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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

i plan on changing the header image to look like millie's but i honestly feel so sick rn

Aiden Weinmann

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Aiden Nathaniel Weinmann. 𝚊𝚐𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nineteen. 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Cis-Male. 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Angry Bisexual. 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Has a couple of sugar daddies, but is mostly single. 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fuckboy that got sent to juvie last year.	𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛: brown | shaggy | some facial hair 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜: soft brown | blood shot | drowsy 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: six feet and one inch | 185 centimeters 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: slouched | abs | broad shoulders 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎: casual | plain t-shirts and ripped jeans

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Aiden is mostly well-known around the school for his lascivious activities and libidinous personality. When he was fifteen, he was very shy and withdrawn from girls and guys, but since then has become a confident bachelor – though, in the twenty-first century, he’s most commonly known as a ‘fuckboy’. With prospective bed partners, he’s flirtatious and charming, using a kind of boyish cheekiness to reel them in – equally playful as he is salacious. Because of his experience with women and men, his behavior has become arrogant and vain with a bit of self-absorption where he tends to ignore the affects his sleeping around hurts others.

This fuckboy persona of his only adds to his cliché bad boy image along with the usual shenanigans he gets into with his friends. When around people he’s close to, Aiden’s very impish and playful. He likes to have a good time and hates being serious for too long. His focus on things that only make him feel good often lead him to be cavalier about any consequences of his actions. Aiden likes to be spontaneous and gets bored with the humdrum of life really quickly if there is nothing to stimulate his wild nature. Despite his irresponsibility in this regard, and the traits that some would believe would make him a bad friend, Aiden takes friendship really serious. He is a ride or die kind of friend – the loyal kind that will pull out all the stops to help them, even if it gets him in trouble. Supportive of his friends’ decisions, Aiden will stand behind his people as long as he breathes – he is protective and possessive all the while doing it.

Around strangers, Aiden is a lot more aloof. He doesn’t bother himself with them and tends to act uninterested in conversation unless he’s getting something out of it – like sex or drugs. Well, he might still be aloof for the drugs. He can also be fairly witty in conversation, even if he is hardly participating in it. Aiden is also the time to rely only on himself and look out for himself when no one else will – a true urbanite survivor.

Underneath the outside layers people perceive of him, there’s the darker Aiden simmering under the surface. It’s plain for anyone to see Aiden’s love for self-medication with substance abuse and bad habits. Anyone can see him and tell you that he has self-destructive tendencies – from walking across the street without looking, to mixing heroin and alcohol despite the very real possibilities of overdose. Aiden has an addictive personality and gets addicted to things relatively easy. He has poor impulse control and no real desire to get any better. Aiden is severely depressed and has so much self-hatred that booze and drugs have become his go-to therapist.

𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

Aiden Nathaniel Weinmann was born on the floor of a gas station bathroom in Dogtown, Florida. His mom was at the gas station to buy booze for her and her boyfriend of two-months, who was not Aiden’s father. Because of Jamie-Lynn’s drinking during her pregnancy, Aiden was born with fetal alcohol spectrum disorder. Though he has no physical manifestations, he has a few heart problems and has mentally affected him with poor judgement and reasoning.

His life after that messy birth on a shit-stained bathroom floor was spent in a messy apartment with his mother, Jamie-Lynn, and his now step-father, Daniel. A lot of times, Aiden wishes his life had started and ended in that bathroom ^{(and if he visits it sometimes with a gun in his hand and a letter in the other, no one has to know)}.

Jamie-Lynn never hid who Aiden’s father was from him. When she was shitfaced, with a concoction of alcohol and heroin mixing in her veins, she’d ramble about how she met Superman, the man of steel: “I was in a bar, and he was a great time, and he took me into his nice ass hotel and he fucked me real hard.” In the beginning, Aiden believed it – as children wont to do – and would go to school saying his dad was Superman, straight out of the comic books, until his fourth grade teacher gave him a serious wake up call. After that, Aiden stopped deluding himself that some mysterious father will show up and claim him.

Anyone saving him was a delusion. No one could protect his mother from the slow poisoning of her mind and liver, nor could they save Aiden from the violent drug dealer she married. Jamie-Lynn was a bad mother, something Aiden will never deny, but she still loved him fiercely and he loved her. When she was shaking and trembling and cold and probably dying, Aiden held her on the bathroom floor covered in her vomit. When Aiden was pinned against the wall with his step-dad’s hand gripped around his throat, his mother was in the background yelling and shouting and reaching for a gun. Jamie-Lynn loved her addictions more than she loved her son, though, and thusly never actually pulled the trigger or left Daniel. Eventually, Aiden started to drown himself just like his mom did – around the age of thirteen – and Jamie-Lynn didn’t bother to stop him.

The greatest inventions came about in the modern world, such as this amazing concept of a financial benefactor in exchange for legal sex – aka sugar daddies. To make money, Aiden started getting sugar daddies online who pampered him with gifts and compliments. His most loyal sugar daddy, Richard Leeson, actually paid for Aiden to transfer to King’s Academy his sophomore year and bought Aiden his own house there. As a Palm Beach Royal, Aiden hides his sordid past from everyone and pretends he’s from a rich doting family so no one knows how white trash he is.

Last couple of months his junior year, Aiden had beat up some punk at a bar and the cops came to arrest him. They found hard drugs on him and his system was pumped chock full of alcohol. He was sent to juvenile hall to serve for the summer with additional community service for when he gets out.

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈

(will spruce up later)

• Jamie-Lynn Weinmann | mother
• Daniel, the Drug Dealer | step-father

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂

• N/A for now

_{dylan o'brien | #91C82F}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Millie Jean Nicholson

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ millie jean harper nicholson. 𝚊𝚐𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ seventeen. 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ cis-female. 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ heterosexual. 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ single. 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ that one girl who tried to kill herself.	𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛: dyed black | long | kept down 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜: dark brown | long lashes | innocent 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: five feet and six inches | 167 centimeters 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: willowy | frail | lithe 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎: comfort | faded vintage shirts and jean shorts 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙: mascara | winged eyeliner | lip balm 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜: scars on thighs | no tattoos | ear piercings

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Millie Jean has always been an introvert – while her sister loved attention, she hated having the eyes on her. Whenever she was around people for too long, Millie Jean would feel exhausted and overwhelmed – often leading to her crying in her bedroom and refusing to see anybody. She’s a very shy girl; being in front of people scares her because she hates the feeling of judgement and constantly feels like she’s being stripped underneath people’s eyes. By nature, Millie Jean is a vulnerable person who is unable to hide her feelings very much – she’s very sensitive and hates confrontation, making her a big push-over – and because of that, Millie Jean tends to shrink away from people to hide her insecurities.

Because of her shyness, Millie Jean grew a quiet disposition. The wallflower type, the girl was content to stay on the sidelines and watch everything happen in front of her. She tends to go unnoticed, being so quiet, and Millie Jean has become extremely observant of everyone around her. Her predilection for people-watching has made her very nosey when it comes to people’s business – she’s constantly trying to know what’s happening in other people’s lives, finding it fascinating in a way that only gossip is. As observant and nosey as she is, she sometimes stumbles upon secrets every now and again when someone talks too loud plus usually hears the rumors from the stem of the vine. For the most part, Millie Jean is trustworthy. If someone tells her something, her loyalty will keep her mouth shut. She loves hearing gossip, but she won’t spread it either because she knows she wouldn’t want that to happen to her either.

In that way, Millie Jean is very empathetic and kind. She has the virtuous ability to put herself in other people’s shoes and has a great capacity for kindness. Millie Jean wants life to be happy and will try to spread the love to others has much as she can. A happy life is the kind of life Millie Jean aims for – she’s a romantic. Not so much as in she loves romance, but that she wants the bigger than life scenes that she reads in books and sees in movies; she wants an idyllic world. Despite her want of it, Millie Jean’s philosophy leans more towards pessimism. She sees a happy world for everyone but herself.

𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

Millie Jean was born into a big family in Florida to Kenneth Nicholson and Maritza Bernal. She came into the world alongside her older twin sister, Kellie Anne, and was welcomed to the world by three older brothers plus her loving parents. Everything is perfect – the family life is happy, Millie Jean loves her family, and she’s a bit spoiled if she’s to tell the truth.

Millie Jean doesn’t really remember being all that happy. Even from a young age, Millie Jean would have torrential meltdowns and emotional tendencies that go way beyond being simply “sensitive”. While her sister was getting diagnosed with ADHD, Millie Jean was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety Disorder. Growing up, Millie Jean often had suicidal thoughts and self-harming tendencies that required regular visits to the psychiatrist and therapist, weekly.

After middle school (spent in Silicon Valley), Millie Jean was uprooted with her family and taken to Florida to live in Crown Heights. It was upon moving there that Millie Jean’s condition got worse. The emotional strain of having to remake friends, acquaint herself with new doctors, and get used to a new environment caused her to have several more breakdowns with the added bonus of her becoming more reclusive in her school environment. Millie Jean had friends, but she became more tired and wouldn’t hang out with people much outside of school hours. The four years spent there were bad.

Over the summer before her senior year, Millie Jean tried to kill herself by taking some pills. She had to have her stomach pumped and stayed in the hospital for a week to recover. Though it was supposed to be kept quiet, it somehow got out in the small community they lived in and within the school. Going into the new school year, Millie Jean has to cope with the fact that it is pretty common knowledge that she tried to kill herself.

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈

(will spruce up later)

• Kenneth Nicholson | father
• Maritza Nicholson | mother
• Carter Nicholson | brother
• Ethan Nicholson | brother
• Hudson Nicholson | brother
• Kellie Anne Nicholson | twin sister

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂

• has a giant fish tank and butterfly terrarium.
• has two cats, which are twins (ironically enough), named Pepper and Puppy.

_{dasha taran | #D6BEE1}

S: TCD [cancelled]

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Family Residence to Training Grounds, Konohagakure
^{Present Day, Daybreak}

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It is raining. There is a five-year-old on top of him, and it is raining. Tomoya doesn’t think he has ever woken up so irritated and it’s very foreboding that his mood is sour on such a momentous day like this. Because Tomoya finally made it out of the Academy – he was average in the test, but he still graduated and it’s raining and there’s a five-year-old in his lap.

“Tetsu-chan, isn’t onee-chan supposed to be watching you?” Despite his trying patience, Tomoya worked hard to keep his tone light lest he invoke crocodile tears from his little brother. Then it would be raining with a crying five-year-old in his lap and Tomoya doesn’t think he’s emotionally mature enough to handle that.

Instead of answering him with words, Tetsuya just shrugged which was basically an admittance to errant behavior on his end – he probably ran away from Kaede to visit Tomoya. If that’s true, then any minute now –

Bam! “There you are, you little rascal!”

It was too early for this shit.

The door that Kaede had so carelessly slammed open hit the wall with a loud smack! and the graduating Uchiha could see cracks from where the door knob indented the wall. Tomoya wasn’t religious, but he was really thinking about taking it up since everyone talks about how you become more virtuous that way. Tomoya could really use some virtue right now if he was going to not kill his sister.

In one fell swoop, Kaede wrangled Tetsuya off of Tomoya’s bed before the five-year-old could run somewhere else and, subsequently, Tetsuya began wailing with his arms outstretched towards Tomoya. It always broke his heart when Tetsuya gave him those big puppy-dog eyes, seeking for Tomoya’s undivided attention. Tetsuya’s watering eyes were begging for his help against their sister and Tomoya’s heart ached in sympathy.

Tomoya turned in his bed and shut his eyes. It was raining and a five-year-old was crying, but at least that five-year-old isn’t crying on his lap.

Tetsuya’s cries got farther and farther, but he didn’t hear anyone shut his door and that just really pisses him off. If Kaede was going to barge into his room, she could at least close the door behind her. There’s no use getting to sleep now.

Raining or not, Tomoya was going to do his morning training routine. Tetsuya and Kotoe had a bad habit of waking up early, so the older Uchiha siblings took turns babysitting in the morning as their parents slept off their sleepless nights from the nightmare that is the baby. Tomoya’s turn was tomorrow, but maybe he could wiggle out of it somehow – maybe his new shinobi responsibilities would save him.

Tomoya really did not want to encounter his siblings this morning (or any morning really, but especially on a day as sucky as this one). So Tomoya packed his training bag with spare clothes and climbed out of his window on the second floor. Mud splashed beneath him and soaked the cuffs of his pants in an ugly brown color. Tomoya hates brown and he hates ruined clothes even more.

After his disastrous morning, early training went okay enough. The rain sucked, he hated rain with a passion because it hindered his training, but he didn’t fall and sprain anything (which was a major plus). Tomoya did cut his cheek when he was practicing his shuriken throwing; luckily, he always brings bandaids with him, and he slapped that sucker onto his cheek – good as new. Afterwards, the Uchiha changed into his spare clothes – golden, pristine, and about to be sopping wet (Tomoya isn’t pleased) – for the graduation ceremony.

Tomoya’s feelings were mixed when he left the training grounds to head to the Academy. He was excited to be a real shinobi, pissed off his day started shitty, and a bit apprehensive of leaving the comfort of boyhood behind him.

“New beginnings,” he told himself quietly, “time to become a badass.”

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

imma get a post up this weekend sometime, ive been in a sleepy mood though

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@HalfofLancelot

^{Even though you don't come on here anymore, I wanted to tag you anyways. Imma screenshot this for your ass. When everything was dark for me and I was going through hell, you stood by me when no one else did. I honestly would've gone insane if it wasn't for you. Your support means everything to me and I couldn't ask for a more compassionate and caring friend. I'll always have your back like you had mine <3}

𝔸 𝔹𝕌ℕℂℍ 𝕆𝔽 𝔻𝕌𝕄𝔹𝔸𝕊𝕊𝔼𝕊

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@NeoAC

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

fucking finally

Aiden Weinmann, Son of Dionysus

	Name ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Aiden Nathaniel Weinmann. Age ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nineteen. ↳ September 29th. Gender ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Male. ↳ He/Him pronouns. Sexual Orientation ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Angry Bisexual. Ethnicity ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ⅛ Irish, ⅛ Italian, ⅛ English, ⅛ Spanish, ½ Greek. ↳ ½ Whitebread and ½ Greek. Academia Years ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Three Years.

"🇴🇻🇪🇷🇩🇴🇸🇪, 🇴🇻🇪🇷🇩🇴🇸🇪, 🇦🇱🇱 🇫🇺🇳 🇦🇳🇩 🇬🇦🇲🇪🇸 '🇹🇮🇱 🇮 🇭🇮🇹 🇹🇭🇪 🇫🇱🇴🇴🇷 🇨🇴🇲🇦🇹🇴🇸🇪"
^{𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 ◉ 𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖳𝖨𝖢}

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Freshman year, Aiden Weinmann was the epitome of boy next door with his soft brown eyes and cheeky smile – three years later, and Aiden has had quite the glow up. Now nineteen, Aiden has fully shed his boy next door charm. His appearance is a little less cute and a lot more rougher. He has grown out his brown hair from the previous shaved look he had ^{(if asked, he’ll say its for the ladies to grab something in bed)}. Where he was once cleanshaven, Aiden now sports a trimmed beard and mustache. His soft brown eyes have become more drowsy and bloodshot; his pupils are almost constantly dilated because of his substance abuse which makes his gaze hollow. When he’s not attempting to get into a girl’s pants, his demeanor is typically uninterested with the world around him: his built, 6’1” frame slouched on the couch with a solo cup in his hand and his jean-clad legs manspreading on the couch.

Aiden’s style in general is casual – skinny jeans with rips, plain cotton shirts, and a baseball cap on typically. He has his ears pierced, but lately has stopped wearing earrings so they close up. Aiden doesn’t have any tattoos, but when he gets enough money, he plans to get one on his bicep.

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^{》FUCKBOY 》TROUBLEMAKER 》RIDE-OR-DIE 》 ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻 𝕆𝔽 𝔻𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕐𝕊𝕌𝕊《 HEDONIST《 SELF-DESTRUCTOR《 SEVERE ADDICT《}

Aiden is mostly well-known around the Academy for his lascivious activities and libidinous personality. When he was fifteen, he was very shy and withdrawn from girls and guys, but since then has become a confident bachelor – though, in the twenty-first century, he’s most commonly known as a ‘fuckboy’. With prospective bed partners, he’s flirtatious and charming, using a kind of boyish cheekiness to reel them in – equally playful as he is salacious. Because of his experience with women and men, his behavior has become arrogant and vain with a bit of self-absorption where he tends to ignore the affects his sleeping around hurts others.

This fuckboy persona of his only adds to his cliché bad boy image along with the usual shenanigans he gets into with his friends. When around people he’s close to, Aiden’s very impish and playful. He likes to have a good time and hates being serious for too long. His focus on things that only make him feel good often lead him to be cavalier about any consequences of his actions. Aiden likes to be spontaneous and gets bored with the humdrum of life really quickly if there is nothing to stimulate his wild nature. Despite his irresponsibility in this regard, and the traits that some would believe would make him a bad friend, Aiden takes friendship really serious. He is a ride or die kind of friend – the loyal kind that will pull out all the stops to help them, even if it gets him in trouble. Supportive of his friends’ decisions, Aiden will stand behind his people as long as he breathes – he is protective and possessive all the while doing it.

Around strangers, Aiden is a lot more aloof. He doesn’t bother himself with them and tends to act uninterested in conversation unless he’s getting something out of it – like sex or drugs. Well, he might still be aloof for the drugs. He can also be fairly witty in conversation, even if he is hardly participating in it. Aiden is also the time to rely only on himself and look out for himself when no one else will – a true urbanite survivor.

Underneath the outside layers people perceive of him, there’s the darker Aiden simmering under the surface. It’s plain for anyone to see Aiden’s love for self-medication with substance abuse and bad habits. Anyone can see him and tell you that he has self-destructive tendencies – from walking across the street without looking, to mixing heroin and alcohol despite the very real possibilities of overdose. Aiden has an addictive personality and gets addicted to things relatively easy. He has poor impulse control and no real desire to get any better. Aiden is severely depressed and has so much self-hatred that booze and drugs have become his go-to therapist.

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Aiden Nathaniel Weinmann was born on the floor of a gas station bathroom in Dogtown, Florida. His mom was at the gas station to buy booze for her and her boyfriend of two-months, who was not Aiden’s father. Because of Jamie-Lynn’s drinking during her pregnancy, Aiden was born with fetal alcohol spectrum disorder. Though he has no physical manifestations, he has a few heart problems and has mentally affected him with poor judgement and reasoning.

His life after that messy birth on a shit-stained bathroom floor was spent in a messy apartment with his mother, Jamie-Lynn, and his now step-father, Daniel. A lot of times, Aiden wishes his life had started and ended in that bathroom ^{(and if he visits it sometimes with a gun in his hand and a letter in the other, no one has to know)}.

Jamie-Lynn never hid who Aiden’s father was from him. When she was shitfaced, with a concoction of alcohol and heroin mixing in her veins, she’d ramble about how she met Dionysus, the god of wine: “I was in a bar, and we was a great time, and he took me into his nice ass hotel and he fucked me real hard.” In the beginning, Aiden believed it – as children wont to do – and would go to school saying his dad was a god of wine named Dionysus until his fourth grade teacher gave him a serious wake up call. After that, Aiden just believed it was a delusion.

A godly parent was a delusion; the idea of his long lost father coming to save him was a delusion. Anyone saving him was a delusion. No one could protect his mother from the slow poisoning of her mind and liver, nor could they save Aiden from the violent drug dealer she married. Jamie-Lynn was a bad mother, something Aiden will never deny, but she still loved him fiercely and he loved her. When she was shaking and trembling and cold and probably dying, Aiden held her on the bathroom floor covered in her vomit. When Aiden was pinned against the wall with his step-dad’s hand gripped around his throat, his mother was in the background yelling and shouting and reaching for a gun. Jamie-Lynn loved her addictions more than she loved her son, though, and thusly never actually pulled the trigger or left Daniel. Eventually, Aiden started to drown himself just like his mom did – around the age of thirteen – and Jamie-Lynn didn’t bother to stop him.

On Aiden’s sixteenth birthday, Jamie-Lynn came in with a liquor store receipt that said three words on the back: “𝓟𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽”. His mother was convinced it was from his father, but Aiden scoffed and ripped the sheet up. Turns out, it was from Dionysus. Aiden discovered that when Dionysus showed up at his door the next day, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled his ass into a cab that took him to Olympus Academy. It was the first and last time Aiden was in Dionysus’s personal presence.

"🇩🇮🇴🇳🇾🇸🇺🇸 🇨🇺🇹 🇹🇴 🇵🇮🇪🇨🇪🇸 🇮🇸 🇦 🇵🇷🇴🇲🇮🇸🇪 🇴🇫 🇱🇮🇫🇪"
𝖣 𝖨 𝖮 𝖭 𝖸 𝖲 𝖴 𝖲
^{Διονυσος}

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DIONYSUS

God of Wine, Parties, Fertility, Madness, and probably Orgies too.

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Nonexistent. Dionysus has only communicated three words to Aiden in his lifetime, and it was written on the back of a liquor store receipt. Aiden resents Dionysus for being a deadbeat dad and absent, not only during his childhood but even now during his time at Olympus Academy.

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𝖬𝖠𝖣 𝖫𝖠𝖣:

_{Aiden can force someone to hallucinate. He has no control over what the person specifically sees, but it is akin to an acid trip. This power stems from Dionysus's ability to make mortals go insane. It doesn't last that long, but it is Aiden's most powerful ability that can leave people feeling a hangover for days after.}

𝖥𝖮𝖮𝖫'𝖲 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖤:

_{Aiden has the ability to make someone ignore something. It stems from the concept of people drowning their problems in alcohol and thusly do not remember their problems. In the same way, Aiden is able to will people to ignore a specific event, problem, or thought for a couple of seconds. It's easy to break this illusion with enough willpower. (Aiden's use of it is usually mischevious and not particularly harmful).}

𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖣:

_{Aiden's spit can induce intoxication up to alcohol poisoning. Aiden can control the potency of the alcohol, but there is always a little bit present. If he drinks something, he's automatically spiking it - it just depends on how much he wants to spike it. Someone could literally get drunk on his kisses if they wanted to.}

𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖬𝖲:

_{Aiden can create illusions that he has control over and who can see the illusions. Sometimes only one person can see them and something a whole room can see them.}

^{𝖣𝖸𝖫𝖠𝖭 𝖮'𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭 | #91C82F}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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In total hindsight, Salem should have realized how inconvenient it would be to find a quiet, solitary corner to take his phone call in. He had to scope the perimeter more than once, and when he finally decided to take the call in the bathroom (hoping that no teens have gotten too horny yet), his phone had six missed calls.

There were a couple of guys in the bathroom, but he managed to lure them out by telling them someone spiked the punch – whether that was a lie or not was still up for discussion. After they left, he nudged the door closed and slouched against one of the sinks.

By the time he settled into the bathroom, the sixth call had turned into the seventh. Salem’s hands were clammy and shaky when he pressed the call back button. Getting frequent calls like this should be more worrying than it is; for anyone else, it could be important, but knowing who was on the other end? Salem knew it was probably something trivial, but attention-demanding nonetheless.

The first ring didn’t even go through before the other line picked up.

“Dimmi!”

Salem’s designer shoe slapped against the bathroom tile and his hand unconsciously came to run through his hair at the sound of the other’s voice.

“Ciao,” Salem sighed, his shoulders sagging in exasperation at the obvious cheer in the other’s voice, “Babbo. Is there a reason you called me?”

“What!” Salem’s dad laughed, his voice slightly slurred with wine, “Am I not allowed to call my favorite son?”

Salem wanted to reply with ‘I’m your only son’ but then again, it was a very real possibility that he’s not the only Rivera blood out there. “I’m busy right now, Babbo. Can we call another time?”

He was already taking the phone away from his ear, his finger hovering over the red ‘end’ button –

“Ah, ah, non essere così frettoloso.” Salem groaned knowing he wasn’t going to get rid of his father any time soon. “I have come to tell you about mi bambino.”

“No, babbo, that’s really not necessary right now. I’m in the middle of somethi – ”

“Ciccino, raduno prossimo mio figlio.”

“Babbo!”

Salem was really starting to get irritated – it was like the worst rollercoaster ever. He was at a rush with the highest point being with Marisol and then this call from his father being a crash back to the world. The last thing Sal wanted was to listen to his father ramble about his latest flavor of the month when he could be spending time with Marisol and any other friends they ran into. Not here, listening to this.

“Oh, Matteo, is this your bellissimo figlio on the phone! Give it here, lemme talk to him.” His dad’s new girlfriend’s voice was thicker and huskier than the last and it only served to annoy Salem with the likeness of it to his mom’s.

“Babbo! I don’t have time for this, I’m at homecoming!” Salem gritted out, his jaw clicking with the pressure of his muscles.

“Oh, homecoming?” There was a gasp and a squeal, the last one belonging to his father naturally. “You are at homecoming? Tell Gwendolyn I said hello! But wait, you went all the way back to the City for homecoming? Woah, you are a romantic just like your babbo!”

“No, I’m not in New York.”

His father kept prattling on though, and kept doing so no matter how much Salem attempted to interrupt. His girlfriend (Angelica, he found out through the sickening love talk on the other end) chimed in with husky sweet talk and over romanticized advice. It was suffocating, almost, in the way their voices chorused over his and it felt like he was a kid again being left at an airport for his ma to come pick him up a few hours too early. No matter how many times he called babbo his father didn’t tune back into the conversation or come pick him up from the hotel he was trapped in, in Italy for a father-son vacation.

“Ah, did you bring sweet Gwendolyn a pretty rose for such a pretty, pretty girl? Eh, tonight do not forget to use protection like your old ma – ”

“Babbo! I’m not with Gwen, I’m with someone else!”

“Oh, dating another girl? Just like your old ma – ”

“For fuck’s sakes, I’m not with another girl. Maybe if you gave a single fuck about what I did with my goddamn – Jesus fucking – just – god, never mind. I’m hanging up. Don’t call again.”

Salem expected the blow up to be bigger when he daydreamed about it – thought of all the truths he would be dropping, how he’d leave his dad speechless and begging for his forgiveness. Instead, glaring down at his phone, he just sees a pathetic text message saying ‘mi dispiace’ and an emoji of all things.

Setting his phone on silent, Salem left the bathroom and went to find Marisol – and hopefully get some more of her booze.