Rhea Psomas
“Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.” -
H.P. Lovecraft
Name:Rhea Psomas
Nickname:Ree
Fuck-Up (Reserved for family)
Birth Date:April 15th
Age:19
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
In The Mirror
Rhea has a pretty bright face for someone so steeped in self-doubt and worry. She is constantly battling her perceived relationship with her father and while it may not show when she is with others, if one catches her unawares they will find a very different young woman. Typically she has toothy grins, bright hopeful eyes, and a calming sense of stability to her. However, when one isn’t looking at the girl, if she is surfing or hiking, she is a much more tired soul. Rhea finds herself constantly emotionally battered by her own sense of worry and doubt over the power she might wrought. She has a rather fine posture, and typically speaking is attractive by most American metrics. She is typically seen without bangs, letting her hair fall down to the top of her back. Her hair tends to lean to her right.
She has a shade of blue eyes most easily likened to the Great Barrier Reef. She has a rather straight figure, rather muscular legs due to her great experience with hiking and surfing. She tends to keep in shape and it's rather noticeable, especially in her bathing suits. She also tends to dress as if it was warmer than it is she is still rather unused to the colder temperature. So it isn’t uncommon to catch her with goosebumps and shivering.
Clothing Style:Living near the beach most of her life, Rhea has gotten into the habit of wearing a bathing suit underneath her clothes. Typically the clothes concealing that is a baggy tee and a pair of shorts for the weather. Though on some colder days she has been known to wear leggings or jeans. When she is unconcerned about her appearance she can also be seen wearing a large comfy sweater and a pair of sweatpants. She is typically speaking dressing more for comfort than somone else’s viewing pleasure. She never owned a purse, instead carrying any money she has with her in her back pocket. She never found the need to use a purse and found them more cumbersome than helpful.
Rhea is a strictly bikini type of girl. She doesn’t believe she has the body type to pull off a one-piece suit as far as she is concerned it isn’t even an option.
Delving Deeper
- Rhea tends to play with her hair incessantly when her powers work without her knowing.
- While she is stronger in water and is technically speaking much more dangerous to others, she still cannot help but venture out to the sea.
- Rhea actually enjoys the chase all too much. The flirting, subtle glances. If she is in to them there is no stopping her from trying.
- Rhea tends to swear more than she wishes she did - it can get pretty awful.
- Rhea is almost always aware of the nearest body of water down to the centimeter it is from her. She also has this sense about fault lines.
Likes:- Warm, but not too hot, tea. Preferably English breakfast.
- Lakes, seas, most bodies of water as long as they are large – perhaps it’s the Poseidon in her, but even each single fish is a fascination to her.
- Disney films.
- Being treated as delicate. She is rather used to being treated by a monstrosity by this point.
- Hiking into the wilderness and the views that accompany this activity.
Dislikes: - Destruction.
- Death.
- The sensation of something being too hot. Warm weather is not a good example, rather burning one’s hand on a kettle.
- Reminders of home anything really, she’d rather just move forward.
- Sunny days.
Fears: - Her own strength.
- Being confronted by someone who knows the accidents she has caused.
- Having to make decisions that greatly impact others.
Personality:♦ Scared ♦ Hewed ♦ Friendly ♦ Loving
For someone who tends to have an on again off again relationship with destroying small towns, Rhea loves life. Her namesake is somewhat of a tragic one, the irony is not lost on her. Should nothing be embellished about the big guys, Rhea is the entirety of the reason Zeus outlived Cronus and came to rule Olympus. The entire reason her father was regurgitated by his own father. But it seemed the name was meant for irony as Rhea’s power followed her through life. She has always felt a feeling of resentment, yet respect for the gods. She isn’t one to let her anger take over her other emotions, but she wishes to rid herself of her power. The ability to cause the earth to shake is completely awful and it seems the earth shaker’s reputation will, no matter what be passed down onto her. Rhea spends a lot of time alone and thinks on these thoughts for hours a day. She is absolutely terrified of her own strength and yearns for a simpler life. However, she knows that no amount of yearning will change anything at this rate.
Because of this Rhea has hewed herself to the societal role of demigod. She realizes that she isn’t completely surging with positive impact for society and no amount of control will stop that. However, pretending she doesn’t possess these powers will never make anything better so she is set on improving her own abilities and making the world a slightly safer place. Because of this outlook she can be seen as one of the preppy members of the school, but it isn’t all so bad. A certain amount of peppiness and joy in one’s task usually leads to better results. This too is not lost on Rhea.
Rhea loves the idea of having people in her corner and often times will surround herself with people who will tolerate her. This has been a tactic for most of her life, because it seems that when she is more or less happy, her powers are much more manageable. The only time they got truly
out of control was a moment of great distress for her and thusly the theory tends to line up rather well. Thusly, Rhea tends to go out of her way in order to befriend others. She is always offering little sentiments that can be viewed as a little much by some, but typically dropping off some breakfast and tea to someone’s door in the morning is not completely uncommon.
The thing about thinking the people who are ‘supposed’ to love you don’t, is that you look for that love. You feel unable to exist it doesn’t exist, rather you believe it has just been pushed onto some other person. Thusly, Rhea sees things that she often times projects onto others. Not many people will grow to love a walking disaster, but if Rhea had been right every time she believed someone harbored strong feelings for her she would have a town full of raving supporters. Unfortunately, all she has insofar as that many people is a town of graves. Thusly, she tends to lean on people not only more than she should, but once she does she can fall for them rather quickly. Some people drink, some smoke, Rhea falls. Hard.
Background:While Rhea is approaching never talking about her past, it is the driving force of her life. Poseidon meeting her father was a rather droll engagement. Rhea’s mother was a Canadian woman on vacation in California. One godly thing lead to a slightly less godly part and nine months later, Rhea was born – in Lake Louise, Alberta. It wasn’t the life Poseidon would typically want for a child of his perhaps that is why she was given such a forsaken power. Rhea was a demigod, absolutely, but she also had five siblings who were fully human. They were all older brothers and they treated her equally like solid gold and absolute shit. It just depended if a boy was looking at her that day or not. Luckily for her, the boys weren’t quite aware of her bisexuality so towards her high school years, sleepovers were her escape.
Her mother on the other hand, was an entirely different fucked up part of her life. See her mother had gotten a bit of a god complex after having gotten away with what Medusa couldn’t, fucking the earth shaker of course. While the woman did possess the ability to love people more so than most people could, she unfortunately focused almost all that energy into herself. Many times Rhea had asked about where she came from, why her families signature traits were conclusively lacking in her own face. Why was the typical question, it was met with sneers that meant adoption to Rhea. Until one day, she asked what.
It was a rather rainy day, looking back on it, most likely due to Rhea. It poured all day, the more she thought about how exactly her mother could have had sex with a god, and then let the demigod child – Rhea lead a normal, subpar life. She asked to see her father, to speak with him, and her mother told her to try and go for a swim, see if he would be found in the suboptimal temperatures of Lake Louise. To this day Rhea still isn’t sure whether or not her mother knew that the temperature of water was largely unimportant to Rhea’s demigod physiology and that she could easily survive underwater. So she said okay.
Rhea trudged out in the blisteringly rain, which actually
was cold due to the wind. She reached the beach and stopped. She glanced out at the rain smashing into the lake before she decided it was time to meet her father. To put an end to so many questions at once, it was both exhilarating and absolutely horrific at the same time. Yet she still found herself excited. It didn’t last long however. She got into the water and all seemed well. She was embraced by the water seemingly at home for perhaps the first time in her life. She felt the warmth of the impossible lake and once she was fully inside, she did not feel the strain to breathe. Instead she found herself dreading the next time her lungs would have to inhale the oxygen that awaited her above the surface. Strangely enough she felt more at home than ever before. But perhaps that wasn’t so strange as much as it was a false sign of hope.
False indeed it was, before long, after the wonderment of the lake ceased to bemuse her mind grew silent. Then it called out for Poseidon the mightiest of… Father. She just wanted to meet her dad. By the time she had finally pulled herself out of the lake nearly an hour had passed and her father was absolutely nowhere to be found. Not waiting for her on the shore like perhaps a film might paint it, not waiting in the lake. No longer in her heart or her dreams. Perhaps that day, in the middle of that rainstorm, perhaps Poseidon died. Certainly in a sense that was true. But in another, he was born. The side that rarely got the recognition it once did, the side that shook the lands of men and carved the shore. It was borne anew in his daughter.
That night, her brothers grew bored after a few Molson’s. They had recently found out about a boy who had been flirting with Rhea. It seemed that her brothers had decided to go on a midnight escapade to the boys who had been flirting with Rhea. They went in the night, took their mother’s jeep – it was surefire. Except of course it wasn’t. It was rather routine actually. They would go over, throw a little tilly and after the dust settled and the donnybrook had ended there stood a few very proud brothers and a very apologetic Rhea. It is at this juncture in the story, when Rhea replays it all in her head that she wonders if that hour in the lake had upset Poseidon. Perhaps another god. Of course, bad things happen more so than the average human is aware but when you have abilities like Rhea, you learn a lot more is the fault of men then what may initially appear to be true.
His father pulled out a hunting rifle and shot one of her brothers, his name was Johnathon. Their father had named all of Rhea’s brothers and their names were quite different than her own. That was something she had always loved. Johnny was actually a relatively safe kid all things considered with that family. Not safe enough of course, but some of her brothers would come to a much worse fate in just a few minutes anyway. By the time they made it home they were screaming bloody murder. By the time she had made it downstairs he was dead. The thing that most people don’t realize about Poseidon is that he was respected, not honored. This is because he carved the coast and sunk what didn’t stick to his will. Unbeknownst to many who live in Lake Louise, Alberta – they live underneath a fault line. By the time the dust settled and the waterspouts ceased their tireless dance around the lake, many were displaced and many were dead. Lake Louise, one of the greatest tragedies in the country’s history was all one young girl and her dead brother. Rhea was gone.
She was sixteen at the time and she moved to California. Her mother had told her once or twice in her drunken ramblings about her father, Poseidon the great earth shaker. So a month later when Rhea was finally standing on the coast, the sun beginning it’s morning rise, the ocean spitting waves at her. She called out, dug into the sand, waited. It was similar to the lake, but in a lake you don’t get waves like you do in an ocean. While Rhea was sitting there, allowing the water to gently caress the half of her that touched the ground, she could make out movements. Movements she recognized well from her mother in fact. The waves shooed her from the coast. They told her that this was no home for her, she belonged elsewhere, or nowhere. Truly, it didn’t change anything. The home she sought for some time was not beneath the waves with her father and he was indifferent to her mother’s death. Honestly speaking, Rhea hadn’t even summed up her emotions, the night is completely lost on her. She remembers something about her brother being shot, and she remembers a great beast approaching them. Perhaps that beast destroyed Lake Louise. Perhaps she did. It wasn’t an answer she wanted the answer to, and her father, the waves, the very sea itself could sense that.
Rhea has more realistic ideas of her father now. When she did end up meeting him, it was brief, to the point. Your power is too great Rhea, you need to learn control.
“Got it dad.”Extra: Apollo is definitely my fav bae.
Godly Parent:
Relationship With Godly Parent:Rhea’s relationship with Poseidon is completely one-sided. She has spoken with the man once in her life and is typically unable to properly process emotions she feels that surround and conform to the missing father figure in her life. Typically speaking she blames Poseidon and herself for how she feels her powers will come to affect the world, negatively to put it succinctly. She feels like at this point there is no reason to start a relationship with her father, while this would infuriate many people, Rhea is typically more or less saddened by it. She wished for more and got much less. But she is attempting to play the hand she was dealt. Though she was never fond of the game they were playing in general.
Godly Abilities:Abilities listed on a scale of most comfortable for Rhea to use, to least.
Sleep: Rhea is able to exist in water completely harmoniously. She is able to take a great fall, as long as she lands in water she will be alright. Water can heal her wounds, allow her a sense of clarity otherwise impossible outside of it and she can even walk on the bottom of a lake or shallow seabed and not have to surface for an hour. She is at her most comfortable in water. She is also able to walk on top of water controlling her buoyancy and ascending or descending incredibly quickly is very easy for her as long as she is in water. When Rhea touches water every aspect of her physicality is greatly enhanced, even during rainfall she becomes not only an adequate fighter but a dangerous one too able to process so much quicker due to her enhanced clarity.
See: Innately Rhea knows the exact position of the nearest Fault line and body of water.
Cry: When Rhea's tear ducts well up she is able to cause rainfall. She has been known to do this to herself at times, lightly hitting herself in the nose and thinking back to her past. She can use this as a trigger for her abilities at times. However, her father is not Zeus and as such she does not control per se the rain's amount. It is always the same, the natural hazard of torrential downpour.
Spit: Rhea is able to produce an incredibly fast waterspout that can carry hundreds of gallons of water from a large body of water onto dry land and into enemies and so forth. She is rather comfortable with this ability and thusly it is her strongest one. Though she is still unsure of herself and they can spin off out of her control. She can also technically summon more than one, however it is nearly impossible for her to maintain control of either when she does this. This ability is used by Rhea by thinking about the anger she feels and the water nearest to her. As such, and because of her sixth sense, she can form waterspouts by accident when she is feeling very extreme emotions.
Tear: Rhea is
technically able to invoke earthquakes. Though she has never attempted to use this ability on purpose. When she is feeling very strong emotions, primarily sadness and anxiety and she focuses on a fault line she can cause the earth to rupture and shake. This can be absolutely devastating on a
very large scale and she is in no way comfortable using this ability whatsoever.
Swallow: Rhea is unaware she possesses this ability, however she is technically able to use it. Swallow is what would happen should Rhea’s targeted fault line fall multiple miles offshore in the ocean. Later when she is able to target specific fault lines or bodies of water this may be possible, however currently she would have to be out at sea to accidentally use it. Currently she would need to be in a state of emotional anguish that is unlike anything she has ever felt. She would open up the fault line, not unlike tear and cause a tsunami to form. This could easily devastate entire coastal regions, but is both wholly inefficient for her to ever use in combat and almost impossible for her to even accidentally trigger.
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