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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Wisdom’s a gift but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor it’s still not the truth

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Sunday mornings at the Wallenberg estate has always been a great big event. It is the only day that both Magnus and Alice had the day of. So it had always been of the utmost importance that the whole family ate breakfast together. The Wallenberg boy was shining with his absence at the dining room table. Max was spending his morning happily snoring away sprawled out on his bed. The young man had spent the homecoming night with his date, some literary chick named Beth Clemens. Max had been bored with the dance pretty quickly and had decided to take his date out to the beach instead.

Max had literally no interest in his date when they announced the pairings, but he figured he would make the best of it. So when they had left for the beach he put his charm on the unsuspecting Beth. They spent the night together under the stars before returning home in the wee hours of the day.

A loud guttural snore echoed through the room and out the doorway where Max’s little sister Astrid stood with a look of disgust on her face as she looked around at the state of the room. She bent down and gingerly picked up a gym bag and holding it at an arm's length before throwing it at the sleeping beauty.

As the bag hit him Max shot up into a sitting position looking around groggily. “Hello?” he asked trying to get his eyes to focus. “Astrid?”

“Wake up you ogre. Mom wants you downstairs in five.” She muttered in annoyed tone before turning on her heel.

Max groaned as he stretched and rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. He quickly got dressed and bound down towards the dining room where his family sat waiting for him. “Morning!” he greeted joyfully as he grabbed a piece of bacon and slumped down in his seat. His father chuckled and shook his head while his mother looked at him with a pursed smile.

“You had fun last night a take it?” His mother asked.

Max took racked his brain “I think so” he said as his face broke out in a huge smile. His sister rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Judging by the trail of wet sand leading up to your room. Maybe a little too much fun.” Alice continued raising her eyebrows at her son awaiting his answer.

“Uh… I think we ended the night at the beach! Probably.” Max laughed as he chewed his bacon.

His father echoed Max laughter laying his hand on top of his wife's. “Come on honey. He’s young, let him have his fun.” he turned to his son with a wink, which Max returned. “So what are you doing today my boy?” he asked as they all dug into their breakfast. Max shrugged as he shoved his food into his mouth.

“Probably head out to the gym” he said between his chews.

After a post breakfast nap of 2 hours Max was ready to face the day heading out the door of his family’s villa. He hopped into his car and drove away without any actual plan. As he drove he jammed out to his favorite spotify list, looking for something to do. Soon enough he had driven as far as the Surf shack. Parking his car outside of the small restaurant he decided to get one of their amazing sandwiches.

As he entered he was hit with the heavenly smell of fryer grease and coffee. Max took a deep breath and smiled at the other patrons. He recognized a lot of the people from school, he greeted them all as he made his way over to the counter.

“What can i get ya?” the jolly waitress asked as he sat down on one of the bar stools. Max screwed up his face in thought as he decided. “I’ll go with the tuna melt this time thank you!” the young man exclaimed! As he was waiting a girl yelled something about a fight which sparked Max’s interest. But as he was about to move closer to know exactly what fight they were talking about, his sandwich arrived.

When he had payed for his sandwich he headed back to his car and drove of again. This time he headed to his favorite spot. A small cliff looking out over the sea, a spot he always went to when he had time just to himself.

The sound of wave crashing against the rocks and the sandwich made his hangover ebb away. He laid back on his elbows taking in the sun and the fresh air. Max grabbed his phone from his pocket.

_{Hello devil boy, you alive? Where did you end up going last night? You disappeared after April dragged you out of the dance. Did she finally end it for good?}

He sent his boy the text and laid his head on his bundled up sweatshirt closing his eyes and listening to the soft music emanating from his car.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

I changed the FC for phil... if that matters to anyone *cough*@Dirty Pretty Lies*cough*

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@spooner me, duuuuh 💁🏾‍♀️😂

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Well obviously!

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Yaaaay! I'll move him over then. I'll also start working on my intro! So if someone feels like their character would have any type of relationship with Phil, please let me know!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Let’s See How Far We’ve Come

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"Hey, it's Mari. I'm fucking busy right now, or I'm ignoring you. So miss me with that voicemail gay shit and just shoot me a damn text. It's not that hard to fucking text someone, 'k? See ya." the words of Marisol's voicemail rang out from Archer’s phone for the fourth time. “Or you can answer your fucking phone” he muttered in frustration shoving his phone back in his pocket. The young man had already scoured the whole dance without even one sighting of his best friend or her date. After a quick call to her brother that confirmed she wasn't home either. Archer started to get worried, his concerned eyes scanning the parking lot for any solace.

The only thing he found were Abigail Grant, a girl that also frequented the surf shack so you could call her an acquaintance. Archer shrugged seeing he had nothing to lose and sprinted over.

“Hey Abbie! Have you seen Mari?” he asked as he came closer. The girl was laughing wildly at something her date had said as she turned, eyes glanced over: she was high as a kite.

“Archie! Where have you been all night?!” she thought for a moment before exclaiming “Oh yeah I saw her leaving with that snack for a date of hers!” she took another puff of her dates joint. “You should join us dude!” she gestured towards the two of them.

I'd rather die! he thought as he politely declined walking backwards towards his car. Rolling his eyes hard as he turned his back on them.

As soon as he reached his car he took a deep breath. At least she wasn't alone and in relatively safe hands. Before starting his car he sent her brother a text asking him to keep him updated. Then he left the dance and a surprisingly pleasant evening behind him.

Not drinking the night before was a great decision. Archer opened his eyes around 9 am feeling fresh and well rested. Getting out of bed felt freakishly easy, was it maybe what he had planned for later in the day he mused as he trudged in to his bathroom for a quick shower before he went downstairs for breakfast.

At the breakfast table his mother kept glancing at her son. After a few minutes of this the boy estarted to get irritated. “Is there something on my face?” he asked not taking his eyes of his bowl of cereal.

“No, I was just wondering how your night went yesterday. That they paired you with Ariel was such a stroke of luck! You guys were always so cute together!” she cooed. “Did you end the night like a gentleman? Give her a little kiss?”

Archer looked up at his mother with disbelief splattered all over his face. He sat blinking at his mother “Yes, and then I magically turned straight and took her back here and we made sweet love all night. She's actually still up there right now.” he said in a a bored monotone voice.

This made even his father snort in to eggs behind his Sunday paper. Even though it was more at his son than with him. His mother became visibly flustered “No I… I- I meant…” she stuttered.

Archer smiled at his mother and patted her on the shoulder as he stood up. “I know mom, I'm just joking. I know it's hard to give up the dream of having two ‘All American sons’.” he said putting his dishes in the dishwasher. His father cleared his throat and peered annoyed at Archer over the top of the newspaper. The boy took this as his que to leave rushing out of the kitchen and bounding up the stairs in to his room. There he spent the rest of the morning reading in his big bay window until his phone vibrated beside him.

"Need to see you. Meet me at the shack in 10."

Archer rolled his eyes. This was top tier Mari: Nice and Cryptic. At least he now knew the damn girl was alive.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Oof she will fit in at surf shack real good!

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Philomelus Fournier, Son of Demeter

_{"The breath of being is being able to share your bread." —Lailah Gifty Akita}

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_Name

Philomelus “Phil” Fournier.

_Age

21, 17th of May

_Gender

Male

_{Sexual Orientation}

Heterosexual

_Ethnicity

50% Greek, 50% French

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

6th year at the academy

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"So now we're dancing through the garden, and what a garden I have made" — The Gardener by Tallest man on Earth

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_Appearance

Phil is what you would call large. The young man stands at a 6’2’’ with broad shoulders and a muscular build which he gained from working in the fields with his father when he was young. So tall and broad are descriptive terms that usually follows him. Phil also takes care of his body and mind doing yoga and and meditating in the gardens and forests around the campus.

The son of Demeter has a very kind and round face speckled with freckles from being out in the sun. He is usually seen with a calm smile accented with dimples. His eyes have been described by his mother as having the color of the sun shining through the treetops. But to him they’re just green with speckles of hazel mixed in. Then again his mother has always been a bit dramatic. His large hands are calloused from harvesting grain and baking bread back home, digging around in the garden without gloves has also contributed to them getting to this rough state.

When it comes to clothing Phil chooses comfort before style. Usually he dresses in loose shirts and jeans, or large sweaters. He is known to be seen in his dirt covered denim overalls tending to the garden by himself.

_Personality

Warm – Caring – Charitable – Passive – Emotional – Hotheaded - Spiteful

Something that Phil has inherited from his mother is his caregiving nature. Be it around his friends when he bakes and cooks for them or around the gardens and fields of the campus. He is filled with a feeling that he needs to take care of all. Though this is a responsibility put there by himself so he might come of more overbearing some of the time. But it all comes from a place of caring and giving.

He wears his emotions on his sleeve. You will know when he is in a good mood with the warmth and happiness radiating from the large boy. But on the flip side when Phil is angry or in one of his funks everyone will know. If he can’t shake his foul mood even the weather will show it, the rain will not stop and the windchill picks up real fast.

Passive to the core, Philomelus will never start a fight and will try to the very last minute to use his words and actions to get out of an altercation. He will only use his proficiency in hand to hand combat in self defense or if he feels that someone needs protecting.

If something or someone irritates him he will lose his cool pretty fast and he will chew you out about what you might have done. And if you are unlucky enough to get on his bad side he will have a hard time letting it go. Like that one son of Poseidon who trampled through his small field of young wheat, Phil saw to it he went hungry for a week by making all of his groceries rancid and rotten as soon as he bought them.

_History

The little bell above the door of Adrien Fournier’s farmers bake shop chimed on a lazy sunday afternoon. In walked the most beautiful woman that Laurant had ever laid eyes on. The woman said that the smell of his shop enticed her to come in. The woman's face lit up when she saw all of the exquisit baked goods and bread. She asked if she could have a taste of anything. The mysterious woman explained that she had been traveling for such a long time and was so very hungry but she had no money.

The kind hearted Adrien just smiled and went out back and fetched a freshly baked loaf of bread, butter and a cup of hot tea.

“This will revive the most tired of traveler” he said and offered her a table. There they sat for hours talking. The woman revealing that she was in fact Demeter the Goddess of the harvest. This act of kindness and Adrien's passion for his small farm and shop was what made Demeter fall for him.

The farmer took her out back and showed her his small wheat fields which the goddess blessed to be bountiful for years to come. But that was not the only thing Demeter blessed Adrien with. After a few visits to his small town she brought him a little baby boy one spring day.

“Raise him as you have been raised. The world needs more men like you.” Demeter said as she set of to travel onwards.

A mission that Adrien gladly took on. He had been longing for a son, though he hoped that Demeter would've stayed with them but he also understood that she couldn't. Adrien named his son Philomelus after the patron of Agriculture to honor Demeter.

Phil grew up under his father's watchful eye in the wheat fields and in the bakery. That is where he found his love for baking bread and watching the joy it said braid gave their customers.

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"I’m sure my son will make this world a better place" — Demeter

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_{Godly Parent}

Demeter the Goddess of Harvest, Grain, Bread and Nourishment.

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

Phil’s mother comes to visit once in a while but not as often as Phil would like. Their relationship has become rather strained since Phil tries to please his mother every time she comes around without much success. He doesn’t like to admit it but he knows his mother cares more for her daughters.

_{Demigod Abilities}

_{Photosynthesis}
Just like the grains and plants Phil uses the sun to gain energy. It heals him if he’s hurt and it makes him stronger. He can also store the energy so that his stamina is like that of the gods of olympus. The drawback of this is if the sun should be blocked by the clouds and he runs out of energy it will take him longer to recover.

_{Let’s get this bread}
The bread that Phil bakes has very special properties. Just one loaf can last you a month and will never mold or go bad. One slice of the loaf will fill you up for the day. He usually give them out to the students who are heading out in the rocky mountains for long hikes.

_{Nourishing hands}
Through his hands Phil can make plants spring to life. He can plant a seed and if he hold his hands over the soil the seed will sprout in to a fully grown plant in a matter of minutes. But with life there is always death, with his hands he can also sap the nourishment from the flora around him to take on their properties. If he takes the energy from a the poisonous nightshade, he can administer a poisonous jab. If he steals the energy from a aloe vera plant a stroke of his hands can soothe any skin ailment.

_{Loyle Carner | 57632F}

Here is my little plant boy

Spooner's Character bin!

Philomelus Fournier, Son of Demeter

_{"The breath of being is being able to share your bread." —Lailah Gifty Akita}

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_Name

Philomelus “Phil” Fournier.

_Age

21, 17th of May

_Gender

Male

_{Sexual Orientation}

Heterosexual

_Ethnicity

50% Greek, 50% French

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

6th year at the academy

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"So now we're dancing through the garden, and what a garden I have made" — The Gardener by Tallest man on Earth

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_Appearance

Phil is what you would call large. The young man stands at a 6’2’’ with broad shoulders and a muscular build which he gained from working in the fields with his father when he was young. So tall and broad are descriptive terms that usually follows him. Phil also takes care of his body and mind doing yoga and and meditating in the gardens and forests around the campus.

The son of Demeter has a very kind and round face speckled with freckles from being out in the sun. He is usually seen with a calm smile accented with dimples. His eyes have been described by his mother as having the color of the sun shining through the treetops. But to him they’re just green with speckles of hazel mixed in. Then again his mother has always been a bit dramatic. His large hands are calloused from harvesting grain and baking bread back home, digging around in the garden without gloves has also contributed to them getting to this rough state.

When it comes to clothing Phil chooses comfort before style. Usually he dresses in loose shirts and jeans, or large sweaters. He is known to be seen in his dirt covered denim overalls tending to the garden by himself.

_Personality

Warm – Caring – Charitable – Passive – Emotional – Hotheaded - Spiteful

Something that Phil has inherited from his mother is his caregiving nature. Be it around his friends when he bakes and cooks for them or around the gardens and fields of the campus. He is filled with a feeling that he needs to take care of all. Though this is a responsibility put there by himself so he might come of more overbearing some of the time. But it all comes from a place of caring and giving.

He wears his emotions on his sleeve. You will know when he is in a good mood with the warmth and happiness radiating from the large boy. But on the flip side when Phil is angry or in one of his funks everyone will know. If he can’t shake his foul mood even the weather will show it, the rain will not stop and the windchill picks up real fast.

Passive to the core, Philomelus will never start a fight and will try to the very last minute to use his words and actions to get out of an altercation. He will only use his proficiency in hand to hand combat in self defense or if he feels that someone needs protecting.

If something or someone irritates him he will lose his cool pretty fast and he will chew you out about what you might have done. And if you are unlucky enough to get on his bad side he will have a hard time letting it go. Like that one son of Poseidon who trampled through his small field of young wheat, Phil saw to it he went hungry for a week by making all of his groceries rancid and rotten as soon as he bought them.

_History

The little bell above the door of Adrien Fournier’s farmers bake shop chimed on a lazy sunday afternoon. In walked the most beautiful woman that Laurant had ever laid eyes on. The woman said that the smell of his shop enticed her to come in. The woman's face lit up when she saw all of the exquisit baked goods and bread. She asked if she could have a taste of anything. The mysterious woman explained that she had been traveling for such a long time and was so very hungry but she had no money.

The kind hearted Adrien just smiled and went out back and fetched a freshly baked loaf of bread, butter and a cup of hot tea.

“This will revive the most tired of traveler” he said and offered her a table. There they sat for hours talking. The woman revealing that she was in fact Demeter the Goddess of the harvest. This act of kindness and Adrien's passion for his small farm and shop was what made Demeter fall for him.

The farmer took her out back and showed her his small wheat fields which the goddess blessed to be bountiful for years to come. But that was not the only thing Demeter blessed Adrien with. After a few visits to his small town she brought him a little baby boy one spring day.

“Raise him as you have been raised. The world needs more men like you.” Demeter said as she set of to travel onwards.

A mission that Adrien gladly took on. He had been longing for a son, though he hoped that Demeter would've stayed with them but he also understood that she couldn't. Adrien named his son Philomelus after the patron of Agriculture to honor Demeter.

Phil grew up under his father's watchful eye in the wheat fields and in the bakery. That is where he found his love for baking bread and watching the joy it said braid gave their customers.

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"I’m sure my son will make this world a better place" — Demeter

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_{Godly Parent}

Demeter the Goddess of Harvest, Grain, Bread and Nourishment.

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

Phil’s mother comes to visit once in a while but not as often as Phil would like. Their relationship has become rather strained since Phil tries to please his mother every time she comes around without much success. He doesn’t like to admit it but he knows his mother cares more for her daughters.

_{Demigod Abilities}

_{Photosynthesis}
Just like the grains and plants Phil uses the sun to gain energy. It heals him if he’s hurt and it makes him stronger. He can also store the energy so that his stamina is like that of the gods of olympus. The drawback of this is if the sun should be blocked by the clouds and he runs out of energy it will take him longer to recover.

_{Let’s get this bread}
The bread that Phil bakes has very special properties. Just one loaf can last you a month and will never mold or go bad. One slice of the loaf will fill you up for the day. He usually give them out to the students who are heading out in the rocky mountains for long hikes.

_{Nourishing hands}
Through his hands Phil can make plants spring to life. He can plant a seed and if he hold his hands over the soil the seed will sprout in to a fully grown plant in a matter of minutes. But with life there is always death, with his hands he can also sap the nourishment from the flora around him to take on their properties. If he takes the energy from a the poisonous nightshade, he can administer a poisonous jab. If he steals the energy from a aloe vera plant a stroke of his hands can soothe any skin ailment.

_{Loyle Carner | 57632F}

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Cheap Thrills

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Archer put his hand over his heart and feigned a pained expression at Kavan's statement. “Kavan you wound me… how can you say something like that?” he took a trembling step back. “That's the only thing I want to see in this world!” he said referring to seeing Kavan dance a Bollywood dance. His face lit up in a great big smile when Bea suggested they hit the dance floor to try it out.

As they entered the tent Archer was filled with some kind of joyous feeling that he definitely did not expect to be feeling this evening. The night had gone by surprisingly pleasant. If you disregarded the beginning awkwardness with Ariel at the beginning of the dance. But now he was in full swing of having Bea try to teach them how to move in sync and all the anxiety was blown away.

A loud bang that echoed even over the loud music made the trios head’s snap up from their dancing. Archer craned his neck to look if he could see the cause of the loud noise. All he could see was a crowd starting to mill about by the bathrooms. “Should we go look what that’s about?” he asked still trying to look over the people to see what was going on. As they got closer the dull sound of punching could be heard. Archer pushed his way towards the front and let his mouth fall open when he was met by the sight of Salem straddling Sonny with the formers fist raised.

Archer was frozen to the spot he was standing. A million thoughts rumbling around in his mind. Why was the new kid pummeling Torvald? Sonny was probably deserving of said pummeling...but still. Was Mari connected to this? Probably. Where was she? Come to think of it he hadn’t seen his best friend the whole evening. Archer snapped back to reality when the sound of a second punch reached his ears.

He instinctively jumped forward to stop them. Sonny might have been low on his list of favorites but he was still kind of sort of a friend. But before he could do anything he felt someone grab his hand. Turning around he looked straight in to Kavans eyes, he was shaking his head making Archer step back his hand still in Kavan’s. He winced at the last punch that was thrown resulting in him squeezing Kavan’s hand a hard.

“God damn it…” He whispered as Sonny skulked away muttering.

He turned towards the other two with a pained look as the crowd began to dissipate. “I think I have to go find Marisol. I have a feeling that she is in the middle of all of this.” He wrapped his arms around Kavan resting his chin on the young man’s shoulder “Can you call me on sunday? I need to have a calm day of doing nothing.” He whispered planting a quick kiss on Kavan’s cheek as he pulled away. Archers eyes widened in shock of what he had just done.

Trying to cover this up he turned towards Bea with a smile as he bent down to speak to the short girl. “Hey thanks for letting me crash your dance party! I’ll see you at school monday? Maybe you can paint me like a french boy?” he chuckled. With one last wave to them both he turned and quickly made his escape running his hand through his hair as he sped off in the direction of his car phone already to his ear calling Marisol.