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When Royalty Collides

Christopher Apollonis Kalymnos, Prince of Hellenica

N A M E

Christopher Apollonis Kalymnos - Chris for short

T I T L E

Prince

A G E

24

G E N D E R

Male

S E X U A L I T Y

Homosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

• Hair: Chris’ brunette curls are usually left natural day-to-day but for events and public appearances most often blow dried up into his perfect coif.
• Eyes: Light Green
• Height: 6'1”
• Body Type: Chris has an impressive physique with toned muscles and some defined abs - not that anyone gets to see it.
• Clothing Style: Smart and fashionable. Chris likes to dress in designer clothes whether out in public or in private and prides himself on his appearance - you never know when you’re going to get papped. This only changes when he’s travelling - but even then he’ll have top notch gear.
• Makeup Wise: Bronzer, concealer and who doesn’t use a little mascara?
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Henri has a small tattoo across his left chest reading: “On My Honor…” in reference to both his family and his patronage of his country’s Scout Association.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Chris loves the public attention that he has garnered since childhood, a stark contrast to his older brother. He’s a charismatic man who enjoys being the proverbial ‘life and soul’ of a party. Unlike his father or his older brother who would politely and honorably converse with attendees in line with all social etiquette, Chris was never afraid to charm and gossip with the women of high-society and prove that he can both hold his liquor and rule a dancefloor. He is also never afraid engage in refreshingly frank discussions on divisive or controversial issues around which his family would never approach and to say what he really thinks of someone, yet crafting the words so eloquently to escape direct scolding from the palace. This buys him both many friends and enemies amongst European high society.

However much he seems to be in the limelight it is all crafted to ensure he is never alone for long, a legacy of childhood insecurities. He is rarely solitary, preferring the validation of others as he is yet to fully love himself. This is most evident in his social media presence, a network of contacts and global philanthropic endeavours that constantly keep him travelling the world and avoiding home whenever possible.

Chronically lonely is not how anyone would describe the prince, yet it’s the truth. At odds with his family and constantly monitored by the palace. Spilling the tea both socially and politically. Being royalty and instafamous. None of these make it easy to make meaningful connections. His globetrotting self-sabotage doesn’t help either.

L I K E S // D I S L I K E S

Likes

• The heat
• Pop and Disco
• Tequila
• Animals and nature
• Exploring
• Reading
• Video games
• Musical Theatre
• Swimming
• Fashion

Dislikes

• Prudish familial duties
• Conservatives
• Sports
• Driving and cars
• Being controlled
• Wasteful spending

B I O

Prince Christopher Apollonis Kalymnos, was born the second son to King Aindrea Ajax Kalymnos and his wife Queen Lauressa of the golden isles of Hellenica. A year after his older brother Jason’s birth, Chris’ was a celebration of relief as many a royal family prays for a second male heir in reserve. But as the years rolled by it was clear that Jason was growing up to be a younger version of his father and that Christopher was surplus to requirements.

It was then that he realised he had to forge his own path and he was never going to do that by mirroring his brother’s actions. From that point on Chris pushed the envelope juusssssssst enough. He studied Geography, Biology and Anthropology not the Law, Politics and History of his ancestors. He studied abroad rather than a renowned Hellenican institution. Oh and he… experimented. This then introduced the royal family to social media....

One topless photo and Christopher’s Instagram blew up the internet. The palace was in disarray. Discussions went on for days well as far as you can call two brother’s shouting at each other a discussion… The situation finally came to a head when Chris publicly came out online forcing the pro-LGBTQ+ outcome of a parliamentary debate - a royal influence on politics the last straw for his father. Yet thanks to his mother’s intervention the results were mostly positive as she realised a lack of purpose had led to her younger son’s listlessness. Chris would work with the Palace’s publicity team and they screen and monitor his online presence. He would also take over some charitable royal patronage (notably in his fields of passion: nature, education and LGBTQ+ issues) and officially became the royal international liaison.

This agreement has worked in harmony for the last two years especially changing the perceptions of the otherwise antiquated country on the global stage especially as an openly gay man and in regards to the environment. He now cannot wait to be at a royal engagement without his stoic, downer of a brother being there. 2 months of Instagram 24carat royal gold.

B E T R O T H E D

N/A

O T H E R

Michael Yerger // FFD700

Let me know what you think. I'll type up something for Hellenica if you'd like over the next couple of days. Also let me know if anyone wants to set up any existing relationships - I mean he is 27 and globetrotting so will have met a few people right?

And damn all your sexy images

When Royalty Collides

Space for a Greek-based Adonis?

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Interactions: Alva ([@HayleytheRandom]) and Chris (@alimariloasun)

Mentions: Beau (@Crimson Flame

”How -- Who’s you’re godly parent?”

Fuck. Alva. Just what he wanted. His reclusive lifestyle had kept him separated from his half-sister for the last two years and he’d been fine with that. Many a horror story about sibling rivalry and family feuds were bandied around campus and he did not want to become a key character in another. Felix was of the opinion that being a demigod was a mind fuck enough without having to deal with the possibility of his mother’s family tree entangling around him. Even his father was a globe-trotting academic. The last thing he wanted was a bastard sibling like himself to think about. He’d learnt the hard way that a child of Khione had to toughen up pretty quickly themselves. He wasn’t one to mollycoddle or mince his words.
And yet…
The breeze he’d summoned to close the door behind him and fan out his snowflakes now seemed to whisper with his grandfather’s voice. Alliances… Maybe it would be good for him to have someone else to care for as well as maybe mentor. Although he’d already heard that she was definitely more powerful than he was at her age. Anyway, even if he wanted to make a connection how could he explain the last two years…
His response stuttered on his lips as Chris threw her arm over Alva’s shoulders and the snowflakes swirled frantically around their feet. He could only stare pleadingly at the fifth year as she acknowledged the unseasonal chill and subtly removed herself from the situation. But not before making his decision for him… "How about I order us some drinks while you two chat."
Fuck you Chris.
“I think you already know the answer to that don’t you Alva…?” Before she could respond, he nodded toward the café and caught the door to Apollo’s before it closed after Chris. “Come on, let’s get those free drinks and I’ll fill you in.”

As he scanned the café for a secluded seat, he continued his chat as casually as possible despite the tumult of emotions threatening to bring up his breakfast a. “So I’m Felix, your half-brother. I’m from the UK but have lived all over the world.” As his eyes meet Beau’s he blushes profusely as he realises he’s both topless but also flirting with Ito. Argh. Feelings! He took a breath and turned back to his half-sister after spotting a spare seat. ” So this is my last year here. And yes, I have similar powers to you. You’re not the only one.”

He sat down in a corner booth within view of Chris at the counter and gestured to Alva to sit down so he couldn’t see the Frenchman. He traced his name in frost on the table top before looking her square in the eyes. “Any questions?” he attempted to joke with a smile that he hoped hadn’t come out as the grimace he feared it looked like.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Interactions: Dallas (@Plank Sinatra), Beau (@Crimson Flame and Marcy (@Write)

Dallas had nearly bit his head off - literally, he was probably capable - when he asked about last night. One corner of Felix’s mouth twitched upward slightly as his croissant offering worked to calm the hungover rage of his fellow student. But his face quickly fell again after the blatant lie. At that, Dallas looked as though he was actually going to reveal something truthful but that was interrupted by a flurry of blonde and pink charm. Felix smiled at the immaculate pink paisley suit and casually styled hair. But those animated, pale blue eyes and pert rosy lips always made his mouth dry.

But Beau’s arrival meant Felix could make it very clear to Dallas that he hadn’t believed him the first time. Maybe some of his charm would help a glimmer of the truth shine through. But first he had to control his own emotions. Many here would think him weak for not having a mastery over his own desires but when a son of Aphrodite was involved, well… feelings were anything but straightforward. He felt himself blush, colour rising to his pale cheeks, as Beau’s soft skin brushed against his stubble.
“Hey.” Is that all you can say? Idiot. He glanced outside to confirm his worst fears. Yep. It was snowing. Once again, the son of an elemental goddess proving himself to lose control when confronted with strong emotions. Although, he’d never realised he felt that way about Beau before...

Dallas obviously wasn’t impressed at Beau’s arrival and so although Felix readvanced with his question his response was mixed. Some interesting things had definitely happened, but the reason for those bizarre occurrences was still out of reach… He was about to push further, emboldened by the presence of his rose clad companion when he saw the state of his croissant. Nay, ex-croissant. Damn this kid had some anger issues. That was a perfectly good pastry. Sensing that the end of this near-diatribe was upon them, with no more information to give, Felix readied his excuse to go back to the counter for a second attempt at breakfast, resigned to the fact that last night must have just been another fucked up part of this crazy school. Yet the second croissant was not to be. The girl he knew to be Marcy swooped to Dallas before Felix could speak. He had to agree with the Apollonian’s curse: What the fuck is she doing?

He could only assume that she was trying to extract Dallas from their interrogations and that told Felix that something different had definitely gone down last night. He could not help but cringe internally at her completely misguided strategy though. He wouldn’t have had that problem. The popular students never bothered to learn anything about their classmates apart form clique affiliations and the superlatives. Yes, she’d gone with the correct tact of damsel in distress, a golden boy like Dallas couldn’t say no to that. He’d have used a similar ‘quick, come and be a hero’ excuse himself. But Marcy’s lack of knowledge was her downfall. Beau spoke fluent French. Felix had travelled the world with his father and picked up a few languages to conversational level, and so spoke some French (which was useful with him visiting Quebec every holiday). Dallas, however, did not. Maybe this was a good time to leave.

He abruptly shut down her rescue attempt rather rudely and Felix was all too aware of the many pairs of eyes turned toward them. Yes, he should probably leave.

Beau then gave Dallas an order. He sensed that it may possibly be charm speak - one of the many reasons for his tumult of emotions surrounding his attraction to the Frenchman. If he’d tried that on Dallas… Oh yes, he should definitely leave!

Felix slid out from his seat, and scooped up his large rucksack in one fluid motion, before turning back to the table. He nodded toward the daughter of Hades, “Marcy, c’était un plaisir de te encontrer and Dallas, good luck fixing the car.” he finished with a smile, no idea if that would be understood. He placed a hand on Beau’s shoulder as he passed, “À bientôt mon somptueux Beau. ”

With one final glance at the malformed mass of pastry crumbs that was his breakfast, Felix wove his way to the door, trying to ignore the curious stares and feeling powerless in comparison to the Olympian spawn that surrounded him. The bell chimes has he opened the door and he was treated by a gust of wind, a handful of snowflakes dancing into the cafe to rapidly diffuse into the warmth. He quickly stepped outside and embraced the cold, the snow flurrying around him as he embraced his one real power.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Interactions: Vivian (@Altered Tundra) and Dallas (@Plank Sinatra)
Mentions: Gus (@Lionhearted), Avem (@Rockette) and Beau (@Crimson Flame)

Fuck.

It was his mom’s fault of course. His dad would be furious once he found out. He readjusted his large 80L pack on his aching shoulders and wove his way along the corridors of the main administration building. He was just thankful that he’d dealt with the headmaster rather than his wife. But he’d learnt the hard way that you didn’t want to think like that too loudly on campus. Who knew which of their peers had developed telepathy over the summer break…

His long established relationship with the headmaster over his lack of genuine connection with many peers led him to immediately sense that something was wrong on campus and set out to converse as much as possible. The first possible reason was the news about the dorms. His cynicism at this being another ploy of Hector’s to just get him making more friends or some manipulation of his Grandfather’s to ensure he was cultivating alliances in his final year, was quashed when he saw the full list of 32 guinea pigs. That was a lot of effort for a harmless ruse.

Haluk though. He’d spent some time with the guy over the last few years in some classes but didn’t know him two well. Athenians could be proud and contrary but normally made for stalwart team members, both highly intelligent and physically skilled. Worse matches could have definitely be made!

He assumed the tension would lift after he was told about the experiment but the headmaster merely dismissed him with the promise that his parents would both be contacted to confirm that their son wasn’t himself responsible for his tardiness at starting the term a day late.

His curiosity still not sated, he decided to take a scenic route to his new dorm to try and confirm his hunch. Most likely, the ‘alphas’ has hosted a party and something had gone wrong, but he knew of one place where he knew he’d find the gossip before finding his new room. The Apollo cafe on campus.

As he sidled to the counter he scanned the patrons for familiar faces. He saw many faces he knew, most engaged in post-holiday catch up conversations or timetable comparisons. While waiting for his Lyre Latte, Felix casually listened in on surrounding conversations to try and find out what was transpiring at the school. He came up blank. Maybe it was something big that no students knew about… He spotted Vivian with a blueberry muffin and smiled. Damn her ability. He liked feeling happy, who doesn’t? But the sub-conscious emotion and thought manipulation that was seemingly ever present, made it difficult to know what you actually felt sometimes. He truly didn’t know whether his feelings for Beau, Avem or Dallas were real or just manifestations of their power. While many of his peers excelled at human manipulation and magics, his powers were very much elemental so his tutoring at the academy had taught him to be guarded of his thoughts and emotions, lest they be used against him in times of strife. But with Vivian… she was just too nice to even resent that. He envied Dallas that she was his little sister. Their relationship was far less stressed than his own.

He was shaken from his revere by her companion. Damn he was fine. But then again did he really want to get involved with a first year because he was definitely new. Instead, he collected his coffee and pastry to go and sit by the window, throwing Viv a smile as he passed - you just couldn’t help it! He had taken his oversized luggage off his back and slide into his chair when he noticed that he’d claimed the table beside Mr Popular. Felix obviously knew Dallas and loved to beat him at survival training, mainly because Dallas could do everything else better. Yet he’d been conditioned by the academy’s own ethos to feel inferior: lesser heritage (his mother definitely not an Olympian and some even argue nymph), his less than impressive abilities and his sister already eclipsing him with her own Frozone impression, meant he was thought little of amongst students and thought even less of himself. Sure he was friendly with the Adonis but not friends.

But with his grandfather’s urgings breezing through his thoughts, he threw social hierarchy to the North Wind and leant across to the handsome figure on the next table. Who knew what it would lead to...
“Hey, I know you’ll be meeting up with Marcy but..” He motioned to his bag, “ I’m a day late and was wondering how fucking mental your party was last night to make Hector look so… well…weird in my meeting with him this morning…?” He nudged the pastry plate toward the edge of his table in a ‘help-yourself’ gesture and sipped the best latte he’d ever had, not able to control staring at his stupidly blue eyes.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Felix Belleville, son of Khione

_{Felix Edward Christopher Belleville}

_{|Introvert| Sarcastic |Guarded| Loyal|Cutting|Mature|Insecure|Intellectual|}

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”He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.”
_{Friedrich Nietzsche}

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_Name

Felix Edward Christopher Belleville
↳ _Fee

_Age

23

_Gender

Male

_{Sexual Orientation}

Homosexual

_Ethnicity

British, Greek

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

7

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“Under any pressure, in any environment, walk your path, but, man, you better watch your step.”
_{kaddisfly // campfire}

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_Appearance

No one would ever guess that Felix had Greek heritage from his milky white skin. With alabaster skin inherited from his mother it barely tans yet never burns despite many hours spent in the outdoors. A love of exploration, adventure sports and swimming have toned Felix’s 6’2” physique, although not to the extent of other Adonis-like students and he still relaxes into a paunch at celebratory times of the year.
Fitting the generic ‘tall, dark, handsome’ profile, Felix is often overlooked (not to his displeasure) with his brunette hair, stubble and bushy brows. His eyes, however, betray his unusual heritage - a bright, sparkling, glacial blue that can quickly darken into a sullen grey when angered.
Whilst his love of the outdoors often means he’s clad in weather-appropriate clothing but always the latest smart fabrics and flattering styles thanks to his grandfather in Quebec who gladly pays to promote his exploration of the northern wilderness of Canada. When not active, he still stands by the old adage of ‘clothes maketh the man’ and uses much of his allowance on fashionable outfits.

_Personality

He’s not a loner, he just… likes his own space. Once an extroverted child, snarky comments and rumours about his mother and rightful place at the school in his first year withdrew Felix into an icy shell.
He releases his internalised energy through adventure. Combining this need to burn off energy and emotion with his love of nature, has turned him into a bit of a thrill-seeker where the outdoors are concerned.
Early negative experiences at the Academy have left him both guarded of popular students of the major pantheon as well has scornful of what he associates as their behaviours - vanity, childish pranks, immaturity.
Alack of peers also lent itself to an immersion into his studies specialising in environmental sciences. However, the solitude of study only compounded his alienation. At the behest of his grandfather, Boreas, willing his progeny to secure future powerful alliances, Felix is now attempting to form some meaningful relationships.

_History

Raised by Christopher Belleville, a geography professor, Felix was on the road from an early age as his father took jobs at different universities around the world. This close paternal bond combined with a seemingly endless stream of differing international schools, moulded the current Felix. Loyal and loving to those closest, but closed off and independent in large social situations.
His appreciation of the natural world and different cultures was born of his father’s passions and a shared love for adventure, often facilitated by necessary research trips. Perceiving his childhood near ideal, Felix had never missed, resented or even enquires after his mother. Only when trapped inside a mountain lodge for 3 days by a ferocious blizzard did he finally meet his mother. His parents explained his true identity and once safely off the mountain he was enrolled in the academy much to his protest.

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“Stylish. Independent. Handsome. Intelligent. Loyal. And with a cutting tongue. He’s obviously my son.”
_{Khione, goddess of snow}

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_{Godly Parent}

Khione, Goddess of Snow

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

Since learning about his mother his father’s choice of boreal, alpine and tundra study locations suddenly made sense. Whilst his mother had therefore been nearby for years but not revealed herself, he was far more upset with his father for keeping their continued affair a secret. This initial crack in their relationship was all Khione needed to push for his enrolment in the Academy.
Whilst initially excited, Felix was soon uncontrollably homesick, resenting his mother for forcing his relocation and craving normality with his father once more. His feelings toward Khione were not improved when he was repeatedly shunned and bullied because of her lesser status. “Why are you here if your mother is only a nymph born of the wind?” “You’re nothing magical if you’re only half windbag!”
When he ran away from the school at the start of his second year he was surprised to find himself transported to Canada to meet his grandfather Boreas, the north wind. A week of family history, exploring the Canadian wilderness and displays of sheer elemental power ultimately changed Felix’s outlook to the school. With the promise of continued travel and a notable increase in allowance he promised to immerse himself in his studies and soon impressed Socrates Ivanov with his studies into Mythical Creatures, Greek Science & Science, and Greek Botony as well as mortal studies of environmental science, geography, ecology, biology.

_{Demigod Abilities}

Cold Manipulation: Inheriting his mother’s unrivalled mastery, Felix can User can create, shape and manipulate ice, snow and cold. He is currently mastering how to pressurise his snowfall to melt and refreeze the snowflakes into hail. Any snow ability does require a certain level of humidity or a ready supply of water.

Son of the North Wind: Felix’s ancestry to the great north wind Boreas grants him enhanced endurance when faced with extreme weather. Very useful for his love of adventure sports and expeditions, this endurance also provides him with the ability to withstand cold temperatures far lower than normal human or even demigod tolerance.

Intangibility: Khione’s ability to turn into a flurry of snow at will is still beyond reach for her son. However, if he focuses extremely hard, Felix can cause individual body parts to become intangible. He has yet to find a use for this beyond a possible test of its usefulness in the guys changing room.

One with nature: Felix has an uncanny intuition for the natural world from knowing when the weather will change to exactly where he can find hand holds on a seemingly sheer cliff face. His heightened sensitivity to both temperature, air pressure and humidity also makes him a good judge of emotional states - an ability he knows (from extensive readings) that his mother has abused with many a mortal.

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Chace Crawford

_{#E6E6FA - lavender}

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Will format tomorrow if that’s ok? Too much of a faff on my phone...

Felix Belleville, son of Khione

_{Felix Edward Christopher Belleville}

_{|Introvert| Sarcastic |Guarded| Loyal|Cutting|Mature|Insecure|Intellectual|}

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”He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.”
_{Friedrich Nietzsche}

---

_Name

Felix Edward Christopher Belleville
↳ _Fee

_Age

23

_Gender

Male

_{Sexual Orientation}

Homosexual

_Ethnicity

British, Greek

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

7

---

“Under any pressure, in any environment, walk your path, but, man, you better watch your step.”
_{kaddisfly // campfire}

---

_Appearance

No one would ever guess that Felix had Greek heritage from his milky white skin. With alabaster skin inherited from his mother it barely tans yet never burns despite many hours spent in the outdoors. A love of exploration, adventure sports and swimming have toned Felix’s 6’2” physique, although not to the extent of other Adonis-like students and he still relaxes into a paunch at celebratory times of the year.
Fitting the generic ‘tall, dark, handsome’ profile, Felix is often overlooked (not to his displeasure) with his brunette hair, stubble and bushy brows. His eyes, however, betray his unusual heritage - a bright, sparkling, glacial blue that can quickly darken into a sullen grey when angered.
Whilst his love of the outdoors often means he’s clad in weather-appropriate clothing but always the latest smart fabrics and flattering styles thanks to his grandfather in Quebec who gladly pays to promote his exploration of the northern wilderness of Canada. When not active, he still stands by the old adage of ‘clothes maketh the man’ and uses much of his allowance on fashionable outfits.

_Personality

He’s not a loner, he just… likes his own space. Once an extroverted child, snarky comments and rumours about his mother and rightful place at the school in his first year withdrew Felix into an icy shell.
He releases his internalised energy through adventure. Combining this need to burn off energy and emotion with his love of nature, has turned him into a bit of a thrill-seeker where the outdoors are concerned.
Early negative experiences at the Academy have left him both guarded of popular students of the major pantheon as well has scornful of what he associates as their behaviours - vanity, childish pranks, immaturity.
Alack of peers also lent itself to an immersion into his studies specialising in environmental sciences. However, the solitude of study only compounded his alienation. At the behest of his grandfather, Boreas, willing his progeny to secure future powerful alliances, Felix is now attempting to form some meaningful relationships.

_History

Raised by Christopher Belleville, a geography professor, Felix was on the road from an early age as his father took jobs at different universities around the world. This close paternal bond combined with a seemingly endless stream of differing international schools, moulded the current Felix. Loyal and loving to those closest, but closed off and independent in large social situations.
His appreciation of the natural world and different cultures was born of his father’s passions and a shared love for adventure, often facilitated by necessary research trips. Perceiving his childhood near ideal, Felix had never missed, resented or even enquires after his mother. Only when trapped inside a mountain lodge for 3 days by a ferocious blizzard did he finally meet his mother. His parents explained his true identity and once safely off the mountain he was enrolled in the academy much to his protest.

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“Stylish. Independent. Handsome. Intelligent. Loyal. And with a cutting tongue. He’s obviously my son.”
_{Khione, goddess of snow}

---

_{Godly Parent}

Khione, Goddess of Snow

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

Since learning about his mother his father’s choice of boreal, alpine and tundra study locations suddenly made sense. Whilst his mother had therefore been nearby for years but not revealed herself, he was far more upset with his father for keeping their continued affair a secret. This initial crack in their relationship was all Khione needed to push for his enrolment in the Academy.
Whilst initially excited, Felix was soon uncontrollably homesick, resenting his mother for forcing his relocation and craving normality with his father once more. His feelings toward Khione were not improved when he was repeatedly shunned and bullied because of her lesser status. “Why are you here if your mother is only a nymph born of the wind?” “You’re nothing magical if you’re only half windbag!”
When he ran away from the school at the start of his second year he was surprised to find himself transported to Canada to meet his grandfather Boreas, the north wind. A week of family history, exploring the Canadian wilderness and displays of sheer elemental power ultimately changed Felix’s outlook to the school. With the promise of continued travel and a notable increase in allowance he promised to immerse himself in his studies and soon impressed Socrates Ivanov with his studies into Mythical Creatures, Greek Science & Science, and Greek Botony as well as mortal studies of environmental science, geography, ecology, biology.

_{Demigod Abilities}

Snow Manipulation: Inheriting his mother’s unrivalled mastery, Felix can User can create, shape and manipulate snow, precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water ice. He is currently mastering how to pressurise his snowfall to melt and refreeze the snowflakes into hail. This ability does require a certain level of humidity or a ready supply of water.

Son of the North Wind: Felix’s ancestry to the great north wind Boreas grants him enhanced endurance when faced with extreme weather. Very useful for his love of adventure sports and expeditions, this endurance also provides him with the ability to withstand cold temperatures far lower than normal human or even demigod tolerance.

Intangibility: Khione’s ability to turn into a flurry of snow at will is still beyond reach for her son. However, if he focuses extremely hard, Felix can cause individual body parts to become intangible. He has yet to find a use for this beyond a possible test of its usefulness in the guys changing room.

One with nature: Felix has an uncanny intuition for the natural world from knowing when the weather will change to exactly where he can find hand holds on a seemingly sheer cliff face. His heightened sensitivity to both temperature, air pressure and humidity also makes him a good judge of emotional states - an ability he knows (from extensive readings) that his mother has abused with many a mortal.

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Chace Crawford

_{#E6E6FA - lavender}

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

Is Son of Khione still free?

IC: The Order of Pandora (Victorian-era superheroes)

Colour me interested.

Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

Trying a similar character out again but character still a WIP to try and get him more involved.

A tad chilly

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Nepja

The Cold One. Wintersmith. Whitebringer. Revontulet. Ryme.

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Sphere

Niflheim, The Frozen. The Ice Sphere.

Deep below Galbar is the Chthonic sphere of perpetual winter - Niflheim, the home of mist. Manifested as a vast, mostly featureless ice cap and punctuated only by deep crevasses and colossal nunataqs. Pristine, ordered and not entropic, the sphere experiences a diurnal cycle, as copied from Galbar, the day being blindingly bright as the light reflects of the snow and ice but still as treacherous with biting winds. The night plummets the temperature further and the auroras trick the mind with hidden messages. Needless to say, blizzards abound.

It is here, in one of the most inhospitable realms, that Nepja resides in a sprawling palace and projects the sphere’s cold outward.

Will add interactions with neighbouring spheres here when order confirmed.

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Location of Sphere

Chthonic, Niflheim is deep beneath Galbar.

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Portfolio

COLD
Cold has always existed. From the emptiness of space to high latitudes and altitudes cold is ever threatening. Cold is not just the conventional drop in temperature from biting winds, fresh snow, rime frost or glacial ice. There exists the wetness of hair, the feeling after rejection, the mysterious shiver that sets hair on end and the character of those who seemingly lack compassion. The many aspects of cold personified as Nepja.

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Personality

After being a relatively lesser being in What Lay Beyond, when released into this space he quickly grasped hungrily to lay claim on one of the most abundant concepts in the empty lifeless system – the cold. However, he has now come to regret his rash decision.

Nothing living truly craves the cold, it erodes, freezes and kills. His powers are not the most hospitable. Nepja finds himself bitter and ‘cold’ at his treatment from both lifegiving deities and fearing mortals alike. He finds that he is worshipped only through the cold-driven fear he creates and so he has embraced this act. Mortals have little time for him so he has little for them. Mortals fear him so he makes them fear him. Some would call this petty. He says it as order and balance. Why disrupt something that already works?

He takes his role in the natural order of Galbar very seriously and has little ambition to inject more of his power into that sphere beyond the 4-5months of the year that he currently does. He has little time for fellow entropic deities that disrupt the natural order but cares little for their meddling with humanity.

This façade of bitterness and importance disguises a deep longing for appreciation, acceptance and companionship, that drove Nepja to reach for the cold in the first place, and also his self-loathing at the rash decision to embrace such an inhospitable element. He is trapped by a situation of his own making and this self-blame further ices over his frosty persona.

This craving for companionship often leads to him crossdressing with a female disguise, Ryme, to lure handsome men into blizzards to… well… you get the idea. Even gods have needs.

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Appearance

Nepja

Nepja appears mainly as a handsome, regal humanoid with flowing robes, long white hair and ornate armouring. Ivory white skin glows with a pearlescent sheen and his eyes lack any iris or pupil just an unnatural blue glow emitted a cold mist. His 7-foot athletic frame is often orbited by crystalline structure and drifting flakes.

Ryme

Ryme

Ryme

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Musical Theme

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Codeword

They’re in there

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