Fabricant451

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

First. Boom.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

WELL I MEAN EVERYONE ELSE WAS DOING IT EARLY SO WHY NOT

A.J./Hera

"Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling." -Louisa May Alcott

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Personal Information

Name:
Avery J. Stratton

Nickname:
A.J., if making a name out of initials counts as a nickname. It's perhaps one of the nicer names people give to her all things considered.

Birth Date:

August 20, 1994

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
There's a good chance that many people will be looking up at A.J. in both the literal and figurative sense. Such things tend to happen when one is gifted with height. A.J. is a tall woman, standing at a good six foot two, and she wears her height rather well by not being a gangly sort of tall. While not in possession of an overly shapely figure, when she isn't dressing down A.J.'s more physical attributes come into the light, starting with the length of her legs which, depending on who you ask, rank high on her list of physical features. There's little cellulite to be found on her body thanks to what she claims is a good metabolism. Though her legs and the toned nature contained within are certainly points of interest, it is her sharp jawline and cheeks that A.J. is most proud of. Her visage is strong, elegant and angular, that it's such a shame that it's rarely shown to be smiling genuinely.

A.J.'s hair is always medium length and bounces between a sandy color and a more obvious blonde. She doesn't often experiment with new styles, preferring the standard middle part and healthy amount of brushing to maintain its straight nature. Her eyes, less bright and more pronounced, are a muddy brown but that doesn't stop them from being able to carry her glances of interests and incredulity. There aren't any blemishes on her skin, not even so much as a lingering scratch or wound or even tan lines. It's evident that A.J. enjoys making herself look presentable, and often that translates to a healthy amount of eyeshadow/eyeliner and lipstick, but it's never to the point of being caked on. That would just be disastrous.

A.J. goes for more glamour than outright flirty, knowing that one needn't show off to grab attention when needed. But by the same token her devotion to the glamour comes with its own cost.



Clothing Style:

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In a word? Variable. More often than not A.J. will be wearing clothing that screams comfort and casual but is more fashion oriented than a simple 'casual' look of jeans or what have you. While jeans are certainly welcome, it's never without matching accessories or a top to match. A.J. stays on top of the trends in the fashion world mainly so she knows when it's time to update her wardrobe, blending the in style trends with more down-to-earth, common person affordable items. She leaps at the chance to go formal since it is an excuse to wear dresses that either show off a bit of leg or else swish and sway with the steps; either way it all feels good to wear. A.J.'s style is a mixture of what's in and what's affordable, though what's affordable to her might not be so for everyone. But that's not exactly her fault, is it.

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Hider

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Delving Deeper

Quirks/Oddities/Habits

• A rather light sleeper, A.J. will often sleep with the covers fully over her just to add an additional muffler from potential sounds that will wake her up. People that just stomp their way to the bathroom in the middle of the night earn a permanent spot on her shit list.
• An avid eater, at meal times A.J.'s portion sizes are a bit on the larger side though she doesn't seem to notice or care. Some observers note that she eats enough for two or three.
• Has a bit of a thing for jewelry, specifically rings. She will often play with her own ring when bored, spinning it around her finger or something to that effect.
• She doesn't use contractions in both speech and writing.
• Whenever she thinks or has some sort of idea, be it good or bad, A.J. hums. Audibly.

Likes:
☑ Pizza. It doesn't even matter what toppings. Pizza.

☑ Winter weather. It means coats finally get their time to shine.

☑ Fruit juice. Preferably freshly squeezed and not the artificial junk. It's a better alternative to sugar water.

☑ That indescribable moment after a real heavy kiss.

☑ An undisturbed night of sleep.

☑ Animated things. Be it cartoons or movies or even little flip books. It's cute.

Dislikes:
☒ Phonies and Fakers; don't ever lie to her.

☒ Laziness, and that includes people who just toss on 'whatever' when they get dressed.

☒ Clingy sorts that are unable to take 'I'll call you' for an answer.

☒ Slovenly sorts, the types that spill their food or don't clean properly. Those types.

☒ Autumn weather. It doesn't know if it wants to be summer or winter and it's just unbearable either way.

Fears:

• Obscurity. For better or worse, people know who A.J. is, and she very much would like it that way forever.
• Snakes. Ophidiophobia
• Romance. She's heard the stories. She's experienced certain situations. Love hurts. Love kills. She'll stay out of love's way.

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Personality:

♦ Jealous ♦ Social ♦ Heartbreaker ♦ Vain

There's a word for people like to use about A.J. and it's not one used in polite company, though the truth of the matter is a bit different than what it seems. It's quite easy to see just what traits she took from dear sweet mother despite A.J.'s protests on the matter. Popularity is something that A.J. flocks to, believing herself to be someone worth knowing due to her having a finger on the pulse. She wants people to know her name even if she can't be assed to remember any herself. Always with some new bit of candy around her arm or in her eyes, A.J. seems to be the type to be seen as a bitch due to her interests in physical beauty in herself and others, but while it's true she surrounds herself with yes-men and women and enjoys being the center of any given attentions, A.J. is hardly a bitch or even catty. She treats those that make an effort just the same as she treats her inner circle and is always willing to lend an ear to the girls that need a little bit of guidance.

It's just that her more...negative aspects overshadow her kinder ones. A.J.'s love of physical attractiveness has made her rather vain. Her fear of romantic involvements and entanglements has made her into something of a tease though it's something of a status symbol to be her bit of arm candy even if all that comes of it is a single night. Though she does have a heart, especially for the girls in the academy, A.J. buys a little too much into her own hype which serves to make her equal parts ice queen and motherly. With a bit more emphasis on the ice queen on most days.

A.J. is hot and she wants people to know that regardless of how it bad it might make her look.

Background:
One of the perks of being the child of someone that's a pretty big deal is that it makes you want for nothing. Though a marriage was not involved, A.J.'s mother had a particularly wild night after another in a long series of one-ups she was having with someone who won't be mentioned and this one ended with a pregnancy; an unwanted side effect but then, who hadn't been there before. A.J. was raised by her mother just long enough for her mother to instill some very important wisdom about life and people in general. A.J. didn't quite understand at the time, what young person does when the topic consists of such concepts as 'infidelity' and 'people will disappoint you'?

But A.J.'s father, despite not wanting to be one, had little choice but to take her in after her mother suddenly parted to continue to game and her spiteful existence. A.J.'s father, Anthony, is a wealthy sort that managed to turn his less than stellar looks into million dollar paychecks thanks to his ability to believably act. Growing up, A.J. was spoiled, raised more by the house help than the parent that stayed behind. There were visits from her mother, but they grew less and less frequent the older A.J. got.

It was actually her mother that insisted A.J. attend Olympus Academy if only so she could be among people A.J. could relate to. A.J. didn't understand at the time how...higher up her mother truly was and she entered the Academy with the hopes that there weren't any expectations to live up to anyone. A.J. really just wanted to continue being doted on like she was at home, though that was a bit more difficult among peers. Difficult, but certainly not impossible.

A.J. started exhibiting habits from her mother, namely in how she dealt with people that she felt betrayed her, the liars and cheaters of the world. Jealousy and spite reared their heads far too often and with it came a desire to be wanted...to be desired. Comparisons between herself and more unsavory aspects of her mother were quick to raise her anger, and considering the sorts that attend Olympus Academy, thsoe comparisons were made rather often.

She's more like her mother than she cares to admit.

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Extra:
Subscribes to the belief of 'Don't get mad, get even'.

Keeps pointers on just who is sleeping with who. This is for research purposes and for the whole 'get even' thing. Just in case.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Hera

Relationship With Godly Parent:
A.J. wouldn't say they have a great relationship, but they have an...understanding. She no longer thinks Hera left her behind now that she knows more about the pantheon and her heritage and all that, but it's doubtful A.J. will say she loves her mother. But she wouldn't say she loves her father either and he was actually there for more of her life. Hera cares for A.J. no more or no less than any other child she has borne but there is care to be found.

Godly Abilities: Due to Hera's status as the 'Queen' of the gods, A.J. considers herself as something of a 'Queen' of the demigods and with this status comes the ability to influence her 'worshipers' to do her bidding, which mostly consists of telling her hangers-on to do things like take her tests, do her homework, and cater to her.

On the more positive side, A.J. can also grant favor to couples and her blessing to young couples comes with assurance that their love is for real and will last. A.J. doesn't play matchmaker, but she can see who is faithful and who isn't and if two people have genuine feelings towards one another.

A.J. can't turn into a bird, but she can understand and communicate with them if the need should ever arise. Birds see many things from above and are shockingly good for intel.

Less an ability and more taking after her mom, when scorned A.J. will do everything in her power to ensure the humiliation of whoever it was that wronged her, no matter what.

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE HECATE BUT IT WAS A SWERVE ALL ALONG

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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Much Godly, Such Pussy.

@Altered Tundra

Well if it's at all like regular ass Greek mythology everyone's gonna be spite fuckin' anyway.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

All I know is there seems to be a lotta daughters floatin' around in the idea pool right now

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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you can still go for it tbh. I'm very indecisive about Daughter of Hecate. The only one I am deadset on is Son of Zeus. So, if you want to magic it up with Hecate's Daughter, go for it.

@Altered Tundra

Nah, it's all good, I've got contingencies on contingencies but I'm keepin' 'em all close to the chest cuz that way the competition will never know I'm there. Sneaky style.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

no hecate oh nooooooo the plans guess plan e is a go

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Now you say Greek Gods and Goddesses but what's the protocol on...let's say non deities but still part of the overall pantheon? Like, say, Polyhymnia just to name a name or Calypso to name another name?

Speed Dating: Pezula

My post is up

Speed Dating: Pezula

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Location: Main Room
Interacting with: Lukas Jackson @Aewin

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During the break inbetween dates, such as they were, there was really only one thing that made sense to do in Veronica's eyes; and that was, of course, to tap her index fingers on the table as if she were in the middle of a drum solo. It didn't matter how long the wait was, be it sixty seconds or sixty minutes, Veronica amused herself at every opportunity and in lieu of having her sketchbook she had to improvise. There was no real rhyme or reason to her current drumming, but she was into it enough that she didn't initially notice that the second partner of the evening had arrived.

Veronica stopped when Lukas sat down and she made no effort to apologize for her minor bout of inattentiveness. Her eyes did a quick scan; she assumed everyone here was making initial judgments based just on the physical. No matter what people said about 'beauty on the inside' or 'I care about personality' it all boiled down to that initial moment of physical attraction. She had been around enough hot, but drunk, people to know that someone could have the worst personality but be a total knock out in the looks department and go on to be the First Lady or something. Veronica knew the cards in her deck, her personality was on the low end of things and she didn't doll herself up to boost the attractiveness; that, in her mind, was her charm. Reality.

Lukas wasn't the type of partner Veronica typically went for, but she was a beggar for the better part of her twenty-some years, being choosy was no longer an option. There was a bit of a wholesome look to him and she wasn't quite sure yet if that was a good or bad thing. Wholesome often meant boring. But sometimes it meant someone looking to try something, anything, new.

"Sup," Veronica asked with a sharp tilting of her head, "Yeah I'm 'Ms. Bryant' but only when I'm signing for a package or something. Otherwise I'm Veronica." Introductions were always so...forced and awkward but fifteen minutes was a lot longer than it seemed.

"What's there to tell?" Veronica asked rather rhetorically, leaning back in her chair to get comfortable. "I'm twenty seven years old, I lived with my parents until I was twenty six, all my friends are in relationships and I'm lucky if I get a guy or girl to call me back after we exchange numbers. I'm a cartoonist; I draw a comic strip called Swingles that you probably don't read but will totally tell me you do to make me feel better about doing something so few people care about. I burp on dates. Loudly. I want to lose a few pounds but I really like junk food - which probably leads to the burping thing - and I can count on one hand the number of times I've been the one asked out and not the other way around."

Veronica rattled off her introduction at a pace that suggested she had given something similar to it before and when she finished she didn't appear to be ashamed or embarrassed by any of it. It was who she was, blemishes and all.

"Oh, and I was born in Ireland. If that matters. I'm guessing you're...don't tell me...you're...in construction? An architect? Something that people that wear blazers do?" With her own intro out of the way, now the ball was passed to Mr. Jackson; Veronica was curious how he would handle it.

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Location: Main Room
Interacting with: Leona Song @Salrynn

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So far the event hadn't been going well. David was willing to chalk it up just to a bad start, he was naive to assume that everyone here would be of a similar mind. That Veronica woman was sitting comfortably at the bottom of his list and it would surely take someone truly reprehensible to knock her from that spot. Better to just forget about it and move on, the event was still young and surely there would be someone able to hold an interesting conversation for the fifteen minutes.

Arriving at the next table where his next date was, David paused a moment at the choice in attire from Ms. Song. "I'm starting to feel like I'm overdressed," he said with a laugh as he sat down and adjusted his sleeves, brushing off any dirt or sand or dust that might've gotten onto him from the previous table. "I like it, though, it's very...punk rock? Like...Siouxsie Sioux? From 'Siouxsie and the Banshees'?"

David paused a moment, thinking if he should sing a bit of 'Kiss Them For Me' but decided against it; this was all about making a good first impression after all and he didn't even know if this woman knew what he was even talking about.

"Sorry, that's probably a bit weird to say right off the bat. I'm new to this whole thing, I haven't been single in a while. Anyway, I'm David. David Sandoval. I'm a doctor, thirty years old, born and raised in New Mexico. That's the boring stuff out of the way easily enough...nice to meet you," David was clearly a bit nervous but hid it behind a grin and an offered hand for shaking. Hopefully he would get used to this process before the night was over.

Speed Dating: Pezula

Gonna have a post up tomorrow