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

@MissCapnCrunch Gonna go ahead and say Tess is in Room 7 and Webster is in Room 1 of their respective wings.

Growing Up In New York

@HushedWhispers Shoot! Forgot to tag you. My character is above :) Sorry about double posting :)

Growing Up In New York

*cough* So, I made a character.

Reed Riley

{"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm"}
-Winston Churchill

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Name;
Abraham Reed Riley

Nickname;
Reed - The only name he answers to. Really, it's just his middle name, but he can't stand Abraham, so he goes by this. He thinks it sounds pretty cool.

Date of Birth;
January 14th, 1994

Age;
22

Gender;
Male

Sexuality;
Heterosexual

Relationship Status;
Single

Sexually Active;
Yes

Occupation;
Aspiring filmmaker/actor and a bartender at a small pub called the Lion's Den

Room Number;
Room 509

In Depth Appearance;
Tousled blonde hair and a smile that should be illegal, Reed is quite the looker. His teeth have that trademark look that comes from years of having braces, and are pearly white, a result of having a dad who's a dentist. His eyes are a deep blue, and have led many a girl into his bedroom. He's slender though not lacking in muscle, due to the time he puts in at the gym. He's not too short either, standing at about 6 feet, with shoes on, closer to 5'11 without. While he doesn't have any piercings, his wrist has a tattoo with the coordinates to his home town, 38.8027° N, 123.5778° W

Habits | Oddities | Quirks;
- Nail biting
- Licks his lips when he's nervous
- Traces his tattoo
- Moves his mouth around when he's bored

Hobbies;
- Making movies
- Acting
- Reading
- Drinking

Secrets;
- He blames himself for his dad's death.
- He's afraid to actually grow up.

Likes;
- Sex
- Vodka
- Movies, literally anything
- Photography
- Mystery novels
- Sleep
- A good bar crawl
- Making movies

Dislikes;
- Wine
- Hangovers, which is a tad ironic
- Seeing old pictures of himself
- Being reminded of his dad
- Romance novels
- Romance
- Beets

Fears;
- Death
- Dying alone
- Growing up

Personality;
Creative - Reed has an amazingly creative mind, and can find art in anything. Wherever he looks, he sees a potential scene for a movie, or a potential picture. This has led him to become quite the artist, mainly behind the camera, but it also gives him quite the party planning skills. A night out with Reed will always be memorable, and if he was one for romance, he'd be quite amazing at planning them.

Promiscuous - Everyone knows that Reed is a man-whore. He's a flirt, a floozy, a dirty skank. He just can't seem to settle down, which is most definitely related to his issues with letting people in. Said promiscuity can often rub people the wrong way, as he has a tendency to flirt with just about anyone and everyone.

Closed Off - Any woman that's tried to start a relationship with Reed will tell you the same thing. He's not good at letting people in. Sure, he makes friends easy enough, but he rarely tells them much about his past. He doesn't do well with sensitivity, a fact that he hides behind a large wall of sarcasm and humor.

Loyal - When you're a friend of Reed's you become something akin to family. He sees friendship as something sacred and would never do anything to jeopardize it. In fact, he's one to go above and beyond for his friends, and would never betray them. He's been known to get into fist fights in bars, just because some shitty dude tried to hit on one of his female friends.

Place of Origin;
Anchor Bay, California

History;
Lucas Riley met Sarah McDermott on a rainy Wednesday in a diner just on the outskirts of her hometown of Anchor Bay. He sat down for a milkshakes, and one thing led to another, and two years later they were married. Theirs was truly a fairy tale romance, complete with love letters and everything. It was adorable. And then they graced the world with Abraham Reed Riley. Or as he likes to call himself, God's Gift to Man.

Reed grew up in Anchor Bay with a population of 340 people. About 100 of those people were his age, which didn't lend itself to very many social situations unfortunately. Despite these limitations, Reed was always extremely sociable, and he became known around town as quite the talker. Always the character, the whole town couldn't help but love him. He'd talk your ear off while his dad drilled into your teeth. Such was his way.

As he grew older, Reed's sociable nature led to his entrance into the world of alcohol and rebellion. As he entered his teens, he became quite the drinker, a fact which was not lost on his parents. But, despite repeated groundings and numerous scoldings, he refused to give up his life of teenaged debauchery. The only thing that he truly had a passion for was film, but even that didn't keep him from going out late at night and getting black out drunk with his friends. And as his grades plummeted, his life took a turn for the worst.

He was seventeen and had come home with three D's. His worst grades to date. He was drunk, he always was, and his dad came in to his room, fuming. There was a fight, not that he remembers most of it, and harsh words were exchanged. And then, his dad left, saying he needed to drive off his anger. His mom was crying in the living room. His dad didn't come home. The police came the next morning, and gave them the news. It was hard, and Reed blamed himself. It kept him from drinking for a while, but he took it up again, and right after high school, he moved to New York, and moved into Room 509, unable to deal with the guilt of his hometown.

Since then, he's made a few movies, nothing too great, but they've been featured in small indie film festivals. He's really hoping to get something accepted into something like Sundance, with bigger exposure, or to even act in something really great, but for now, he's just a bartender.

Misc.;
My favorite place to visit is the mountains :)

Divided We Stand

Location; The Roof
Interacting With; | James [@@FacePunch] |
Mood; Accused -> Proud -> Angry -> Conflicted

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Brenna was surprised to see James step in between her and the exit. She blinked once while looking at him, shock on her face. Truth be told, she'd been a bit preoccupied with the cat fight to even spare a thought for Spider Boy. His question was what really surprised her though. She hadn't been expecting it, and she could tell that her answer was important to him.

She bit her lip, before answering. "No. I didn't know that was going to happen until right before it did. I promise. the raven haired girl said, sincerity in her eyes. However, her answer wasn't complete. But that doesn't mean I'm upset that it did. The Mayweathers have been shitting on us since we got here, hell, tonight was just another example! Sam attacked Gia! That bitch deserves everything she got!," Brenna exclaimed, her voice raising. She could tell that James didn't approve of what Gia did. Not that she cared. Much. What Gia had done was what Sam deserved, nothing more and nothing less. And she'd defend that belief with her life.

She shook her head, realizing her temper had flared. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just, I-I just, I mean all my life, I've gotten shit for who I was. First it was because I had powers, and now it's cause I don't want to help little old ladies cross the street, or take down the big bad guy. I'm just, I'm done with it! If you have a problem with what just happened, then fine! Feel free to keep on being one of the Mayweathers' whipping boys! I however, am done taking their shit!" she shouted, her efforts to curb her temper failing, and only resulting in it flaring up once more. She pushed past James and stormed out of the dorms, her head a mess of emotions.

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Location; The Roof -> With Sam
Interacting With; | Sam @HushedWhispers |
Mood; Numb -> Pissed Off -> Apologetic

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For a moment, he was numb. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't even think. And then he felt the rain hitting his skin, pattering on the back of his neck. He could taste Avalon on his lips. His lips. The same lips that should've been kissing Sam. But they hadn't. His hair was wet now, and water was rolling down his face. His eyes were wide with shock. All he could think of was what he'd done. He should've been stronger. He should've fought, but he hadn't. He'd been weak. And he'd lost, and in the process, he'd hurt Sam. He ran a hand through his hair, spreading the rain water through it and clenched his fists, anger coursing through his body.

This was Gia's fault. She'd done this. Her and the rest of the Delphinas. They should've just stayed away from the party. And those dumb ass bouncers, the ones who couldn't keep out anyone. God damn it. He wanted revenge. He needed revenge. But it would have to wait. Because, somewhere, Sam was probably thinking he hated her. He couldn't have that. He'd seen enough movies to know that he needed to chase her. He just had to.

And so he did. Without so much as a goodbye to Avalon, he sprinted off of the roof, down the stairs of the Old East building, and back out into the rain, looking for Sam, frantically searching. He ran around the building, all around the campus, until he finally found her, leaning against a wall, sobbing. His stomach dropped, and his heart hurt, hearing those sobs. He gulped and slowly walked towards her.

And instead of opening his big mouth, he sat down next to her, just close enough so that their shoulder's touched. He leaned against the wall and sat quietly. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't think she deserved any half-assed apology, so he sat in silence, while the rain fell.

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Location; The Roof -> Her Dorm
Interacting With; No one
Mood; Upset -> Curious -> PISSED OFF

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What had she done? What a stupid question. She knew exactly what she'd done. She'd kissed Will, aka her best friend. And also her other best friend's crush. After her confrontation with Brenna, the realization finally sunk in. Her hand traveled upwards, to cover her mouth which was currently agape. She couldn't believe what she'd done. But she'd done it. She could still smell that disgusting cologne he wore, the kind she'd told him smelled like trash, but that he had insisted on wearing.

She shook her head and took a moment to compose herself. She wasn't going to break down here, in front of all these people. Grandma Levi had always told her, "Crying is for bathrooms and the privacy of your bedroom. No where else." And so, Avalon snatched up the gift Peter had given her and ran downstairs to her room, tears already falling down her face.

Harold hadn't gotten back yet, and her room was still destroyed, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She'd just broken her best friends' hearts and she couldn't even think of a way to apologize. She kicked off her heels in anger, and clenched her fists as electricity danced between her finger tips. She wanted to shriek, and hit someone in the face. She wanted to break something, so, so, so bad. The tears were flowing heavily, streaming down her face now, as she took a seat on her mattress, gift in hand.

What was this gift anyways? The note said to open it with Sam, but that seemed out of the question right now. Hopefully she'd be enough. There was a timer that seemed rigged to keep the ribbon tied. Weird she thought, just as the timer dinged. Confused, she opened up the package, to find a pair of eyes looking at her. And then she got a faceful of skunk. Her shriek pierced the air as the creature scurried out of the package and under her desk, hiding. This day had gone from horrendous, to fucking awful rather quickly, and she knew very well that someone was going to have to pay for this.

Divided We Stand

Oh hot diggity dayum. Writing that Will post gave me some hardcore feelings, damn diggity damn. Almost done with Avalon's post and then I'll post. Stay tuned :D

Edit - hahahahha just realized that Avalon's grandma should be Olivia Levi, not Middleton #awkward #imbadatsurnamesimsorry

Growing Up In New York

If you guys still have room, I'd love to join :)

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

@LokiLeo789 Super cool :) Accepted!

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

@Aquaknight Very interesting! I like her so far :)

Heroes Rise - An Overwatch Inspired RP

@ClocktowerEchos She's accepted :)

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

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Location; His Dorm
Interacting With; Nobody
_Outfit

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Webster had stopped coming to school with his dad the moment he'd gotten his license. After sixteen years, he was done with the long talks about achievements, and how his heritage on both sides meant he was supposed to be great. So it was, that as he pulled into the school parking lot, he was alone, for the third year in a row. He wasn't all that torn up about it, if he was being quite honest. Better alone than with the unpleasant company of Johnathan Frederick O'Connor II.

Stepping out of his car, he smiled as he laid his eyes on the campus which he'd considered his home for the past four years. He grabbed his two suitcases from the top luggage rack, and grabbed a bookbag from his passenger seat, one that was bulging with an assortment of novels as well as his laptop. It was most certainly well past capacity, although he paid it no heed, and instead slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the dorms, suitcases trailing behind him.

When he arrived at his dorm, he discovered it to be unoccupied. It was sparkling clean, and easily one of the most poorly decorated places on the planet. But, tacky decor aside, it was to be his home for the next year. He might as well come to enjoy it. Claiming the room on the right, he set down his suitcases with a thud. Resting on the bare mattress was a card, with his name written on it in a scrawl that was too perfect to be mortal. Mom, he thought, moving towards the card as if worried it would bite him.

Luckily, he picked up the card without any biting, and he opened it up, prepared for a nice, heartfelt note. That's what he would've liked. Instead, written in the same scrawl as the front was a single sentence. Have a good year! He grimaced. "Thanks Mom. Really feeling the love with that one," he said to no one in particular. He grabbed the card, and nearly threw it in the trash, but instead placed it on the nightstand that rested next to the mattress. Sighing, he began to unpack.

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Location; Dorm
Interacting With; Dusty [@MissCapnCrunch - via text]
_Outfit

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The drive to the academy had been a pain in the ass, but it was worth it. Tess couldn't deny that as she stared at the campus, grinning. As much as she enjoyed being home with her dad, she adored being at the academy, with others like her. It felt like a second home to her, being here surrounded by friends.

Popping the trunk of her car, which she lovingly referred to as Mercy, she proceeded to pull her bags out. She slung one duffel bag over her shoulder, a backpack over her other shoulder, and held two more bags in her hand. Tess was many things, but a light traveler was not one of them. She had far to many things in her life to limit herself to one bag. Or even two.

Strutting across the campus and towards her dorm, she waved greeting to old friends, grinning all the way, red hair falling perfectly down her back. She resigned herself to catch up with more people later, as she reached her dorm room. Walking in and dropping her bags on the floor, she found that she was the first to arrive. Awesome! I get to pick my room first, she thought, moving her luggage into the room on the left.

Surveying the bare room she decided that she'd have to decorate it. But that would have to wait. She had a best friend to catch up with. Whipping out her phone she shot off a text to Dusty, and began unpacking, listening for her phone to buzz with a response.

To - Dusty
Lemme know when u get here so we can catch up :)