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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Lukas Aerin Cresswell

_{"It only takes moments to destroy. It's easy, anyone can do it. It's so much harder to make something whole once again."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Lukas Aerin Cresswell ∞ Luke ∞ Lukey ∞ Medic! ∞ Doctor's Note ∞ Ray (Of Sunshine) ∞ Dr. Feel Good A G E 9th of November - Seventeen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual/ Gay Leaning N A T I O N A L I T Y German P R O V E N A N C E Cologne; Germany ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 11" Weight: 145lbs Hair: ∞ Light-brown ∞ Dark-blonde Eyes: ∞ Grey/ Blue (Normal) ∞ Gold (Healing Powers) Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Mesomorph Body Marks: ∞ Freckles across the bridge of his nose, and slight dusting on either cheek ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Dorian Underwood, Jaidyn Michael Murphy, Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Apollo (God of the Sun) Mother: ∞ Claire Cresswell (Biological Mother) Siblings: ∞ Fiamma Giannulli (Older Sis) ∞ N/A (Yet) ∞ N/A (Yet) L E G A C Y Eir (Norse Goddess & Valkyrie of Healing) P E T S ∞ Sunny; a black-spotted Bengal cat ∞ Poe; Raven from Apollo ∞ Gyr; Hawk from Apollo O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Anything and everything to do with music ✔ Studying and researching medicine ✔ Organization, order, control ✔ Trying new and different things. He'll try anything at least once ✔ Training with his Spear and Shield or bow ✔ Helping others succeed, caring for injuries ✔ Any kind of gaming. (Is always the healer or support) ✔ Sunny days in any temperature ✔ Playing Chess against children of Athena ✔ Talking people through problems or issues ✔ Watching medical dramas, or binge watching them ✔ Any and all forms of coffee. None of that decaf though D I S L I K E S ✘ Disrespect of medical facilities ✘ Anyone who says "I'm fine" after an injury without treatment ✘ All who wish harm on others for no reason ✘ Decaf coffee, why ruin coffee? ✘ Disorganization, especially in the medical tent ✘ Medics who think they're children of Ares ✘ Consuming alcohol or drugs not related to medicine ✘ Chasing down campers to force them to take medication ✘ Being told he doesn't care about his patients ✘ Talking about his past before camp ✘ Google medical degree self diagnose experts ✘ Total Darkness ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Empathetic | Caring | Haunted | Perfectionist | Perseverance | Layered | Healing One of a kind. Though so is everyone when you get down to brass tacks. Lukas is a mesh of a few of his biggest influencers. His mother, his step-parents, teachers, and the campers of Half-blood. He's a very affable person, willing to give anyone a moment of his time to talk to and listen to what they have to say, although he doesn't go out of his way to talk to others unless they look like they could use the company. He plays at the edges of conversation, attentive and polite but non-engaging until directly addressed. He likes to find his place in a conversation before jumping in and taking stock of everyone else first. He doesn’t like the spotlight, preferring others to shine. He's the honest type, not to a brutal level but he was raised to tell the truth and doesn't see the good in telling someone a lie. However, he isn't naive and can navigate white lies well enough. For the big stuff, he has a simple philosophy. He would rather someone tell him the truth than spare his feelings. To him, if he found out later it would make the situation worse knowing a friend told him something to protect his feelings. As stated before Lukas prefers to skirt the edges of conversation which means he neither likes nor covets being the center of attention and as a result isn't really very assertive nor a push-over. Neither a leader nor a follower Lukas does his best to articulate his opinion on a situation and is very comfortable allowing someone else to make the final call, though he will argue his points if he believes in them strongly enough. He's a bit of an enigma with those things and can make larger groups complicated for him if there’s not a regimented pecking order. Lukas had a brief run-in with depression during his younger pre-teen years where he spent a lot of time on the street hustling and doing what he could to get by. He suffered greatly and was forced to grow up quickly. It used to be one of his greatest flaws and he still sometimes struggles with it though now he is a lot more secure about himself and focuses on that instead of the past. This also can be a detriment as he closes off when he does this, hyper-focusing on one issue to get through whatever triggered him. Speaking of closing off, Lukas is quite an escapist when it comes to things he can't control. He was raised, when he was finally escorted to camp, in strict rules settings and when he was a young teen he rebelled heavily at every rule possible. He matured out of the tantrums and rule-breaking quickly though and instead started using music as a form of escapism when the world got too stressful or the walls started to close in. He has since evolved into using daydreams, and a form of meditation by watching others succeed. Lukas skirts the line for the most part when it comes to his outward show of agreeableness. While overall cooperative, he can get quite competitive as well, a need to prove himself manifesting from his childhood along with a shot of not wanting to let his family down. He's tactful and edges over the line to be too agreeable, as he does care a bit too much what others think of him and how he presents himself. He's used to bullies, but it's the people that seem like they're friendly that he focuses on. What do they really think of him? This feeling isn't overwhelming but always in the back of his mind as a thought during social engagements. He is a very neat person, taking pride in the organization, cleanliness, and structure of all his activities. His room is almost always spotless and that is mirrored in his appearance, work, sports, and really all of his doings. While not to the level of someone with OCD, Lukas does have a system and can be thrown off if that system is disrupted or disturbed. He can often time be seen tidying up the Apollo cabin or the medical facilities. Lukas is also an extremely sympathetic person, and his ability to be empathetic is far beyond his years. He respects even those that bully him or have bullied him and does his best not to judge. Temper sometimes gets the better of him and he will defend himself but he tends to feel bad about it later and always tries to mend broken fences instead of leaving planks laying on the ground. He's highly analytical and likes to think of the many reasons why something occurred instead of allowing his emotions to boil over. He's not perfect though, and when he does lose control it takes a bit to regain it, almost like a solar flare. He’s extremely neutral, trying to make all sides of an argument feel like they’ve ‘won’ and his ability to mediate is unnatural. Speaking of anger though, Lukas for the most part rarely does get angry. A combination of his empathy and analytical mind. Throw in a few other ingredients such as his escapist attitude and control over himself and you have a relatively stable and cooled-down person. Don’t let that fool you, however, though hard to do if you do manage to piss off this child of Apollo, you had better prepare your aloe vera and sunblock because you will get burned. There’s a lot of dueling factors with his personality. He’s calm and pacifying while also being brave and assertive. He’s fun and lighthearted while also being intelligent, logical, and grounded. He’s laidback while also being responsible and hardworking. He’s insecure but not melodramatic. He’s very caring and protective but not pushy. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y In Germany, there is a lovely city of Cologne and within that city exists the neighborhood of Deutz. Within this neighborhood resides the Cresswell family, a family of professors, archaeologists, researchers, and academics. The Cresswell family prided themselves on being multi-cultured, boasting bloodlines to Norse, Greek, and Roman figures in history. This rich bloodline is what prompted the family business to be so heavily engrained into studying that rich history. One member however was going to get so much more. While on a dig in Greece, Claire Cresswell would meet one of the most charming and beautiful men she had ever met. She was entirely swept off her feet and after a few more drinks, some final comments, and an entire night spent under the stars and well... The rest is history. Claire ended up becoming pregnant after the engagement. She knew that the child was special, knew somehow that the man she had been with was someone more. She was proven correct when the God visited her in Germany, a surprise visit to spend more time with this mortal he quite enjoyed time with. He hadn't been surprised to see she was pregnant and the two spent the entire week together, other than his quick absences to deal with 'business'. Knowing all of this made Claire not only grateful but willing to be a single mother with the promise of Apollo visiting when possible. She wasn't naive and knew that it would mostly be a solo job but so long as her child knew their father she would be content. Lukas was born eight months later with no complications and radiating health. The doctors were even perplexed at how easy the birth had gone and studied the case for years to come, finding nothing. Lukas was moved to the Cresswell Manse a week later and began living life, which for a baby meant three things really. The picture of health followed him, and he grew from baby to toddler to pre-schooler. Lukas was a bright and energetic child, always having the energy to do some activity. And once he learned to walk, it was over for the poor young mother and the other members of the family, forced to chase the boy around the park. Life was good but like all other good things, it eventually had to come down. Lukas was eight years old when Cresswell Manse caught fire and destroyed so much. Lukas was helped out by his nanny but his mother, along with most others perished from the fire or complications of smoke inhalation soon after. Out of the five Cresswell family members living in the Manse, one survived and was recovering from heavy burns in the hospital. Care of Lukas was transferred to a cadet branch of the family in New York. The change was striking for the once carefree and life-loving boy. He took to silence mostly, keeping his thoughts to himself only speaking if directly spoken to or questioned. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to heal. It took three years to get back to a semblance of what he was but once again the fates seemed to be against him. His Aunt and Uncle were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver on their way home from a show in the city. Lukas was once again taken from the home and placed with a foster family until other arrangements could be formed. On the first night, the eleven-year-old ran away. It was a mistake of course, but for young Lukas, he just needed to getaway. It took time to adjust to life on the street. It was the worst time in his life, but he got through it. He was arrested on his Twelfth birthday and taken to the county juvenile center. Instead of the foster agency coming to get him, Lukas was given to his father... The introduction to the God of the Sun was a complicated mess of emotions and Lukas blew up on the God, almost literally, his powers beginning to manifest now that Apollo claimed him fully. It was quick which would tell anyone who knew young Demi-gods just how pissed off the boy was. All Apollo did was to place a hand on the lad's shoulder and suddenly everything seemed so much better. Apollo spent the rest of the day talking and speaking before meeting with his sister Artemis and a few of her huntresses in Central Park. Father and son take a final moment before the huntresses escort him to Camp Half-blood. Once at camp, Lukas kept mostly to himself, becoming a rebel and bucking rules. A problem child he gave more than one Councillor and instructor headaches and had many people worried about him. But time is the ultimate healer and the routine of camp life helped scar over the rough patch and year after year Lukas got better and better. Even now, at Seventeen years of age, he hasn't totally gotten rid of everything. But with maturity comes closure and better ways of coping. Lukas just hopes that it's enough. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Eleven ⧿ Apollo (God of prophecy & oracles, music, song & poetry, archery, healing, plague & disease, & the protection of the young) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P Four Years ∞ Has collected four beads ∞ Arrived when he was twelve R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ Head Medic of the Infirmary W E A P O N S ∞ Alvitr and Goldscale - Spear/Shield combo (Disguased as a watch) ∞ Heartstrike - Recurve Bow (No disguise) A B I L I T I E S Lukas's abilities include: Biokinesis, Archery, Musical Aptitude, & Photokinesis 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Biokinesis : ۵ Inheriting his father's ability in Biokinesis, this is Lukas's strongest ability by far. Within Biokinesis he is proficient in three sub-categories. First is the control and formation of disease: With this sub-power, Lukas can eliminate disease from a patient he is able to touch or inflict them using the same method or by creating a physical application for his arrows. He is also able to create new diseases. His second sub-power is Hemokinesis: Lukas is able to slow or quicken blood flow, can stop it with intense concentration, and can change its makeup. Essentially allowing anyone to be a universal donor. He has also been known to use this power to calm exceptionally tense situations by lowering blood pressure and 'relaxing' people. His third and final sub-power and by far the strongest is Vitakinesis: His ability to heal is influenced by more than just his father, his Norse Legacy coming into play to strengthen the potency. With a physical touch, Lukas is able to sense current ailments and injuries on his patient, and then with a whispered prayer and music, he can restore the patient back to optimum health, without scarring or residual damage. This ability is Lukas's most used, explored, and trained power. When healing his skin gains a slightly golden hue and his pupils turn to a golden amber color. It should be noted that Lukas's healing lowers in potency during the night or within locations such as the Underworld cut off from the Light. Within these locations, his healing takes a toll on his own life force. Archery : ۵ Like most other children of Apollo, Lukas's Archery is on point as is his ability to shoot a basketball, throw a football, baseball, or any other ranged projectile. He is nowhere near on par with his siblings when it comes to his power, however, but ahead of many others. His bow is his go-to weapon should he be required to fight. Musical Aptitude : ۵ Lukas has the ability to pick up any instrument and instantly know how to play it. He has perfect pitch, a deep knowledge of musical theory, and an amazing singing voice that all comes naturally to him. He hardly needs to practice. His aptitude also allows for anyone who listens to hear what they would like even if he was singing or playing something else entirely. This ability is also known to be able to induce slight emotion based on the hearer is feeling at the time and what they hear. Photokinesis : ۵ A limited power for Lukas, but one that at times can be potent. The general application is that Lukas always seems to have a natural tan whether he spends time in the sun or not. His skin has a golden sheen of health surrounding it and can appear bronze-like in direct sunlight. His hair can sometimes be described as sun-like or 'waves of gold'. The active application is Lukas's ability to store the sunlight in his body and release it in a large burst around him. Lukas has no control over this power whatsoever and it has only manifested in times of emotional turmoil for him, or when he grows angry. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Lukas is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also German, Greek, and is learning Spanish. Can't stand Snakes due to a Curse on the Apollo kids. Is known to be able to quote any Monty Python skit from memory with voices. Secretly loves playing tank roles in games. Goes above and beyond for the younger campers. He loves performing for people. Will randomly break into song, usually Disney-related. Loves the snow even as an Apollo kid. T H E M E S O N G S "With you till the End" by Tomeee Profitt/Feat. Sam Tinnesz "New Life" by Thomas Bergersen Face Claim: Max Barczak | #DBA901

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Korbin Leonardo Aparo

_{"I have been running my entire life. I'm done, no more and if you test me, I will put you down."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Korbin Leonardo Aparo ∞ Kor ∞ Korey ∞ Leo ∞ Leon ∞ Aparo A G E 21st of July - Sixteen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual N A T I O N A L I T Y Italian, French, Greek P R O V E N A N C E Genoa ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 9" Weight: 181lbs Hair: ∞ Dark Brown Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Mesomorph Body Marks: ∞ Small tattoo of a raven on his right forearm. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single. Crushes: ∞ None Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ A few flings, nothing serious. F A M I L Y Father: Hypnos (God of Sleep) Mother: Catherine Aparo Siblings: ∞ Adeline Vos(Demigod Niece) ∞ Pierre (Demigod Nephew) ∞ N/A (Yet) L E G A C Y Odin (The All-Father) P E T S ∞ Farmaðr; a Black Raven ∞ Móðugr; a Black Wolf O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming (Computer generally) ✔ Star Wars ✔ Listening to music ✔ Swimming ✔ Running ✔ Lord of the Rings ✔ Game of Thrones ✔ Training ✔ The Cold ✔ The Norse Pantheon ✔ Hunting ✔ Traveling D I S L I K E S ✘ Manticores ✘ His actual father ✘ Most of the Greek Pantheon ✘ Feeling and being weak ✘ Freezing, and in-action ✘ Being constantly on the run ✘ Being ignored ✘ Any reference to his mother ✘ Speaking about his past ✘ Being alone ✘ Those that prey on the innocent ✘ Judgemental people ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Virtuous | Ruthless | Self-less | Sly | Courageous | Distrustful | Brave To Be Written. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To Be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Fifteen ⧿ Morpheus (Greek god of Dreams, Son of Sleep) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P None ∞ Has collected no beads ∞ Yet to Arrive R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ None as of yet W E A P O N S ∞ Krasa - Celestial Bronze Spear, applies sonic and kinetic energy on impact, painful vibrations on human targets, a booming blast against monsters (Disguised as a large pen) ∞ Verja - Celestial Bronze Shield, impact resistant (No disguise) ∞ Twin Throwing Axes ∞ Twin Throwing Knives ∞ Boot Knife ∞ Back Up Axe ∞ Two-handed axe ∞ Armor A B I L I T I E S Korbin's abilities include: Mystiokinesis, Odikinesis, Hypnokinesis, & Telumkinesis 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Mystiokinesis : ۵ While able to use magic for anything to a lesser extent than many other demi-gods, especially the children of Hecate, Korbin's ability seems to be mostly defensive, wards and runes that protect himself from harm, negative magic, and annoyances. In addition, Korbin has a powerful command over the Mist, able to use it to prevent mortals from seeing or remembering anything. Odikinesis : ۵ A strange manifestation of the power gifted by Odin, Korbin's ability could really be described as something else entirely. For Korbin, it's all about calming people down with the ability or bolstering his allies fighting with him. His Odikinesis is specifically tailored to countering others manipulating his emotions while still inspiring others. This ability also tends to work directly with Korbin's Hypnokinesis and when in tandem can even drain children of War. Hypnokinesis : ۵ As the child of Sleep itself, Korbin's only power and most despised, despite its power is hypnokinesis. Korbin can put an individual to sleep instantly with a single touch. The type of sleep, the duration, and power can all be manipulated but he has no power over dreams themselves. Another manifestation of his power is an aura around him that drains and tires out anyone that comes into it that wishes harm on the Demi-god. This power has been shown to affect even powerful monsters. When working in tandem with Odikinesis, the power can even drain and exhausts the children of War. Korbin can also activate this ability at will to affect even those that do not wish him ill will and is always active while he is sleeping. This has caused his cabin in Norway to be routinely left alone due to the potent effects. Telumkinesis : ۵ Yet another power gifted by Odin, Korbin's manifestations of this power are simple in nature. The first is complete control over standard Norse weapons. This includes axes, knives, swords, shields, and bows that would be Norse or Viking in nature. Korbin understands and can use any of these weapons to a high skill level and can manipulate them in the air. The second manifestation is the ability to protect his own weapons from other Telumkinetics. It becomes a battle of wills, but with Korbin's other abilities, when he senses his weapons being attacked he can sense the direction and location of the attack and respond if needed. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Korbin is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Italian, French, and Old Norse. Has known of his abilities and history for ten years. Korbin has been fighting monsters hunting him for the same ten years. Helped by his mother. He is entirely ignored by his real father, Hypnos. Is Extremely more mature than his age suggests, but he loves trying to just be a kid. Suffers from PTSD. Has a deep bond with his adopted father Odin, and his wolf gifted by the Norse god. The Wolf and Korbin are dangerous when fighting together. Routinely speaks with, is helped by, and protected by Odin. Their relationship is extremely close. T H E M E S O N G S "LOST" by NF/Feat. Hopsin "Valhalla-Epic" by Samuel Kim Music Face Claim: Oscar Sam | 696969

Delbrook Academy High School

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"THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN! THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOOOOOWN!" From beneath blue and white covers, a hand suddenly shot out like a bullet from a pistol and slammed itself into the top of the insufferable alarm clock which had just been blaring out Thin Lizzy's song. The arm went limp and fell beside the bed after silencing the rude machine but a groan could be heard a few moments later and the bed shifted until with a large lurch of the covers it revealed a 17-year-old boy with disheveled dirty blonde hair and a sleepy look in his sea-colored eyes. The clock read 6 am and the boy, Riley quickly turned the machine off to prevent another outburst. Moving to his dresser he picked out a simple outfit, a white T-shirt with some sort of graphic printed on the front and a pair of dark blue jeans. He also put a change of clothes into a duffel bag for physical education and Football practice. For the final bits, he threw a pair of plain-looking shoes onto the floor below the clothes and trudged himself into his attached bathroom.

Shower, teeth brushing, hair combing, and the general get ready ritual was performed and Riley walked out wearing just his boxers and looked much more awake. As he was heading towards his clothes he stopped dead and suddenly ran over to a Gibson Songwriter Deluxe Guitar and threw open a folder laying on top of it. He made a few marks and smirked goofily to himself as he nodded and danced back over to his clothes and proceeded to literally dance into them. He was still dancing to the nonexistent music as he left his room, leaving it open and uncaring as he kept things straight and neat. He wasn't a clean freak per se, just his room really, while everything else was just sort of fly by the moment. He headed into the kitchen and smelled a motley assortment of breakfast foods and he smiled brightly, lighting up his face and he went to stand beside a petite elder woman finishing up a platter of sausage. "Jeez, went a bit overboard today Felicia?" He asked as he chuckled and then sat down at the table, proceeding to load up his plate with bacon, eggs, toast, and sausage. He received a tsk in reply from Felicia and Riley chuckled to himself as he poured some Orange Juice. He truly loved Felicia and considered her much more a mother than his own, who big surprise wasn't home. Not that Riley really cared if she was home or not anymore, but he still remembered when he was younger sitting at the door and waiting for her or his father to come home and always getting upset when they didn't.

"Can't have you going to school on an empty stomach Riley, besides it's the first day of your senior year! Are you excited?! I know I am, and I'm so proud of you." Felicia had this voice that just sort of soothed your soul, a bit of roughness that stated she knew the world for what it was but at the same time a calmness that let you know that she was going to protect you from that world for as long as she possibly could. Riley rolled his eyes and finished chewing a bite of food and glanced at her.

"I'm excited yes, but more to get it over with." That wasn't entirely true, he was looking forward to Football and improving his music a lot but he played it cool, no need to go overboard along with her. "Thank you though for breakfast Felicia." He felt her hug him around his neck and kiss the back of his head.

"Don't ever worry about it, sweet Riles. Don't forget your sweatshirt today, it's chilly." She chuckled and then went back to cleaning up the kitchen from her cooking. Riley finished his breakfast in that time and took his plate over to the sink near Felicia and hugged her again before checking the time and wincing.

"Got to run! Gonna be late on my first day." He ignored the advice about the cold, California to him simply couldn't be cold at all. He did run upstairs and grab a sweatshirt just in case any of the Delbrook kids went down to the beach. After stuffing the sweatshirt into his backpack he slung his satchel around his shoulder, coming to rest on his right side, and then carefully slung his guitar into place on his back. Satisfied that he was ready he took the stairs two at a time and called out a final goodbye to Felicia before launching himself out the door and into the chilly morning. He extricated all his belongings into the back of his Civic and then jumped into the driver's seat. Stretching, Riley checked to see if Vincent was around and then figured the other boy had just headed to their first day alone. Riley smirked and blasted some orchestral music that he had been arranging and backed out of the long driveway.

This occupied his attention all the way to school, though it was harder to concentrate as the traffic-filled more and more around him. Riley liked to pride himself on working in stressful situations but there came a point when there was just no hope. He turned off his music as he neared the High School and he smiled softly to himself as it came into view. One more year was to go down in the records book and then he would be a graduate. Time moved fast he thought as he did a quick checklist in his mind. Check-in with Coach, check-in with the theater director to see which musical was first this year, check-in with the band teacher and give him his latest thoughts on the orchestral piece he was working on, and then make it to homeroom on time. He swerved into the parking space in the almost empty Senior parking lot, got out, shot a wave to Daniel Murphy, loaded himself back up with his gear, and then sprinted towards the school buildings. He passed by a girl that he didn't recognize holding a map and he instantly wished he could stop and help her. Bleh, he figured he'd introduce himself later. He had a ton of things to accomplish before the first bell.

Somehow he managed to make it through all of his checklists with time to spare and so he walked into homeroom exactly five minutes after the first bell, and also sent a quick wave to the teacher whom he greeted in Spanish. Riley wasn't exactly fluent in the language, but he had taken the class a year previously and so knew at least enough to pass. He flashed a quick smile to everyone and waved before he took a seat in the back of the room like he preferred and leaned his guitar safely inside of its carry bag in the corner. It was a miracle that he had actually sat close to his assigned seat. The noise level in the room was actually pretty civil but that all stopped as Mr. McGregor came over the speaker, McGregor was someone Riley could really respect, an ex-marine he was well received by most students and so Riley had no issue with standing and reciting the pledge along with him. He groaned along with some others as he mentioned an assembly and he knew to prepare for an organized lecture. If it wasn't the first day he'd consider sneaking into the band room to work on his music but he knew he would have to just suffer through this one. Sitting back down, Riley took the opportunity before the assembly to glance around at the others in his class. There was the new girl that Riley had spotted earlier, Daniel whom he had waved at in the Senior parking lot, Molly West, and Nora Gales both of whom Riley liked a good bit. They both had attitudes about them that spoke that they could more than take care of themselves. Another new girl, and then the twins of course. Riley smirked a little Maria's way but didn't cause a scene. He'd see her in band class. Theodore was the next person Riley spotted, the other Senior looking bemused at the antics of Ignatius.

As they lined up fully and prepared to leave Riley spotted Monserad, the Bishop siblings, Natasha, the Lopez siblings, the Romano's (whom Riley tried to wave to), Anastasia, Elysia, Mitchell, and Ruby. It was quite a large home-room class but he like everyone. Granted there weren't many people in the school he didn't like or that didn't like him. I mean who turns down free treats right? The class made their way towards the middle of the school and into the impressive auditorium. The class stayed there for an hour, an hour of getting spoken to on how amazing the school was and how much fun they were going to have and by the end of it, Riley had quietly slipped out his notebook and was making adjustments to a few harmonies that kept getting away from him.

Finally, the assembly was at an end and the group was escorted down to the Lacrosse stadium. Riley didn't spend a ton of time down at this field. Occasionally he'd accompany Maria down to watch her brother play, but Lacrosse wasn't really his sport. It had one time inspired a rather fortissimo and rapid piece of music but other than that Riley stayed away from this section of the school. Eyeing the vendors, Riley shrugged and grabbed an iced coffee and then headed up into the stands where he took out his guitar and began working on yet another piece of music, this one much simpler and was no doubt something for himself. He closed his eyes as he plucked and sang along, occasionally stopping and going back to fix a spot and then start over again. He seemed quite content.

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"ASTOR! STOP IT, IT'S MYYYY TURN. YOU ALREADY USED THE BATHROOM!"

"GO USE LANDON'S JEEZ, I HAVE TO LOOK PERFECT OK!"

A loud bang followed by more shouting could be heard while inside a still darkened room, the muffled sound of French cursing and general grumbling could be heard getting louder and louder. When a door opened it sent light flooding into the room and suddenly bedsprings would be heard. Shooting out from the covers came the form of a seventeen-year-old who looked very much like a sociopathic killer. The young boy who had opened the door froze. He was small with rather adorable messy brown hair and hazel eyes. But he didn't look very adorable then, cowering into the floor as the form of his brother Landon Miland stood over him and glared at him wearing nothing but a simple pair of gray shorts. Doing his best not to growl Landon stared down at the boy. "Corbin, how many times have I told you -not- to come into my room in the morning? Hm? What if I was getting dressed?"

Corbin for his sake at least rolled his eyes and slowly stood from the curled-up ball and stared back at his brother now that he knew it wasn't a monster that was going to carry him into the afterlife. "But Astor won't let me in our bathroom, he's too busy looking 'perfect'. And besides, it's not like we haven't seen each other before, I mean we -are- brothers." Landon sighed and had to smile as he heard Astor's words and rolled his eyes as Corbin continued, life with younger brothers was chaotic and insane but honestly, for all their annoyances Landon loved them deeply and so he simply grumbled again and moved out of the way to allow Corbin into his private bathroom. He himself stretched and yawned, scratching his chest, and made his way outside into the hall where he started pounding on the other bathroom's door.

"Astor! You got ten minutes, I don't care if you look like that social worker in London." He giggled again as he heard his brother gasp in horror and he went back into his bedroom. The clock read 5:45 and he couldn't believe the demon children were up so early and already yelling at each other. He wondered if he could grab a few more minutes of sleep... That wasn't to be since he could hear Corbin slamming drawers and he groaned realizing the boy was going to have to use his toothbrush, whatever. He stood once more, his bed protesting as well at its owner's inconsistency. He slowly walked back into the hallway and waved haphazardly at his Uncle who just grinned like a schoolboy and headed downstairs. Landon rolled his eyes again and pounded on the bathroom door again. "Ten seconds Astor!" A panicked flurry of motion was heard and Landon knew that his brother was probably done anyway and just wanted to -make sure-. "Five seconds." Rapidly, the door opened revealing Astor, his hair styled to perfection, checkered button-up shirt in pristine condition, teeth gleaming, and the same striking sapphire-like eyes that Landon had staring back at him. Landon couldn't be mad and he hugged his brother to his side and bent down to his level. "Don't lock Corbin out again eh? You two share everything but this cursed bathroom, learn to live together. There are -two- sinks after all." Astor sighed but nodded and promised before also going downstairs.

Chuckling and shaking his head Landon wondered where the kid got his need to look 'perfect' from. Landon yawned once more and began his morning ritual. Luckily he had perfected it and had no desire to look 'perfect' and so he was done within twenty minutes. He walked back to his room in only a towel, his brown hair already curling and styling itself into a combed over style, and saw that Corbin had finished as well since Landon's bathroom door was wide open, a wet towel sticking to the floor, and his toiletries were spread all over the top of the counter. Growling again he dressed in his football jersey which had a large C printed on it, a pair of acid-wash blue jeans, and a gray sweatshirt which he stuffed under his arm. He also wore a black and blue pair of running shoes. He cleaned up his bathroom and then as usual went downstairs last. He was greeted with the usual chaos of breakfast in the Miland/Holloway House but his spot was untouched and a plate of eggs and bacon was safely protected with a paper towel. He sat down and gave a quick thanks to his Aunt Claire who was still slaving away to fix herself and her husband something.

This insanity continued for another thirty minutes until it was about 7:15. Then like last year, as if they had never stopped Wyatt yelled and herded the younger boys into the Chrysler and sped off towards the Middle School where he would drop Corbin and Astor off. That left Landon and his Aunt to relax and have a quick moment to themselves. "So, Landon. Senior Year huh, that's pretty crazy, almost finished with this chapter of your life bud." Landon wanted to roll his eyes but Claire was a really cool person and had done a lot for him.

"Yea, it'll be interesting for sure. I think we can make nationals this year in Football and Baseball, got a real solid team if everyone stays healthy. And Marco will no doubt be eyeing something for the swim team." That was Landon for you, sports was his life really. Well sports, and his grades since he wanted to get a scholarship. His Aunt just chuckled and nodded, used to her surrogate son's antics since she made it a point to be there for every single game so far which was hard and only made possible since she and her husband juggled so well.

"Well, you know I'll be there to support you every step of the way. Just try and be a kid also Landon, these are the best days of your life don't just play sports. I know you don't, you love it but just I don't know, make some other friends and explore. High School is the perfect place to really start finding yourself." Landon felt like his jaw had dropped, his Aunt actually made sense. His heartbeat funnily and he knew he had just had a 'moment' with Claire and he smiled softly at the woman.

"Thanks Aunt Claire, I'll try at least." He gave her a one-armed hug as he reached for his keys that were in a jar on the counter. He shouldered his Orange North face backpack and headed towards the front doors of his home. He headed to the far garage and smiled to himself as he pressed a button on his keyring. The garage door slowly opened to reveal Landon's pride and joy, a 1966 Mustang Fastback. He and his Uncle Wyatt had restored it during his Sophomore year and it ran like a charm. He loved it and thought he looked good driving the car around. Landon jumped in and then checked his text messages, surprised to see nothing so far from his coaches or any of the players. Then again, it was only the first day of Senior Year. He'd soon be swamped with messages from all the group chats he was in. He leaned back in his chair and truly enjoyed the ride. Soon enough he was pulling into the Senior parking lot. He recognized a good few people and gave a smile and wave if offered one or if he heard his name but otherwise he kept to himself. The mass of people at the gates reminded him that it really was the first day and the Freshman all looking awed made him chuckle a bit.

He finally managed to escape the throng and made it to Homeroom, where he greeted Ms. Goldman in perfect Spanish, French, and Italian rapidly before finding his seat in the homeroom. He waved to Riley as he entered and his face blushed just a bit. Riley had been his first crush in Eighth Grade and even now he looked just as cute as before. A few others trickled in and once again Landon would only smile or wave if it was offered first. Riley and then Marco being the only two exceptions. Sighing, Landon listened politely to the announcements even if his thoughts were currently on his emotional feelings and how he had kept them cut off in the last few years. As they left for the Auditorium Landon got a good look at the rest of his homeroom mates and noticed a large group of Lacrosse players. That would be interesting. It wasn't that the football team and the lacrosse team didn't get along. Really the two sports were played at different times in the year, but still.

The assembly was boring, as expected and Landon along with most other students were happy when it was over. As soon as they reached the Lacrosse field he was smiling widely and went to go find his friends and to sign-up for the rest of his sports since Football was already locked down. He watched as Riley headed up the bleachers with a coffee and was tempted to go say hello to his receiver but decided to instead get his signatures out of the way. He headed through the crowd until he ran into a group that consisted of Marco, Damian, Maria, Daniel, Sawyer, and Ruby. He was just getting there after Ruby and he heard her ask, "I can't believe you'd skip breakfast, Damien. Hey, any specific recommendations from Brandon?" Landon glanced from person to person and then seemed to gravitate towards Marco's side as he waved. "Hey guys, getting ready to sign-up for everything? It might be me but the carnival looks larger than usual." He gave a shrug and smiled at Maria.

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It was early, the darkness still clinging to the coastal city of Long Beach. However, while the darkness was attempting to retain its hold the signs of daybreak became obvious and the world began trapped in the tiny space between dark and light. 'Stomp', 'stomp', 'stomp', 'stomp', came the sound of running shoes, and entering into the picturesque scene came Chloe Arkinson, earbuds in and a determined look upon her face. It was Chloe's favorite time to run when the California streets and sidewalks were quiet and empty for the most part. It was like another world during this time and quite calming. It let the seventeen-year-old think easily while also getting in the exercise she needed. As she came to a brief stop to enjoy the scenery she began to shadowbox an invisible enemy, performing quick upper-cuts and hooks before a one-two sequence of jabs made her confident her enemy would be hurting. Then she continued, only glancing down at her watch to check the time before letting the world fall away again. She had plenty of time, and besides this morning was different. She had a contact to speak with.

Chloe continued to run for another hour and arrived at the beach. The light had finally claimed territory and was now locked in an eternal struggle for control. Chloe paid no attention to such forces and instead grabbed a water bottle from her bag that had been strapped tight against her chest. Also within the bag was a new notebook and a selection of pens. She glanced around the beach and smiled at the other people who also enjoyed coming out at this time of the day. Stretching, Chloe gave out a sigh and after ensuring each joint was taken care of went limp and chuckled to herself. It was a rough routine and a long run but she loved it but she was looking forward now to getting back home for a shower. She was just starting to stir to get her supplies together when a voice called out. It sounded hesitant and weak but was distinctly male, almost like a larger-sized mouse. Chloe smirked and turned to see a man dressed in a maintenance uniform of some sort. He was tall, with brown hair and a mousey overbite that seemed to truly make him look like a human variant of rodent. Within his hands was a manilla envelope that Chloe focused on instead of the man's features. "Good morning. You're Mr. Palmer correct? My name is Samantha, we spoke briefly on the phone. The recognition flashed across Palmer's face and he started shaking, his arm first and then his hand.

"I-uh. I-erm." He stuttered, looking around and gulped which made his adam's apple move up and down. Chloe forced a comforting smile despite her true feelings and relaxed a bit while Palmer worked on his words. "I could g-g-get fired for this you know." The stutter had been there on the phone as well and Chloe felt a surge of pity for the man. His life, especially in school could -not- have been fun. She sighed and pulled out a pen and tilted her head towards the man, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Mr. Palmer, we had a deal and here I am outside at this time of day to meet you so you would be calm. This was your idea but now I'm involved and I always finish my story SO. I can continue to do this with you and work along with your own experiences so the court of public opinion pities you as I do and you can go on and get a new job. OR I continue this investigation myself without your help and your name is also attached to the company that you work for that sends barely edible and sometimes expired foods to public schools to fix for the children of Orange County. Because Mr. Palmer, I'm a very good investigator and I will find enough information with or without you. So? Which shall it be?" Chloe had spoken in an emotionless voice, one that she had been training with for exactly this kind of situation. Witnesses could be extremely annoying or exceptionally helpful but oftentimes they needed a push. Mr. Palmer was no different and after hearing her words his whole body shook and his eyes bugged out, which didn't help his appearance. He now sort of resembled a large Sloth but he handed over the envelope and then turned and quickly waddled away. "A pleasure Mr. Palmer! Have a great day!" Her voice turned into cheerleader mode and Chloe chuckled as she stuffed the envelope into her bag. She had wanted to get a few comments from the man, but this would be enough.

The walk to her Mini-cooper didn't take long. She had parked it in a business parking lot, but since the business wouldn't open for another good bit Chloe had time before anyone noticed. She placed her bag in the passenger seat and started the car while beaming. It had taken months to find a mole in the manufacturing side of the food supplier for Orange County public schools. As she backed out of the parking spot she made a mental note to credit Jordan Wheeler who had got her interested in this case. She'd give him the majority of any cash she made. She didn't need cash, she had plenty of it at the moment, and was only after cases at this point. She knew that she probably had enough to go to any college for journalism but for Chloe, it was about right and wrong and since the bad guys never rested she wouldn't either. Automatically, the girl drove to her favorite television news station and parked in her usual spot. A quick look told her that the manager had already arrived and glanced at the time Chloe saw she only had two hours before her school started. Time flew when you were having fun she supposed. With a confident smirk on her face, Chloe made her way up to the door and knocked twice. She had no credentials so it wouldn't do to run about the place and cause security to dislike her. It actually paid to have security on her side. And while this time she didn't bring any coffee, the guards knew she would and had before so as long as she played nice they'd give her room.

The door opened just as she was about to knock again revealing Claurice, the Security Manager for the station. "Morning Reese, I got something good for Chris this morning, may I head over?" The big African American man chuckled and nodded to her and went to ruffle her hair before remembering the last time and slowly retracted his hand. "Sure Chlo, if anyone says anything, tell them you're cleared by me. I'll be in the operations room if they get insistent." His tone said that no one had better get insistent as he probably didn't want to be interrupted. Chloe, who had backed up and darkened her facial structure regained composure quickly and nodded, stepping around the man and making her way through the twisted halls. It was obvious she had been there many times before as everyone currently sitting at their stations waved and called hello. Chloe responded to the many greetings before she arrived at the station Manager's office. She did her standard knock pattern and smirked as she heard the person inside jump to their feet and rush to the door.

"Chloe! Ah, I take it that you have another story for me? Chris, the station Manager was a gangly man with soft blonde hair that looked more like a mop on his head with a windswept look that he thought made him look hip. He wore a flannel shirt and blue jeans as if he was some kind of cowboy and reeked of too much cologne. But he was the one that treated her best out of all the other news outlets so he normally got her stories.

"That I do Chris. Standard trade here, you get the rights to play it but the credit goes to me, annnnd. She fished out a piece of paper with Jordan's contact information and name and handed it over. "Him. After you take a look at what I got and you run it any money can be sent to Jordan. I don't need it right now, as always. Oh, and school is starting back today so my stories won't be as regular. Chris nodded a few times and took the manilla envelope and the notebook which contained all of Chloe's investigation.

"This looks good as always. If everything checks out, expect this to be run tomorrow, along with you, and your friend's name attached. As for your stories not being regular. That's fine as well, you've gotten me more than my own reporters this summer. You know, after you graduate. He paused before continuing, "hell before that even, if you want a job. I could make some calls, and I wouldn't have to be very convincing. Chloe just smirked and shook her head.

"I work Freelance. The stories I want to write, and when I want to write the. That Freedom is quite important to me. But besides, I have gotta experience College life, right? Try other things out. Who knows, maybe I'll become a politician. Or at least a political journalist. Should beat workers making shortcuts while sending out food to schools?" Chris just shrugged and Chloe gave a mock salute before heading out of his office. The meeting had taken thirty minutes and so now, feeling a little rushed, Chloe headed out of the station and back to her car. She hoped the Police were in all heading to or in shift-change otherwise she was probably going to get a ticket. She sped down the street back towards her own stomping grounds and arrived soon enough. She sprinted into her House and said a quick hello to her parents and the twins before rushing upstairs and to her room. Pictures of Disney characters, star wars characters, lord of the rings, game of thrones, and other shows littered the white walls. Pink trim could be seen in the corners and along the top and bottom of the walls and a light was currently on in her walk-in closet where a cosplay outfit depicting Galadriel could be spotted.

Chloe grabbed her gymnastics jersey, an army bomber jacket, and a pair of knee ripped black pants. She then headed into the shower and rinsed her morning run off quickly before soaping up and rinsing once again. She jumped out, dried off, and started the process of drying her hair. She knew she was going to be late, but hopefully only for homeroom. She could only hope that the Principal decided to do a speech again this year as he did during Sophomore year. She finished drying and styling her hair, dressed quickly, grabbed a hat, and then sprinted downstairs, yelled goodbye to her family, and then was back in her car and rushing to school. Somehow, and she suspected that her speed was a good reason, she had made it before the bell. She skidded into a spot in the Senior parking lot and sprinted to homeroom. She greeted Ms. Goldman and barely got into her assigned seat before the bell rang and the Principal came on. Briefly, Chloe thanked her lucky stars that she didn't get pulled over and relaxed in her seat. She recited the pledge but didn't stand and then followed along with everyone to the assembly.

Luckily it was a dull affair and Chloe could send out a mass text to her fellow journalists, telling them to be on the lookout for potential stories, and then also placed a reminder on her alarm to ensure her Esports club was approved. Finally, as the assembly was released Chloe followed the throng down to the carnival. She saw the normal cliques forming and decided to head to the middle of the area to try and find someone doing something interesting. She removed a camera from her school bag and began the process of turning it on, being careful not to jostle or bump into anyone, or have anyone bump into her. She didn't like people touching her, especially on purpose but even accidental touches could cause her blood pressure to spike. Luckily everyone seemed interested in the vendors. She had already given the overall event to another reporter so Chloe was more on the look for something spicy to go along with the main article.

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_______________________________________ N A M E Riley Alexander Revels ∞ Riles ∞ Revely ∞ Revels ∞ Music Man (To those that know him) ∞ Class Clown A G E August 24th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Bi-sexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Naples, Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Australian-American _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 5'11" Weight: 147lbs Hair: Light brown and Blonde two-tone Eyes: Bright Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Daniel Murphy ∞ Samantha Rhodes ∞ Sasha Lopez Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Jackson Whills F A M I L Y Mother: ∞ Ava Revels Father: ∞ Alex Revels Maid: ∞ Felicia P E T S Two Huskies. Lux & Kayn H O M E S W E E T H O M E No one knows where I live... And I like to keep it that way but here it is. - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ ALL Music ✔ Performing ✔ Football, both watching and playing ✔ Hanging out with friends ✔ Meeting new people ✔ Composing ✔ Swimming ✔ The Beach ✔ His dogs ✔ The Ocean at night ✔ Video Games (League of Legends) ✔ Parties ✔ Football Practice ✔ Marching Band ✔ Watching TV with friends ✔ Watching movies with friends ✔ Staying somewhere other than his house ✔ Dancing ✔ Musicals D I S L I K E S ✘ Chinese Food ✘ Japanese Food ✘ 'Rich foods' ✘ His parents ✘ Bee's ✘ Spider's ✘ Overuse of text speak ✘ Being 'forced' to sing like a trained animal ✘ Waking up ✘ Stuck up teachers ✘ Math! ✘ Fake people ✘ Bullies of any kind ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Creative ₳ Musical ₳ Extraverted ₳ Intuitive ₳ Loyal ₳ Goofy ₳ Playful ₳ Honest The kind of guy that likes to have friends, but while he knows everyone and considers everyone a friend he's the guy that has an inner circle that he keeps very close to himself, and entry is highly regulated. Then within that circle, there's only one or two that he can trust explicitly. The friends that he can speak on his deepest and darkest secrets. A creative genius when it comes to music and expressing himself through the arts, Riley has been writing songs and composing songs since he was in middle school. When truly upset and out of control only music can soothe him. It's his go-to coping method for just about everything in his life. Riley is exceptionally friendly and very out-going. With everything that goes on inside of himself, he sees it as a job to make everyone else feel better than he. He memorizes names and goes out of his way to greet everyone he passes to ask how their day has gone. He's commonly written a simple song for someone having a bad day and keeps a large stack of singles to treat his friends to their favorite candy or soda. He's always been empathetic and intuitive, able to tell how someone is even if they say they're 'ok'. He's built a reputation for being someone that you can talk to and that whatever you tell him doesn't go anywhere but him. He's loyal to a fault, likes to goof around and make people smile, and when you ask Riley something you can bet that it'll be the truth. Whether you like the outcome or not. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Riley was born in London, England to Alexander and Ava Revels. Alexander, Riley's father, was a renowned archeologist, professor, and holder of a fortune found from historical finds and his family's already exuberant wealth. Ava, Alexander's wife, and Riley's mother was the Australian counterpart to the academic professor. Ava was old money, the family coming to Australia from England sometime after World War 2. Ava was a philanthropist who began funding the expeditions of one Alexander Revels. And on one fateful treasure hunt, the two fell in love. Eventually they 'settled' down in Long Beach, California where they build a large manse on the Naples island and had Riley. Riley was raised from birth truthfully by Felicia, a maid that made the trip from Australia to America to help Mrs. Revels. Riley rarely got to see his parents who became addicted to the nightlife of LA. They were constantly gone and bought other properties so they didn't have to come home often. No other children were in the cards and when Riley was 5, he overheard his mother tell Felicia that Riley was more a mistake than anything. Those words stuck with Riley and while he wanted to nothing, and was spoiled beyond measure Riley hated it. Instead, as he grew and under Felicia's guidance Riley grew to be a loving and empathetic child. He himself was hurting, which was made worse in his elementary and middle school years but he learned to hide his pain well, hiding under a desire to see others happy. Riley thrived in social situations and while his desire for attention from adults meant that he acted out and was the 'class clown' so to speak he was otherwise a great child in school. He received top marks in everything but Math where he struggled. An area where he certainly didn't struggle was in the arts. His teacher in elementary school noticed the affinity for music and pushed the boy further into music. In middle school, he was allowed to take Band and he fell in love with the Violin. During middle school, Riley learned how to play the guitar, violin, cello, saxophone, clarinet, and could read and write in both treble and bass clefs. The band director at the middle school also introduced Riley to musical theory and during both the spring and winter concerts of his eighth-grade year, Riley co-wrote the arrangement with the director. Highschool was instantly different. His freshman year he spent mostly with his music and getting to know all the new children that came from all the surrounding middle schools. He continued his habit of being nice to people and trying to make their day while offering advice or just listening to people that just needed an ear and a pat on the back afterward accompanied by a happy smile and an endorsement that it will get better. He was decently well liked and between his music, his love of making others laugh, and his still reigning class-clown title Riley has managed High-school thus far. But who knows what Senior Year will involve. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 / A in everything but Math. No Honors or AP classes F A V O R I T E C L A S S Orchestra E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Chorus and Marching Band E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band (Saxophone section leader), Orchestra (Violin First Chair) Tenor in Chorus, Theater, Gaming Club, Football (Wide Receiver) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 2021 Honda Civic Type R that he traded his new Camaro for (It was a present from his parents). P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Riley plans to attend either Julliard or Berkeley School of the Arts. He hopes to make it broadway and continue composing. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Volunteers at the Middle School where he came from. He helps the students with various instruments. He also teaches Violin and Piano to wealthy children who homeschool. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Band Room ∞ His roof, watching the boats and water surrounding Naples ∞ The Beach at night ∞ Long Beach Towne Center Movie Theater R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Tutor for Piano and Violin ∞ Section Leader in Marching Band ∞ Wide Receiver for the Football Team ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R His favorite movie is Whiplash. Regularly works with the drama teacher, choral instructor, and band director to compose and talk musical theory. Riley's parents have come to no school function whatsoever, leading many to believe his nanny Felicia is his mother instead. In addition to his music, Riley takes dance lessons, vocal lessons, and acting classes. T H E M E S O N G Talking to Myself by Watsky Unity by Shinedown Face Claim: Alex Lange | 0AFFE7

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_______________________________________ N A M E Aymeric Landon Miland ∞ Landon (He prefers to go by his middle name in America) ∞ Emmy (Only extremely close friends) ∞ Miland ∞ Lady Killer (though he despises it) ∞ Leonardo Di Caprio ∞ French Prince Charming (Mostly due to his still present French Accent.) A G E March 21st, 17-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N London, England E T H N I C I T Y French _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 6'0" Weight: 165lbs Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Light Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Marco Costello ∞ Riley Revels ∞ Eretria Simmons ∞ Monserad Tul Current: ∞ None Past: None F A M I L Y Aunt: ∞ Claire Weston Uncle: ∞ Wyatt Weston Brother: ∞ Astor Axell Miland Brother: ∞ Corbin Renault Miland P E T S None at the present moment. H O M E S W E E T H O M E Aunt/Uncles House in Rossmoor - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Talking to People ✔ Being part of a team ✔ Playing Sports ✔ Watching Sports ✔ Hanging out at the Beach ✔ Being a Leader ✔ Languages ✔ Busy work ✔ Schoolwork ✔ Teachers ✔ Coaches ✔ His brothers ✔ His Aunt and Uncle ✔ Exercising ✔ Working Out ✔ Memories of his parents ✔ Watching Movies ✔ Work Ethic ✔ Honesty D I S L I K E S ✘ Rap music ✘ Guns ✘ Any reference to gun violence ✘ Breaking Down ✘ Memories of his parents ✘ Peer pressure ✘ Being allergic to so much ✘ Heights ✘ Being called Frenchie ✘ Naysayers ✘ Letting his team down ✘ Anyone who doesn't give 110% ✘ Cheaters/Bullies ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Athletic ₳ Dedicated ₳ Damaged ₳ Loyal ₳ PTSD ₳ Competitor ₳ Leader ₳ Brave At one point Aymeric or Landon as he prefers to be called in the states was an extremely nice bundle of energy. He radiated warmth and happiness and was almost always in a good mood. He made friends with everyone, could talk to anyone without issues, and wasn't afraid of anything. And even though he struggled with medical complications most of his life he never once quit or let it get to him. This energy and passion helped him overcome many of those childhood ailments including early Asthma which went away when he turned nine. Unfortunately, things changed after what he calls the darkest day. Aymeric and his parents were shopping in Cumbria, England. The family was visiting a national expert in childhood asthma when they were randomly targeted by a shooter wielding a shotgun. Both of Aymeric's parents were killed. After this incident, Aymeric closed in on himself. He suffered from PTSD and loud sounds scared him constantly. Without that bubbly personality, his health also began to diminish and a heavy cloud hung over him. He and his brothers were sent to California to live with their mother's brother. Aymeric would go to school, doodle on his work, ignore everyone, and then come home where he went to his room and remained. When he reached Middle School he only participated in Gym because of the gruff and wizened Football coach who was in charge of physical education. Aymeric found that when he was being active he was able to get rid of the memories plaguing him and he could think for the first time in years. The coach recruited Aymeric to play Football for him and the young man took to it. It was here that Aymeric became much more Athletic, a competitor, dedicated, and loyal. Fast forward to current times and Landon is a mix of damaged and healed. He still struggles at times with PTSD, and will still break down when certain memories come rushing past him. He hides it extremely well however with a large focus on sports. He now plays every single one he possibly can, and found that his schoolwork can also help. He sees a therapist twice a week and with the man's help Landon has become a true leader on the field, and someone that any teammate can be happy to have around. Landon hesitantly flexes his personal skills and likes to introduce himself to new people and make new friends. For those that already know him or are friends with him know that he's one of the most loyal people you could met and would do ANYTHING for you. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Aymeric was born in London, England to British mom Susan Cresswell and French father Renault Miland. Susan, a member of the British parliament had taken to Renault who served as an ambassador for the French Prime Minister. The two fell in love and Renault agreed to leave his country and move to England. Their love was true and soon enough came Aymeric, their first child. The joy of his birth was tempered with complications with first the pregnancy and then Aymeric's health right after. He suffered from a number of issues including stridor, asthma, and seizures. But, despite this Aymeric grew, and while one might consider a boy so sick to be starved of energy. It was the opposite, and Aymeric became a true bright light in the darkness for his parents. He guided them and as if through the pure power of will Aymeric defeated every single disease. To be sure, Aymeric's parents took him to a specialist in the Cumbria province. The specialist confirmed what Aymeric's doctors had said. The boy was clear of symptoms and had beaten back the disease before it had clawed its way forward. It was a time for celebration and the three of them, the other two members of their family Corbin and Astor having remained in London with family friends, went out to lunch to eat. They then left and hailed for a taxi... A taxi drove by an active shooter that had been driving about the province and committing violence. When the Miland's approached the gunman pointed a shotgun at them and fired twice. The first shot hit Susan and clipped Renault who took the full brunt of the second shot after he shoved Aymeric into a ditch at their left. Both of Aymeric's parents were killed. The constables couldn't console the grieving boy and he didn't stop crying until he passed out from exhaustion. At first, the Miland children were going to be sent to France, to live with Renault's family. But instead, it was decided that they would be sent to California, to Susan's brother Wyatt and his wife Claire. They were well off already but the insurance payments of a British public servant and Renault's family's gifts none of the three boys would want for much of anything... It was placed in a trust with Aymeric, the oldest receiving the largest share. Wyatt and Claire were also not exactly hurting as Claire served as a pediatric surgeon, and Wyatt ran a computer manufacturing business with his father. Aymeric was eleven years old by the time he arrived in America, a year before middle school and two years after the incident. He was a silent and numb child at first, his whole fifth-grade year and it seemed to anyone that tried to be friends with him that such would continue into the sixth grade. And it might've had it not been for Coach Frank Long. Long served a triple threat role within the middle school. He was the Physical Education Teacher, the Head Football Coach of a national level team, and helped in the IT department. The man was a no-nonsense gruff man but he also had an eye for potential and was good at spotting pain. He used sports to first get Aymeric, now Landon to talk to him, and then recommended a therapist to Wyatt and Claire who they instantly used. Landon became obsessed with sports and he joined the Football team in his sixth-grade year and surprised everyone, including Long when he began outperforming the starters near the end of the season. Long continued to mentor the boy and coached him in the off-season where Landon also played every other sport he possibly could. One day Long found that Landon was failing most of his classes and after a very long heart to heart explained to the boy that grades were just as important, if not more so than quality play. Between that and finding out that diving into work helped him process Landons grades began to get better and better until right at the end of sixth grade he was on the AB honor roll. The rest of Middle School went about the same, Landon getting better and better at all aspects of his life. If anyone had known him before they would just realize that he was healing and becoming more like himself from before. Long continued to coach him specifically and the now young man led the school to the national middle school championship and won it as the quarterback. In addition to Quarterback, he also played shortstop in baseball, shooting guard in basketball, and center forward in soccer. Exceptionally Athletic and with a natural leadership quality Landon not only excelled himself but raised everyone around him by being genuine a true team player. He was also the second-highest grade in the school, and it was apparent that Frank Long had truly helped Landon perform a 180. Then came Highschool. Delbrook Academy was definitely a change but Landon stuck to a simple strategy. Just continue to do what he did best. His Freshman year he was top of his class, and was one of the most promising Football players in Southern California, with scouts already being told of the young man. (With help may or may not come from a certain Middle School Coach.) Sophomore year, Landon had to sit out of Fall and Winter sports but was able to at least participate in Baseball and Swimming in the Spring. His Junior year he was the Varsity starting Quarterback and performed quite well despite only having one real target on the receiving corps. The team was first in the state, yet fell in the first round of nationals. Throughout all of this, he continued to be either at the top of his class or in the top five of his year. Now that Senior Year has come everything is looking up. New talent has come up from the JV squad, including three new receivers, and another rising star running back. Landon has truly begun feeling healed, still struggling but now beginning to believe that he truly can become better. He's also realized that he has pushed himself far too much and that stress has become a best friend to himself. He knows he needs to temper himself but there's so much that needs to be done. And if that wasn't enough, Landon has finally healed enough to start taking notice of his sexuality and the many classmates of his at the high school. Sure, it might be a bit late, but better late than never right? The pressure is on, lets see how the year turns out! ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 4.9 / A+ Average, all Honors and AP classes, no free periods. F A V O R I T E C L A S S Calculus E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Quantitive literacy E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Football (Captain and Quarterback) in the fall, Basketball (Shooting guard) in the winter, Baseball (Captain and Shortstop/Pitcher), and Swimming in the Spring. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 1966 Ford Mustang Fastback. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Landon is sort of taking it by ear, but with the combine truly testing him this year he hopes he will have enough scores and grades to get a full scholarship to play College Football. Preferably at Alabama or USC. If that doesn't work out he has considered something in the mathematic field. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Assistant Offensive Coach at his old Middle School. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Football Stadiums ∞ School ∞ The Beach ∞ Home R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Captain of the Football and Baseball teams ∞ Coaches Middle School Ball ∞ His Grades ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R His favorite movie is Rudy. Landon is fluent in French, Spanish, Italian, and is learning German. Landon constantly checks on his teammates, and is the first to offer help to anyone. 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_{"If you want to change the world. Journalism is a more immediate short term solution."}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Chloe Renee Arkinson ∞ Clo (Only close friends) ∞ Coco/Clo clo (Only extremely close friends) ∞ Typewriter A G E May 1st, 17-years-old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Huntington Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y American _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 5'4" Weight: 115lbs Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Landon Miland ∞ Mitchell Woulfe ∞ Kyle Vass ∞ Theodore Colbeck Current: ∞ None Past: None F A M I L Y Mom: ∞ Sara Arkinson Dad: ∞ Ethan Arkinson Brother: ∞ Caleb Arkinson Sister: ∞ Ariana Arkinson P E T S None at the present moment. H O M E S W E E T H O M E House in Long Beach - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Playing Video Games ✔ Watching Video Games ✔ Photography ✔ Writing ✔ Going to gaming conventions ✔ Star Wars ✔ Lord of the Rings ✔ Investigating ✔ Journalism ✔ Cosplay ✔ The Beach ✔ Coffee ✔ Finding a good story ✔ Helping people find their voice ✔ An even playing field ✔ Krav Maga ✔ Watching Movies ✔ Jiu-Jitsu ✔ A good Challenge D I S L I K E S ✘ Pushovers ✘ Liars ✘ Someone trying to dodge her questions ✘ Being called 'little girl' ✘ Being underestimated at all ✘ Quitters ✘ Missing a story oppurtunity ✘ Ambush journalists ✘ Disrespect ✘ Bullies ✘ Being used by anyone ✘ Fake friends ✘ Public Pools ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Fierce ₳ Dedicated ₳ Uncompromising ₳ Trustworthy ₳ Smart ₳ Brave ₳ Ambitious ₳ Confident A dogged pursuer of Truth who will always go after a big story, truly no matter how big. She has a sort of reckless and uncompromising part of her brain that merges with confidence that she can handle anything. A strong, opinionated, and tough-as-nails kind of girl you'd be forgiven not seeing such fire when first meeting her as she looks like your typical sweet cheerleading captain who wants world peace and peace shakes. Chloe destroys all of those stereotypes and is instead a black belt in Krav Maga and brown in Jiu-Jitsu. She can take care of herself which is a circle of her overconfidence. This fierceness came from interactions when she was younger. Chloe had been accepted as a model and potential child star for Hollywood and instead of making dreams come true Chloe was assaulted and scarred. It was then, at Eight years old that she told her parents that she wanted to take martial arts as she never wanted to feel that way again. Her past also inscribed within her a burning need for the truth and to help others that may have had the same thing happen. She has dedicated her life to journalism in some form and dreams of helping people tell their story while sniffing out anyone that might look pristine on paper but underneath is rotten. She is a political activist, an unforgiving feminist, and dares someone to try and tell her that she's wrong. She takes nothing from anyone, and anyone wanting to get close to her simply has to understand that once Chloe makes a decision, there is no reasoning with her any longer. While Chloe is fierce, she is also fair and can be very welcoming, especially to victims of any sort of violence or to someone hesitant to talk to her. She doesn't force anything but she can be a bit pressuring. To her, those she's interviewing are the only ones that matter at the time and she tried to give them as much respect as possible so that their story rings out and not her own. Chloe is also a lover of video games. She plays them all, and is actually quite good at them. She also loves most of the current pop culture and could easily be considered a nerd for having a star wars, and lord of the rings love. She has read the Game of Thrones books at least four times each and considers them works of literary art. She loves to have fun with her friends, and dress up like characters from the book. Down deep she's just a girl fighting for her way in the world, and determined to do things her way and for her reasons. No one else's, and if she can help a few others while she does this. Then more power to her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Chloe was born in Huntington Beach, California to two Police Officers. Ethan and Sara Arkinson weren't exactly expecting a child but when the schedules somehow aligned and both of them had the day of things just sort of got out of hand. When she was born, Ethan quit the force and instead opened his own private security firm with a few other Officers that wanted to retire for their own family's sake. They became quite popular serving the families of child actors and made a name for themselves as true professionals. Sara stayed on with the Police Department until she made Detective. The family moved to Long Beach soon after having the twins Caleb and Arianna, with Chloe flourishing. Chloe had turned eight she was approached by a modeling agency. Seeing nothing wrong with the idea, her parents gave her the OK and Chloe began a short life being famous. She went all the way to her first casting call in Hollywood and then promptly stopped after her father walked in on the Director abusing her. Chloe, who understood what had happened was shaken. But a burning resolve seemed to also awaken in her and she demanded that she begin martial arts training. She never wanted to feel helpless again. She thrived in her first martial art and so her parents agreed to allow her to take a second. All through the rest of elementary and middle school, she threw herself into her martial arts while becoming determined to help others. She started interviewing kids at her school to get their opinions on how things were run and then took the recordings and her stories to the administration. If they refused to fix things then Chloe quite literally took a taxi alone to the local news station and handed them the evidence. The news ran a story and the school quickly fixed the problem. Her stories weren't ignored after that and she was even able to write a follow-up story from the staffs point of view on the situation and why it had taken so long which ended up uncovering a city official funneling money out of the school system and into his own wallet! Chloe's own mother made the arrest, and Chloe herself got a bit of fame from that. When she started High School she made a pact with herself to talk to as many people in her class as possible. She's always been there with an exclusive when a team won a title or a student has done something extraordinary. She loves hearing from their perspective. Now in her Senior Year Chloe is the head of the school's newspaper. But instead of sticking herself inside a room and being an editor. She's brought in her own editorial squad so she can remain out in the action. Hopefully no one has any secrets to hide, as Chloe is sure as hell ready to dig them up. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.5 / A/B. With as many free period as possible F A V O R I T E C L A S S Journalism E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Debate E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R School Newspaper (Head), DA Cosplayers Club, Esports Club (Head), Gymnastics. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 2020 Mini Cooper (Convertible). P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Competitive Esports isn't out of the question for Chloe, but regardless of what she does RIGHT after her goal is to become a top journalist, do some public service and get into Politics, or work as a White House Correspondent. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T N/A. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ A nice quiet room to type in ∞ Anaheim Convention Center ∞ League of Legends Studio ∞ The Beach R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Head of the School Newspaper, and the Esports Club ∞ Gymnastics Team ∞ The eternal pursuit of truth and justice ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R She holds a black belt in Krav Maga, and a Brown Belt in Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu. Holds the rank of Master, almost Challenger in League of Legends. Has all the local press and news outlets on speed dial. She does have a 'reporter off' button when a friend really needs help. T H E M E S O N G Don't rain on my parade by Naya Rivera (GLEE) No tears left to Cry by Ariana Grande Face Claim: Chloë Grace Moretz | FFDAB9

Delbrook Academy High School

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_{"When I focus on fixing everyone else Who fixes me?"}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Riley Alexander Revels ∞ Riles ∞ Revely ∞ Revels ∞ Music Man (To those that know him) ∞ Class Clown A G E August 24th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Bi-sexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Naples, Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Australian-American _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 5'11" Weight: 147lbs Hair: Light brown and Blonde two-tone Eyes: Bright Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Daniel Murphy ∞ Samantha Rhodes ∞ Sasha Lopez Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Jackson Whills F A M I L Y Mother: ∞ Ava Revels Father: ∞ Alex Revels Maid: ∞ Felicia P E T S Two Huskies. Lux & Kayn H O M E S W E E T H O M E No one knows where I live... And I like to keep it that way but here it is. - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ ALL Music ✔ Performing ✔ Football, both watching and playing ✔ Hanging out with friends ✔ Meeting new people ✔ Composing ✔ Swimming ✔ The Beach ✔ His dogs ✔ The Ocean at night ✔ Video Games (League of Legends) ✔ Parties ✔ Football Practice ✔ Marching Band ✔ Watching TV with friends ✔ Watching movies with friends ✔ Staying somewhere other than his house ✔ Dancing ✔ Musicals D I S L I K E S ✘ Chinese Food ✘ Japanese Food ✘ 'Rich foods' ✘ His parents ✘ Bee's ✘ Spider's ✘ Overuse of text speak ✘ Being 'forced' to sing like a trained animal ✘ Waking up ✘ Stuck up teachers ✘ Math! ✘ Fake people ✘ Bullies of any kind ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Creative ₳ Musical ₳ Extraverted ₳ Intuitive ₳ Loyal ₳ Goofy ₳ Playful ₳ Honest The kind of guy that likes to have friends, but while he knows everyone and considers everyone a friend he's the guy that has an inner circle that he keeps very close to himself, and entry is highly regulated. Then within that circle, there's only one or two that he can trust explicitly. The friends that he can speak on his deepest and darkest secrets. A creative genius when it comes to music and expressing himself through the arts, Riley has been writing songs and composing songs since he was in middle school. When truly upset and out of control only music can soothe him. It's his go-to coping method for just about everything in his life. Riley is exceptionally friendly and very out-going. With everything that goes on inside of himself, he sees it as a job to make everyone else feel better than he. He memorizes names and goes out of his way to greet everyone he passes to ask how their day has gone. He's commonly written a simple song for someone having a bad day and keeps a large stack of singles to treat his friends to their favorite candy or soda. He's always been empathetic and intuitive, able to tell how someone is even if they say they're 'ok'. He's built a reputation for being someone that you can talk to and that whatever you tell him doesn't go anywhere but him. He's loyal to a fault, likes to goof around and make people smile, and when you ask Riley something you can bet that it'll be the truth. Whether you like the outcome or not. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Riley was born in London, England to Alexander and Ava Revels. Alexander, Riley's father, was a renowned archeologist, professor, and holder of a fortune found from historical finds and his family's already exuberant wealth. Ava, Alexander's wife, and Riley's mother was the Australian counterpart to the academic professor. Ava was old money, the family coming to Australia from England sometime after World War 2. Ava was a philanthropist who began funding the expeditions of one Alexander Revels. And on one fateful treasure hunt, the two fell in love. Eventually they 'settled' down in Long Beach, California where they build a large manse on the Naples island and had Riley. Riley was raised from birth truthfully by Felicia, a maid that made the trip from Australia to America to help Mrs. Revels. Riley rarely got to see his parents who became addicted to the nightlife of LA. They were constantly gone and bought other properties so they didn't have to come home often. No other children were in the cards and when Riley was 5, he overheard his mother tell Felicia that Riley was more a mistake than anything. Those words stuck with Riley and while he wanted to nothing, and was spoiled beyond measure Riley hated it. Instead, as he grew and under Felicia's guidance Riley grew to be a loving and empathetic child. He himself was hurting, which was made worse in his elementary and middle school years but he learned to hide his pain well, hiding under a desire to see others happy. Riley thrived in social situations and while his desire for attention from adults meant that he acted out and was the 'class clown' so to speak he was otherwise a great child in school. He received top marks in everything but Math where he struggled. An area where he certainly didn't struggle was in the arts. His teacher in elementary school noticed the affinity for music and pushed the boy further into music. In middle school, he was allowed to take Band and he fell in love with the Violin. During middle school, Riley learned how to play the guitar, violin, cello, saxophone, clarinet, and could read and write in both treble and bass clefs. The band director at the middle school also introduced Riley to musical theory and during both the spring and winter concerts of his eighth-grade year, Riley co-wrote the arrangement with the director. Highschool was instantly different. His freshman year he spent mostly with his music and getting to know all the new children that came from all the surrounding middle schools. He continued his habit of being nice to people and trying to make their day while offering advice or just listening to people that just needed an ear and a pat on the back afterward accompanied by a happy smile and an endorsement that it will get better. He was decently well liked and between his music, his love of making others laugh, and his still reigning class-clown title Riley has managed High-school thus far. But who knows what Senior Year will involve. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 / A in everything but Math. No Honors or AP classes F A V O R I T E C L A S S Orchestra E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Chorus and Marching Band E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band (Saxophone section leader), Orchestra (Violin First Chair) Tenor in Chorus, Theater, Gaming Club, Football (Wide Receiver) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 2021 Honda Civic Type R that he traded his new Camaro for (It was a present from his parents). P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Riley plans to attend either Julliard or Berkeley School of the Arts. He hopes to make it broadway and continue composing. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Volunteers at the Middle School where he came from. He helps the students with various instruments. He also teaches Violin and Piano to wealthy children who homeschool. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Band Room ∞ His roof, watching the boats and water surrounding Naples ∞ The Beach at night ∞ Long Beach Towne Center Movie Theater R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Tutor for Piano and Violin ∞ Section Leader in Marching Band ∞ Wide Receiver for the Football Team ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R His favorite movie is Whiplash. Regularly works with the drama teacher, choral instructor, and band director to compose and talk musical theory. Riley's parents have come to no school function whatsoever, leading many to believe his nanny Felicia is his mother instead. In addition to his music, Riley takes dance lessons, vocal lessons, and acting classes. T H E M E S O N G Talking to Myself by Watsky Unity by Shinedown Face Claim: Alex Lange | 0AFFE7

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_{"Time doesn't really heal anything. It just teaches us how to live with the pain"}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Aymeric Landon Miland ∞ Landon (He prefers to go by his middle name in America) ∞ Emmy (Only extremely close friends) ∞ Miland ∞ Lady Killer (though he despises it) ∞ Leonardo Di Caprio ∞ French Prince Charming (Mostly due to his still present French Accent.) A G E March 21st, 17-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N London, England E T H N I C I T Y French _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 6'0" Weight: 165lbs Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Light Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Marco Costello ∞ Riley Revels ∞ Eretria Simmons ∞ Monserad Tul Current: ∞ None Past: None F A M I L Y Aunt: ∞ Claire Weston Uncle: ∞ Wyatt Weston Brother: ∞ Astor Axell Miland Brother: ∞ Corbin Renault Miland P E T S None at the present moment. H O M E S W E E T H O M E Aunt/Uncles House in Rossmoor - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Talking to People ✔ Being part of a team ✔ Playing Sports ✔ Watching Sports ✔ Hanging out at the Beach ✔ Being a Leader ✔ Languages ✔ Busy work ✔ Schoolwork ✔ Teachers ✔ Coaches ✔ His brothers ✔ His Aunt and Uncle ✔ Exercising ✔ Working Out ✔ Memories of his parents ✔ Watching Movies ✔ Work Ethic ✔ Honesty D I S L I K E S ✘ Rap music ✘ Guns ✘ Any reference to gun violence ✘ Breaking Down ✘ Memories of his parents ✘ Peer pressure ✘ Being allergic to so much ✘ Heights ✘ Being called Frenchie ✘ Naysayers ✘ Letting his team down ✘ Anyone who doesn't give 110% ✘ Cheaters/Bullies ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Athletic ₳ Dedicated ₳ Damaged ₳ Loyal ₳ PTSD ₳ Competitor ₳ Leader ₳ Brave At one point Aymeric or Landon as he prefers to be called in the states was an extremely nice bundle of energy. He radiated warmth and happiness and was almost always in a good mood. He made friends with everyone, could talk to anyone without issues, and wasn't afraid of anything. And even though he struggled with medical complications most of his life he never once quit or let it get to him. This energy and passion helped him overcome many of those childhood ailments including early Asthma which went away when he turned nine. Unfortunately, things changed after what he calls the darkest day. Aymeric and his parents were shopping in Cumbria, England. The family was visiting a national expert in childhood asthma when they were randomly targeted by a shooter wielding a shotgun. Both of Aymeric's parents were killed. After this incident, Aymeric closed in on himself. He suffered from PTSD and loud sounds scared him constantly. Without that bubbly personality, his health also began to diminish and a heavy cloud hung over him. He and his brothers were sent to California to live with their mother's brother. Aymeric would go to school, doodle on his work, ignore everyone, and then come home where he went to his room and remained. When he reached Middle School he only participated in Gym because of the gruff and wizened Football coach who was in charge of physical education. Aymeric found that when he was being active he was able to get rid of the memories plaguing him and he could think for the first time in years. The coach recruited Aymeric to play Football for him and the young man took to it. It was here that Aymeric became much more Athletic, a competitor, dedicated, and loyal. Fast forward to current times and Landon is a mix of damaged and healed. He still struggles at times with PTSD, and will still break down when certain memories come rushing past him. He hides it extremely well however with a large focus on sports. He now plays every single one he possibly can, and found that his schoolwork can also help. He sees a therapist twice a week and with the man's help Landon has become a true leader on the field, and someone that any teammate can be happy to have around. Landon hesitantly flexes his personal skills and likes to introduce himself to new people and make new friends. For those that already know him or are friends with him know that he's one of the most loyal people you could met and would do ANYTHING for you. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Aymeric was born in London, England to British mom Susan Cresswell and French father Renault Miland. Susan, a member of the British parliament had taken to Renault who served as an ambassador for the French Prime Minister. The two fell in love and Renault agreed to leave his country and move to England. Their love was true and soon enough came Aymeric, their first child. The joy of his birth was tempered with complications with first the pregnancy and then Aymeric's health right after. He suffered from a number of issues including stridor, asthma, and seizures. But, despite this Aymeric grew, and while one might consider a boy so sick to be starved of energy. It was the opposite, and Aymeric became a true bright light in the darkness for his parents. He guided them and as if through the pure power of will Aymeric defeated every single disease. To be sure, Aymeric's parents took him to a specialist in the Cumbria province. The specialist confirmed what Aymeric's doctors had said. The boy was clear of symptoms and had beaten back the disease before it had clawed its way forward. It was a time for celebration and the three of them, the other two members of their family Corbin and Astor having remained in London with family friends, went out to lunch to eat. They then left and hailed for a taxi... A taxi drove by an active shooter that had been driving about the province and committing violence. When the Miland's approached the gunman pointed a shotgun at them and fired twice. The first shot hit Susan and clipped Renault who took the full brunt of the second shot after he shoved Aymeric into a ditch at their left. Both of Aymeric's parents were killed. The constables couldn't console the grieving boy and he didn't stop crying until he passed out from exhaustion. At first, the Miland children were going to be sent to France, to live with Renault's family. But instead, it was decided that they would be sent to California, to Susan's brother Wyatt and his wife Claire. They were well off already but the insurance payments of a British public servant and Renault's family's gifts none of the three boys would want for much of anything... It was placed in a trust with Aymeric, the oldest receiving the largest share. Wyatt and Claire were also not exactly hurting as Claire served as a pediatric surgeon, and Wyatt ran a computer manufacturing business with his father. Aymeric was eleven years old by the time he arrived in America, a year before middle school and two years after the incident. He was a silent and numb child at first, his whole fifth-grade year and it seemed to anyone that tried to be friends with him that such would continue into the sixth grade. And it might've had it not been for Coach Frank Long. Long served a triple threat role within the middle school. He was the Physical Education Teacher, the Head Football Coach of a national level team, and helped in the IT department. The man was a no-nonsense gruff man but he also had an eye for potential and was good at spotting pain. He used sports to first get Aymeric, now Landon to talk to him, and then recommended a therapist to Wyatt and Claire who they instantly used. Landon became obsessed with sports and he joined the Football team in his sixth-grade year and surprised everyone, including Long when he began outperforming the starters near the end of the season. Long continued to mentor the boy and coached him in the off-season where Landon also played every other sport he possibly could. One day Long found that Landon was failing most of his classes and after a very long heart to heart explained to the boy that grades were just as important, if not more so than quality play. Between that and finding out that diving into work helped him process Landons grades began to get better and better until right at the end of sixth grade he was on the AB honor roll. The rest of Middle School went about the same, Landon getting better and better at all aspects of his life. If anyone had known him before they would just realize that he was healing and becoming more like himself from before. Long continued to coach him specifically and the now young man led the school to the national middle school championship and won it as the quarterback. In addition to Quarterback, he also played shortstop in baseball, shooting guard in basketball, and center forward in soccer. Exceptionally Athletic and with a natural leadership quality Landon not only excelled himself but raised everyone around him by being genuine a true team player. He was also the second-highest grade in the school, and it was apparent that Frank Long had truly helped Landon perform a 180. Then came Highschool. Delbrook Academy was definitely a change but Landon stuck to a simple strategy. Just continue to do what he did best. His Freshman year he was top of his class, and was one of the most promising Football players in Southern California, with scouts already being told of the young man. (With help may or may not come from a certain Middle School Coach.) Sophomore year, Landon had to sit out of Fall and Winter sports but was able to at least participate in Baseball and Swimming in the Spring. His Junior year he was the Varsity starting Quarterback and performed quite well despite only having one real target on the receiving corps. The team was first in the state, yet fell in the first round of nationals. Throughout all of this, he continued to be either at the top of his class or in the top five of his year. Now that Senior Year has come everything is looking up. New talent has come up from the JV squad, including three new receivers, and another rising star running back. Landon has truly begun feeling healed, still struggling but now beginning to believe that he truly can become better. He's also realized that he has pushed himself far too much and that stress has become a best friend to himself. He knows he needs to temper himself but there's so much that needs to be done. And if that wasn't enough, Landon has finally healed enough to start taking notice of his sexuality and the many classmates of his at the high school. Sure, it might be a bit late, but better late than never right? The pressure is on, lets see how the year turns out! ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 4.9 / A+ Average, all Honors and AP classes, no free periods. F A V O R I T E C L A S S Calculus E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Quantitive literacy E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Football (Captain and Quarterback) in the fall, Basketball (Shooting guard) in the winter, Baseball (Captain and Shortstop/Pitcher), and Swimming in the Spring. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 1966 Ford Mustang Fastback. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Landon is sort of taking it by ear, but with the combine truly testing him this year he hopes he will have enough scores and grades to get a full scholarship to play College Football. Preferably at Alabama or USC. If that doesn't work out he has considered something in the mathematic field. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Assistant Offensive Coach at his old Middle School. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Football Stadiums ∞ School ∞ The Beach ∞ Home R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Captain of the Football and Baseball teams ∞ Coaches Middle School Ball ∞ His Grades ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R His favorite movie is Rudy. Landon is fluent in French, Spanish, Italian, and is learning German. Landon constantly checks on his teammates, and is the first to offer help to anyone. 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_{"If you want to change the world. Journalism is a more immediate short term solution."}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Chloe Renee Arkinson ∞ Clo (Only close friends) ∞ Coco/Clo clo (Only extremely close friends) ∞ Typewriter A G E May 1st, 17-years-old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Huntington Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y American _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking 1.0 ∞Talking 2.0 Height: 5'4" Weight: 115lbs Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Landon Miland ∞ Mitchell Woulfe ∞ Kyle Vass ∞ Theodore Colbeck Current: ∞ None Past: None F A M I L Y Mom: ∞ Sara Arkinson Dad: ∞ Ethan Arkinson Brother: ∞ Caleb Arkinson Sister: ∞ Ariana Arkinson P E T S None at the present moment. H O M E S W E E T H O M E House in Long Beach - 1.0, 2.0 _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Playing Video Games ✔ Watching Video Games ✔ Photography ✔ Writing ✔ Going to gaming conventions ✔ Star Wars ✔ Lord of the Rings ✔ Investigating ✔ Journalism ✔ Cosplay ✔ The Beach ✔ Coffee ✔ Finding a good story ✔ Helping people find their voice ✔ An even playing field ✔ Krav Maga ✔ Watching Movies ✔ Jiu-Jitsu ✔ A good Challenge D I S L I K E S ✘ Pushovers ✘ Liars ✘ Someone trying to dodge her questions ✘ Being called 'little girl' ✘ Being underestimated at all ✘ Quitters ✘ Missing a story oppurtunity ✘ Ambush journalists ✘ Disrespect ✘ Bullies ✘ Being used by anyone ✘ Fake friends ✘ Public Pools ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Fierce ₳ Dedicated ₳ Uncompromising ₳ Trustworthy ₳ Smart ₳ Brave ₳ Ambitious ₳ Confident A dogged pursuer of Truth who will always go after a big story, truly no matter how big. She has a sort of reckless and uncompromising part of her brain that merges with confidence that she can handle anything. A strong, opinionated, and tough-as-nails kind of girl you'd be forgiven not seeing such fire when first meeting her as she looks like your typical sweet cheerleading captain who wants world peace and peace shakes. Chloe destroys all of those stereotypes and is instead a black belt in Krav Maga and brown in Jiu-Jitsu. She can take care of herself which is a circle of her overconfidence. This fierceness came from interactions when she was younger. Chloe had been accepted as a model and potential child star for Hollywood and instead of making dreams come true Chloe was assaulted and scarred. It was then, at Eight years old that she told her parents that she wanted to take martial arts as she never wanted to feel that way again. Her past also inscribed within her a burning need for the truth and to help others that may have had the same thing happen. She has dedicated her life to journalism in some form and dreams of helping people tell their story while sniffing out anyone that might look pristine on paper but underneath is rotten. She is a political activist, an unforgiving feminist, and dares someone to try and tell her that she's wrong. She takes nothing from anyone, and anyone wanting to get close to her simply has to understand that once Chloe makes a decision, there is no reasoning with her any longer. While Chloe is fierce, she is also fair and can be very welcoming, especially to victims of any sort of violence or to someone hesitant to talk to her. She doesn't force anything but she can be a bit pressuring. To her, those she's interviewing are the only ones that matter at the time and she tried to give them as much respect as possible so that their story rings out and not her own. Chloe is also a lover of video games. She plays them all, and is actually quite good at them. She also loves most of the current pop culture and could easily be considered a nerd for having a star wars, and lord of the rings love. She has read the Game of Thrones books at least four times each and considers them works of literary art. She loves to have fun with her friends, and dress up like characters from the book. Down deep she's just a girl fighting for her way in the world, and determined to do things her way and for her reasons. No one else's, and if she can help a few others while she does this. Then more power to her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Chloe was born in Huntington Beach, California to two Police Officers. Ethan and Sara Arkinson weren't exactly expecting a child but when the schedules somehow aligned and both of them had the day of things just sort of got out of hand. When she was born, Ethan quit the force and instead opened his own private security firm with a few other Officers that wanted to retire for their own family's sake. They became quite popular serving the families of child actors and made a name for themselves as true professionals. Sara stayed on with the Police Department until she made Detective. The family moved to Long Beach soon after having the twins Caleb and Arianna, with Chloe flourishing. Chloe had turned eight she was approached by a modeling agency. Seeing nothing wrong with the idea, her parents gave her the OK and Chloe began a short life being famous. She went all the way to her first casting call in Hollywood and then promptly stopped after her father walked in on the Director abusing her. Chloe, who understood what had happened was shaken. But a burning resolve seemed to also awaken in her and she demanded that she begin martial arts training. She never wanted to feel helpless again. She thrived in her first martial art and so her parents agreed to allow her to take a second. All through the rest of elementary and middle school, she threw herself into her martial arts while becoming determined to help others. She started interviewing kids at her school to get their opinions on how things were run and then took the recordings and her stories to the administration. If they refused to fix things then Chloe quite literally took a taxi alone to the local news station and handed them the evidence. The news ran a story and the school quickly fixed the problem. Her stories weren't ignored after that and she was even able to write a follow-up story from the staffs point of view on the situation and why it had taken so long which ended up uncovering a city official funneling money out of the school system and into his own wallet! Chloe's own mother made the arrest, and Chloe herself got a bit of fame from that. When she started High School she made a pact with herself to talk to as many people in her class as possible. She's always been there with an exclusive when a team won a title or a student has done something extraordinary. She loves hearing from their perspective. Now in her Senior Year Chloe is the head of the school's newspaper. But instead of sticking herself inside a room and being an editor. She's brought in her own editorial squad so she can remain out in the action. Hopefully no one has any secrets to hide, as Chloe is sure as hell ready to dig them up. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.5 / A/B. With as many free period as possible F A V O R I T E C L A S S Journalism E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Debate E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R School Newspaper (Head), DA Cosplayers Club, Esports Club (Head), Gymnastics. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ 2020 Mini Cooper (Convertible). P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Competitive Esports isn't out of the question for Chloe, but regardless of what she does RIGHT after her goal is to become a top journalist, do some public service and get into Politics, or work as a White House Correspondent. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T N/A. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ A nice quiet room to type in ∞ Anaheim Convention Center ∞ League of Legends Studio ∞ The Beach R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Head of the School Newspaper, and the Esports Club ∞ Gymnastics Team ∞ The eternal pursuit of truth and justice ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R She holds a black belt in Krav Maga, and a Brown Belt in Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu. Holds the rank of Master, almost Challenger in League of Legends. Has all the local press and news outlets on speed dial. She does have a 'reporter off' button when a friend really needs help. T H E M E S O N G Don't rain on my parade by Naya Rivera (GLEE) No tears left to Cry by Ariana Grande Face Claim: Chloë Grace Moretz | FFDAB9

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Korbin Leonardo Aparo

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___________________________________ N A M E Korbin Leonardo Aparo ∞ Kor ∞ Korey ∞ Leo ∞ Leon ∞ Aparo A G E 21st of July - Sixteen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual N A T I O N A L I T Y Italian, French, Greek P R O V E N A N C E Genoa ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 9" Weight: 181lbs Hair: ∞ Dark Brown Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Mesomorph Body Marks: ∞ Small tattoo of a raven on his right forearm. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single. Crushes: ∞ None Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ A few flings, nothing serious. F A M I L Y Father: Hypnos (God of Sleep) Mother: Catherine Aparo Siblings: ∞ None that he's aware of. L E G A C Y Odin (The All-Father) P E T S ∞ Farmaðr; a Black Raven ∞ Móðugr; a Black Wolf O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming (Computer generally) ✔ Star Wars ✔ Listening to music ✔ Swimming ✔ Running ✔ Lord of the Rings ✔ Game of Thrones ✔ Training ✔ The Cold ✔ The Norse Pantheon ✔ Hunting ✔ Traveling D I S L I K E S ✘ Manticores ✘ His actual father ✘ Most of the Greek Pantheon ✘ Feeling and being weak ✘ Freezing, and in-action ✘ Being constantly on the run ✘ Being ignored ✘ Any reference to his mother ✘ Speaking about his past ✘ Being alone ✘ Those that prey on the innocent ✘ Judgemental people ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Virtuous | Ruthless | Self-less | Sly | Courageous | Distrustful | Brave To Be Written. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To Be written. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Seven ⧿ Hypnos (Greek god of Sleep) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P None ∞ Has collected no beads ∞ Yet to Arrive R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ None as of yet W E A P O N S ∞ Krasa - Celestial Bronze Spear, applies sonic and kinetic energy on impact, painful vibrations on human targets, a booming blast against monsters (Disguised as a large pen) ∞ Verja - Celestial Bronze Shield, impact resistant (No disguise) ∞ Twin Throwing Axes ∞ Twin Throwing Knives ∞ Boot Knife ∞ Back Up Axe ∞ Two-handed axe ∞ Armor A B I L I T I E S Korbin's abilities include: Mystiokinesis, Odikinesis, Hypnokinesis, & Telumkinesis 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Mystiokinesis : ۵ While able to use magic for anything to a lesser extent than many others demi-gods, especially the children of Hecate, Korbin's ability seems to be mostly defensive, wards and runes that protects himself from harm, negative magic, and annoyances. In addition, Korbin has a powerful command over the Mist, able to use it to prevent mortals from seeing or remembering anything. Odikinesis : ۵ A strange manifestation of the power gifted by Odin, Korbin's ability could really be described as something else entirely. For Korbin, it's all about calming people down with the ability or bolstering his allies fighting with him. His Odikinesis is specifically tailored to countering others manipulating his emotions while still inspiring others. This ability also tends to work directly with Korbin's Hypnokinesis and when in tandem can even drain children of War. Hypnokinesis : ۵ As the child of Sleep itself, Korbin's only power and most despised, despite its power is hypnokinesis. Korbin can put an individual to sleep instantly with a single touch. The type of sleep, the duration, and power can all be manipulated but he has no power over dreams themselves. Another manifestation of his power is an aura around him that drains and tires out anyone that comes into it that wishes harm on the Demi-god. This power has been shown to affect even powerful monsters. When working in tandem with Odikinesis, the power can even drain and exhausts children of War. Korbin can also activate this ability at will to affect even those that do not wish him ill will, and is always active while he is sleeping. This has caused his cabin in Norway to be routinely left alone due to the potent effects. Telumkinesis : ۵ Yet another power gifted by Odin, Korbin's manifestations of this power are simple in nature. The first is complete control over standard norse weapons. This includes axes, knives, swords, shields, and bows that would be Norse or Viking in nature. Korbin understands and can use any of these weapons to a high skill level and can manipulate them in the air. The second manifestation is the ability to protect his own weapons from other Telumkinetics. It becomes a battle of wills, but with Korbin's other abilities, when he senses his weapons being attacked he can sense the direction and location of the attack and respond if needed. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Korbin is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Italian, French, and Old Norse. Has known of his abilities and history for ten years. Korbin has been fighting monsters hunting him for the same ten years. Helped by his mother. He is entirely ignored by his real father, Hypnos. Is Extremely more mature than his age suggests, but he loves trying to just be a kid. Suffers from PTSD. Has a deep bond with his adopted father Odin, and his wolf gifted by the Norse god. The Wolf and Korbin are dangerous when fighting together. Routinely speaks with, is helped by, and protected by Odin. Their relationship is extremely close. T H E M E S O N G S "LOST" by NF/Feat. Hopsin "Valhalla-Epic" by Samuel Kim Music Face Claim: Sean O'donnel | 696969

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: Camp Jupiter to Camp Half-Blood; New York.
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The San Francisco bay was chilly, a salty wind mixing with the industry of a large city. Standing at the door to the barracks, taking in the morning was Seventeen-year-old Aurelius Hale. The Praetor breathing deeply inwards and then out, a soft smile on his face. It would be the last time he would awaken this way for some time, his last day with his men. With a sigh, Relus, as he preferred to be called, brought up a hand and carded through his hair, somewhat styling it but really just making the unkempt sleep tossed strands get even messier. He moved on auto-pilot through his morning routine, showering first and dressing in a rich purple tunic, blue jeans, and a golden cuirass which had a purple cape that fell to just below the knee attached to the back. Finished dressing, the young man left the barracks and began his morning run to Temple Hill.

Running in the morning when the world first began to wake up was one of Relus's favorite things to do. No one but Octavia knew it, but watching as the sky gave way to morning, darkness retreating until dusk came again, and the animals waking up all around the hills. It was magical, and Relus never felt closer to the gods than he did at those moments. He made it up to Temple Hill and knelt at the entrance while he caught his breath, a small prayer of thanks to Victoria before standing and making his way to the Temple of Pluto. As with the Temples Jupiter and Neptune, the Temple to Pluto was large and spacious, with plenty of space to pay respects. Aurelius stopped at the entrance and removed his shoes before entering and went to bow before the main statue. "Mighty Pluto, as I have done every morning of my time in Camp Jupiter I come to honor and thank you for your blessing and the honor of being chosen by you. I leave today for Camp Half-Blood where I doubt I will find a temple to your name. As such, I request once more that if you feel I should remain to let me know now. My love for Octavia is strong but I am yours to command in the end."

All was quiet for the ensuing fifteen minutes of prayer, and with a nod, Relus bowed his way out of the Temple and then made his way to another temple, smaller and out of the way the inscribed sigil above the entranceway was a wheel spoke. The Temple of Nemesis was entered as if Aurelius was entering his own home, the young demi-god comfortable and at peace. "Mother, I'm home." He said with a chuckle. He moved to the statue and bowed his head. "At least I'll be near you Mother. I have to say I'm a bit anxious but also excited to see Octavia again. I also have to break it to the Legion somehow. I pray you'll be with me when I do, I will need the support, even if it's a brief murmur. I love you, and I will see you on the other side of the country huh?" He smirked and tossed his now dried hair and stepped up to the statue, placing his hand on Nemesis's shin before he headed out and began running back to the barracks.

Instead of a sleeping camp though, this time as he neared the barracks activity was all around as campers woke up and began their own morning routines. The garrison on the Praetorian Gate was reinforced and Relus was offered a very brief challenge. Before, the guards would just open if they saw him or Octavia until Relus chewed them out for laziness. Everyone, even the gods themselves were expected to state their identity, it was the one big rule that no one really followed. It had taken years to finally get this practice down but Relus could smile as he gave his salute and held his Imperial Gold sword up into the air as was his signal. The gates opened slowly, and Relus replaced his sword just as he jogged in, instantly met by the Legion's quartermaster. "Ah, no Levinius. All those reports go to Quincy now." Relus gave a 'you should know that' look to the quartermaster who blinked and at least had the decency to look quite alarmed.

"Oh! Jupiter's apologies Praetor, I am just so used to you taking the morning report after your run. I will head off to find Quincy." The boy muttered his words and backed off, moving along and leaving Relus to sigh and shake his head again. This was going to be a long day...

And a long day it was, full of drill and wargames on the Field of Mars. Relus stood in the observation area with his chosen replacement, Quincy, a seasoned and strong Centurion. "Now, you see how the groups are off there, annnnd there." Relus points to two different Cohorts. "We have to make sure that that movement is uniform across the board. They'll try and get away with anything small, your job is to catch it and make them do it until it's right five times in a row. If you need help, MacArthur has your number, and Lupa I'm sure wouldn't mind addressing any trouble-makers. But honestly, I don't think we'll have any problems." The Centurion, Quincy nodded and placed his hands behind his back, helmet still tucked firmly in the nook of his arm.

"I agree with you Praetor Hale, I should have no issues with this task and I will send what troops we can spare from this assignment to assist on one of the fronts." Relus nods and observes one more time.

"Alright, call them in for a briefing. My plane leaves in exactly two hours, it is time for me to take my leave. Jupiter guide your mind Centurion." The other boy gives a brisk salute and then heads up to prepare the camp to be addressed.

It was perhaps some twenty minutes later that the camp was prepared and an aide came back to retrieve Relus, put him on the wings of the stage, and then whispered into his mic. "In position."

"And now, your Praetor would like a word with you all!" At the introduction, Aurelius took a deep breath and began moving forward until he was standing before the Legion who were standing in perfect formations, all at attention. Relus took the microphone and placed his left hand behind his back while he stops.

"Legion, dimitto. Please, relax I stand before you today not only as one of your Praetors but also a friend and fellow Camper. Today, after this assembly I will be making my way into the city and boarding a plane for New York and then to Camp Half-Blood." He paused as whispering broke out and nodded a few times. "I'm aware this may take some of you off guard but it is what I feel needs to be done. I will be looking to promote more cooperation and chances to grow stronger together with the Greeks. We all have things we can learn from the other, and it is the hope that with mutual understanding Romans and Greeks can even potentially begin quests together. While I am away, Centurion Quintus Aurion will be in command. I will miss every single one of you, you're the best Legionnaires I could ask to serve with, and I go to try and make things better for you. Until I return. Aureole Validas! Stand strong, be perfect." Aurelius finished speaking and bowed his head forward and then headed off the stage where a deafening clapping could be heard.

Such a response invigorated Relus who passed over the torch formally to Quincy and then headed for the tunnel where a car was waiting to take him to the city. The last few steps within the tunnel caused Relus to look back, eyes taking in the sights and sounds once more, breathing in the air as dusk slowly began to retake the territory it lost in the morning. A soft smile was on his face as he got into the car, things would be alright. He managed to once again refrain from texting Octavia, deciding to instead truly surprise her when he showed up. He looked to the drive and gave a nod, he was ready...

The blinking of a damaged sign reading 'No Board' is what captivated Relus's attention. When not on duty and in a crowded location, such as a bustling airport with hundreds of potential flyers, Aurelius liked to lose track of the world for a little bit and just relax. A stark contrast to the constant head-turning, crowd checks, and contingency plans when he was responsible for a host of other Legionnaires. With a soft yawn, Relus stood and gave a stretch and smoothed his hair on its left side above the ear. He was a mix of bored, frustrated, and relaxed and all of them were his least favorite emotions more or less. He made his way to his gate and plastered a fake smile onto his face as he greeted the ticket collector who blushed and looked down as she checked his ticket and then gave a wink when she noticed he was in first class. Briefly, Aurelius considered flirting back but the fact that he was even taking this trip to get back to Octavia kept his usual playful personality in check.

Truth be told, Relus was lucky he had been allowed first-class. He usually kept things simple, off the grid, but he had managed to get the tickets cheap and so here Relus was, settling into his seat and smirking softly as he brought out his laptop and typed in a coded phrase into a chatbox, 'Passing Herod.' There was a moment of quiet before a gentle ding informing of a message and Kairo glanced down to see a response fly across his screen. 'Welcome Praetor, password accepted.' Relus smirked again and closed the laptop lid before breathing out a sigh and closing his eyes, head leaning back. When he opened them next he found that the trip was already halfway over and that it was pitch-black outside. With a large stretch and a stifled yawn, Relus took stock of his surroundings and decided to stretch his legs and use the little demi-god's room. As he was passing by other sleeping first-class fliers he took note of the time and chuckled a bit, he must have been more tired than he had thought. It didn't really matter, the trip was going to be spent doing nothing anyway so catching up on missed sleep was a blessing really but still, Aurelius didn't like succumbing to any weakness and the need for sleep was one of those.

In the end, however, after taking care of other mortal needs such as the bathroom, Relus returned to his seat and once again passed out and didn't wake again until he felt hands gently shaking him. Coming out of his sleep he froze, muscles tensing and eyes dilating as a rush of adrenaline ran through him until he managed to gain control. He had to relax each muscle slowly and let himself wake before opening his eyes and forcing a smile when he noticed the same attractive blonde attendant hovering over him. She seemed hesitant and apologetic for startling him but Relus just poured on the charm and made sure to ease the situation so as to not make a scene. He also quietly cursed his exhaustion and for not waking earlier. He could just hear his old instructor in his head. 'Don't you DARE ever lose focus, at any time!' With a sigh, he gathered his belongings and after the plane touched down and began taxiing to an available gate, Aurelius opened his laptop and opened his e-mail, double-checking his directions to Camp Half-Blood. With the address memorized, Relus disembarked into the nightlife of New York City and managed to catch a taxi right away.

The City was impressive, Relus would give it that. The amount of activity during the night was quite insane and as the taxi left the big skyscrapers, and bumper-to-bumper traffic behind for a bit more green Aurelius was actually glad for the change of scenery. Eventually, the taxi made it to the destination, a small farm-house and Aurelius paid the driver and muttered his thanks before making sure he had everything. The most important being his Onyx Ring, and Golden Coin. The two blades were Aurelius's pride and joy, and if anything happened to them he would be quite saddened. He walked around the house and spotted the trail easily, adjusting his bags and moving forward. It was a well-traveled path actually, and not hard to follow at all, and Relus made good timing to get to the boundary.

As he entered into the camp proper he noticed that he was morning, and not wanting to miss any of the fun he placed his gear into his cabin and then went about gearing himself up in Greek gear. He spent the entire day messing with and following Octavia around. Sure it was a bit creeper, but he had just flown across the entire country to get back to her, he deserved a biiiiit more for his big reveal. He watched proudly as she performed in the obstacle course, stood against her brother, and then headed for healing. He also chuckled at how quickly he left said Healers and as she headed for the Ares house, Relus figured it was time to say hello. He headed up the stairs and knocked a few times, removing the Greek helmet and tossing his hair out a bit.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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For an infirmary to run effectively, it needed communication. Not just with the various shifts of Healers, but also with those that could make medicine, provide ambrosia, bandages, and most of Lukas's day after second rounds were spent doing inventory requests and supply management. He had exactly five i-pads open on his desk and each of them had almost ten tabs of inventory and what supplies they were critically short on. He was unsure what was being given to the quest goers, but he was playing on the safe side and assuming everything those in the supply room could spare. It was a fight Lukas wasn't willing to get into, the use of supplies in that manner. They -would- need them, but it was Lukas's responsibility to ensure they could be replaced. It was a thankless job for sure, and he was unsure anyone else knew just how important it was.

But it was done for the day at least, and now he could mostly relax. He closed his office door and locked it, testing it to ensure that it was good and then turning around, almost running directly into another Camper. The other Camper, not paying as much attention softly ran into Lukas and the Son of Apollo had to brace against his office door to stay upright. Lukas was just about to give a lecture when he noticed who it was.

If there was any other camper within Camp Half-Blood that was as busy as Lukas it was Mikhael. The son of Asclepius was a seasoned Healer and a good creator of Medications which meant he was also one of Lukas's favorite people and his one of four administration. "Extremely busy as always. That's not a bad idea, or perhaps another Infirmary that we could staff with our better trauma Healers near the course itself? Run me down a list of pros and cons for both ideas? We'll talk about it in our next admin meeting. Oh, and with the quest, I have us drastically short on a few medications, namely azithromycin and antiviral medicines like ribavirin. Is it possible for you to make some of those? Or should I order more in bulk?"

Lukas was in full admin mode and as such when Elias came up to him and Mikhael the boy didn't even notice him until the Son of Ares spoke and Lukas had to take a deep breath and swallowed to keep from blushing. Of course, it was this guy. Elias was that sort of boy that Lukas watched from afar, which sounded much creepier than it really was. Elias just had that vibe about him that he was hard to get and Lukas didn't think he had much of a shot, plus Lukas currently had his eyes dead-set on someone else so he just looked from a distance, admiring the confidence and strength of the Son of Ares.

Eventually, Lukas managed to find his voice and maneuvered one of the five i-pads up from the bottom. He began pressing a few buttons and then frowned. "If she was here, I don't have her charts uploaded yet so she either is still here or JUST left and the Healer hasn't had time to input the interaction yet. Sorry, don't seem to be much help to you. I could help you look?" He raised an eyebrow, eyes darting to Mikhael to let the boy know he hadn't forgotten about him either.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Aurelius Lucius Hale

_{"Nothing comes free, it all takes hard work and the -want- to see things succeed. I don't take shortcuts, no one should."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Aurelius Lucius Hale ∞ Lucy if you dare ∞ Noctis ∞ Goldie ∞ Elus ∞ Relus A G E 3rd of April - Seventeen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual N A T I O N A L I T Y Roman, Greek P R O V E N A N C E Unknown ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6' 2" Weight: 171lbs Hair: ∞ Black Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Ectomorph Body Marks: ∞ On his right arm is a tattoo of Nemesis' wheel with Pluto's sigil above. The mark SPQR is right below followed by eight line marks. Other than this he has 50 other individual tattoo's. He makes a habit of getting a new one after a particularly decent fight or battle. Or when his Cohort brings honor. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Very happily taken. Crushes: ∞ He already has the best Current: ∞ Octavia Ramírez-Arellano Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Aelius Lucius Hale Mother: Nemesis (Goddess of Retribution and Vengeance) Siblings: ∞ None that he's aware of. L E G A C Y Pluto/Hades (King of the Underworld) P E T S ∞ Tiberius; a Black German Shepherd ∞ Azora; a Black Maine Coon O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Warfare ✔ Squad Tactics ✔ Dueling ✔ Sparring ✔ War-games ✔ Organization, and Drill ✔ Any kind of gaming ✔ Movies (War and Action) ✔ Tattoos ✔ Partying after a long day of training ✔ Hunting ✔ Teaching combat skills D I S L I K E S ✘ People who underestimate him ✘ Anyone who keeps him from training in any way ✘ Those who judge only based off appearances ✘ Greek Superiority complexes ✘ Disarray, and disorganization in the formation ✘ Anyone who relies on anything other than hard work and dedication. ✘ Feeling lost and unsure of what to do ✘ Titanspawn of any kind ✘ 'Honor' Duels, just don't ✘ Disrespect to himself or any other in authority ✘ The Nickname Lucy ✘ Being away from Octavia ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Straightforward/Blunt | Likeable | Elitist | Reliable | Motivated | Unconventional | Proud What can one say, inside every blood-thirsty warrior there's also a deep and complicated web of emotions and thoughts that make them up. It's no different for Elias, more so even with his current predicament. The Son of Nemesis' most seen trait is his Pride. He takes pride in his appearance, his abilities, and his life. You could say he was a bit too prideful and you'd be right but it's a work in progress and while Pride may be what you see first about him, it's quickly taken under surface by a myriad of other traits that make up the Praetor. Such as the fact that he's actually rather likeable and easy to talk with. He has a straightforwardness about him that has him able to speak his mind to anyone without worrying about what the other thinks. He's secure about himself, uncaring about what other people think of him, aside from underestimating him in battle that is. He's a firm leader, very strict but very fair. He cares for anyone and everyone under him and can be counted on to show up to any situation asked of him. In larger scale social situations he executes a very simple laissez-faire attitude, preferring to make witty comments in the back and stay out of the spotlight since he commands so much attention when in combat mode. He loves to relax and not be in charge for a bit. He's a puzzle piece that you have to carefully put in place lest he lose his patience. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y The life of a Legionnaire isn't for everyone. Being born and raised in New Rome no one knew that more than Aurelius Hale. His father, a graduate of Camp Jupiter and Centurion for his last ten years had barely made it himself when he started out. But perseveerance and determination to get better drove the man and he ended up a consort of Nemesis herself. The Goddess had been impressed with the work that Elias' father put in and his ability to rise through the ranks despite luck seeming to be against him. She admitted that she put those obstacles in his way as tests and that he had passed with flying colors. The two of them had a love like a burning bonfire, very intense and easily spotted before burning out and leaving a lot of ashes. For nine months the two had a love that was like no other and then, Aurelius Lucius Hale was born into the world. Nemesis, knowing that her desires to remain and perhaps even be a family was fruitless gave her sorrowful goodbye and let the love of her current life know she would be watching. Knowing that he was a demi-god, the entire city of New Rome took to the age old saying of 'it takes a village to raise a child.' Aelius was able to get a job while the wives and mothers of current campers took care of him. He was raised a proper and proud son of New Rome and took to his upbringing well. He was highly energetic and very inquisitive as a boy and none of the 'village' discouraged such. When Aurelius was Eight years old, far younger than most, he was taken to the Wolf House where he spent much time with Lupa. The wolf taught him much and saw within him quite a potential. Seeing as he would simply be preparing himself for camp in New Rome anyway, he was accepted into the Legion. Even at a young age, the boy excelled in the harsh, strict, and merciless training program. He wasn't exactly strong but he was very fast and he used that to manipulate those that underestimated him into making mistakes. He took to tactics quickly and by the time he was ten he had impressed not only his instructors but his peers. This respect was only furthered when Elias was chosen by Pluto and granted the King of the Underworld's Legacy. With Pluto marking him and Nemesis' blood running through his veins Aurelius was a name that everyone knew in Camp Jupiter. And they would continue knowing it all throughout the next seven years, the boy progressing to Centurion, Senator, and then Praetor alongside his current love, Octavia. Under their leadership, the Legion and Camp Jupiter prospered, but when Octavia left for Camp Half Blood, Elias felt like a part of himself was missing as well. He got along fine in camp, but it was different and he eventually convinced his mother to allow him to enroll in Camp Half Blood as well... He would do anything for Octavia, even suffer the Greeks if he had to. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty ⧿ Nemesis ( Greek goddess of balance, retribution, and vengeance) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P None (Nine in Camp Jupiter) ∞ Has collected no beads (Nine hash marks) ∞ Just Arrived R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ None as of yet W E A P O N S ∞ Naegling - Imperial Gold Spatha (Disguised as a coin) ∞ Vrangr - Stygian Iron Sword, a Gift from Pluto (Disguised as a ring) ∞ Pugio Dagger ∞ Hasta Infantry Spear ∞ Small Pilium ∞ Praetor Armor A B I L I T I E S Aurelius' abilities include: Tychokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Phobikinesis, & The Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Tychokinesis : ۵ While his mother is Nemesis, Relus's ability in Tychokinesis is rather tame. It's entirely passive, affecting those in combat with him. If anyone attempts to use luck to manipulate their odds in a battle with Relus involved Nemesis's gift will activate to counter it. Likewise, if someone attempts to plague Relus with bad luck, Nemesis's gift will again counter. Phobikinesis : ۵ An extremely weak version of the power, Relus is able to mostly intimidate monsters. The ability tends to grow stronger the more Relus fights and when he comes closer to winning. This ability is Relus's weakest. Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance : ۵ Another mostly passive power granted by Nemesis. This ability allows Aurelius to gain strength and power against someone who has wronged him, harmed him, or has broken a pact of some sort either by cheating or lying. Umbrakinesis : ۵ The stronger power granted to Aurelius by his mother it is also the power given to him when he was chosen by Pluto. Aurelius's control over the Shadows is complete and powerful. Relus mostly uses it to control the fighting field around him. Making walls, signaling out enemies, creating a funnel, or protecting a weak spot. He can so step in and out of those Shadows and 'port' to a location he can see. To do this takes great concentration and takes immense effort to do in combat, and his current record is four jumps in battle scenarios. Finally, Relus is able to create barriers and shields of darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Aurelius is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Latin, Greek, and French. Taught himself Greek Arms, Armor, and tactics. Is an experienced mounted combatant. Has a close relationship with his mother and Legacy. Is closer to his Legacy than his godly mother. But loves each of them. He's never had many siblings so he takes a big brother approach to younger campers. Tends to dress in Dark purples or blues with gold accents. Is a prodigal duelist and excels in fights he can control. T H E M E S O N G S "Frontlines" by Tomeee Profitt/Feat. Jessie Early "Eye of the Tiger" by Tommee Profitt/Feat. Fjora Face Claim: Ash Stymest | #9370D8

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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"No! No, no, no, NO!" The sound of a medium pitched tenor voice echoes from the storage room within the Infirmary of Camp Half-blood. "This one goes there, THAT one goes there right?!" Within the storage room the owner of the voice points his finger dramatically to the top of a storage box and then to the bottom. One of the more junior healers winces and nods before rapidly replacing his failed inventory. He gives a sheepish smile to the older boy and looks outside the door.

"Sorry about that Lukas, I always mess those up. No excuse though." The young camper states, still with that sheepish smile on his face. Lukas rolls his eyes and gestures his dismissal.

"It's fine Trevor, but I will point it out every time until you get it right. You're good to end your shift, but make sure to practice your bandaging. It was sloppy today, but I think you have a general idea. Enough to practice at least. Expect to be tested on it." Lukas gives the lad a wink and then pushes him off towards the door.

Now left alone, Lukas fixes a few other issues with the organization and then walks out, taking the familiar path into the room. He oversees the current patients and their respective treatments, meets with one of his Senior Healers, and then heals a more critical ankle fracture. Hours later the son of Apollo manages to enter his office and takes a breath of relief as he is finally able to relax. Upon the desk is a memo giving him the heads up of a quest being taken and that those chosen would need to pick a day for their screenings. Lukas raises an eyebrow and curiosity takes hold of him as he considers what kind of quest was given out.

Far too soon his break was over and he was back out into work mode. He stopped by every cot, sitting and talking with those wounded, giving some more pain medication and checking vitals. But mostly getting to know them more. His last ward, a son of Athena smiled up to him and nodded to a chess-board. Lukas chuckles and kneels down to take the boy's hand and checks how he was healing and nods to himself, content with the current treatment the boys healer was applying. "Afternoon Liam, looks like your healing up good. I would say another day here and then you can be released. Now, as for this game. I'm pretty sure I got this." Lukas moves his rook to check the opposing King and Liam gives a knowing smile before blocking the attack and check-mating Lukas. The healer just sat stunned and then laughs musically. "Alright, alright. 0 for 4 me. Set up the next game. I'm winning at least one." Liam laughs as well and begins setting the board back to its starting position as Lukas exits the main floor and heads outside.

He is greeted with a stretcher being led into the infirmary and Luke takes on the case himself. "Talk to me, what happened." The stretcher-bearer at the front huffs out through heavy breaths.

"15-year-old female camper fell from the top of the climbing tower after making it up. Blood pressure is way up, and Heart-rate is currently 190." Lukas nods a few times and takes a hold of the girl's hand, getting a list of her injuries and wincing a bit. He points to the reserve spot for heavy trauma and shrugged out of his coat.

He gestures for everyone to step back. "Not enough time for conventional treatment, the fall caused head trauma. There's a Bleed that I need to stop." He says nothing further but clasps his left hand upon the patient's left shoulder while his right continues to hold her hand. Lukas furrows his eyebrows as he enters a deep focus. After ten minutes of what looks like nothing on the surface, Lukas opens his eyes and looks to his second. "The bleed is secure. I'm going to start healing now, you go over the superficial wounds inferior while I focus on the superior injuries." The two medics go to work and the sound of Greek Hymns fills the area, Lukas humming and as he does so his skin begins to brighten just slightly and his eyes turn golden. It takes less time than one might think, using two healers and having one with Lukas' potency. The girl stirs and wakes just as they were moving her to a cot. Lukas glances up at his team and nods. "Not bad, make sure she's monitored for the next few days, but she should be fine. I'll check in later."

At his dismissal, everyone scatters to get busy once again. There was always some sort of healing going on, some emergency being handled and Lukas wouldn't have it any other way. It was just another day in Camp Half-Blood.