Azure Bubbles

Guardians Of Earth (A Superhero RP)

Guardian Of Earth HQ. Ravenbrook, New York.

Julian caught the look from Kaine. He knew it well. He had seen similar looks every time he showed up anywhere. People hear he has a follower count, and assume he must be unserious. He was used to this nonsense.

Instead of arguing, he leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table as Utopian finished the briefing.

“Okay, wait,” he said, enough to cut in naturally. “If she’s planning something that big… people are going to notice something’s off before we even get there.”

He glanced between Utopian and the others.

“I mean, docks, chemicals, weird activity. In this day and age, someone’s filming that. Or posting about it. Or complaining about it. People don’t just quietly watch something sketchy happen near the water and keep it to themselves.” He gave a small shrug.

”I can check what’s already out there,” he added. “Posts, hashtags, what’s trending, anything near the docks in the last few hours. If she’s setting up, there’s a good chance someone’s already caught a piece of it without realizing what they’re looking at.”

He leaned back slightly after that, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Could give us a better idea of what we’re walking into.” He shrugged. “Perks of being terminally online.”

Olympus Rising

Tyler Hartley

Tyler Hartley | 24 | Male | Aphrodite Successor

Sexuality: Gay

Power: Illusions

Weapon: Mirror (A pink and gold victorian hand mirror with a filigree design)

Appearance:
Tyler stands at 6’1”. He is handsome, and he knows it. He’s got blond hair he actually puts effort into styling (even if he pretends he doesn’t), bright blue eyes, clear skin, and a lean, athletic build he keeps up with regular workouts and a bit of vanity. His features are sharp and naturally photogenic. He’s the kind of person who somehow looks good in pictures without trying… except he absolutely is trying.

His style is clean, fashionable, and just a little extra. Fitted clothes, nice jackets, jewelry, anything that makes him look put together without screaming that he spent an hour picking it out. He’s always at least a little groomed, and there’s usually some kind of skincare or subtle makeup involved. Pink is his favorite color, and he’ll find a way to work it into his look one way or another.

Personality:
Tyler is charming, flirty, and a little full of himself, but in a way that usually works for him. He knows how to get attention and keep it, and he’s very aware of how people see him. Being online as an influencer and trying to break into acting means he’s basically always “on,” even when he doesn’t realize it.

He’s funny, a bit dramatic, and good at talking his way out of uncomfortable situations. If something actually gets to him, he’s way more likely to joke about it or flirt his way past it than deal with it directly. Tyler’s first instinct is usually to talk his way through a problem rather than listen to someone else. He likes being admired. He kind of needs it, but would never admit that out loud.

Underneath all that, he’s more insecure than he lets on. He worries that people only care about how he looks and not who he is, but at the same time, he leans into that because it works. It’s easier to be wanted than to risk being known and rejected. He’s not a bad person, though. He can be thoughtful and genuinely kind when he wants to be. He just doesn’t always know how to stop putting on the act everyone expects.

Short Bio:

Tyler built his life around being seen. Online, he’s a beauty influencer with a decent following. He posts skincare, fashion, the occasional acting clip, and photos that definitely took more effort than he claims. He’s not famous, but he’s known enough that people recognize him sometimes, and yeah, he enjoys that.

What he really wants, though, is to be an actor. Not just someone people look at, but someone people actually take seriously. So far, that hasn’t exactly worked out. Most of the attention he gets is about his appearance, and it’s starting to feel like that’s all anyone sees.

Even before everything changed, Tyler was good at reading people. He knew what they liked, what they wanted, and how to give them just enough of it to keep their attention. He thought it was just instinct.

Then everything went wrong.

It was a brand launch. Fancy venue, free drinks, good lighting, a bunch of influencers competing for the spotlight. Normal for him. He was filming, posting, doing his thing… and then things started feeling off. He couldn’t explain why at first.

Then someone screamed.

The “guests” weren’t guests. They were Sirens. And once they stopped pretending, everything just… collapsed. They started singing, and their voices got into people’s heads, pulled them in. People weren’t even running, they were walking toward them like they wanted to.

Tyler almost did too.

What happened next felt like a dream. A voice introduced itself as Aphrodite, explained far too casually that the Titans were trying to escape, informed him that he had been chosen as her Successor, and instructed him to find the others and trust his intuition.

Then he was back at the event, mirror in hand, with powers he somehow understood despite having no idea what was happening. When he looked into the mirror, it wasn’t just his reflection. It was… more than that. Like he could see what people wanted.

When one of the Sirens came for him, he panicked and used the mirror without really knowing how. The mirror flashed, and the Siren just stopped. Like it got caught in an illusion only it could see.

That pause was enough for him to get out.

After that, nothing made sense anymore.

Now he can create illusions. Specifically, things people want to see. Their heart’s desire, their true love, the most beautiful version of themselves… It’s useful, but it’s also… a lot. Way more personal than he’s comfortable with.

Being chosen by Aphrodite should feel like a compliment. Honestly, part of him still thinks it is. But the more he uses it, the more he realizes this isn’t just about looking good or getting attention. Now he’s stuck dealing with gods, monsters, and a future he never signed up for.

Pokemon: Valkyrie league!

@Zman I was intending to keep this to only 4 people, and I am currently at five...buuuuuuuut

Considering I will be gaming and will probably play some competition in the tournaments, I am willing to forgo my own character for another player. Go ahead and put up a character sheet.

@Birdboy

Guess I took too long with my character sheet. Oh well.

Olympus Rising

Tyler Hartley | 24 | Male | Aphrodite Successor

Sexuality: Gay

Power: Illusions

Weapon: Mirror (A pink and gold victorian hand mirror with a filigree design)

Appearance:
Tyler stands at 6’1”. He is handsome, and he knows it. He’s got blond hair he actually puts effort into styling (even if he pretends he doesn’t), bright blue eyes, clear skin, and a lean, athletic build he keeps up with regular workouts and a bit of vanity. His features are sharp and naturally photogenic. He’s the kind of person who somehow looks good in pictures without trying… except he absolutely is trying.

His style is clean, fashionable, and just a little extra. Fitted clothes, nice jackets, jewelry, anything that makes him look put together without screaming that he spent an hour picking it out. He’s always at least a little groomed, and there’s usually some kind of skincare or subtle makeup involved. Pink is his favorite color, and he’ll find a way to work it into his look one way or another.

Personality:
Tyler is charming, flirty, and a little full of himself, but in a way that usually works for him. He knows how to get attention and keep it, and he’s very aware of how people see him. Being online as an influencer and trying to break into acting means he’s basically always “on,” even when he doesn’t realize it.

He’s funny, a bit dramatic, and good at talking his way out of uncomfortable situations. If something actually gets to him, he’s way more likely to joke about it or flirt his way past it than deal with it directly. Tyler’s first instinct is usually to talk his way through a problem rather than listen to someone else. He likes being admired. He kind of needs it, but would never admit that out loud.

Underneath all that, he’s more insecure than he lets on. He worries that people only care about how he looks and not who he is, but at the same time, he leans into that because it works. It’s easier to be wanted than to risk being known and rejected. He’s not a bad person, though. He can be thoughtful and genuinely kind when he wants to be. He just doesn’t always know how to stop putting on the act everyone expects.

Short Bio:

Tyler built his life around being seen. Online, he’s a beauty influencer with a decent following. He posts skincare, fashion, the occasional acting clip, and photos that definitely took more effort than he claims. He’s not famous, but he’s known enough that people recognize him sometimes, and yeah, he enjoys that.

What he really wants, though, is to be an actor. Not just someone people look at, but someone people actually take seriously. So far, that hasn’t exactly worked out. Most of the attention he gets is about his appearance, and it’s starting to feel like that’s all anyone sees.

Even before everything changed, Tyler was good at reading people. He knew what they liked, what they wanted, and how to give them just enough of it to keep their attention. He thought it was just instinct.

Then everything went wrong.

It was a brand launch. Fancy venue, free drinks, good lighting, a bunch of influencers competing for the spotlight. Normal for him. He was filming, posting, doing his thing… and then things started feeling off. He couldn’t explain why at first.

Then someone screamed.

The “guests” weren’t guests. They were Sirens. And once they stopped pretending, everything just… collapsed. They started singing, and their voices got into people’s heads, pulled them in. People weren’t even running, they were walking toward them like they wanted to.

Tyler almost did too.

What happened next felt like a dream. A voice introduced itself as Aphrodite, explained far too casually that the Titans were trying to escape, informed him that he had been chosen as her Successor, and instructed him to find the others and trust his intuition.

Then he was back at the event, mirror in hand, with powers he somehow understood despite having no idea what was happening. When he looked into the mirror, it wasn’t just his reflection. It was… more than that. Like he could see what people wanted.

When one of the Sirens came for him, he panicked and used the mirror without really knowing how. The mirror flashed, and the Siren just stopped. Like it got caught in an illusion only it could see.

That pause was enough for him to get out.

After that, nothing made sense anymore.

Now he can create illusions. Specifically, things people want to see. Their heart’s desire, their true love, the most beautiful version of themselves… It’s useful, but it’s also… a lot. Way more personal than he’s comfortable with.

Being chosen by Aphrodite should feel like a compliment. Honestly, part of him still thinks it is. But the more he uses it, the more he realizes this isn’t just about looking good or getting attention. Now he’s stuck dealing with gods, monsters, and a future he never signed up for.

Olympus Rising

Reserving Aphrodite pls

Pokemon: Professor's Academy

Callum took a seat somewhere in the middle of the room, setting his bag down by his chair and opening his notebook. He already had a pen out before most people had even sat down, which he was trying not to think too hard about.

Aria settled beside his bag, looking around like she was judging the entire class.

“Don’t,” Callum muttered under his breath.

She blinked at him.

He nudged her lightly with his shoe. “Just… don’t.”

That seemed to satisfy her, for now.

When the TA introduced himself, Callum glanced up. Jason Yew. The name sounded familiar, though he couldn’t immediately place why. Something to do with evolution research, he thought. Or poison-types. Possibly both.

He looked exactly like someone who hadn’t slept enough.

Callum did not comment on that. Not out loud, anyway.

When the syllabus came through, he skimmed it quickly on his Rotom phone. Nothing surprising. Mostly foundational stuff. He’d expected that much. Still felt a little strange being here, though. Second year, sitting in a first-year class because of a scheduling mess. He fidgeted with his hands for a moment. Then relaxed. Chances are, no one actually cared.

When Jason asked for questions, Callum hesitated.

He had a few. More than a few, actually. Most of them were the kind of questions that would immediately make him sound like a know it all that everyone hated. So he picked a normal one. He raised his hand. “Callum Hazelwood. Second year,” he said. “I missed this class last year because of thesis fieldwork, so I’m making it up now.”

He paused, looking down just in time to see Aria inching toward the strap of his bag.

Callum rested a hand lightly on her head to stop her. Then looked back up. “I just wanted to ask… Are we allowed to bring partner Pokémon during field observations? As long as they’re not, you know… interfering with anything.” He hesitated for a second, then added, a little quieter, “You know… Hypothetically speaking…”

Yugioh - Digital Advance

Blake had just started moving toward the portal when the notification popped up.

He paused, glancing at it for a second longer than necessary before opening it. A party invite. That was… faster than he expected.

His looked towards the group Minimax was standing with. They seemed organized, or at least more organized than most of the people crowding the hub. Definitely better than walking into whatever this place was supposed to be completely alone.

Petit Angel drifted lazily at his shoulder, while Dunames remained diligent by his side, waiting for instructions.

Blake considered it for a moment.

Then he replied.

“That sounds reasonable. I was planning on heading there anyway.”

A second passed before he added,

“Thanks for the invite.” With that, he adjusted one sleeve and made his way over. He kept his expression. As if this had been the plan the whole time. “You can call me Blake if you prefer.”

@The Irish Tree

Guardians Of Earth (A Superhero RP)

Meanwhile, Julian just showed up at the HQ.

Olympus Rising

I’m definitely doing a gay male Aphrodite successor. A vain beauty influencer/aspiring actor type.

Guardians Of Earth (A Superhero RP)

Guardian Of Earth HQ. Ravenbrook, New York.

The conference room doors slid open with a small chime.

A soft glow came in first, then Julian Mercer walked through. His white-and-gold suit caught the overhead lights while his cape settled behind him. Glowing in an effortless way because he had perfect lighting.

His eyes moved around the room: empty seats, tension, that heavy serious vibe. “…Wow,” Julian said quietly, straightening up a little. He gave a smaller smile than usual. “Okay, so this is the serious meeting room. Honestly, I expected moodier lighting, but this works too.”

His gaze shifted to Kaine, then Utopian. “Julian Mercer. Spotlight.” Instead of his usual dramatic intro, he just gave a small nod. “I got the message. Figured if you’re calling people in this early, it’s probably not for a team photo.” He paused for a second. “…Although, for the record, I do take a really good team photo.”

He glanced over toward where the janitor had been, then headed farther inside and took a seat, sitting upright as the glow around him faded a little.