she really a stereotype? Thinking about, she realized that she was a match for everything people thought of about the goth and punk lifestyle.

Another girl came in and introduced herself as Aeron. She rolled her eyes at Chris's greeting to her. He sat back down and gave her look that just pissed her off. ”Barf. At least I'm comfortable in my own skin and don't have to seek the approval of others in order to feel good about myself. Flirting with women just to get validated by their attention is just sad.” She had no idea if she was anywhere close to hitting the mark, but she hoped she was at least in the ballpark. She's known quite a few guys like this before, and that's how it always was with them.

'Hades, your brother's Chosen is ticking me off,' she thought, knowing full well he wouldn't answer.

She realized that she was probably making a scene, but didn't really care. She did feel for Aeron coming when she did, though. The girl probably did not expect to be walking into this.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Juno Guzman Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Aeron Diane Smith

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Meredith Mackenzie


Meredith had to stop herself from staring at just how much Ares's chosen had piled on his plate, she had a healthy appetite but doubted she would manage half of what he had in front of him. She had some idea of how he had gotten to be so big and how he stayed that way. Not that she was complaining, he had very nice biceps, but it also occurred to her that if he really wanted to he could flatten her without much effort. Yet surprisingly given his size and intimidating appearance she found herself feeling oddly safe around him probably because she knew he could take on anything that happened to be threatening her. She already liked the way he looked but when he pulled a chair out for her he rose in her estimation. A guy with manners was not easy to find nowadays.

She piled a her plate with food and although small compared to the giants next to her it was large in comparison with what most people Meredith knew ate. But then she had always needed to eat a lot, a downside of her 'gifts' from Apollo, she had long ago stopped worrying whether others thought she was greedy or piggish and so she simply focussed on enjoying the food. She had to admit it was good, whoever had organised this had spared no expense and Meredith couldn't remember the last time she had eaten so well. In between bites she watched as Jaime took out a hip flask and poured out a few drops on the floor before taking a sip, he then placed it on the table and invited her to have some.

Meredith drank quite often, as with her higher metabolism she could drink more often and in larger quantities than most people as her body quickly burned up the alcohol. Due to this she had gotten used to having either a glass of wine with her dinner or a bottle of fruit cider. She didn't often drink vodka but she knew the good stuff when she heard it. She lifted the hip flask and took a sip appreciating the pure flavour and burn as it slid down her throat.

"That's good." She said appreciatively before taking another sip.

She observed the others as she ate and saw a few were talking with each other and some were not. She noticed the goth looking girl looking particularly pissed off, the blonde guy had started talking to her and clearly he wasn't welcome. She didn't blame the girl and smiled at her sympathetically before turning back to Jaime.

"So what do you reckon they'll get us all doing? I mean, are we gonna have to hold hands and have them tied together or something? God I hope not, being bonded sounds bad enough but actually being tied together?" She shuddered in disgust at the idea. Then she grinned. "Though depending who you're tied with it could be fun." She said wickedly.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Aeron Diane Smith Character Portrait: Phoebe Cadwell

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Phoebe Cadwell


Phoebe was underneath a car when Hephaestus suddenly appeared beside her. ”Hello, miss Cadwell,” came his rough, booming voice.

It startled Phoebe so much that she jerked and banged her head on the car. She had put her hand to her forehead and felt it a goose-egg. ”Shoot. You scared the heck out of me. You've got some bad timing, my friend.”

He pretended he didn't know what happened. ”Guess what, Sugar Tits, tonight is the Bonding ceremony. So you better get your ass in gear and head over there.”

Still rubbing her sore head, she looked over at him and said, ”You couldn't have given me more notice?”

Again, he pretended like she didn't speak. ”It's starting soon. At the coffee shop on 22nd Main Street. You'd better start getting ready unless you want to go looking like a grease monkey.” At that, he was gone.

Sighing, she slid out from underneath the car. Heading toward the back of the shop, she called out, ”Got somewhere to go Uncle Vick. Be back later.” All she got was a grunt in response, not that she expected in different.

In the back of the shop was an apartment-like room where her uncle used to live, and gave to her when she came to work for him. It was basically a bedroom with a full bathroom. She shed her clothes and hopped in the shower to wash off the grease that she was practically covered in. Afterward, she finished getting ready, and put on a fancy blue dress that was way too formal for a coffee shop. Not that she cared.

It didn't take long for her to get to the coffee shop, she only lived a few blocks away,but she was still going to be late. She practically sprinted inside, almost knocking over the receptionist. ”Oh, I'm so sorry!” she said.

The receptionist looked flustered, but smiled. ”It's alright, the party is that way.” She started walking away, and led Phoebe into the dining room.

She was the last to arrive. Of course. She walked over to the table and smiled. ”Hi everyone. I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Cadwell. I'm so happy to be here.”

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Aeron Diane Smith Character Portrait: Phoebe Cadwell

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Kat Jones

As the last one introduced herself a sinking feeling hit with Kat, this was it. They had no one else to wait for. The time was very close. She began looking around wildly trying to figure out who she was going to be bonded too.

”Quit freaking out Kat. It's time. Take a deep breath and it will all be over.” She wasn't entirely sure if it was in her head or out loud, but it was Dionysus's voice. Kat obeyed, breathing in slowly and deeply. When she opened her eyes she was surprised.

There was blackness. Total dark. She couldn't see anything. Kat was very frightened, she had never really liked the dark. She called out, but she realized she couldn't hear anyone else around her. Was she suddenly alone? Then there was a eerie red glow. It started slow, like an ember until it was so bright she couldn't take it. She raised her hand to cover her eyes but realized she couldn't, something was keeping her hand back. She looked down, a red cuff around her right wrist. When she pulled, it was like she was tied to a wall, it wouldn't budge.

Then all at once reality came back in a fade. The red light slowly left, leaving Kat back in the dining room, but the table and food was gone. She was standing. She tried to shake away the confusion, she felt like she had been hit in the head, her vision was blurry and slowly coming back to her. She looked down at her hand.

Was that the bond?
Was it over?
Her right hand was crossed over another very strong looking hand. Their wrists tied together with a red satin ribbon. It was glowing, but slowly fading out. As the light coming from the tie dissipated so did the string all together until it was just her hand lying on top of another.

That was it. She was Bonded. Kat panicked, working up her courage to look up from their hands. Finally she slowly raised her head to meet Chris' face. Her legs felt weak and she tried her best not to stumble into the prodigy of Zeus.

Her prodigy of Zeus. They were Bonded. But what did that mean? She barely knew how to make full sentences around this guy, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life time being connected to him.

“Um...hi,” She said very lamely. She felt it though, the effects of the ceremony. She didn't know why but she felt a...draw to him. She realized her hand was still on his and wasn't sure what to do with it. She left it for now, afraid of moving, she still felt weak and her knees were wobbly.

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Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Katherine Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Jaime Character Portrait: Anthony Jeremy White Character Portrait: Lennon Price Character Portrait: Lewis Hartley Character Portrait: Andrew Harolds Character Portrait: Meredith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Aeron Diane Smith Character Portrait: Phoebe Cadwell

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JAMIE SOUTHSIDE


Hmm not bad O God of War. Jamie thought with a humorous tone as he watched Meredith take an appreciative sip of the Pyatizvyozdnaya he preferred above all other booze out there. Now this was a woman he wouldn't mind being bonded to.

Nah think I'm going to stick ya with Hades chosen.

Jamie took a look at the goth girl embroiled in a heated conversation with the chosen of Zeus and decided that Ares had to be messing with him.

Come on I'm sure she's right up your alley. The scars and tattoos I'll bet she'll eat that right up.

I'd sooner date the neko freak. The Beserker replied with disdain colouring his mental speech. Taking a look at said Neko freak Jamie did decide it'd be a kinder fate then living dead girl. At least the cat looked low maintenance. Truth be told though he was hoping Ares would match him with Meredith. Any girl that could take a shot of Pyatizvyozdnaya like she could was worth dating.

What's it worth to ya Jamie boy?

How about I'll listen to your next bit of advice.

Tempting, very tempting skreb.

" I doubt the gods are into the kinky stuff, I mean look at this lame dinner. No strippers, music, or even good vodka." Jamie replied to Meredith's question if the bonding would involve an actual binding with a dersive laugh. His right hand indicating all and sundry. He was also half tempted to drink another swig from his flask but didn't. Mainly because he had to be sober enough to ride his Harley Davidson Fatboy out of this little meeting.

" Though one can always hope." He answered Meredith's wicked smile with one of his own. The Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club was really beginning to like the way the evening was shaping up. True the others weren't to his taste but the scarred and tattoed street fighter was liking what he saw in Apollo's chosen.

Tell ya what, if you are a very nice skreb I'll think about it.

Jamie Delmont Southside wanted to tell the Ares his standard go fuck yourself reply but suddenly everything was darkness. Not the darkness of an unlit room or a starless night. But the darkness only a man born blind might know.

In this place the normally carefree chosen of Ares felt the slightest concern over his fate. For all his senses felt severed from his mind. Sight, sound, touch, taste they were gone. The body he kept in peak shape felt gone.

But even as the Berserker felt his concern rising sight returned at least along with touch. Looking down at his hand where he felt pressure around his right wrist. A fragile looking red ribbon was tied around it. Wanting a closer look at it Jamie tried to lift his hand and failed. And here the Harley riding Southside Demon felt the greatest concern of his life. For his strength had always proven greater then anything thrown against him.

Then normality of everyday life returned. The dinning room of earlier only devoid of the feast. And the Vice President of the Southside Demons MC was standing tied hand and hand to Meredith. His dark silver eyes looking into hers. The chosen of war and the chosen of dawn were bonded.

I believe I'm owed some thanks.

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Lewis Hartley

Downing the rest of his drink and throwing the apple core in the glass Lewis nodded the best greeting he could to what was apparently the final missing piece to this strange spectacle and once again found himself spacing out, this time at nothing in particular as he played with his string of his hoodie.

So when’s this thing starting? He wondered rubbing his eyes.

Why it already has darling. The sultry voice chimed in.

Opening his eyes was hardly an accomplishment. The room was completely dark and as he went to turn something jerked his arm. ”The hell?” Looking closer a bright red ribbon was tied around his wrist and unless he grew another hand he was tied to another. Subconsciously tilting his head he followed the arm up to the face and with the everything returning met Lennon’s.

Looking back around he noticed everything coming back into place except for the food. Where did they go? he wondered and if anywhere how long were they gone? This a very strange experience for him and he wasn’t too sure how to react. There was a strange sensation about the whole thing that he could feel surge through him. It was entirely uncomfortable. This was not a feeling he knew, it was completely foreign. What am I feeling? I don't like it.

You'll get used to it...maybe. Doll I can't tell you everything, I want to see how this plays out.

As helpful as always Aphrodite. Turning back to Lennon, the red ribbon slowly vanishing, shrugged “I guess this means we’re bonded.”