Krusader

【 Spy High 】

Erik let out a sigh as he gazed at his own reflection in the mirror. Even though it was a saturday he had a habit of waking up early, something that was both a gift and a curse in his opinion. He felt fine and awake but the dark circles under his eyes gave a different story. It had been a long week since the last mission that failed in spectacular fashion. He wasn't even sure who’s fault it was that the mission had gone so south so quickly. One minute the mission had been going smoothly and the next they were in the middle of a massive fire fight in the streets and being chased across the desert. As he continued to think about the mission his gazed looked towards his left arm where he had been grazed by a stray shot. It wasn't deep or really even noticeable but it still made him mad knowing he was careless enough to let himself be hit.

“Beep, Beep, Beep”

Erik's eyes moved across his room to see a small watch that he always left on his nightstand flashing the words emergency across its small screen. That combined with the high pitch sound meant only one thing, the director was calling. Letting out one last sigh Erik ran a towel over his face before leaving the small bathroom shutting off the light in the process. “Vell zis should be interesting” he said to himself as he grabbed prom backpack and began down the stairs of his house. Reaching the door he waved in the direction of his living room offering a goodbye to his mother who was enjoying one of the ew days off she had, “Tschüss Mama liebt dich”.

As his car pulled into the dirt lot that was or used to be a parking lot Erik saw most of the other agents standing around with the director and a van as the centerpiece. Like the others Erik listened intently to the exploitation of the team based game as well as what should be the punishment for those who failed this mission. He had to admit this was rather surprising to him. Erik knew there would be some form of consequence for messing up the mission but a game was not what he had in mind. That was until he saw Ben get knocked to the floor but a single shot from one of the “paintball” guns. This immediately made him look to his own weapon that he had selected. It was a basic long range rifle, perfectly suited to his style of combat, that obviously was going to hit hard if the pistol was any preview. Of course the other agents also seemed to have their own form of preferred weapon meaning everyone would be at the best, or as close as you could get in a simulation.

The teams that were described to him however were interesting to say the least. As soon as the list had been given Eriks mind was already racing with ideas as to how they were going to pull this off with the lesser team in terms of pure combative skills. Looking over the enemy team he began analyzing them forming plans and weaknesses in his head. Aster was probably the strongest one in this mission but was reckless at times. Bug wouldn't be much of a threat in combat but he figured she was already connected to any form of camera in the building that was still semi operational. Nightstalker would be tricky, the building would give her cover to sneak around and pick off his team mates if they weren't careful. And finally Binx, she was probably the one that concerned him the most. That warhorse was going to be littered with traps and explosives by the time the others got in there to look for the actual bombs. And unfortunately for him she knew more than anyone present not to stay in a place where his scope could see.

Hopefully though he and Static were right in thinking the others would be too busy bickering to actually work together as a team. Looking over the building Eriks' eyes settled on an old crain resting just outside the building. “The plan works for me, I'll be your eyes from up Zere.” he said pointing at the outstretched arm of the crane. “Take it slow vould you, no senses in rushing zese zings.” as he finished his statement Erik began to walk towards what was going to be his home for the next hour or so. “And try no to let zat happen again vould you.” He called over his shoulder towards his two teammates who had already been shot by their instructor.

【 Spy High 】

Erik "Wahrheit" Schäfer

B A S I C S

N A M E
Erik Schäfer

A L I A S

• Ghost
• Wraith

C O D E N A M E
Wahrheit

A G E (G R A D E)
Senior (17)

P L A C E O F B I R T H
Munich Germany

G E N D E R
Male (he/him)

A P P E A R A N C E

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Erik is rather unimpressive when only using physical appearances to judge him. He's around average height, boarding on tall depending on who is asked and has neither a muscular build nor a tiny frame just somewhere in the middle. He keeps his hair at a respectable length allowing it to ever so slightly creep past his ears. In recent years he has started to let his facial hair grow out just enough to barely cover his face. His eyes are a light brown that seem as though they hold a kind of softness and caring that is drastic from his chosen specialty in the field.

H E I G H T
5’11”

W E I G H T
175 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
German

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Erik has a bit of a dual personality which the Prom program has been unable to identify the reason for. On a normal day, Erik while definitely not outgoing by any means is a light-hearted kid who can find the joys of most things. He can be described as somewhat goofy if anything when around those he trusts. Outside of close friends, however, Erik is more reserved. While still, an easy-going individual Erik will prefer to keep to himself rather than draw attention to himself. Erik can easily be identified as the intelligent quiet type that is more than happy to stay to himself is needed and does not need attention like many of his peers.

This changes drastically however whenever a mission is in place or Erik is introduced to a high-stress environment. When this occurs a switch of sorts is flipped within him completely changing him. Erik leans more into the cold calculating portion of his nature quickly becoming a perfect agent as it were. During these times Erik appears to drop all reservations that would stop most individuals from carrying out certain tasks for the sake of a mission. This could also be seen as Eric becoming a devout believer in the ends justifying the means.

L I K E S

• Chess
• Reading
• Shooting
• Observing things
• Music

D I S L I K E S

• Being deceived (though it happens rarely)
• Being disturbed
• Bugs

G O A L S

F E A R S

• Heights

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Straight

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
Erik was born in the large city of Munich located close to the southern border of Germany. His mother Annabeth was a member of the GSG9 and served as one of its snipers for most of her early days. His father however is a mystery to Erik. According to his mother his father left before he was born leaving her with the sole responsibility of caring for him while maintaining her stressful career.

Through his early childhood, Erik did show some signs that would alarm some parents. Mostly in the fact that unlike most of his peers his age Erik took quite a while to under his first words and preferred to keep to himself rather than play with the other children. While some parents would be concerned with this development from their child Annabeth was far too busy to give full care to Erik, coupled with the fact that he appeared to be fully together mentally made it seemed as though he was just shy. Indeed even his teachers as a child said he was leagues ahead of the other students at least when it came to reading and math.

By the age of 7, Erik was largely able to care for himself while being left alone himself when his mother had missions to do. Most kids would have freaked at even the idea of benign alone for even a few minutes but Erik seemed unfazed by it. In fact, Erik seemed to do just fine with being alone, simply reading or playing chess, a game he had discovered in one of his many times alone in the house. He had found a great affinity with the game and became fascinated by it. Every piece had a purpose, there was no luck, each player was on equal footing, and every move counted.

By the time Erik had turned 9, he had completely eclipsed just about everything his school had to offer and was quickly moved to a private school deeper in the heart of Munich. Here Erik was challenged greatly but he proved to be more up to the task. This kind of environment proved to be great for an individual such as Erik. The school was rigorous and was focused on breeding only the greatest minds for the future of Germany. This however was when Erik showed even further signs of being distant from others in his fellow peers. He spent more time locked in his room reading or studying than he did outside of it. Here Erik found a love for specifically History and psychology, with a sprinkling of philosophy much to his teachers' joy. Even with this newfound love of academics, beyond his own natural intelligence, and great marks from his teachers there was still something off about the young boy. Something that came out whenever he competed in something. Whether it be Chess or Football, Erik seemed to have a competitive side like no other. But that still wasn't the best way to describe it. A small glimpse at the kind of agent he would become Erik showed an almost joy in winning, but not just in winning but in completely destroying his opponents. As far as Erik was concerned if his opponents had not wanted to be beaten so badly they should have worked as hard as he had in preparation.

By the time Erik had turned 13, he began to notice something very strange occurring around him. Regardless of whether it was a large tournament or simply walking home to school, Erik began to notice a difference in the crowd around him. This all culminated the day Erik had been named the youngest chess Champion his school had produced since its beginning. To most Erik seemed his usual self however a trained eye could see that he was keeping his eyes on a particular person in the crowd. A person he had seen a great deal of in the past few years. Whoever this mystery man was he had been following Erik for some unknown reason. Just as the game finished Erik moved his eyes for a split second to acknowledge his opponent but when they returned the man was already gone. The very next day his mother had been offered an unusually high paying job working as a consultant for a local police unit in the United States.

S K I L L S E T

T A L E N T S

• Chess Prodigy- Ever since he was a child Erik has loved Chess and strategy games in general.
• Marksmen- Erik has become quite proficient with firearms over the course of his life showing a particular liking to Sniper Rifles and pistols
• Observation- Erik appears to have an unnatural ability to notice even the slightest of differences when it comes to both people and objects.
• Questioning- his specified role within Prom Erik has shown great ability in bringing out the truth in people. While this is usually done through Psychological warfare Erik is no stranger to more physical means of getting the info from people.

G A D G E T S

• DSR-1SD - German sniper rifle that has been modified with an extended barrel
• 1911- custom pistol with a German eagle engraved on the handle
• Fast-acting short duration truth serum that is kept in small canisters.

Other

• Speaks with a German accent even though is capable of fluent English
• reads books on philosophy and history mostly
• Keeps a journal hidden in his room
• listens to music constantly

Grading

Strength: c-
Erik by normal standards is rather strong but when compared to his fellow agents or those in his line of work he is woefully inadequate in terms of brute strength leading him to utilize his speed rather than anything.

Intelligence: A.

Close-Quarters Combat: B-
While Erik Lacks the physical strength to give him a clear advantage in fights, he makes up for this with his use of speed and knowledge of the human body. This combined with his quick thinking in stressful situations makes him a dangerous adversary.

Firearms: A+
While his close-quarters combat is nothing to write home about Erik has made up for this with his expertise in Firearms. Preferring to use long-distance rifles when it can be helped, Erik however has shown a liking to pistols when he moves with the team.

Concealment and Disguise: B
Erik's rather unimpressive physical build does come with the advantage of being able to appear as a simple member of the crowd. When not in a busy area Erik’s close attention to detail also comes with a great ability to use camouflage

Strategic Thinking/Leadership: B+
While not the most vocal person Erik is a great strategist. While his leadership skills suffer as a result of his usual quietness he makes up for this with his ability to plan ahead.

Mental Agility/Intuition: B+
Erik has shown quite the ability to remain calm when under pressure. While he prefers there to be a well made plan he also understands no plan works without being changed as soon as the game starts.

Hacking/Computer Operation: D
For all his ability and intellect Erik has little to no ability when it comes to hacking or computers outside the basics of field necessities.

Observation/Interrogation: A+
The reason Erik was recruited to the Prom program to begin with. Ever since a young age, Erik has shown an aptitude for observing people and objects and picking up on the slightest differences or things that are out of place. This combined with his knowledge of psychology and human anatomy has led him to be a dangerous enemy in an interrogation scenario.

Linguistics: B+
Being born in Germany and moving to America has given Erik the chance to be fluent in both German and English from a young age. However, Erik has also shown an affinity for speaking Russian. While it is not quite up to native speaking standards to the trained ear it certainly can pass. Erik has also begun the process of learning other languages he says would help with Questioning.

Teamwork/Cooperation: B+
Erik is great at working in teams and rarely butts heads with the designated team lead on missions. However, it is recommended to not give him orders when interrogating a high-value target.

【 Spy High 】

Erik "Wahrheit" Schäfer

B A S I C S

N A M E
Erik Schäfer

A L I A S

• Ghost
• Wraith

C O D E N A M E
Wahrheit

A G E (G R A D E)
Senior (17)

P L A C E O F B I R T H
Munich Germany

G E N D E R
Male (he/him)

A P P E A R A N C E

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Erik is rather unimpressive when only using physical appearances to judge him. He's around average height, boarding on tall depending on who is asked and has neither a muscular build nor a tiny frame just somewhere in the middle. He keeps his hair at a respectable length allowing it to ever so slightly creep past his ears. In recent years he has started to let his facial hair grow out just enough to barely cover his face. His eyes are a light brown that seem as though they hold a kind of softness and caring that is drastic from his chosen specialty in the field.

H E I G H T
5’11”

W E I G H T
175 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
German

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Erik has a bit of a dual personality which the Prom program has been unable to identify the reason for. On a normal day, Erik while definitely not outgoing by any means is a light-hearted kid who can find the joys of most things. He can be described as somewhat goofy if anything when around those he trusts. Outside of close friends, however, Erik is more reserved. While still, an easy-going individual Erik will prefer to keep to himself rather than draw attention to himself. Erik can easily be identified as the intelligent quiet type that is more than happy to stay to himself is needed and does not need attention like many of his peers.

This changes drastically however whenever a mission is in place or Erik is introduced to a high-stress environment. When this occurs a switch of sorts is flipped within him completely changing him. Erik leans more into the cold calculating portion of his nature quickly becoming a perfect agent as it were. During these times Erik appears to drop all reservations that would stop most individuals from carrying out certain tasks for the sake of a mission. This could also be seen as Eric becoming a devout believer in the ends justifying the means.

L I K E S

• Chess
• Reading
• Shooting
• Observing things
• Music

D I S L I K E S

• Being deceived (though it happens rarely)
• Being disturbed
• Bugs

G O A L S

F E A R S

• Heights

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Straight

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
Erik was born in the large city of Munich located close to the southern border of Germany. His mother Annabeth was a member of the GSG9 and served as one of its snipers for most of her early days. His father however is a mystery to Erik. According to his mother his father left before he was born leaving her with the sole responsibility of caring for him while maintaining her stressful career.

Through his early childhood, Erik did show some signs that would alarm some parents. Mostly in the fact that unlike most of his peers his age Erik took quite a while to under his first words and preferred to keep to himself rather than play with the other children. While some parents would be concerned with this development from their child Annabeth was far too busy to give full care to Erik, coupled with the fact that he appeared to be fully together mentally made it seemed as though he was just shy. Indeed even his teachers as a child said he was leagues ahead of the other students at least when it came to reading and math.

By the age of 7, Erik was largely able to care for himself while being left alone himself when his mother had missions to do. Most kids would have freaked at even the idea of benign alone for even a few minutes but Erik seemed unfazed by it. In fact, Erik seemed to do just fine with being alone, simply reading or playing chess, a game he had discovered in one of his many times alone in the house. He had found a great affinity with the game and became fascinated by it. Every piece had a purpose, there was no luck, each player was on equal footing, and every move counted.

By the time Erik had turned 9, he had completely eclipsed just about everything his school had to offer and was quickly moved to a private school deeper in the heart of Munich. Here Erik was challenged greatly but he proved to be more up to the task. This kind of environment proved to be great for an individual such as Erik. The school was rigorous and was focused on breeding only the greatest minds for the future of Germany. This however was when Erik showed even further signs of being distant from others in his fellow peers. He spent more time locked in his room reading or studying than he did outside of it. Here Erik found a love for specifically History and psychology, with a sprinkling of philosophy much to his teachers' joy. Even with this newfound love of academics, beyond his own natural intelligence, and great marks from his teachers there was still something off about the young boy. Something that came out whenever he competed in something. Whether it be Chess or Football, Erik seemed to have a competitive side like no other. But that still wasn't the best way to describe it. A small glimpse at the kind of agent he would become Erik showed an almost joy in winning, but not just in winning but in completely destroying his opponents. As far as Erik was concerned if his opponents had not wanted to be beaten so badly they should have worked as hard as he had in preparation.

By the time Erik had turned 13, he began to notice something very strange occurring around him. Regardless of whether it was a large tournament or simply walking home to school, Erik began to notice a difference in the crowd around him. This all culminated the day Erik had been named the youngest chess Champion his school had produced since its beginning. To most Erik seemed his usual self however a trained eye could see that he was keeping his eyes on a particular person in the crowd. A person he had seen a great deal of in the past few years. Whoever this mystery man was he had been following Erik for some unknown reason. Just as the game finished Erik moved his eyes for a split second to acknowledge his opponent but when they returned the man was already gone. The very next day his mother had been offered an unusually high paying job working as a consultant for a local police unit in the United States.

S K I L L S E T

T A L E N T S

• Chess Prodigy- Ever since he was a child Erik has loved Chess and strategy games in general.
• Marksmen- Erik has become quite proficient with firearms over the course of his life showing a particular liking to Sniper Rifles and pistols
• Observation- Erik appears to have an unnatural ability to notice even the slightest of differences when it comes to both people and objects.
• Questioning- his specified role within Prom Erik has shown great ability in bringing out the truth in people. While this is usually done through Psychological warfare Erik is no stranger to more physical means of getting the info from people.

G A D G E T S

• DSR-1SD - German sniper rifle that has been modified with an extended barrel
• 1911- custom pistol with a German eagle engraved on the handle
• Fast-acting short duration truth serum that is kept in small canisters.

Other

• Speaks with a German accent even though is capable of fluent English
• reads books on philosophy and history mostly
• Keeps a journal hidden in his room
• listens to music constantly

Grading

Strength: c-
Erik by normal standards is rather strong but when compared to his fellow agents or those in his line of work he is woefully inadequate in terms of brute strength leading him to utilize his speed rather than anything.

Intelligence: A.

Close-Quarters Combat: B-
While Erik Lacks the physical strength to give him a clear advantage in fights, he makes up for this with his use of speed and knowledge of the human body. This combined with his quick thinking in stressful situations makes him a dangerous adversary.

Firearms: A+
While his close-quarters combat is nothing to write home about Erik has made up for this with his expertise in Firearms. Preferring to use long-distance rifles when it can be helped, Erik however has shown a liking to pistols when he moves with the team.

Concealment and Disguise: B
Erik's rather unimpressive physical build does come with the advantage of being able to appear as a simple member of the crowd. When not in a busy area Erik’s close attention to detail also comes with a great ability to use camouflage

Strategic Thinking/Leadership: B+
While not the most vocal person Erik is a great strategist. While his leadership skills suffer as a result of his usual quietness he makes up for this with his ability to plan ahead.

Mental Agility/Intuition: B+
Erik has shown quite the ability to remain calm when under pressure. While he prefers there to be a well made plan he also understands no plan works without being changed as soon as the game starts.

Hacking/Computer Operation: D
For all his ability and intellect Erik has little to no ability when it comes to hacking or computers outside the basics of field necessities.

Observation/Interrogation: A+
The reason Erik was recruited to the Prom program to begin with. Ever since a young age, Erik has shown an aptitude for observing people and objects and picking up on the slightest differences or things that are out of place. This combined with his knowledge of psychology and human anatomy has led him to be a dangerous enemy in an interrogation scenario.

Linguistics: B+
Being born in Germany and moving to America has given Erik the chance to be fluent in both German and English from a young age. However, Erik has also shown an affinity for speaking Russian. While it is not quite up to native speaking standards to the trained ear it certainly can pass. Erik has also begun the process of learning other languages he says would help with Questioning.

Teamwork/Cooperation: B+
Erik is great at working in teams and rarely butts heads with the designated team lead on missions. However, it is recommended to not give him orders when interrogating a high-value target.

【 Spy High! 】CLOSED

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Vampire, Werewolves, Witches Roleplay

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Mainstream Heroes [2 to 5 players wanted]

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Hades And Dio

_{The Ball, SEATTLE}

GOD OF The Dead,

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No matter how many times throughout history he had been forced to wear a suit, Dio could never be comfortable in one. It could be how stuffy and formal it made him feel, or could be deep-seated issues with his identity compared to his father. Both perfectly reasonable reasons, or so thought the god of wine. Fiddling with his collar he sat in the passenger seat of a car that probably cost more than a year's worth of rent for his apartment. The city was mostly a blur to Dio as the vehicle sped downtown towards the charity event. The invite had been very surprising to DIo, but he had soon realized how amazing of an opportunity it was. For starters, it would hopefully let him meet up with some friends of his he had not seen in centuries. Dionysus would also be able to talk to Artemis about her investigation and ask if he could help. Finally, it was going to be so much fun. So many people who hated each other were going to be in an enclosed space with copious amounts of liquor. There probably hadn’t been an event like this since the parties with the French monarchy. Dio could only imagine the chaos that was going to happen.

“This is just funny isn’t it? The Romans hide for years then suddenly reappear and invite everyone to a party. Almost like they got lonely plotting the demise of everyone and missed us.”

Hades continued to look forward as the city passed by him at a fast pace as he pondered his son's statement. “It is indeed.” Hades said in his usual even calculating tone. “I find it odd that they would openly invite everyone like this considering.” Hades stopped for a moment to let it hang in the air. He didn't need to bring up his Nephew, it was clear what he meant. “I am more concerned about my brothers being there and the usual drama that follows our family.” Hades thought for a moment more on the idea of his brothers all being present in a confined area for an entire evening, with Alcohol. They weren't even in the same room for long and the conclave had gone to shit in a heartbeat he couldn't begin to think what an entire evening would bring. “Just watch yourself when we get there. I don't trust the imposters, the rest of our family, and most other gods to not make some scenes tonight.” Hades knew his son could handle himself and definitely didn't need him as a protector anymore, but this whole issue still made him feel uneasy.

“I plan to enjoy the spectacle rather than, be it. I’ll watch myself while I’m there.” Dio knew that his father didn’t like or trust the Romans, or really any of the other gods for that matter. While they were at the ball he would have to make sure to watch his tongue. Couldn’t let any of his father’s enemies know Hades’ plans. “I have a few people to talk to once I’m there, so I probably won’t see you until the end of it. Or maybe a few days from now depends on how drunk I get.”

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There was an easy silence in the car, not uncomfortable but rather nice, an easy calm before the storm that would inevitably hit the ball itself. That brief bit of silence was a nice feeling for Hades who had been so busy since the conclave it felt like the old days when his family once wagged war. That small time of peace, however, was quickly shattered as the car pulled into its place in front of the venue drawing the attention of plenty of photographers. “Well, it was nice while it lasted.” He said as he straightened his bow tie in the mirror. As he exited the car he put on a small smile just enough to please the swarm of mortals clambering for a photo of the wealthy man and his guest. “Always hated this part.” He said under his breath as he began to ascend the steps towards the ball itself doing his best to ignore the mortals and their rather loud and obnoxious questions.

Dio couldn’t help but grin as the cameras began to flash all around them. While he managed to slip through most of the crowd unnoticed, his father was not nearly as stealthy. Being a film student at the local college thankfully let him be inconspicuous amongst the mortals. Dio caught his father's eye from across the crowd of people and gave him a quick wave before entering the venue. Dio took a moment to scan the gleaming room that spread in front of him.

Dionysus immediately noticed many of the gods that had spread throughout the room before his arrival. Across the room, a few of the Romans had begun to gather around their “king”, though some still remained scattered amongst other guests. He hadn’t seen many of those faces for centuries, well at least not in person. His father could be described in many many words, but careless would never be one of them. Paranoid? Sure, but never careless. Ever since the fall, Hades has been preparing for war, and information is as valuable as Ambrosia.

Other than the Romans a few other pantheons had decent representation, though none of them were as organized. Of course, his Greek family had scattered like leaves in the wind, off to mingle and get wasted. While locating his Greek brethren he noticed a poor fool who happened to be getting wasted at the bar. After a second Dio recognized that poor fool as being his Uncle Poseidon. Dio was happy the sea god had resurfaced, no matter how unfortunate the timing was. He always preferred Poseidon over Zeus back in the day, especially since Posiedon wasn’t married to someone who had tried to kill Dio.

“I should go say something before the party is over. Doubt there will be much time for a calm discussion after this thing.”

As he passed the threshold, Hades was immediately struck by just how blindingly bright white the room really was. As Hades let his eyes adjust slightly he gazed over the room seeing the usual suspects of an event such as these. Various companies, groups, banks, and especially politicians all mingling, trading stories, and fake compliments. So was the way of mortals he supposed, and gods to be fair, to always use an opportunity to push themselves forward. Glancing up towards the balcony of the main ballroom Hades could see two figures standing across the many attendants with a seemingly angry look on their faces, though it would be overlooked had you not been aware or perspective enough. “Ah so there sits the king,” he said to himself with a heavy amount of sarcasm as he lifted a glass from the serving tray that just passed him. Just as he began to lift the glass to his lips he paused for a moment at the sight of two figures gracing the dance floor. Almost immediately he could recognize the two people dancing carefree on the otherwise empty floor. For all his ability to never show a sign of weakness or a shred of emotion Hades felt a slight smile pull on the edges of his lips. It was almost too nice of sight to look away from until he felt a pain of shame and grief in his chest forcing his eyes to look away from the dance floor.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Cu Chulainn

_Ball

Hero of Ireland

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Connor listened to the purr of the engine as he spread through the streets of Seattle towards the ball that he had so kindly been invited to. Though if he was being honest he had no idea why he got invited in the first place. He wasn't some important figure in the mortal world if he was being honest with himself, just a simple detective and an MMA coach, nothing that would really spark the interest of the "elites" But hey a party was a party, and seeing the gods at each other's throat would always be worth having to were this stupid suit. At the thought, Conor pulled slightly at his own tie trying to give his throat some space allowing himself to breathe. He had to admit that he looked good in a suit but that didn't change the fact that he was never a fan.

He did wonder what gods would be in attendance tonight. He figured the Greeks and the Romans would be there in full force up to their usual nonsense. He knew his cousin was supposed to meet him there but that was as far as he knew about his pantheon. Now that he thought about it he wondered if his new partner was supposed to be there. His mind was pulled to the greek goddess known to the mortals as Agent Steele. "Well, what a better place to make a first impression than at a ball full of ego and alcohol," he thought happily to himself as he pulled to the front of the venue.

As he stepped through the threshold of the ballroom Conor held a mischievous grin on his face as his eyes scanned the room. The room was painfully white, which was a poor choice considering the list of guests that would be attending. As his eyes continued to roam the room his eyes settled on the bar off to the corner with none other than his very own cousin already starting off any good celebration right. Slowly making his way over to the bar he made sure to sidestep the various waiters and individuals already lost in their own stories and drinks to notice the Irishmen. As he reached the bar he threw an arm around his cousin pulling into a side hug as he laughed a bit. “Aye there you are.” Letting go of the man Connor took his seat next to him getting the bartender's attention for a drink. “So what's the plan col ceathrar?” He said with a devilish grin on his face as he brought the drink to his lips for the first of what was probably going to be many a drink for the night.