Achronum

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- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

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Character Sheet

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Character image:

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Name: Jacob Bryne O’Sullivan

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: Standing an average 5’ 10” and weighing in at 145 pounds, Jacob on a normal day prefers the simplest attire. A colored t-shirt, cargo pants or jeans, a pair of converse, and a hoodie or a beanie make perfectly acceptable attire as long as they’re clean. He wears a brown cord necklace with a pearl woven into the front of it that, despite it not leaving his neck since he put it on, only has a few fraying strands around the pearl where he nibbles at the cord. A tattoo covers his right shoulder, four honeycombs each dripping with a different color: green for Christopher, red for Jacqueline, purple for Anezi, and gold for himself. He is almost always wearing a thick leather bracelet over the band that marks him as Fragmented, only forgoing it in public when he is meeting another Fragmented in an attempt to find his soulmate.

Personality: The first three characteristics that pop into anyone’s head when discussing Jacob are determined, driven, and passionate. Jacob experiences his opinions intensely and once he sets a goal, very little can stop him from getting there. Brought up by his outspoken and blunt father, he isn’t one to mince his words or hold himself back if he thinks something needs to be changed. That isn’t to say he is rude; more that he doesn’t have an issue pointing out a mistake and offering a solution.

In fact, Jacob often notices the good before the bad and just like with a flaw, has little issue in pointing the good out. His penchant for positivity and optimism can be overbearing for some but he just wants to leave the world better than how he found it, a worldview too few share in his opinion.

Biography: It probably wasn’t his first at some point. He probably has earlier ones, maybe of Manhattan in the fall or a nasty injury, but the memories of his aunt dominated his early childhood. Like him, his mother’s sister wore the mark of the Fragmented. Unlike him, and he would damn well make sure of it, she was Lost. Angelica, his mother, and Joan, his aunt, were half sisters and Joan was almost a decade older than her sister. Joan moved in when he was only three and often babysat him when his parents were out. She taught a small piano class to help pay her bills but as she grew older, her groups became smaller and smaller until she only taught Jacob. He had inherited her love for the piano early on and happily devoted himself to its play. Memories of his unsteady scales gradually growing into complex pieces played with confidence and gusto to a laughing family would keep him going when, his second year in elementary school, the music changed.

Joan committed suicide.

It took Jacob a long time to process it. His music, once expressive and upbeat, took a turn to the morose as his family suffered through the aftershocks. Angelica could barely stand to look at him. The mark only reminded her of her sister, of all the work she did to save her, of all the times she tried to find Joan’s soulmate, only to have it bleed out on the floor of the bathroom when no one was home. Every time she saw she son, she saw him withering away and dying before her, saw herself burying another family member sentenced to a horrible fate. Jacob took to hiding the band so she wouldn’t start sobbing as soon as she saw it. It seemed to help for a while; she would pick him up and talk with him as long as she couldn’t see it. As long as she could try and forget.

Jacob’s father was the reason the family held together as long as it did. Quinn O’Sullivan was the type of man who would rather die than see his family fall apart and so he worked endlessly to keep them together. He didn’t blame his wife for seeking solace in another man; he was too close to everything and he just reminded her that their family had problems. He enrolled them in grief counseling. He didn’t blame her when the pile of bottles grew higher than the edge of the recycling bin on the regular. He found her help. When his son’s music started lagging and he couldn’t play at his Aunt’s keyboard, he invested in a new piano so Jacob could make new memories. When Jacob cried about wanting to play with mom and not him, he covered the mark so his wife could bear to be around their son for a little while again. He pushed and pushed and held on as long as he could but things eventually fell apart.

When Jacob was in seventh grade, just after placing first in his first classical music competition, his mother filed for divorce. Pregnant with another man, Angelina decided to leave the memories, the fear, the dread most of all, behind and start a new life. Quinn and Jacob were devastated, especially as she gave up her rights as Jacob’s mother, and she disappeared from their life, not even a year later. This abandonment would give rise to Jacob’s unease around the Lost and his desperate attempts to find his soul mate. His dad already went through enough; he couldn’t do it to him again.

He met Christopher and Jacqueline just after his mother left, partnered on a project in music class. The siblings, fraternal twins, made quick friends with Jacob after discovering a sincere interest in music (and it helped no one was in the class for an easy grade). It was Jacob’s first real friendship, outside of acquaintances and brief connections from his extracurricular passion, that would last through present day. Christopher played the guitar and Jacqueline sang beautifully, bringing the three together to practice after school more often than not. Jacob and Christpher dated for a few months but between Jacob’s determination to find his soulmate and his demanding practice schedule and Chris’s tendency to laze, the pair quickly agreed they made better friends. Jacqueline only rolled her eyes at the news with an “I told you so” and they moved on from that.

They met Anezi a couple of years later, sophomore year of high school, when the three erroneously thought they could be a cover band before breaking out into something more. An art student with excellent skills but a less than stellar social record, the trio commissioned her for “Album Artwork” that never made it to the light of day. She still swears she never drew anything like that for them, even if she always keep a copy of her work, but she was drawn into the group anyways. She clicked perfectly, almost as if she had been around for the forming of the group. Christopher made a soulmate joke about it once. Jacob almost slugged him, his fear of becoming Lost making those jokes land poorly with him, and it took days of apologizing before Jacob finally forgave him, much to Jacqueline and Anezi’s amusement.

The four moved on from their musical aspirations pretty quickly, with the exception of Jacob. Christopher dropped out of high school and entered the workforce, later earning his GED and working his way into management. His life was stressful but he liked it, especially once he found his current girlfriend. They became the sickeningly sweet couple and the three teased him constantly for it, even if Jacob was a bit jealous. Jacqueline went onto major in biochemistry, losing contact with the group most often as she got swamped in classes, while Anezi moved onto animation, crying over long days and sleepless nights in the public workshops drawing and moving images. Jacob got lots of late night calls when her programs would crash and the others were asleep.

As everyone’s life was picking up, Jacob continued to have some issues at home. Out of curiosity, he found his mother on social media under a fake profile since she blocked his. He may have stalked her for months, crying himself to sleep over the constant posts of how much she loved her family and how great her life was. Not that he wanted her to have a bad life but he wanted her to have a good life with him. His father found out a year after Jacob created the fake profile and quickly shut it down, knowing it was doing nothing good for his son. It caused some tension but his father believed seriously in therapy, finding someone who would just listen. Jacob stayed with the therapist voluntarily until school obligations took him away from them but he still writes them every few months just to say hi.

His senior year of high school was his big debut in the world of music. After months of competitions around the US, Jacob qualified for one of three spots from the country for a prestigious music competition in Sydney, Australia. It was his first international trip and top placers were almost guaranteed scholarship offers. He purchased the pearl necklace he always wears for good luck and played his hardest through each round of judging. He performed Beethoven's Diabelli Variations for the competition, a lively twist on a more stately piece, not only to challenge his comfort zones but also because it was Joan’s favorite. Playing it for the world helped close wounds he wasn’t even aware he had. His emotional gamble won him second place and a full ride to his first choice university, the Manhattan School of Music.

His school career was a whirlwind of busy, between full time course work, working at small bars as a pianist, and searching for his soulmate. Time seemed to fly, studying abroad in germany his junior year. Although he never quite picked up the language, he spent a great deal of time searching for his soulmate since he was determined to find them. Antagonistic, platonic, or, if whatever fate gave him this mark was kind, romantic, he didn’t. He was just terrified of being lost. His senior year was even busier, putting a hold on searching for his soulmate unfortunately, but just after graduation, he got an offer to join a New York based orchestra thanks to a few connections he made in Germany. He would start in August, while practicing pieces they sent him on his own time, and in October they would be on the road around America. He couldn’t say yes fast enough.

But his plans were nearly thrown out of the window. The letter. An invitation that got Jacob’s pulse racing. After all his searching, after all his fears, after everything… how could he say no?

Other:

star ★ for Obby!
07F169 is my color!

Habits:

• Chews on the collar of his shirts or his necklace.
• Scrunches his nose whenever he disagrees with something or finds it unpleasant.
• Always purposely mismatches his sock.

Character Notes:

• Born and raised in Manhattan, New York
• Enjoys sports.Can’t play because of the possibility of injury to his hands but gets really into them.
• Drinks socially but always asks for it cut a little weaker. Got drunk once and had to fly home on the hangover. The experience still haunts him.
• His favorite alcoholic drink is a Mojito.
• Prefers sparkling water to still water.
• Likes popcorn extra buttery with chocolate pieces melted into them.
• Rom-coms are his favorite genre of movie. Gets easily spooked during horror films but still enjoys watching them (will never watch one on his own)

Talrae Reborn

The general din of the inn had settled a little as people’s adrenaline highs wore off and the alcohol and the warmth started settling in their bones. People chatted much more pleasantly, a pleased buzz running through the room, and Anu was chatting with Drash but turned around when he gave a nod and a wave at the newcomer’s entrance. The girl beamed and made her way over.

“Welcome to the Tipsy Troodon.” Anu said cheerfully. ”You lookin’ for a meal, a room, or both? We got a seat open at the counter if you’d like.”

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The town was still quiet, most of its NPCs turned in for the night. A few guards patrolled the area, throwing wary looks at the new adventurers but otherwise leaving them alone so long as they weren’t too rowdy. The clouds had mostly disappeared by now and a full moon and a black sea of stars shone down on Reliquia. Here in the dark of the forests, the entire sky was flooded with speckles of light.

Approaching the bridge that spanned the mouth of the river as it deposited into the delta, Aura would see another girl standing on it and muttering irritably as her fingers danced in the air. She was likely messaging someone. A closer look would show her name Whispering Willow < Last Genesis >.

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The man accepted both person’s money happily and rowed them across the delta. It was a short trip but what had originally been a small island rapidly grew into a large piece of land and the word hut was rather misleading. The circular building took up almost all of the land space, a few shamans outside staring at the sky. They made no move to greet the new arrivals as they would pass by past the animal skins that hung in the doorway.

Inside, a bonfire dominated the center and its smoke curled up through a hole in the domed ceiling. Various people lounged inside, some weaving baskets, some telling stories, and a few passing around a long pipe. A hummingbird zipped past the pair that entered and shimmered, shifting into Rania who looked at them curiously.
“Why have two bothrian made there way here?” The woman’s posture was calm and collected but her tone held an edge to it.

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“You may need to consider refining that vision, my boy. Saying you wish to produce things of grandeur and actually creating something are two entirely different things.” Alfor proclaimed. “But of course I shall guide you on your path! But you’ll first need an idea, a base from which your inspiration to grow and shape, to expand outside your own mind and take on a life of its own!”

Quest Complete: A Mechanist’s Life for Me!
Rewards: 
Mechanist Subclass
2500 EXP
2 Silver Coins

Accept:
Yes  No
[sub]Please be aware that accepting this subclass will stop you from accepting other subclass of your class[/sub]

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With Cecelia’s proclamation, the group she gathered burst into the Arena behind her and the sound bounced around the vaulted ceiling. The Arena dominated the majority of the tower’s height, a large pit covered in a thin layer of sand dug a bit below sea level and tiers of seating rising almost as high as the ceiling. Hundred of cut gems glowed with near natural light, illuminating the space perfectly. There were few shadows available for those who’s magic relied on them.

The NPC had no issue agreeing to hold onto their coin, procuring a small pot from somewhere in the Arena for everyone to put their coin in. 1700 Renn clinked as she carried it around after she sealed it with a wooden top and several feet of rope. She called in a few other guards, all eager to see some of the new arrivals show off their skills, and no one complained when they were asked to take positions around the arena to make sure they could catch all the bouts.

“I think I’ve already claimed this dance first.” Gauis slid right up to Cecelia, a 3 barreled steel flintlock pistol in hand and a smirk on his face. “Let’s see if I’m as fast as lightning.” Off to the side, a woman in heavy robes and a staff leaned against the wall, waiting her turn.

Of Blood and Magic

“Hm, perhaps you should.” Varis agreed with Eris’s suggestion, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “One of my vassel’s was prattling on about it a decade or two ago and now that you’ve reminded me, it would be an interesting experience. Probably wouldn’t have to wait more than an hour either.” Varis contemplated the idea seriously. The vampire probably hadn’t expected Varis to react, much less like this, but catching the actor by surprise was always amusing. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in brief amusement. And if the actor followed through... well, Varis wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

Alderman’s comments caught his attention quickly after that though, eyebrows shot up in surprise. His words, if genuine, wouldn't have caught his attention but the insolence in his tone grated on the Sinnenodel’s nerves. The Starag boy may be incompetent but at least he knew how to keep his tongue still. Varis eyed the waif critically. While normally he could just allow Eris to handle his own problems, blatantly disrespecting a vampire known to be in regular contact with himself would be paramount to approval.

“A ugly bark fitting an ugly mutt. Here I thought you merely had the good sense to keep your council but I was mistaken. Hold your tongue in the future otherwise you’ll find yourself without the choice to loose it. Whatever insolence you had the opportunity to develop should be quelled now.” Varis warned the mage before turning back to Eris. “You have some work cut out for you with this one. I recommend investing in a muzzle for the mage straight away. If he continues to act like this, we can have his magic artificially bound over his breaks. Deprive the boy of his reprieves until he behaves.”

“Let’s be about getting your mage his toy. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can rid ourselves of mages for a while.” Varis sighed. Frankly, he wanted to leave as soon as he dropped off the boy. It was the whole reason he gave him the night off despite his performance issues.Varis would be more than happy just to leave Alderman here to find his own if it meant leaving sooner but he understood leaving a dog without its master on the first day was never a good way to establish the relationship.

Meanwhile, Jory receives a very angry text message response.

“What do you mean, what do we need you for? Remember, we were supposed to talk at lunch but we couldn’t find you? And now you’ve disappeared into the wind again? You know, the whole you have to help us or the Hive digs through your head deal? Ring a bell?”

Plenty of students made their way around campus now that their last class was done for the evening. Mages and vampires roamed in groups in various degrees of haste, the newer students clearly a little overwhelmed by everything they’ve gone through today. Students separated for various extracurricular activities, some heading towards the arena and others heading back into the halls. As she often did, Ryner could be seen walking around campus and talking excitedly with various staff and students with Sariel and William trailing close behind her.

Salem’s next class was held in the Library’s Study Room 1, easily found on the side of the massive room. His name and another, Julian Noila, were written in neat script on the marker next to the door. Various sconces glowed along the walls covered in soft tapestries depicting various scenes from history and a fire crackled on the back wall. Plush carpet muffled the sound of footsteps and the various chairs from the room were lining the walls. On the far end of the room, a small round side table held a ruler and a metal rod. A stool sat in the middle of the room.

But perhaps most noticeably, the walls rose and rose without end and faded into the sky to reveal a million stars shining down softly. This would be the sky above the academy without lights, without civilization, as if the room hovered ten thousand feet in the air. It was one of the most popular ones, especially with astronomy students, and plenty of people just came in to star gaze for an hour.

Far less exciting, a vampire stood on the back wall. Hands clasped behind his back, his face neutral as he awaited his newest pupil, Julian Noila instructed every Noila and every Starag to grace the royal household in the past 300 years in manners and etiquette. The man towered over most, looking down with a haughty expression at those who didn’t reach his standards and incorrect behaviors were quickly met with a swift snap of a ruler or, if the individual was particularly stubborn, a metal rod. The man wore a simple three piece suit, hair pulled back tightly and just the hint of a scowl twisted his otherwise blank expression.

The Gifted - Concluded

James Kingston

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Location: The Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
Skills: Strategy

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James nodded as he acknowledged Collusus’s instructions, eyeing the playing field. What could they do against an experienced opponent? He’d call this sparring so James would try to think of it like any other match and that meant changing the rules of the encounter. So what could they do? Ringing the bell was the objective. Changing that would require either shifting the man’s priorities or knocking him out, neither of which seemed the easiest way of handling that. No, they had the numbers which meant that was the easiest way to change the tide. James eyes narrowed as Leighton tried a trick. Well, that was an idea.

“We need to change the flow of this. We have the numbers so let’s use that to our advantage. If some of us dive bomb past him on her ice and the others take long edges of the room around, maybe our momentum will knock him to the ground and those who get past can help those who didn’t?” James suggested quietly to the group. This wasn’t meant for anyone to get significantly hurt if it really was just sparring so he imagined the instructor would take care not to just topple on top of people, giving them a spare moment to react.

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Requiem

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Location: The Hellfire Club
Skills: N/A

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“Probably wise. Unfortunately, it is a vice I can’t seem to relinquish.” Requiem chuckled, refilling his own glass and sipping at it as he did. “And yourself, Ms. Frost would you care for a glass? A pleasant drink after a stressful day always puts me in a better mood.” He smiled politely, ignoring Jinx’s disrespect and the not so subtle jab from Anastasia. If this was how this little group would act, he was going to have a stress headache everyday when he woke up. He would rather not deal with two infants unable to put aside their differences and pride to work together but it seemed the fates were cruel these days. They had been for a long time.

“As I said the other day, we are more than pleased to work in tandem with you Ms. Frost. I wouldn’t dare to endanger such an arraignment by denying you access to our conversation. I was only catching Ms. Reinhardt up on what information we gleaned from yesterday’s tour of your facilities. And discovering that she doesn’t care to drink, a fact I’ll keep in mind so as not to offend her in the future.” He nodded politely at Anastasia before returning his attention to Emma. “We were just about to hear her thoughts on the matter. Since you were present for our findings yesterday, perhaps you’d care to share your insight as well. We’re all after the same culprit after all.”

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

James Kingston

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Location: Outside the Banner Residence
Skills: N/A

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Kingson let out a yelp and a strangled curse as the bolt of energy slammed him to the ground. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he gasped, the throbbing pain in the back of his head making it hard to concentrate on more than just what the fresh fuck just happened? He groaned as he struggled to sit up, pleased to find his legs unstuck and even more pleased to find the portal shut. Frankly, he didn’t want to go with them but Niah made him completely confused. As much as it sucked getting tossed around like a rag doll, at least James’s head was clearer now and the plan was back on track. Speaking of which…

“God fucking damn it. Clarke, get your ass in gear. Assholes sided with Banner so we need to get back to base and get our shit together. Don’t get on the Quinjet. They were talking about exploding it over the ocean and fiddled with it.” James grumbled as he hauled himself up off the ground with a grunt. He limped over to Mystique’s unconscious corpse and he tried to revive her, only partially disappointed when he failed. It was better he didn’t have to listen to her incompetence more than he needed. “I’m going inside to contact headquarters. Keep a watch out or drag her inside, I don’t care. I just want out of this heat at this point.” James muttered angrily as he limped inside. The pain in his back was slowly fading and his strides becoming more even with every step.

- Fragmented -

Can't waiiiit! Good job :D

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

Aster Damien Luxie

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Aster Damien Luixe

Character Quote: “All press is good press!”

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Character Summary

Name: Aster Damien Luxie
Aliases: N/A
Age: 14
Birthday: February 4th, 2006
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Manhattan, New York
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Cabin Number: Cabin 10, year round.
How Many Years At Camp: Four years
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Gymnastics Instructor
Languages: English, French, Ancient Greek

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Appearance

Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: 124 lbs
Body Type: Lean
Eye Color: Clear blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Although Aster can appreciate the aesthetic value of a piercing or tattoo, he would never get one. He’s meticulously striven his life to avoid being injured―he’s too cute for that after all―but a small faded scar can be seen on his foot from where he dropped a knife on it as a child.
Personal Style: A frequent flyer between Paris and New York, Aster’s standard look takes inspiration from both. Button ups, slacks, and some type of jacket or vest are his most common adornments, a tasteful piece of jewelry or two adorning his arms or throat as necessary. If the day promises more work than play, he prefers a short white sleeved shirt, a bracelet on one arm, a pair of well cut jeans, and boots. And Zues would have to abdicate his throne before anyone would find him without glitter somewhere on his face.

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Psychology

Optimistic * Pushy * Confident * Vain * Passionate * Disorganized

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Anyone who knows Aster, even if they only met him for half a second, knows he cares more about his appearance than most. With his pocket mirror flipping out as often as a late student checks their watch, he has little issue having a melt down if he leaves it behind for some reason. The boy is bubbly and fun loving on the surface but he loves socializing, gossiping and spreading rumors just to watch the chaos, and strives to maintain his position in the as the center of attention even if it means getting the wrong kind of attention. After all, all press is good press.

However for those his care is more than skin deep, he is constantly pushing them to be better, strive for more, building their confidence, and defending them against any vicious harpy interested in taking aim at his circle. More than one person called him overbearing or pushy but Aster knows its for their own good and has little issue ignoring complaints. And if something gets in a friend’s way to the top? Aries himself would struggle to keep the boy at bay.

Fatal Flaw: Vanity
Habits: Checking his reflection, patting his hair, biting his lips when stressed
Hobbies: Sewing, games, partying
Fears:

• Being abandoned
• Needles
• Dogs

Likes:

• Parties
• Gaming
• Fashion
• Chocolate
• Coffee
• Glitter

Dislikes:

• Embarrassment
• Boring People
• Being ignored
• Blood
• Reading
• Chores

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Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Glamour
• Amokinesis

General Skills:

• Sewing
• Gymnastics
• Reading People
• Persuasion
• Swimming
• Dancing

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Daggers
• Agility

Magic Item: (It can be something like Percy's Riptide, Annabeth's invisibility cap, ect)

• Dove Band: A pair of fine good bands with doves playing along then that wrap around the bicept and grants it's wearer just a golden glow. Gifted as part of his mother’s claiming.
• North Wind’s Bite: A simple celestial bronze ring with swirling winds around a sapphire, it allows its wearer to pluck arrows from the wind. Discovered as part of a quest that took him past Boreas’s home in Canada.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Sandels, slim tan capris, white polo with gold embroidery on the sleeves, and a simple gold necklace.
• Messenger Bag - Wallet with 50 dollars and a picture of Damien, Bernadette, and Aster, two sticks of lip balm, lotion, sunscreen, water bottle, Dove Mirror, and a pair of black gloves.
• Watch
• Google Pixel 3
• Bluetooth headphones
• Fitbit

Possessions In Cabin:

• Bow and Quiver
• Celestial Bronze Dagger
• Bluetooth Speaker
• Various clothes, shoes, and accessories
• A box full of beauty and health supplies
• Charging cable for his phone
• A framed picture of his father and mother together in Paris
• Laptop and charger
• Diary

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History

Biography

Aster’s father, Damien Luxie, worked as a senior financial analyst for a company with major operations in both New York and Paris. Worked demanded he frequently travel between the two cities, no time for anything that didn’t immediately benefit his work, but a chance meeting with Aphrodite in the city of love. A whirlwind love affair left the busy man with a child he couldn’t take care of and the love of his dreams in the wind. He wouldn’t give the child up, it would reflect poorly on his career, so instead he kept a french nanny to handle him from birth.

Aster spent most of his early years in New York with Bernadette, born and raised in Manhattan. Later, he’d accompany his father on trips to Paris and discover a passion for fashion. His father was frequently away and even when he was home, his dismal attempts at developing a relationship with Aster only frustrated the man and drove a wedge between the pair. Damien never bothered to hide the boy’s origin and Aster grew up knowing he was the son of a Goddess. He learned as much as he could about her, making regular offerings to her on her sacred days and privately celebrating her holidays as best he could. Their mutual interest in the Goddess slowly but surely brought the two together.

In school, Aster established his social presence immediately. Everyone at his school knew him and he knew everyone. For better or worse. He never excelled in his studies, never displaying an interest in anything that wasn’t directly related to his celestial heritage. The report cards sent home always had the same two comments, incredibly outgoing and disruptive to the learning environment, but his father would just shrug. He figured it was part and parcel as the son of the Goddess of Beauty and Love, just as he did when Aster took an obsessive interest in his appearance and fashion.

However, Aster didn’t seem to inherit his mother’s natural grace. He adopted his father’s clumsiness and that infuriated the boy. After a little research, and some heavy recommendations from Bernadette, he enrolled in dance and gymnastics classes to develop the effortless grace he imagined his mother moved with. He didn't particularly care for either but he had to admit after a few years, he was well on his way to achieving his goal. He started classes when he was six and continues to fevertly practice to this day.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Aster told everyone who and what he was. He was proud of it and he had no problem announcing it to the world. His father wasn’t around to stop him and Bernadette thought it was nothing more than a bedtime story. It wasn’t difficult to find or convince him. The second a Satyr found the son of Aphrodite when he turned 10, Aster told his father in no uncertain terms he would be attending this place over the summer and all his father could do was acquiesce like always.

Aster decided to become a full year camper when his father told him they were relocating permanently to Paris once Aster returned. The boy nearly broke down, sobbing until his father agreed to let him stay at Camp Half Blood as a full time camper. Was he as upset as he played? No. But he wasn’t willing to leave the only place he felt like he could really be himself behind.

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Additional Information

Glamour - Similar to Aphrodite’s blessing when she claims a child, this magical ability allows Michale to create clothes, do make up, and style hair on a person with a wave of his hand. He needs a clear idea of what he wants and the effect only lasts for a day, including the clothes, but otherwise functions similarly. This can be used both as a blessing or a curse, one he uses liberally if someone he considers under his wing is wronged.

Theme Song: Confident

Extra Information:
Past Post
Egyptian Pantheon: Nekhbet
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Character Aster Damien Luxie

“All press is good press!”
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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣
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😡Hates Kristen Reynolds 😡Hates
"Good gods, what era is she from? If she uses that hairstyle again, I think I'll vomit."

Boring, unimaginative, and clingy... A three for three reject.

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💀Dislikes Kiera Donovan 💀Dislikes
"She's... tolerable on most days."

When he doesn't have anyone else to bother, this is who he'd mingle with but not under most any circumstances.

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💛Friend Athanasia Therous 💛Friend
"Stylish, sensible, and fun. Clearly one of the best of the newbies."

Having found someone who enjoys his "discussions", Aster enjoys her company and the fact she showers him in compliments.

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💛Friend Leda Storm 💛Friend
"Someone outside of my siblings with any sense, fashion or otherwise, when she isn't completely self-absorbed."

The pair get along quite well when they choose to, bonding over common interests that have grown into a pleasant relationship.

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😡Hates Ezekiel Kel 😡Hates
"Oh look, I found the least popular in the cabin. No wonder he tries to mess with everyone else. He needs to get attention from someone."

Aster will happily stab him if someone offered him a penny. He won't even take the penny afterwards.

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🌓Neutral Marygold Isley 🌓Neutral
"She keeps to herself. If thats what she likes, then so be it."

He has no idea what she is like because he hasn't bothered to go find out. Maybe if she is the center of something fun but until then, he has plenty of other pies to stick his fingers in.

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💛Friend Desdemona Pemberton 💛Friend
"She’s definitely fierce but I wish she’d learn a skin care routine!"

Aster has taken on a personal responsibility of getting her adjusted to camp, especially after he learned his other sibling sput her in first day. They clearly cannot be trusted to take care of her.

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👋Acquaintance Arthur Stanford 👋Acquaintance
"Oh thank the Gods. A boy who knows how to dress himself and he isn't a sibling."

Arthur caught Aster's eye because how well he presented himself. Although he has spent more time with Athanasia,
he doesn enjoy Arthur's sociability.
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🌓Neutral Jade Schneider 🌓Neutral
"She’s a sweet little thing but she has to get over this shy phase sooner rather than later."

One of the newbies that doesn't really talk to anyone. Hopefully, someone helps her break out of her shell sometime.

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👋Acquaintance Andy 👋Acquaintance
"A mousey ittle thing that needs some help getting the blemishes out of her nerves."

Aster doesn't push for ANdy to like him. She's withdrawn and until she either wants to be a friend or is the center of some fiasco, Aster will probably ust continue to associate with her associates.

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👋Acquaintance Demetri Rowan Howell 👋Acquaintance
"He thinks he’s a hot shot just because he has powers. Boy needs to learn denim was so last decade."

Still a little pissed he wasn't the one to bring back the first Zeus child, Aster's distanced himself a bit formm Demeitri although he doesn't pass up a chance to mention he saved the boy or offer a helpful tip, usually in the form of some sort of insult.

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Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω Officially Done

@Nallore Here we go!

Aster Damien Luxie

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Aster Damien Luixe

Character Quote: “All press is good press!”

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Character Summary

Name: Aster Damien Luxie
Aliases: N/A
Age: 14
Birthday: February 4th, 2006
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Manhattan, New York
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Cabin Number: Cabin 10, year round.
How Many Years At Camp: Four years
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Gymnastics Instructor
Languages: English, French, Ancient Greek

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Appearance

Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: 124 lbs
Body Type: Lean
Eye Color: Clear blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Although Aster can appreciate the aesthetic value of a piercing or tattoo, he would never get one. He’s meticulously striven his life to avoid being injured―he’s too cute for that after all―but a small faded scar can be seen on his foot from where he dropped a knife on it as a child.
Personal Style: A frequent flyer between Paris and New York, Aster’s standard look takes inspiration from both. Button ups, slacks, and some type of jacket or vest are his most common adornments, a tasteful piece of jewelry or two adorning his arms or throat as necessary. If the day promises more work than play, he prefers a short white sleeved shirt, a bracelet on one arm, a pair of well cut jeans, and boots. And Zues would have to abdicate his throne before anyone would find him without glitter somewhere on his face.

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Psychology

Optimistic * Pushy * Confident * Vain * Passionate * Disorganized

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Anyone who knows Aster, even if they only met him for half a second, knows he cares more about his appearance than most. With his pocket mirror flipping out as often as a late student checks their watch, he has little issue having a melt down if he leaves it behind for some reason. The boy is bubbly and fun loving on the surface but he loves socializing, gossiping and spreading rumors just to watch the chaos, and strives to maintain his position in the as the center of attention even if it means getting the wrong kind of attention. After all, all press is good press.

However for those his care is more than skin deep, he is constantly pushing them to be better, strive for more, building their confidence, and defending them against any vicious harpy interested in taking aim at his circle. More than one person called him overbearing or pushy but Aster knows its for their own good and has little issue ignoring complaints. And if something gets in a friend’s way to the top? Aries himself would struggle to keep the boy at bay.

Fatal Flaw: Vanity
Habits: Checking his reflection, patting his hair, biting his lips when stressed
Hobbies: Sewing, games, partying
Fears:

• Being abandoned
• Needles
• Dogs

Likes:

• Parties
• Gaming
• Fashion
• Chocolate
• Coffee
• Glitter

Dislikes:

• Embarrassment
• Boring People
• Being ignored
• Blood
• Reading
• Chores

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Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Glamour
• Amokinesis

General Skills:

• Sewing
• Gymnastics
• Reading People
• Persuasion
• Swimming
• Dancing

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Daggers
• Agility

Magic Item: (It can be something like Percy's Riptide, Annabeth's invisibility cap, ect)

• Dove Band: A pair of fine good bands with doves playing along then that wrap around the bicept and grants it's wearer just a golden glow. Gifted as part of his mother’s claiming.
• North Wind’s Bite: A simple celestial bronze ring with swirling winds around a sapphire, it allows its wearer to pluck arrows from the wind. Discovered as part of a quest that took him past Boreas’s home in Canada.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Sandels, slim tan capris, white polo with gold embroidery on the sleeves, and a simple gold necklace.
• Messenger Bag - Wallet with 50 dollars and a picture of Damien, Bernadette, and Aster, two sticks of lip balm, lotion, sunscreen, water bottle, Dove Mirror, and a pair of black gloves.
• Watch
• Google Pixel 3
• Bluetooth headphones
• Fitbit

Possessions In Cabin:

• Bow and Quiver
• Celestial Bronze Dagger
• Bluetooth Speaker
• Various clothes, shoes, and accessories
• A box full of beauty and health supplies
• Charging cable for his phone
• A framed picture of his father and mother together in Paris
• Laptop and charger
• Diary

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History

Biography

Aster’s father, Damien Luxie, worked as a senior financial analyst for a company with major operations in both New York and Paris. Worked demanded he frequently travel between the two cities, no time for anything that didn’t immediately benefit his work, but a chance meeting with Aphrodite in the city of love. A whirlwind love affair left the busy man with a child he couldn’t take care of and the love of his dreams in the wind. He wouldn’t give the child up, it would reflect poorly on his career, so instead he kept a french nanny to handle him from birth.

Aster spent most of his early years in New York with Bernadette, born and raised in Manhattan. Later, he’d accompany his father on trips to Paris and discover a passion for fashion. His father was frequently away and even when he was home, his dismal attempts at developing a relationship with Aster only frustrated the man and drove a wedge between the pair. Damien never bothered to hide the boy’s origin and Aster grew up knowing he was the son of a Goddess. He learned as much as he could about her, making regular offerings to her on her sacred days and privately celebrating her holidays as best he could. Their mutual interest in the Goddess slowly but surely brought the two together.

In school, Aster established his social presence immediately. Everyone at his school knew him and he knew everyone. For better or worse. He never excelled in his studies, never displaying an interest in anything that wasn’t directly related to his celestial heritage. The report cards sent home always had the same two comments, incredibly outgoing and disruptive to the learning environment, but his father would just shrug. He figured it was part and parcel as the son of the Goddess of Beauty and Love, just as he did when Aster took an obsessive interest in his appearance and fashion.

However, Aster didn’t seem to inherit his mother’s natural grace. He adopted his father’s clumsiness and that infuriated the boy. After a little research, and some heavy recommendations from Bernadette, he enrolled in dance and gymnastics classes to develop the effortless grace he imagined his mother moved with. He didn't particularly care for either but he had to admit after a few years, he was well on his way to achieving his goal. He started classes when he was six and continues to fevertly practice to this day.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Aster told everyone who and what he was. He was proud of it and he had no problem announcing it to the world. His father wasn’t around to stop him and Bernadette thought it was nothing more than a bedtime story. It wasn’t difficult to find or convince him. The second a Satyr found the son of Aphrodite when he turned 10, Aster told his father in no uncertain terms he would be attending this place over the summer and all his father could do was acquiesce like always.

Aster decided to become a full year camper when his father told him they were relocating permanently to Paris once Aster returned. The boy nearly broke down, sobbing until his father agreed to let him stay at Camp Half Blood as a full time camper. Was he as upset as he played? No. But he wasn’t willing to leave the only place he felt like he could really be himself behind.

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Additional Information

Glamour - Similar to Aphrodite’s blessing when she claims a child, this magical ability allows Michale to create clothes, do make up, and style hair on a person with a wave of his hand. He needs a clear idea of what he wants and the effect only lasts for a day, including the clothes, but otherwise functions similarly. This can be used both as a blessing or a curse, one he uses liberally if someone he considers under his wing is wronged.

Theme Song: Confident

Extra Information:
Past Post
Egyptian Pantheon: Nekhbet
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Of Blood and Magic

Interacting with: @Hero@Scribe of Thoth

Varis had all but forgotten Eris had a waif following him. He took the time to cast a critical eye back over the mage, once again disappointed in Alderman. Dark, brooding, and probably more than content to fade into the background. Not without its charm for some, Varis wouldn’t have tolerated that behavior longer than it took Aldeman to introduce himself. He felt something akin to jealousy. Breaking that mage would have been far more challenging than the boy. Maybe he’d borrow Alderman when he was in a particularly good mood. Eris would be more than happy to occupy the boy for a day or two while Varis picked this one apart.

Varis was shaken from his musing when Eris reintroduced his agent, eyebrow cocked in disapproval at the overbearing expression on the man’s face. Coupled with the distasteful outfit the man seemed determined to flaunt―never mind Eris spent an entire evening detailing why this look was far more practical during events. Eris indulged the modern world far too much as it was in the Count’s opinion―Varis couldn’t help but wonder why it was this sibling that made the delivery. At least the other one knew how to mind her manners in public. How they act behind closed doors in the Samael household was one thing; doing it in public was an entirely different story.

“Was there a reason you didn’t send for the quality sibling?” Varis asked the actor dryly as the duffle bag passed hands. Varis originally assumed it was some new designer toy the actor got his hands on but that would be too simple for Eris. No. Instead, Varis mustered every ounce of strength he had not to bear fangs at the thing Eris dragged out of the bag. He did let a sneer make it’s way onto his lips and a scoff wormed its way out of his throat. “While I have a few concerns about your new interest in rats, I concur with your courier selection.”