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Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Aw shit, here we go again edition)

@He Who Walks Behind You're shitting me!?

Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Aw shit, here we go again edition)

@He Who Walks Behind You can look up face claims of Russian ethnicity and work from there.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location • Apollo Cafe
Time • 8AM-8:30AM
Interactions • Gus @Lionhearted;
Mentioned: Dallas the Stalker @Plank Sinatra, Felix @jetipster, Beau @Crimson Flame}

Vivian was nearly back to her usual self thanks to the muffin that was now doing its magic inside her. She didn’t put anything that special into them. She baked them with love and whenever Nadine came to pick them up early in the morning, she hoped that the feeling of warmth overtook whoever bought one. As it was for her right now, though she normally emits a small wave of magical endorphins that actually subdues bad thoughts and emotions to increase a more positive vibe one might have.

The teen gazed at Gus. That was an easy name to remember. Gus, like the famous Roman Emperor who was the son of Julius. Vivian remembered that from one of last year’s history lessons from one of the Librarians of Knowledge’s lectures. She couldn’t remember which one though. Not like it was important. What was important was not getting sidetracked. She didn’t have the time to distract herself with her thoughts, which was to say she could easily do it if there was a reason for her to do it. But no, Gus was nice enough for her to put all of what remained of her undivided attention on him.

“Huh?” She came back to Planet Apollo Cafe. “I mean, not usually. This morning’s just been a long one. After last ni--” Two things stopped Vivian from completing that sentence. Number one was the strict non-disclosure agreement she made with the staff to not speak of what really happened at Dallas’ party last night. And the second was the vibration of her cell in her pocket and it went off multiple times in a row, annoying the blonde to no extent and it was quite visible. “I’m sorry, just hold that thought.”

And as she read it, she got a flurry amount of text messages from Dallas. She rolled her eyes at the sheer amount but laughed. Her idiot brother was lucky she was already up. Had she gotten these while still asleep, she wouldn’t have appreciated his energy. She usually was up at this time, but still! Although, what he said made her raise an eyebrow and something in her made her turn her head to glance around the cafe. And there he was on the opposite end of the cafe, sitting at a table with Felix Bellville and the glamorous Son of Aphrodite.

“Oh my god, how does he--” Vivian went from only mildly annoyed to freaking out in front of Gus. “Sorry again! My brother sent me some text messages and now he’s over there with a few of his friends -- or, at least I think they’re his friends.” Oh, Gods, why did she say that? Now he’ll know who her brother is. She didn't know if he would want to introduce himself or not, not that it would even be a problem or anything. Maybe she shouldn't overthink it. There was nothing to overthink, right?

Vivian tried not to look over that way, mainly hoping Dallas wouldn’t notice that she was just a few yards away. Dad forbid he see her with a boy. If he was overprotective normally, she had no doubt he’d go into overdrive mode the second he saw her with a boy, even though they just met.

Academy 003: Seeds of Change (Superhuman School/Aw shit, here we go again edition)

This looks positively gay.

Count me in.

Olympus Academy // A School For Demigods and Demigoddesses — Recruitment Thread

@neophyte Hey there! yeah, the son of Heph is still open. :)

Camp Red Arrow

@Jordan said I could replace Kai with this character cause I wasn't feeling Kai all that much when I tried and sit down to write for him.

So I'm posting him here for review. :)

Kavi Salvador

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^{(FC: Joseph Marco; Dialogue: Teal)}
♫ Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║ 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Kavi Antonio Salvador

Date of birth:

November 1st.

Age (at the time of Camp):

17

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Kavi, though he has been known to be referred to as Kav. Don’t ever call him Tony under any circumstance.

Grade:

Junior going on Senior.

T-Shirt Size:

Medium

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Nikai Jin Chen | Father
Veronica Valerie “Vivi” Salvador | Mother

Mailing Address:

8724 Lewis River Rd, Palm Beach, FL 33446

Phone number:

1(561)-615-9177.

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Slide into his DMs. You’ll talk first.

What is your race/ethnicity?

Polenesian (Chinese, Korean, Maori), Ecudorian, Russin, German

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Nikai Jin Chen | 1 (561)-615-8521 | Father
Veronica Valerie “Vivi” Salvador-Chen | 1 (561)-615-2231

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

Does bullshit count?

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

Heavy on the narcissism and has a borderline god complex.

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

Needs to be reminded he isn’t hot shit. Requires a demanning every 24 hours.

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

Hair // Dark Brown and naturally wavy. No hair product necessary.
Eyes // Hazel brown
Body Statistics // Despite his obvious young age, Kavi is fairly more muscular than a majority of kids his age. This isn’t to say he has rippled abs like those models in commericals, but due to his daily body conditioning done through his training and being physically active in sports, which almost always require him to lift weights, work out, and condition his body, he is better off than most who might be his age. His body is naturally tanned from both sides of his family but notably his father’s since his father is a tad darker than his mother. Kavi does stand at about six feet even and roughly is about 185lbs.
Clothing Style // Kavi almost embodies what is stereotypically associated with “fuck boys”. His posture, his tastes in women, mannerisms -- all of it points to someone who would dress the part. It could be anything from jeans and a white shirt or something hipster-esque, but that really isn’t the important part. Kavi is all about name brand. Gucci and the like is what attracts him. He is, at the base, a superficial bitch when it comes to fashion.
Scars, Piercings, and Tattoos // There aren’t any features to note other than his two earlobes are pierced.

Quirks:

• Probably smokes a little more than he should (not limited to just cigarettes, either)
• slightly emotionally unstable/unpredictable
• Anger issues off the yimyam!

Hobbies:

• Working out
• Smoking
• Sex is a pretty relaxing hobby
• Bending the rules over the table and seeing what fun he can have with it.
• Movies and acting. What can Kavi say? He's a showman through and through.

Aspiration(s):

"My aspirations? Seriously? This is a camp, right? I'm just here to get away from my normal life and have a bit of fun, but if this is a requirement, I actually want to be an actor. Yeah I know, kind of a shocker, but let's just say being in the spotlight and being admired by millions is pretty damn appealing to me. Besides! I'm pretty athletic and I'm pretty damn serious about keeping my body in tip-top condition. So as far as I'm concerned, using that as an in to Hollywood doesn't seem so bad. They like hot people and I'm just a few months away from being able to legally call myself a hot man."

Fear(s):

Kavi's one fear is that nobody will actually admire him and that he'll peak in high school. He wants to be great and do great things, but there are so many like him that don't reach their full potential and stay where they are at because of a lack of sincerity. Maybe that's it. Maybe Kavi thinks he doesn't have sincerity in his bones. Of course, this is something he'll never openly admit because, as his cousin would say, "ya better miss me with that gay shit".

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Swimming in any form. Growing up in Palm Beach made him a lover of any form of water.
✔ The outdoors in all forms
✔ A little thing called punching people who piss him off.
✖ Overseasoned food
✖ People who take life too seriously
✖ Cats. As a dog loyalist, he is obligated to dislike cats despite them being almost too cute to hate.

Brief history:

Kavi's life has, well, it's been pretty fucking great. He has no complaints. He was born to two parents who, despite their quirks, have been pretty amazing to him. His father, Kai Chen, is a retired surfer who owns a franchise of surf apparel shops all along the east coast and some even in the west. As far as his mother, who some just call Vivacious Vivi (big ew from Kavi), she owns a majority of the tattoo parlors in Southern Florida. With the absence of Kat Von D in SoFlo, she found an opening. Collectively, his parents are worth about 9.5 million. And to think that they live in one of the richest gated communities of Palm Beach known as Crown Heights. Kavi literally feels like a king, though some would refer to him as a chump. Kavi also has a kid sister named Nikki. She's about three years younger than him and the bane of his existance. Right now, she's a goody-two-shoes and doesn't hesitate to lecture Kavi on when she thinks he's doing something bad. And, of course, whenever that happens, Kavi ignores her.

Kavi's always loved the outdoors for as long as he could remember. Growing up by the beach, hanging out with the likes of his cousin Marisol and Archer made it possible for him to enjoy the good life with the right people. Whether it's surfing, getting into trouble with the quote unquote
"Misfits of Kings", you knew there were going to be a lot of good times to be had. Though Kavi is more senior to their junior, he still likes to have fun with them. He likes to party with them, he likes to smoke with them, and when the craving comes calling, he likes to raise a little hell with them. There's nothing Kavi Salvador wouldn't do if it meant a good time was at the end of the tunnel. Sucks what happened to Sonny, though. Dude just had to get caught, now didn't he?

And as a lover of adventure, Camp Red Arrow has been a recurring thing for Kavi since he was fourteen. Now seventeen, he's finally been able do what he's always wanted to: be the boss of a bunch of little shits who have to do what he tells them to do. That's right! Kavi's a first-year counselor now and all should fear the Kavmeister! What he says goes. Bow before your king! Bow, ya little shits!

Extra information:

This will be Kavi's first year as a counselor but his third overall year at Camp Red Arrow

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Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

_{Location • Bonfire Party — VIP Lounge/Bar Interactions • Jade @NeoAJ; Bartender @Hero}

As she had slowly sipped the pina colada that was watered down on a coaster in front of her just as fast, Andrea seemed to be deep in her own thoughts. If someone had approached her, she wouldn’t have heard them. Truth be told, the more she thought about this island and the parties that may or may not be had, the more she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to her mother. At the time, sure it was a triumphant moment to tell her off and get in the last word, but when she was alone and actually had time to reflect, she felt horrible about how she treated her. Even though she knew her mother came from the right place, the two of them being nearly the exact same meant that they were prone to verbal arguments that put Presidential debates to shame.

And now she was alone, barely even focused on the fun she could be having with all the cute boys and girls who tried to approach her. At least five seemed to try and get her attention, but Drea wasn’t having any of it. Usually, she would literally be on top of them in some fashion. Maybe her mind wasn’t in it or maybe she did make the mistake of not reconciling with her mother before boarding her plane. It wouldn’t have taken long to apologize, but again, Andrea was Viola Banks’ daughter through and through. Too stubborn to apologize and too proud to admit when she was wrong. Always had to be right.

“Sometimes I hate being a Banks.” Drea murmured to herself, downing whatever remained in her cup and snapped her fingers for another.

As the refill came, she was out of her own head and it was just in time because she had turned around to see Jade just a few paces away from her. She turned her frown upside down if not to save face. She didn’t if time could slow down, but seeing her waltz in that dress sure made whatever sour mood she had been in turn surprisingly sweet.

“No, they’re not taken at all.” She sweetly smiled at Jade, gesturing towards the seat to her left. “A Crown Whiskey. Neat.” Andrea said to the bartender, taking full control of the situation as only she could when she flipped that particular switch on. "So, I didn't see you stroll in with Dax and Zay. SEems like I wasn't the only one who decided to come solo."

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location • Olympus Academy Infirmary
Time • 1:23 AM - 2:00 AM
Interactions • Dr. Angela Harris (NPC); Dallas (Mentioned) @Plank SInatra}

While the rest of her classmates who were present at the party had returned to the comfort of their apartments and slept in their comfortable bed, Vivian, per the orders of Anastasia, escorted the young sun child to the infirmary. She initially fought Ana on it. She felt as fine as she could. She had one of the worst headaches she ever had, which she knew was a direct result of the ungraceful bump she took from the tree she met face first. But she was fine. Nothing was wrong. She could sleep it off, but Anastasia insisted with force and a smell that bound Vivian’s hands to her side.

How embarrassed she felt when Ana proved her dominant nature wasn’t just for show as she was carried over the woman’s shoulder and into the capable hands of Dr. Angela Harris, alumni of Olympus Academy and the head nurse of O.A. She also happened to be the Daughter of Paeon, the official Physician of the Gods. She was bestowed the unlimited and ever-growing knowledge of herbal medicine as well as the art of modern and supernatural healing.

At the infirmary, there were many beds made available to any student who may, at any point, suffer an injury either from training or whatever activity they may be involved with. Should those who work for Angela deem them too injured to continue, they were to be rushed to the infirmary and treated for as long as Angela says. Despite her dainty form, she can be as gentle as a mother comforting her hurt cub or she may have the fearsome fury like that of the King of the Gods himself. It is a necessary trait to have when treating Demigods.

Angela was made available at all hours of the night and not even five minutes after arriving, the tales of horror she had heard from her friends about how scary Angela Harris was. A lot of people say she had one eye that was so long that it would stretch almost three years with the eye being so crimson it looked like a literal blood eye. But, as she walked in and came into light, even with her vision somewhat compromised, Vivian didn’t see anyone who matched the tales description of her. She was of average height, looked a lot younger than Vivian thought she would be, but nothing about her screamed danger. Angela Harris was quite beautiful. She had a youthful face and a warm smile. Her eyes relaxed Vivian. Brown as they were, she saw life in them and every muscle in her stopped tensing up.

“Vivian--” Angela’s voice was soothing to the blonde. “Vivian Lucasta...L-Cah-Stah…” She pronounced Vivian’s last name. “Did I say that correctly?”

She nodded. “I’m sorry that I have such a weird last name,” Vivian apologized, laughing awkwardly. She still was in a state of shock that Angela was so ...personable. “You know…”

“Hm?” Angela cut her off, eyes as wide as when Vivian herself hears her name being called.

“Oh, I only meant to say you aren’t at all what my friends say.”

And that earned her a big fit of laughter that lasted a little longer than it needed to. “I don’t know why those rumors started about me. So I had to play mean doctor with a few rowdy patients. Doesn’t mean I’m evil. Sooo, I had to pretend that I would send them to the underworld if they didn’t let me insert a needle into their arm? It’s not like Hades would do me that one, tiny favor.”

As she went on, Vivian suddenly felt herself sinking lower and lower into the bed. It was one thing hearing the tales from others, but for her to hear almost word for word was mindboggling. Viv’s first thought was, of course, if she actually meant it. And if she did, then was Vivian the next one using the express route to the Underworld? And if Angela didn’t mean it, then that just meant her sense of humor was right up there with those who post 9/11 memes online.

“I..can I go now?” Her voice was low but Angela was able to hear her through her rant.

“Huh? What? No.” Angela pulled a chair beside the bed Vivian was laying on. “Sia told me you hit your head.” She mumbled as she began flashing a light emitted from her fingertip in Vivian’s right eye and then came the left. “Well, your pupils are slightly dilated.” She nodded as though she did it to check off some list she had that Vivian didn't know about. “If you wouldn't mind, please lean forward.”

That part of the check-up went by so fast that Vivian didn’t have time to process any of it in time. So, being the confused girl that she was, Vivian did the only thing that made sense to her: do what her doctor tells her to do.

As she sat up and leaned forward, Angela put her hands along the front and back of Vivian’s neck and slowly rubbed her collarbone. “Well, there doesn't seem to be any fractures. Good,” she mumbled.

Angela was now doing the same to Vivian’s head. As she continued to rub slowly and gently, she took her time. It wasn’t until she stopped near Vivian’s ears that her neutral expression that had given the blonde demigoddess comfort had disappeared and a troubled look soon set in and worry was now the dominant emotion in Vivian Lucasta’s mind.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, panicking on the inside.

“It’s...nothing.”

And yet, the hesitation did nothing to quell Vivian's growing worry. “Tell me, am I...going to die?”

When Vivian was on a high, she was abnormally high, but when she was faced with even the slightest amount of bad news, better believe she was going to go so low that her mind entertains very dark thoughts.

“What?!” Angela was genuinely taken by surprise at Vivian’s question. “No, don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. I’m curious about something.” Angela backed up a few inches.

“What?”

“How long has your head been hurting?” She asked Vivian.

Vivian shrugged. “I don’t know. I've always had headaches. They tend to come and go at random times.”

Angela hummed curiously, looking at Vivian with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a long minute, she shrugged as well. “I suppose this will be a question for another day.” She stood up and placed her hands on her hips and nodded down at Vivian. “Okay, so rest up here and you’ll be woken up when it’s time for you and the others to meet with the Headmaster and Headmistress.”

“Oh okay!” Vivian smiled for Angela, though part of her was still puzzled about her interest in her headaches.

_{Location • En-route to the nearest Apollo Cafe → Eventually makes it!
Time • 6:30 AM - 8:00 AM
Interactions • Boy at Apollo Cafe @Lionhearted}

As morning would arrive and after Vivian and the others left the private meeting from the Headmaster/Mistress’ office, though she didn’t particularly share the anger the others felt, she could understand. They were being offered up as the fall-guy in the event they were to talk to anyone about what happened last night. Vivian more felt bad for Dallas and the others. They saved the school from certain doom and, though they were praised for their bravery, their reward was a threat of expulsion and swore to secrecy.

Safe to say most of those who fought the shadow creatures weren’t all that happy. Vivian, being one of the few who didn’t fight and instead ran away and watched from the sidelines, didn’t know what to feel. Should she feel anger because she was included in the batch of students who got treated the same even though a few of them, like Vivian, didn’t do much of anything? Or maybe she was more understanding of the rules and would do anything not to threaten her tenure at Olympus Academy? Honestly, Vivian wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment. The only thing she wanted to do was focus on today and get through her classes later on the best that she could.

So the Daughter of the Sun put a bright smile on and went about her morning as though nothing had happened.

She was closing in on an Apollo Cafe that was somewhat near where she was, but then she felt a throbbing pain surge through the entirety of her head, causing her to wince incredibly in pain and fall to a knee as she gripped her head. During the ten seconds the immeasurable agony lasted, Vivian saw glimpses of ...something. She saw the campus of Olympus but it was from afar. She saw the Hestia Building in view and she heard laughs.

But that was it. Before she could hear or see anything past that, Vivian’s pain started to slowly subside and her headache faded away after a minute. But the feeling of dread? Or whatever it was -- that stayed with her. The rate at which her heart was beating was high -- it was almost too high for her to hope to stay calm. Vivian had visions before. They were short and often not that far into the future, but what she saw just now felt like it was months away, yet why did she suddenly feel as though it wasn’t?

“I..I need a muffin.” She panted, running her way to the nearest Apollo Cafe.

And that’s what she did. Vivian ran as though her life depended on the familiar comfort of her famous blueberry muffins that she baked for the cafes. Something so personal to her and baked out of love was just what she needed right now. She knew it was the only thing that would calm her frantic state right now. So when she burst through the doors and rushed to the counter, the usually patient Vivian wasn’t present at the moment. She demanded it and the person working the register wasn’t about to deny the rare inpatient Vivian Lucasta what she desired.

As the butter she spread on the muffin melted, it worked like magic. Her heart rate lowered to a manageable BPM and she took a seat at a table where someone else, someone she didn’t know, was sitting. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you..” She looked at the incredibly handsome guy sitting across from her who had some type of journal out. “I don’t think I know you. Are you new? I’m Vivian, Daughter of Apollo.” She held out her hand, which still had buttery crumbs of the blueberry muffin she had just devoured on them.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Crimson Flame So in all honesty, the only issues there are horizontal lines coding that irks my ocd but that's mostly me. As a character, I like him. He's got the makings of someone who could add an interesting element to the cast. So as far as i'm concerned he's accepted and you can move him over to the CHAR tab whenever is most convenient for you. :)

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