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Fate/Secondary Genesis

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A Smol Kakegurui RP

Ban the Person above you

banned for beating me to the punch

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

oh yeah i guess if anyone cares about relations you can tag me for those for either dal or dana lol

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

B-B-B-B-BOUND 2 FALL IN LOVE

_{"I don't find title fights, title fights find me! I don't look for main events, main events look for me! I'm the most interesting man in the world! I'm the reason Waldo is hiding!" —Chael P. Sonnen}

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Name
Dallas Brett Relo

Age
21. 18th June.

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Interstellar Pansexual Pervert

Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% American (45% Spanish-American, .001% - 5% Native American)

Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth Year

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_{”I know I got a bad reputation, walk around always mad reputation, leave a pretty girl sad reputation, start a fight club, Brad re-Pitt-ation." — Kanye West}

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Appearance
The internationally recognized guidelines for successful Tinder accounts, updated for 2019, rate the new cutoff for ‘short guys’ at a respectable 6’2. Dal, blessedly, still clears that benchmark, but only by a few quarters of an inch. He’s a fairly muscular young man, weighing in at 180 pounds, although it’s the sort of lean muscle, built by low weights and high reps, that makes it easier for him to fit into good-looking clothes instead of just sporting his gym gear all the time LIKE A FUCKING LUNKHEAD, JOEY. Such clothes tend to just range from t-shirts to sweaters to bomber jackets, chinos to tight jeans to athletic pants, Nike high tops to boots to running shoes. A usual staple of his appearance is the pair of Prada sunglasses that either disguise his sky blue eyes from the world or lay nestled in his mop of curly golden hair. He is very open and expressive with his body language, often bouncing on his tiptoes as though he's ready to dance or jump out of the way of something - a telltale sign that he's bored or restless. Other such signs include his habit of blinking with one eye, then the other, back and forth, in a series of lightning-quick winks instead of the blinks of a normal human, or tousling his hair back before shaking it back down into his eyes, over and over again.

He has a tattoo of a trail of shooting stars arcing behind his left ear, stretching down to the top of his neck. Dana and Marcy also pierced his left nostril and navel while he was stoned once in the previous year of school, those evil sluts, but right now he only has the nose piercing inserted.

Personality

✔ Charismatic ✔ Charming ✔ Fearless ✔ Loyal ✖ Reckless ✖ Hot-tempered ✖ Mischievous ✖ Scornful

It's easy to see how Dallas could become the centerpiece - or centerfold - of a group of demigods. Talkative and silver-tongued, he seems to never stop chattering about something or somebody, or preferably multiple suspects in a mind-meltingly complicated spiel. This inability to shut up can knit together a friendship or tear a person down, depending on his mercurial, even bipolar temperament. No matter what his intention is, his speeches are always used as a way to tease and prod at the other person, whether good-naturedly or mockingly. The best way to survive his onslaughts are to stay thick-skinned and let the backhanded compliments or playful barbs about your clothes, friends, or parentage bounce off of you with a laugh. Returning fire could either cause him to laugh loudly or glower and grow coarse, depending on what mood he's in or how close he is to you - the closer you are to him, or the more he likes you, the less patient he's prepared to be with you, paradoxically.

His hot temper isn't often utilized in defense of his friends - fuck them, they can handle themselves - but more often just weaponized against anyone who vexes them in any way. His loyalty manifests through vengeful acts, not protectiveness, and many a time someone in a parking lot has wound up with a sneaker-sized dent in a car door or a baseball bat into a headlight for provoking Dallas while out at the club or a restaurant. He's tried to temper such behaviors over the course of his five years at Olympus, but it's easy to look at Dallas and see shades of his father, who once tricked his aunt into trickshotting her first boyfriend out of spite. The most protective he ever gets is towards the handful of students he likes in the lower years, who can sometimes goad him into taking a surprisingly proactive mentorship role. His own sister has received the most training from him by far; he enjoys teaching her the basic methods of free running, striking, and even advice in social situations, and he finds time to make conversation with her all hours of the day or night - usually without her permission. A long text thread at 2 AM prefaced with a repeated "Hey nerd" is par for the course in their relationship.

It should also be noted here that Dallas is an incorrigible flirt and heartbreaker, often cutting off girls for various reasons that stem, simply, from his own boredom. He doesn't have an inability to commit to a relationship, or even a lack of readiness, he just prefers casual relationships and hasn't found anyone who makes him want to change his mind. Sex is fairly meaningless in terms of emotional attachment, although he does seem to enjoy making breakfast, coffee, and conversation for more successful flings.

He can generally be found at the vanguard of "the squad," who can get away with riling up the bipolar son of the sun slightly more than most people.

History
Born in Mill Valley, Dallas spent most of his time moving between Marin County and Oakland with his mother, a fitness model in Northern California. Learning at an early age that he wasn't going to get much out of her beyond the fact that he was "[his] dad's spitting image," Dallas fell into the oldest and noblest of traps for charismatic only children - he built himself a large group early in middle school that, gradually, metamorphosed from less of a group of class clowns into more of a group of wild, reckless teens with too much pent up energy. Eventually, as high school wore on, Dallas was getting himself into fights in school bathrooms, by lockers, even in the parking lots at athletic events. He lost his valued spot as a pitcher on the school baseball team, and by the end of his tenure in California he could be found with a black eye and a burst-lipped smirk on his face more often than not.

Though his future seemed in jeopardy as his future at school grew more fractured, his mother finally deciding to reveal the truth about his parentage seemed to temper his resolve. At the age of 15, Dallas ran away from home on a quest to find his father, god or not, and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He ended up being picked up ten miles outside of Reno by his own spitting image, driving a Tesla Roadster (nerd) and rolling his eyes behind a pair of Prada shades. The resemblance was too uncanny to be bullshit, and Dallas hopped in the car to see where it would lead him. The Maserati ended up leading all the way to Olympus Academy, where Apollo left Dallas with the sunglasses and a final challenge, a shot across the bow:

"Take these. Prove to me you're worthy of that," he said, pointing up towards the sun, "and I'll make it up to you and then some."

Over the next five years, Dallas has tried applying himself to that ideal (like, what hot-blooded young man doesn't want to be the fucking sun on Earth?) and started trying to temper his bad boy behavior as best he can. Now that his tenure at Olympus is halfway over, he's certainly made progress, though he clearly still has a loooong way to go.

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_{"It's not leaving that I mind. Being a sun god must be busy. But what kind of sun god needs sunglasses? Prada sunglasses. Giving those dumb things to Dal ruined him." — Alihera Relo}

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Godly Parent
Apollo, God of the Sun, Music, and Poetry

Relationship With Godly Parent
Douchebags do generally grow close with one another. Dallas and Apollo have met up a few times over the course of the past few years, usually for days spent fucking around on a baseball diamond - Apollo, as the god of archery, is a better pitcher, even if Dal suspects that some of his pitches dip out of the strike zone and then veer in - grabbing a burger or pie at Nation's in his home state of California, or racing each other up the Pacific Coast Highway or Arizona desert, keeping contact over speakerphone in their cars. It's not the paternal ideal; rather, their relationship is more similar to that of a freshman in college and his favorite professor, or at best a watchful frat boy out to guide the guy fresh from his hazing ritual. They're good friends, but not a comfortable father/son dynamic.

Demigod Abilities

Heaven, Let Your Light Shine Down - Though all demigods are naturally stronger, quicker, and sturdier than their human relatives, Dallas' physical advantages are only amplified when in the light of his father's sun. He uses this to hit harder and faster in fistfights, his preferred state of combat, but the effect can also be utilized for things as mundane as waking him up in the morning with a jolt of energy or racing to a class he decided to attend at the last minute. Outside of sunlight, these effects begin to fade after around two minutes.

If Young Metro Don't Trust You... - Apollo is the god of music and poetry, so it only makes sense that his son would inherit natural ability in turn. When listening to music, Dallas' strength, speed, and durability stack to double that of his heightened capabilities, leaving him stacked with up to quadruple the physical prowess of a normal human. Whatever you do, if you're intent on pissing off, don't fight him in sunlight with his iPhone on. Seriously. Blot out the sun with locusts, break his iPhone, do something before he turns your face into a bloody mask.

This power also has a gentler side effect. When Dallas hears someone sing, he gains an empathetic bond with that person temporarily. The longer they sing, the longer the bond goes on and strengthens, giving Dallas insight into their emotions and, to a more limited extent, their thoughts, allowing for some limited forms of gentle psychic persuasion, insight, and even the faintest hints of communication. After it stops, the bond will stay solid for around five minutes before starting to fizzle. By ten, it will be gone entirely.

...I'm Gon' Shoot You - Similar to his other two powers, this can only be activated when Dallas is standing in the sun for energy purposes - this power, however, is a different bent. As long as he is standing within the sunlight and feels comfortable enough with the open space he's standing in, Dallas can reflect the light source of the sun towards a target using his body as a conduit, in effect creating a 6'2 tall laser or solar panel. This will eventually drive his body temperature up into a feverish state, though, so prolonged use of this ability will prove incredibly hazardous to his health.

Staring at the Sun - Dallas has a natural illusionary power, creating up to four illusionary copies of himself at a time to throw off opponents. They will perform the most basic of functions and fighting maneuvers to keep an enemy guessing, and can even talk shit like the normal Dallas through a mimicry of his speech, but as time goes on the copies will start to skip and "buffer," almost. Additionally, their surfaces go crystalline, sleek and shiny when struck. Hitting all of them will inevitably point out which is the true son of the sun, so it's often a temporary solution to trick an opponent long enough to get a good strike in and scramble his opponent's brains.

Though he's not averse to using this trick on his sister or his friends to grate on their nerves once in a while. Every so often. ...Very often.

Greg Nawrat | 6ecff6

voice inside my head told me wet em if they test you

_{”Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born in order to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, just stay wherever you are and watch me win it!” " — Oda Nobunaga}

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Name
Harada Danaye (Dana Harada)
Age
19. 1st April.
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% Japanese
Years at Olympus Academy
Fourth Year

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_{"Hide my tattoos in Shibuya, police think I'm from the underworld." - Frank Ocean}

Appearance
Dana would not strike anyone as the fearsome princess of war that her friends and the families of her late enemies are acquainted with. She is a tall, gracile girl, standing at 5’10 and weighing only 115 lbs. Even casually, she walks as though she is picturing herself on a runway, forcefully and purposefully. This intense focus is the truest hint of her parentage and of her own determination. Removed of that, she could easily be mistaken for a silent, playful girl; her high cheekbones, sienna-colored doe-eyed stare, and arched eyebrows often give people the impression that she’s a polite girl who just can’t understand them. She can.

Dana takes pride in keeping her appearance composed and professional, and she is often Marcy’s cohort in their extravagant shopping trips. A black coat is a staple of her wardrobe, as they leave her feeling v snug and cozy and protected from the mountain weather. Furthermore, however, she likes the protection of being able to hide one of her knives, handguns, or phones on her person at all times, and the coat hides all. Beyond that, Dana’s arsenal is comprised of anything from pencil skirts to leggings, usually paired with boots and accessories such as a flowing red scarf. Heels aren’t out of the question, but if she finds herself in a fight – as she often will – she will kick them off at the start of a duel and may even attempt to use them as weapons in the bloodbath to come.

Personality

✔ Polite ✔ Fearless ✔ Playful ✔ Honorable ✖ Haughty ✖ Unpredictable ✖ Fiery ✖ Merciless

Dana tries her best to embody a personal code of honor. She strikes most people as a quiet, unassuming girl, silent where most of her friends are brash and talkative. She is very quiet, as a matter of fact, so much so that much of the time she spends hanging out with her best friend is sent with the two of them curled up silently together, immersed in each other’s projects or social media feeds. Though not particularly eager to volunteer for things, she will graciously agree to help if anyone were to ask for her assistance on such a project, or even if someone would like to just go and hang out. She does her best to stay quiet and drift through life.

This lowkey, agreeable nature belies the true ferocity that forges the bones and heats the heart of Dana Harada. She is a bombastic and proud young woman, quick to fight and hard to placate when her honor is slighted or those around her are aggrieved. She enjoys the brutality of a fight and doesn’t mind roughing up her own pretty face or hairdo in the name of turning somebody into a pulp; she’s both more lowkey and more violent than her older brother, which means that she relies on him to be a good role model and balancing point for the two extremes of her nature.

History
Believe it or not, even Olympians sometimes find themselves in a legal bind. Hermes' early bouts of thievery aside, not one god was taken to task for his or her sphere of influence quite so often as Ares, God of War. The bloodthirsty immortal would often find himself fighting a war with particular zeal and go too far in the eyes of man; in most instances, Zeus would allow Ares to spirit himself away, but once every few centuries the God of War was left to stew in his own hell. It was during one such situation in the last decade of the 20th century when Ares found himself on the wrong side of failed Yakuza interests in Japan, and a Yamaguchi-gumi retained lawyer was tasked to defend him from the investigation that followed. As absurd as it was, Ares followed the trial to completion, and was so impressed by the poise and cool under fire that his attorney displayed - not at all dissimilar to that of a trained elite - that the two soon fathered a child together.

Said resultant seed, Harada Danaye, grew into a quietly independent girl with a penchant for laissez-faire leadership, but leadership nonetheless, of most group activities within the school. This, coupled with increasingly frequent visits from Ares as she sprouted into adolescence, nurtured the belief in the God of War that perhaps his daughter wasn't cut out to languish alone amongst humans in Japan for the rest of her life, and she found herself directed to Olympus Academy in a new country across the world. Thus far, the experience has proved a healthy one for Dana, even if it has reinforced some of her more prickly traits. She has grown particularly close to her older brother and his cohort of friends, often tagging along with them and taking advantage of their wellspring of shopping money. She also independently made a best friend of her own in Rebekah Cross, who she has dormed with every year of her she’s stayed at Olympus.

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「 I will not comment on a client’s ongoing legal matters. 」 — Kikuko Harada

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Godly Parent
Ares, God of War, Father of Rome, Yamaguchi-gumi

Relationship With Godly Parent
Dana enjoys her father's company, and though their visits are fleeting she has inherited his love of a fight, and a belief that no fight is meaningless when it comes to your personal reputation and honor - or even just for fun. Ares, for his part, finds an endless source of amusement in his daughter's seriousness and antics. She believes that Niichan shares some of her outbursts out of context so they can laugh about it together. She would gladly fight both of them for their insolence.

Demigod Abilities

Kiss Kiss! – Dana is no stranger to brutal fights, and relishes the opportunity to overcome the strongest blows her enemy can strike. Such blows, she believes, only strengthen her mentally and are proof of the things that her indomitable strength and will can overcome. As such, in fights, landing blows on her will only toughen her; she will bleed and ache in due time from the wounds, but in the heat of battle she will never fall to her knees.

Bang Bang! – Similarly, the weapons that Dana-chan is armed with should rightly consider themselves blessed to be wielded by the yakuza princess. In her hands, a butter knife could carve like a sword; a slingshot hits with the force of a beanbag launcher; a shotgun would hit like an atomic blast at point blank.

Fog of War – Dana's unique mix of pride and hot temper makes for an interesting personality dichotomy. In battle and in her academics, her focus is imperative, and she has honed that focus to a knife's edge. Any attempts at mental or psychic interference from another demigod will backfire heavily on someone trying to interfere with Dana. Attempts to read her mind or emotions, charm, intimidate, or influence her with one's powers will only result in upsetting her. It's not worth upsetting her.

Isten kardja – The sword of Mars has been the symbol of the god of war since time immemorial, a weapon that defies classification under Ares, Mars, or any of his other facets; its wielders have long since passed into legend, too, from heroes to Huns. Dana wields the reforged blade - emphasis on reforged. Her father's blade now comes with an eight round magazine, and it's a pain getting it through airport security.

_{Tao Okamoto | 9e0b0f}

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

voice inside my head told me wet em if they test you

_{”Do you really want to spend your entire lives praying for longevity? We were born in order to die! Whoever is with me, come to the battlefield tomorrow morning. Whoever is not, just stay wherever you are and watch me win it!” " — Oda Nobunaga}

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Name
Harada Danaye (Dana Harada)
Age
19. 1st April.
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% Japanese
Years at Olympus Academy
Fourth Year

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_{"Hide my tattoos in Shibuya, police think I'm from the underworld." - Frank Ocean}

Appearance
Dana would not strike anyone as the fearsome princess of war that her friends and the families of her late enemies are acquainted with. She is a tall, gracile girl, standing at 5’10 and weighing only 115 lbs. Even casually, she walks as though she is picturing herself on a runway, forcefully and purposefully. This intense focus is the truest hint of her parentage and of her own determination. Removed of that, she could easily be mistaken for a silent, playful girl; her high cheekbones, sienna-colored doe-eyed stare, and arched eyebrows often give people the impression that she’s a polite girl who just can’t understand them. She can.

Dana takes pride in keeping her appearance composed and professional, and she is often Marcy’s cohort in their extravagant shopping trips. A black coat is a staple of her wardrobe, as they leave her feeling v snug and cozy and protected from the mountain weather. Furthermore, however, she likes the protection of being able to hide one of her knives, handguns, or phones on her person at all times, and the coat hides all. Beyond that, Dana’s arsenal is comprised of anything from pencil skirts to leggings, usually paired with boots and accessories such as a flowing red scarf. Heels aren’t out of the question, but if she finds herself in a fight – as she often will – she will kick them off at the start of a duel and may even attempt to use them as weapons in the bloodbath to come.

Personality

✔ Polite ✔ Fearless ✔ Playful ✔ Honorable ✖ Haughty ✖ Unpredictable ✖ Fiery ✖ Merciless

Dana tries her best to embody a personal code of honor. She strikes most people as a quiet, unassuming girl, silent where most of her friends are brash and talkative. She is very quiet, as a matter of fact, so much so that much of the time she spends hanging out with her best friend is sent with the two of them curled up silently together, immersed in each other’s projects or social media feeds. Though not particularly eager to volunteer for things, she will graciously agree to help if anyone were to ask for her assistance on such a project, or even if someone would like to just go and hang out. She does her best to stay quiet and drift through life.

This lowkey, agreeable nature belies the true ferocity that forges the bones and heats the heart of Dana Harada. She is a bombastic and proud young woman, quick to fight and hard to placate when her honor is slighted or those around her are aggrieved. She enjoys the brutality of a fight and doesn’t mind roughing up her own pretty face or hairdo in the name of turning somebody into a pulp; she’s both more lowkey and more violent than her older brother, which means that she relies on him to be a good role model and balancing point for the two extremes of her nature.

History
Believe it or not, even Olympians sometimes find themselves in a legal bind. Hermes' early bouts of thievery aside, not one god was taken to task for his or her sphere of influence quite so often as Ares, God of War. The bloodthirsty immortal would often find himself fighting a war with particular zeal and go too far in the eyes of man; in most instances, Zeus would allow Ares to spirit himself away, but once every few centuries the God of War was left to stew in his own hell. It was during one such situation in the last decade of the 20th century when Ares found himself on the wrong side of failed Yakuza interests in Japan, and a Yamaguchi-gumi retained lawyer was tasked to defend him from the investigation that followed. As absurd as it was, Ares followed the trial to completion, and was so impressed by the poise and cool under fire that his attorney displayed - not at all dissimilar to that of a trained elite - that the two soon fathered a child together.

Said resultant seed, Harada Danaye, grew into a quietly independent girl with a penchant for laissez-faire leadership, but leadership nonetheless, of most group activities within the school. This, coupled with increasingly frequent visits from Ares as she sprouted into adolescence, nurtured the belief in the God of War that perhaps his daughter wasn't cut out to languish alone amongst humans in Japan for the rest of her life, and she found herself directed to Olympus Academy in a new country across the world. Thus far, the experience has proved a healthy one for Dana, even if it has reinforced some of her more prickly traits. She has grown particularly close to her older brother and his cohort of friends, often tagging along with them and taking advantage of their wellspring of shopping money. She also independently made a best friend of her own in Rebekah Cross, who she has dormed with every year of her she’s stayed at Olympus.

---

「 I will not comment on a client’s ongoing legal matters. 」 — Kikuko Harada

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Godly Parent
Ares, God of War, Father of Rome, Yamaguchi-gumi

Relationship With Godly Parent
Dana enjoys her father's company, and though their visits are fleeting she has inherited his love of a fight, and a belief that no fight is meaningless when it comes to your personal reputation and honor - or even just for fun. Ares, for his part, finds an endless source of amusement in his daughter's seriousness and antics. She believes that Niichan shares some of her outbursts out of context so they can laugh about it together. She would gladly fight both of them for their insolence.

Demigod Abilities

Kiss Kiss! – Dana is no stranger to brutal fights, and relishes the opportunity to overcome the strongest blows her enemy can strike. Such blows, she believes, only strengthen her mentally and are proof of the things that her indomitable strength and will can overcome. As such, in fights, landing blows on her will only toughen her; she will bleed and ache in due time from the wounds, but in the heat of battle she will never fall to her knees.

Bang Bang! – Similarly, the weapons that Dana-chan is armed with should rightly consider themselves blessed to be wielded by the yakuza princess. In her hands, a butter knife could carve like a sword; a slingshot hits with the force of a beanbag launcher; a shotgun would hit like an atomic blast at point blank.

Fog of War – Dana's unique mix of pride and hot temper makes for an interesting personality dichotomy. In battle and in her academics, her focus is imperative, and she has honed that focus to a knife's edge. Any attempts at mental or psychic interference from another demigod will backfire heavily on someone trying to interfere with Dana. Attempts to read her mind or emotions, charm, intimidate, or influence her with one's powers will only result in upsetting her. It's not worth upsetting her.

Isten kardja – The sword of Mars has been the symbol of the god of war since time immemorial, a weapon that defies classification under Ares, Mars, or any of his other facets; its wielders have long since passed into legend, too, from heroes to Huns. Dana wields the reforged blade - emphasis on reforged. Her father's blade now comes with an eight round magazine, and it's a pain getting it through airport security.

_{Tao Okamoto | 9e0b0f}

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

B-B-B-B-BOUND 2 FALL IN LOVE

_{"I don't find title fights, title fights find me! I don't look for main events, main events look for me! I'm the most interesting man in the world! I'm the reason Waldo is hiding!" —Chael P. Sonnen}

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Name
Dallas Brett Relo

Age
20. 18th June.

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Interstellar Pansexual Pervert

Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% American (45% Spanish-American, .001% - 5% Native American)

Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth Year

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_{”I know I got a bad reputation, walk around always mad reputation, leave a pretty girl sad reputation, start a fight club, Brad re-Pitt-ation." — Kanye West}

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Appearance
The internationally recognized guidelines for successful Tinder accounts, updated for 2019, rate the new cutoff for ‘short guys’ at a respectable 6’2. Dal, blessedly, still clears that benchmark, but only by a few quarters of an inch. He’s a fairly muscular young man, weighing in at 180 pounds, although it’s the sort of lean muscle, built by low weights and high reps, that makes it easier for him to fit into good-looking clothes instead of just sporting his gym gear all the time LIKE A FUCKING LUNKHEAD, JOEY. Such clothes tend to just range from t-shirts to sweaters to bomber jackets, chinos to tight jeans to athletic pants, Nike high tops to boots to running shoes. A usual staple of his appearance is the pair of Prada sunglasses that either disguise his sky blue eyes from the world or lay nestled in his mop of curly golden hair. He is very open and expressive with his body language, often bouncing on his tiptoes as though he's ready to dance or jump out of the way of something - a telltale sign that he's bored or restless. Other such signs include his habit of blinking with one eye, then the other, back and forth, in a series of lightning-quick winks instead of the blinks of a normal human, or tousling his hair back before shaking it back down into his eyes, over and over again.

He has a tattoo of a trail of shooting stars arcing behind his left ear, stretching down to the top of his neck. Dana and Marcy also pierced his left nostril and navel while he was stoned once in the previous year of school, those evil sluts, but right now he only has the nose piercing inserted.

Personality

✔ Charismatic ✔ Charming ✔ Fearless ✔ Loyal ✖ Reckless ✖ Hot-tempered ✖ Mischievous ✖ Scornful

It's easy to see how Dallas could become the centerpiece - or centerfold - of a group of demigods. Talkative and silver-tongued, he seems to never stop chattering about something or somebody, or preferably multiple suspects in a mind-meltingly complicated spiel. This inability to shut up can knit together a friendship or tear a person down, depending on his mercurial, even bipolar temperament. No matter what his intention is, his speeches are always used as a way to tease and prod at the other person, whether good-naturedly or mockingly. The best way to survive his onslaughts are to stay thick-skinned and let the backhanded compliments or playful barbs about your clothes, friends, or parentage bounce off of you with a laugh. Returning fire could either cause him to laugh loudly or glower and grow coarse, depending on what mood he's in or how close he is to you - the closer you are to him, or the more he likes you, the less patient he's prepared to be with you, paradoxically.

His hot temper isn't often utilized in defense of his friends - fuck them, they can handle themselves - but more often just weaponized against anyone who vexes them in any way. His loyalty manifests through vengeful acts, not protectiveness, and many a time someone in a parking lot has wound up with a sneaker-sized dent in a car door or a baseball bat into a headlight for provoking Dallas while out at the club or a restaurant. He's tried to temper such behaviors over the course of his five years at Olympus, but it's easy to look at Dallas and see shades of his father, who once tricked his aunt into trickshotting her first boyfriend out of spite. The most protective he ever gets is towards the handful of students he likes in the lower years, who can sometimes goad him into taking a surprisingly proactive mentorship role. His own sister has received the most training from him by far; he enjoys teaching her the basic methods of free running, striking, and even advice in social situations, and he finds time to make conversation with her all hours of the day or night - usually without her permission. A long text thread at 2 AM prefaced with a repeated "Hey nerd" is par for the course in their relationship.

It should also be noted here that Dallas is an incorrigible flirt and heartbreaker, often cutting off girls for various reasons that stem, simply, from his own boredom. He doesn't have an inability to commit to a relationship, or even a lack of readiness, he just prefers casual relationships and hasn't found anyone who makes him want to change his mind. Sex is fairly meaningless in terms of emotional attachment, although he does seem to enjoy making breakfast, coffee, and conversation for more successful flings.

He can generally be found at the vanguard of "the squad," who can get away with riling up the bipolar son of the sun slightly more than most people.

History
Born in Mill Valley, Dallas spent most of his time moving between Marin County and Oakland with his mother, a fitness model in Northern California. Learning at an early age that he wasn't going to get much out of her beyond the fact that he was "[his] dad's spitting image," Dallas fell into the oldest and noblest of traps for charismatic only children - he built himself a large group early in middle school that, gradually, metamorphosed from less of a group of class clowns into more of a group of wild, reckless teens with too much pent up energy. Eventually, as high school wore on, Dallas was getting himself into fights in school bathrooms, by lockers, even in the parking lots at athletic events. He lost his valued spot as a pitcher on the school baseball team, and by the end of his tenure in California he could be found with a black eye and a burst-lipped smirk on his face more often than not.

Though his future seemed in jeopardy as his future at school grew more fractured, his mother finally deciding to reveal the truth about his parentage seemed to temper his resolve. At the age of 15, Dallas ran away from home on a quest to find his father, god or not, and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do about it. He ended up being picked up ten miles outside of Reno by his own spitting image, driving a Tesla Roadster (nerd) and rolling his eyes behind a pair of Prada shades. The resemblance was too uncanny to be bullshit, and Dallas hopped in the car to see where it would lead him. The Maserati ended up leading all the way to Olympus Academy, where Apollo left Dallas with the sunglasses and a final challenge, a shot across the bow:

"Take these. Prove to me you're worthy of that," he said, pointing up towards the sun, "and I'll make it up to you and then some."

Over the next five years, Dallas has tried applying himself to that ideal (like, what hot-blooded young man doesn't want to be the fucking sun on Earth?) and started trying to temper his bad boy behavior as best he can. Now that his tenure at Olympus is halfway over, he's certainly made progress, though he clearly still has a loooong way to go.

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_{"It's not leaving that I mind. Being a sun god must be busy. But what kind of sun god needs sunglasses? Prada sunglasses. Giving those dumb things to Dal ruined him." — Alihera Relo}

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Godly Parent
Apollo, God of the Sun, Music, and Poetry

Relationship With Godly Parent
Douchebags do generally grow close with one another. Dallas and Apollo have met up a few times over the course of the past few years, usually for days spent fucking around on a baseball diamond - Apollo, as the god of archery, is a better pitcher, even if Dal suspects that some of his pitches dip out of the strike zone and then veer in - grabbing a burger or pie at Nation's in his home state of California, or racing each other up the Pacific Coast Highway or Arizona desert, keeping contact over speakerphone in their cars. It's not the paternal ideal; rather, their relationship is more similar to that of a freshman in college and his favorite professor, or at best a watchful frat boy out to guide the guy fresh from his hazing ritual. They're good friends, but not a comfortable father/son dynamic.

Demigod Abilities

Heaven, Let Your Light Shine Down - Though all demigods are naturally stronger, quicker, and sturdier than their human relatives, Dallas' physical advantages are only amplified when in the light of his father's sun. He uses this to hit harder and faster in fistfights, his preferred state of combat, but the effect can also be utilized for things as mundane as waking him up in the morning with a jolt of energy or racing to a class he decided to attend at the last minute. Outside of sunlight, these effects begin to fade after around two minutes.

If Young Metro Don't Trust You... - Apollo is the god of music and poetry, so it only makes sense that his son would inherit natural ability in turn. When listening to music, Dallas' strength, speed, and durability stack to double that of his heightened capabilities, leaving him stacked with up to quadruple the physical prowess of a normal human. Whatever you do, if you're intent on pissing off, don't fight him in sunlight with his iPhone on. Seriously. Blot out the sun with locusts, break his iPhone, do something before he turns your face into a bloody mask.

This power also has a gentler side effect. When Dallas hears someone sing, he gains an empathetic bond with that person temporarily. The longer they sing, the longer the bond goes on and strengthens, giving Dallas insight into their emotions and, to a more limited extent, their thoughts, allowing for some limited forms of gentle psychic persuasion, insight, and even the faintest hints of communication. After it stops, the bond will stay solid for around five minutes before starting to fizzle. By ten, it will be gone entirely.

...I'm Gon' Shoot You - Similar to his other two powers, this can only be activated when Dallas is standing in the sun for energy purposes - this power, however, is a different bent. As long as he is standing within the sunlight and feels comfortable enough with the open space he's standing in, Dallas can reflect the light source of the sun towards a target using his body as a conduit, in effect creating a 6'2 tall laser or solar panel. This will eventually drive his body temperature up into a feverish state, though, so prolonged use of this ability will prove incredibly hazardous to his health.

Staring at the Sun - Dallas has a natural illusionary power, creating up to four illusionary copies of himself at a time to throw off opponents. They will perform the most basic of functions and fighting maneuvers to keep an enemy guessing, and can even talk shit like the normal Dallas through a mimicry of his speech, but as time goes on the copies will start to skip and "buffer," almost. Additionally, their surfaces go crystalline, sleek and shiny when struck. Hitting all of them will inevitably point out which is the true son of the sun, so it's often a temporary solution to trick an opponent long enough to get a good strike in and scramble his opponent's brains.

Though he's not averse to using this trick on his sister or his friends to grate on their nerves once in a while. Every so often. ...Very often.

Greg Nawrat | 6ecff6

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You already know - but daughter of the water guy and daughter of the dead one. Cheers.

Oh and my fcs are Lucy Hale & Zendaya not in that order don't @ me.

@Write

who the fuck do you think you are, writing two queens at once. you think you're some kind of write?

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EDIT BEFORE OTHER NERDS: obviously son of apollo and daughter of ares are claimed

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

WAKA WAKA WAKA WAKA

"Ohayooooooooou!"

Pajamas were for those who feared their own nude flesh. If one was truly human, they would be truly flummoxed by the human need to hide the naked form underneath a set of even warmer clothes. The human body was already protected from cold and discomfort by blankets; wearing pajamas was for those who felt that blankets were not enough to cover their shame, and for those who did not grasp that there was no shame in having the same basic human form as everyone else. It made attraction less of a hangup when one imagined a body almost exactly like their own underneath someone else's clothes.

Pajamas were also for people who slept, so there was reason twice over for the glorious, notorious, and always victorious commander of MAX FIRE to spurn them.

"Cori-nee in the houuuuuuse!" She was still wearing what she had worn into the city that night, when she had clocked out - her mask hung from her neck along with an anaconda-length train of tickets that wrapped around her throat like a necklace and wrapped around her shoulder down to her right hand, where she gripped it tightly between her palm and a large beer-flavored kakigori. Her bright red jacket was stuffed with lollipops in the pockets, stickers on the shoulder pads and lapels, and a moderately-sized trophy that jutted out, in the shape of Pac-Man's head, from the jacket's insides to nurse on her left boob. "I have defended my homeland with fury and honor, as always! You! Otaku!"

nuh uh. no you don't. The fingers flew before latching onto her coffee mug.

"Yuh uh, Hazel Ada! You are looking at not just the glorious commander of Promethion, but also the proud damiyo of Yokohama's Inaugural Pac-Man Expo!" She pulled the trophy from her jacket, away from her breast, and rested it on one of her jacket's protruding shoulder pads. It balanced there perfectly, and she beamed as she hooked the golden v-fin on her belt buckle with pride. "I vanquished twenty-three lesser Wak-men - as my Pac-Man peasants call themselves - all night long at my childhood arcade, just to bring this prize to the ops center! May it never lose its luster from its perch there! And may Yokohama stand strong until I defend my title next year!"

Corinne nodded vigorously twice. Mm hmm!

"Now sit!" she exclaimed proudly to the sitting girl. "Take a sip! It is shaved ice with beer, a perfect blend of the East and West! Just like the bonds of our sisterhood! Drink to my victory with me until the sun rises!"

...

"Wait, was the sun already out when I got here? My beauty and shiny new trophy must have taken all its shine!" the commander asked bewildered. "Are the kids up yet? They need to learn from nee-san's valor!"

If she was tired or suppressing a yawn, she did an amazing job hiding it, for no sounds of exhaustion had slipped out of her mouth during her boasting.