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the calling.

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persona
personality ( a list of traits fine or at least one paragraph.)
likes:
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hobbies:
skills:
quirks:
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mythos file
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child/descendant of:
grade:
dorm:
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history
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Glory.



The Score












Legacy.















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asics.










FULL NAME


Ikenna Arinze Okafor.







NICKNAME(S)


Ken







AGE


Twenty.







GENDER


Cis-male.







SEXUALITY


Bisexual.








P.O.B


Imo State, Nigeria.








ETHNICITY


Igbo.













A

ppearance.










summary.



Ikenna is the type of person who stands out from the crowd. People notice him when it enters the room due to his size alone. At 6’4” he towers over many of those around him. His body is solid, tank like in the way that it’s toned. Ikenna's figure is muscular from not only keeping in shape, his physique is fitting for someone descended from a divine being.

Ikenna has black hair that he keeps low and neat. He takes care of it, keeping his line sharp and 360 waves on point with the help of his hard brush and durag. His eyes are pure onyx, his gaze is intense and even hypnotic to some. Ikenna’s skin is dark brown, the type of sun-kissed that would lead people to believe he’s the child of some solar deity.













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ersonality.










summary.



As the legacy of an alusi of war, a being who is said to bring out the savagery in others, it’s to be expected that his personality would be more on the volatile side of the spectrum. And they’re right in a sense. Ikenna is someone who loves violence. He adores the rush that comes with fighting with others. Reveals in the way he is able to push and poke at people until they explode on him. There’s something beautiful in the way fighting gets the blood bumping, the heart racing as two beings rush eachother with promises of hurt in their eyes. There is no doubt that Ikenna is the legacy of war. People are aware of how easy it is for him to slip into a state of aggression. As a child he would get into fights without care. Smiling as he was pulled back with blood on his person, be it his own or his enemy’s. Broken bones healed and so they failed to stop him.

While Ikenna is all brute strength and feral energy, he is a smooth talker as well. There are those who think him a dumb jock, a beast even and he lets them. He enjoys the satisfaction of when he proves them wrong, when they let their guard down until he’s close enough to strike. Ikenna is calculating and observant. His sharp gaze notices many things but he keeps silent, waiting until the right moment to use whatever detail or information he’s gathered. Ikenna’s tongue is silver, he can be quite charming when he wants to be. A few honey words whispered and some careful manipulating gives him the ability to leave others eating out of the palm of his hand. He is a skilled actor who can fake emotions. Clearly he deserves a reward.

In his opinion there are little uses for rules, other than to stop him from doing what he wants. Ikenna had never cared for being told what to do. He blatantly challenges authority when he can, pushing them to show their true nature, that they are no better than everyone else. There is no hidden softness beneath his hard exterior. Ikenna isn’t the person to go to if someone needs comforting. His words are often blunt and piercing, cutting deep into old wounds or carving new ones.







likes.


Training, Gossip, Open Markets, Missions, Chess, Dogs, Instigating.







dislikes.


Buzzkills, Demigods, Failed Missions, Peace-makers, Nags,







hobbies.


Causing trouble around campus, picking fights with whoever. Training to improve his fight technique. Creating dishes for the cooking club







skills.


Smooth-talking his way out of trouble. Faking others out with his acting skills. Manipulating people and situations in his favor. Holding his own in a fight.








quirks.


Rarely sits correctly in his seat, it’s a wonder that he doesn’t have back problems. Often paces when he’s upset. Touches his pendant when in need of comfort.








fears.


He fears that be may disappoint his grandfather, that he may not live up to his standards. The thought of truly being inferior to demigods also terrifies him. Losing his abilities is another fear of his.













F

ile.










status.


Legacy, Grandson of Ekwensu, Trickster Alusi of War and Bargains.







grade.


Sophomore.







dorm.


Legatum.







reputation.


Ikenna is a student that many teachers shake their heads at. He’s prone to skipping class, except those dealing with physical feats, and causing trouble around campus. He’s big, he’s bad, and people tend to stay out of his way less they want his attention on them. Ikenna is known for having the latest gossip on campus as well.







vision.


Ikenna remembers being involved in an all out brawl in an alley one day, though he doesn’t remember why it had started, all that mattered was the sound of fighting surrounding him. It was at the end, when his enemies lay laid out at his feet that the world changed. Suddenly he was surrounded by the ending of a war, bodies were scattered among the dirt, all wearing various types of armor. And upon looking down, Ikenna realized that he too was dressed as a mighty Igbo warrior. His grandfather came to him, standing tall and proud as he spoke of his destiny.













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bilities.










powers.



Enhanced Condition: With the blood of Ekwensu running through his veins, Ikenna more durable than the average human. Though he his only a legacy his strength is at a Herculean level.
Enhanced Combat: As the grandson of a war god, fighting comes naturally to him. Ikenna is able to adapt to using different weapons and fighting styles with ease. A single touch or a few watches is all it takes. As a prince he was taught a variety of fighting styles to protect himself.
Anger Manipulation: Ikenna can subtly arouse feelings of impulsive anger, hatred, and bloodlust in people, to the point of instigating physical violence. He also feeds off of negative emotions, they act as fuel to make him stronger.







drawbacks.


Legacy: As mighty as he is Ikenna is still only a legacy. He doesn’t have any strong powers such as fire manipulation or even super speed like demigods. And while he condition is enhanced he is still able to be hurt easier than many of them.







strengths.



Combat: As a prince Ikenna was taught to defend himself by a skilled teacher. He has also learned all sorts of fighting styles throughout his years at the academy. As soon as he learn that there were those who had stronger and more magical abilities than him, he set out to study and learn as much as he could.
Strategizing: Ikenna knows how to carefully plan attacks to take out opponents. He can do this is the midst of a fight, carefully reading them to figure out their next move or when actively working against a group. His battle plans are usually well thought out and detailed.
Manipulation: Ikenna has a way of getting under people’s skin. He is a master liar with the ability to fake emotions better than award winning actors. With a few careful words Ikenna can have people shaking in anger, cowering from a blow to their weak point, or eating out of the palm of his hands.







gifts.



Spiked Mace: A large spiked mace forged by Ekwensu himself. The weapon is blessed so that it may never break and that those who dare touch it, besides Ikenna, should drop by the sheer weight of it.
Coral Bead Ring: Though simple in design the ring is much more than its appearance makes it out to be. The ring has the ability to bind people when Ikenna makes deals with them. Should the person not hold up to their end, they suffer through bad luck that starts off small before eventually increasing in severity. A red ring around the ring finger is a sign of this.
Family Heirloom: Though it is was not given to him by his grandfather, the necklace that he wears was passed down from generation from generation, legacy to legacy. It is a reminder of how far they’ve come and their prowess in the face of adversity.














H

istory.






Ikenna hails from Imo State, Nigeria. Within his home state Ikenna grew up in a multi-compound home, a palace as he is the grandson of a king on his mother’s side. Throughout his life he shamelessly used his position to his advantage, getting out of trouble with ease thanks to his title. Negative marks rarely stuck to him and despite how many scoldings he received, Ikenna continued with his mischief and mayhem.

From a young age Ikenna grew up learning the traditional religion of his people, worshiping the Alusi and living in their honor. It was one of the few things that he took seriously. He recalls many fond times where he would sit down with the others, surrounded by other children within the palace as they learned of their history and how their people came to be. His eyes were wide and bright as he listened and hung onto every word coming from the teacher’s mouth.

Life for him was one without worry. Ikenna wanted for nothing throughout his life. He was held in high regard for as long as he could remember. So when he learned of his true heritage there was no surprise. Ikenna knew that he was destined for a life of greatness. When faced with the challenge of fighting a monster he stepped up to the plate without hesitation in order to protect those he loved.











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divine hecate.















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cecilia



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01.

NAME.




Cecilia Montgomery.








02.

nickname.




"Cecil" to close friends.








03.

age.




20 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis female.








05.

sexuality.




Bisexual.








06.

p.o.b.




NYC, USA.








07.

ethnicity.




Caucasian; German.




































  • bewitching.



    holy water cannot help you now; a thousand armies couldn't keep me out. see - i've come to burn your kingdom down.













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venus verticordia.















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vincent




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01.

NAME.




vincent yoanni reyes.








02.

nickname.




"vinny" occassionaly.








03.

age.




21 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis male.








05.

sexuality.




Pansexual.








06.

p.o.b.




havana, cuba.








07.

ethnicity.




afro-latino.




































  • enamorado.



    ella hace todo por seducirme, haciendo lo que ella me pide, y yo voy voy voy!













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son of vesna.















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01.

full name




aleks vogrinec








02.

age




twenty one








03.

sexuality




bisexual








04.

ethnicity




slovenian




































  • sine.



    Oh Icarus!
    for all you have fallen, you still flew -
    and for a moment, the sun knew you too.













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01.

full name




dino kaczkowski








02.

age




twenty








03.

sexuality




bisexual








04.

ethnicity




polish




































  • smrt.



    it was a mistake, to keep this knife in my heart for so long.
    but it is my heart and my knife too.













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Althea Entrata
















# Daughter of Bakunawa; Moon Eater




# Julian Flores










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Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?





Brenna Twohy
















Demi-God



ALTHEA.







full name

Althea Bernadette Entrata






Child of

Bakunawa, God of the Underworld






age

20 years old






d.o.b.

June 20th






Grade

Sophomore






Dorm

mortem






ethnicity

Bicolano Filipino






sexuality

panromantic demisexual

































Love My Way


The Psychedelic Furs




















01.



visage

















height

Althea reaches 5'8", notably taller than the rest of her family.






weight, build, and skin

weight: 135 lbs, Althea is of average weight. Her diet mainly consisting of Flipino foods and the occasional junk snack.

build: Her build is average, as well. Not too muscular, nor too thin, just in the middle it’s obvious that Althea doesn’t work out as much as her peers. Mainly working on cardio, Althea is a strong runner and swimmer, but isn’t as toned as she’d like to be.

skin: Her skin is on the lighter olive side in comparison to the rest of her family, but only due to being inside most of the time—free of acne, however littered with a few scars here and there from playing outside as a child.






hair.

Thick, dark brown tendrils with a singular strip of white frame her face; bangs just above her eyebrows, hair often kept straight, but still tidy. Seen with a hair tie around her wrist, Althea has the habit of tying her hair up whenever she is deep in thought or about to eat. It’s rare that her hair isn’t dark brown, but when it isn’t, the locks are kept a simple light blonde bleach. Her hair is soft and easy to run her fingers through, although with a few split ends. The product of several at-home haircuts, Althea’s hair is in much need of TLC.






eyes.

Dark brown with a few lighter flecks resembling Tiger’s Eye, her eyes are almond shaped with light bags underneath. There is a scar from childhood, an accident that she openly speaks about given its comical origin. Lashes are dark, thick, but straight and struggle to hold a curl. Though, she tries with mascara.






faceclaim

Julian Aurin Flores























02.



psyche









Hangga't makitid ang kumot, matutong mamaluktot.

If your blanket is short, learn how to bend
. To say Althea is adaptable is an understatement; a clever girl with a knack to make do even with the sight of major inconvenience, the young woman is nowhere near rigid. With her walk throughout life, Althea did what she could with the little she had; a smile plastered on her cheeks, positive demeanors that would leave some with a piqued interest.

She is selfless or, at least, likes to convince herself that she is. There is one thing for certain: that she will put herself in harm's way for those she loves, her friends, family -- people whose emotional connections are strong. A strong personal bond is everything to her and she will live by that. However, under the sunny exterior is an inner war she cannot wait to get out of. She is afraid of the woman she could become: one that could be arrogant, destructive, and greedy just like her father. Everyday seems to be a question of what she can do to tuck away the self-destructive thoughts -- though she is yet to receive a proper answer.

Some could describe her as a homebody, a young woman who's hidden herself away for her own comfort -- distraught by her own oncoming waves of destruction. She is more like her father than she thought, and that there, was a feeling that left a pit in her stomach. Althea is in denial, though she may not show it. Her confusion, met with the treacherous thought of being a burden, leaves a heavy toll on her. That of which she tries to cope; this habit, however, has lead to an unfortunate addiction that she feels can never be taken away.

Above all else, Althea is on a journey of self-discovery -- self-understanding.






likes

old books, scented candles, kamayan feasts, horror movies, video games, air conditioning, swimming, karaoke, cooking recipes passed down from her grandmother.






dislikes

overly sweet foods, people who don't shower everyday, invasion of personal space, lack of privacy, waking up early, fireworks, rom coms.







hobbies

running, swimming, reading, trying to make at-home coldbrew (and failing), staying up late to write, search engine deep dives.






clubs

She is a member of the competitive swim team.






quirks

nail-biter, can't sleep unless she's listening to music, never has matching socks, has a tendency to pull all-nighters, scratches index finger when nervous, sticks tip of tongue out when lost in thought, stumbles over her words often.






Skills

multilingual (tagalog, english, bicol, spanish), strong navigator, swordsmanship and archery, strong swimmer, negotiator (not to be confused with social skills).






fears

the dark, small and enclosed spaces, large crowds, dying alone, becoming arrogant and greedy like her father, being the direct cause of disaster.


















03.



history









Born of calamity, the city of Naga flooded by high waters -- the moon shone, and within an instant, darkness. Ravaged already, as if by war, the city, too, sank.

Elsewhere in the city, as lights flicker, a woman births a child -- the daughter of the God, Bakunawa; she tells a tale of betrayal, defeat, lying on the tales of past glory. Of screams, births life, but at what cost? The new world is nothing one could imagine. “Tell me her name,” a voice bellows from above. Althea.

So as told, the child born of chaos and high water, was named Althea.

The daughter of the Moon Eater, creator of the eclipse, the cause of earthquakes, rains, and heavy winds, cursed into the form of a serpent due to his own arrogance and greed. Guardian of the Underworld, a serpent of the sea, feared — such as the destruction he’d brought unto the world.

Althea first reads of the old Filipino deities from books, those her grandmother kept around their altar; though the practice was far from her mother’s, a young Althea kept an eye on it. The idea of Deities from the pre-colonial times intrigued her, as did the rich culture that came from it. A fantasy, initially, but a notable one nonetheless. Pages hang from their spines, covers battered and ripped, yet she keeps them tucked away for safekeeping whenever her grandmother allowed it.

She also read about the moon, the waters, a vast land ripped away from her ancestors’ grasps.

Her mother died. At only 8, Althea was essentially on her own — aside from her grandmother: a woman, although fragile, fought onward. Strength is a recurring theme; some would call it foolish to carry on with the tiresome duty of raising a child, especially one prone to bad luck like Althea — Althea, however, found it brave, her grandmother was the strongest woman in her life. Someone she looked up to and relied on for most of her life. She can still hear her mother’s whimpers at night, accompanied by the sound of gulping water — sick, with no money to pay for hospital bills, she suffers.

Althea watched her deteriorate before her eyes, and from there she took further comfort in the stories of deities, once fiction turned reality. A young woman, strong and ambitious, worked hard so her grandmother did not have to, and yet the woman continued to insist.

Much like her mother, her grandmother had died as well. Loss, devastation, Althea couldn't escape it. What she was once shielded from followed her everywhere she went.






The Vision

Rain was heavy, as were the winds — her only source of light were candles, the region she lived in had been out of power for days now. Above her home, small and dingey, was the eclipse. In another life, Althea would have been afraid; the woman, however, was far from it. What sits before her is her grandmother, a practitioner of babaylan — the altar lit with candles.

A fragment of light no larger than an apple appears in front of her.

— brightness becomes all she can see. The moon, still consumed by darkness, lies above. She feels the cold winds against her body, dampness clinging onto her clothing — Althea is outside. With no reason, no thought, not a clue of how, she stands. What draws her is a voice, one plucking her head upward. Although not physically manifested, she can see him: her father, Bakunawa, a guardian of the Underworld, stands before her.

He glows, unlike the darkness surrounding them.

Are you watching, my child? Your light has been here all along, still flickering — like the heartbeat in your chest.

Althea is frozen, in shock — perhaps even fear. The deity she once read about, the monster that ate the moon, sentenced to life in the underworld by his own greed, was real. And he was beautiful, despite being only the glow stolen from the moonlight itself. She is hesitant, but accepts the information slowly — rerunning the words endlessly as he stood before her.

His time, however, is limited.






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Abilities

















Bakunawa

Some would describe him as merciless, sadistic, and cruel; a God to the Bicolanos, but a demon feared by Visayans and Tagalog people. Turned into a sea serpent by Bathala due to his own actions, the consumption of the seven suns, Bakunawa is the current guardian of the Underworld.






Gift

The Kampilan; A 40 inch sword wielded by the most skilled warriors or people of high status. Carved into the hardwood hilt is an inscription, as well as the head of Bakunawa's serpent form at the end of it.






Powers, strengths, and weaknesses

Enhanced Strength and Athleticism; Althea, although she isn't strong looking, as a heightened advantage when it comes to strength. Much like the Bakunawa, her strength surpasses those of her peers, as does her fluidity. A young woman with increased flexibility, she almost moves serpentine. Skilled with the use of Kampilan, Althea's fighting style mainly surrounds its use -- her hand to hand combat rocky given her own clumsy nature (often tripping over her own feet.)

Her powers near mimic that of her father's, however, it is limited. Over use of these powers will result in a weakened body -- making her more susceptible to injury. (control over earthquakes, rain, heavy winds, and eclipse -- though the power to bring on the eclipse has yet to make an appearance purposefully.)

In touch with her spirituality and babaylan, Althea is a healer -- as well as a bringer of destruction. Once again, the overuse of healing will result in a weakened body; this often manifests in nosebleeds, tremors, seizures, the draining of her energy, and if done to such a degree, she will be out for days -- with no given amount of time when she will wake back up.

Unfortunately, like her father, Althea is drawn to bloodlust; often falling into a mindless rage when in severe distress during battle -- something she needs to control for the betterment of herself and others.




















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Angelo Panganiban
















# Son of Aring Sinukuan; God of War and Death




# Evan Mock










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dossier
Name: Angelo Panganiban
Nickname: Pan, Gelo
age (18 - 24): 23 years old
Gender: cis-male
Sexuality: pan-romantic, asexual
place of birth: Manila, Philippines
race/ethnicity: Filipino-American

visage
Hair: A short buzzcut that grows thick, often dyed colors he enjoys in the moment. There is seldom a dull color on his head as his experimentation is expansive.
Eyes: Dark brown and nothing else, to him they are immemorable, but to others they are void of light.
Height: 6’0” and has stopped growing, a shorter member of the family.
weight:
build: Neither scrawny nor built, Angelo is in the middle.
skin:
body mods: Constantly dyed hair, a few random tattoos that he cannot keep count of, ear piercings.
distinguishing features: Sunken cheekbones and tattoos.
face claim: evan mock.

persona
Personality: Egotistical, confident, witty, intelligent, mischievous, confrontational, self-serving, self-critical, chaotic and disorderly.
likes:
dislikes:
hobbies:
skills:
quirks:
fears:

mythos file
status:
child/descendant of: legacy of aring sinukuan — the god of war and death
Grade: senior
Dorm: legatum
Reputation: a shit talker, a shit stirrer, snake, and many more. Angelo’s reputation is less than savory—his name leaves a bitter taste; never is there a single nice thing to say. That is, if you don’t know him personally. Upon first glance Angelo is the type of man most would think they do not get along with, a man whose gaze is intimidating and demeanor all-too-confident.

abilities
powers: Angelo seems to not have any powers, after his years at mythos they have yet to be uncovered—if there are any at all. In his eyes, he is unextraordinary, but his quick wit and intelligence makes up for that.
gift (a weapon or an item that was gifted to them upon being sorted into their house):
strengths:
weaknesses:

history
where did they have their vision?:
Backstory:

“You will never be the man your father was.”

It is safe to say that his familial relationships are far from strong, now estranged from his father, yet living in his name and legacy; someone who represented strength, power, bravery, and bloodlust is someone that Angelo may never compare to, and that is something that he has come to terms with. Raised in Manila, while living under the umbrella of privilege, his money could only do so much. And while under the watchful eyes of his caretakers, mother and father too busy to take care of him, Angelo always snuck away.

He dreaded it, being home with the constant criticism of who he was not.
 
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Valeria















R

equisite.










name


Valeria Ivanovna Isayeva







Nicknames


Lera, Valera







age


Twenty







date of birth


December 5th, 2001







gender & pronouns


Female, she/her







sexuality


Bisexual







Ethnicity


Ukranian & Serbian







place of birth


Ukraine













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ppearance.










hair


Thick blonde hair frames Valeria’s face, hanging long and perfectly straight. Valeria doesn’t do much with it, often just tying back in a ponytail, but she enjoys a nice braid when she has the chance, and has some old hair accessories passed down from her father’s side of the family she on rare occasions pulls out.







eyes


Valeria’s eyes, almond shaped and dark brown, and framed with thick lashes and a straight brow line, are plenty striking on their own, but more than anything, what makes Valeria’s eyes stand out is the intense rage behind them. She constantly has an intense look about her, always on and firm, as though she’s in the middle of a fight even when completely still, and her eyes transmit that quality.







body/build


An extremely physical woman, Valeria’s strength is clearly shown in her build, defined muscles from years of training and exercise. Valeria stands at about five feet and eight inches, and while not the tallest, still has a considerable presence to her. There’s no doubt by looking at her that she is strong, at least by human standards. Valeria’s rather conscious of her body, always with good posture and a sense of purpose to her movements.







distinguishing features


Although Valeria’s features aren’t flashy or uncommon, the main things about her making her stand out are her muscles and the intensity in her look.







face claim


Carlson Young













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ersona.










personality


Valeria always seems like she has something to prove. And in many ways, she does. A legacy kid at Mythos Academy, she’s come to find out, means always being treated as less than the demigods around her, and Valeria knows she is meant for more, never satisfied with anything given to her. More than anything, Valeria wants to be known, appreciated, be worthy of the name of the god whose divine blood runs through her veins. Besides, although she’s deeply aware of the difference in treatment between legacy kids and demigods and willing to fight against it, Valeria truly loves Mythos Academy. She knows she’s meant to be somewhere where her bloodline is known and trained and is constantly amazed at the Academy’s wonders.

There’s much about the young woman that seems larger than life. An endless supply of energy seems to run through her, as though she always wants to be moving, never content with being where she is. A fast talker, walker, Valeria finds fighting and exercise to be one of her best outlets for the energy in her, the feeling of her knuckles collecting against weight one of the few things that make her believe she is where she wants to be. She’s not very good at following rules, and while Valeria doesn’t go out of her way to break them, often wanting to be seen as a good student, she often gets caught up in the moment, acting on what she things is fair and right and sometimes just more fun and forgetting about what the rules want. She can be loud, often not realizing the presence she takes up in a space.

Valeria can be very aggressive, a war god’s righteous fury sparking in her. She’s quick to anger, although often seeming like that’s only because she’s looking for something to start a fight over, and she tends towards violence as problem resolution above anything else. Valeria’s very aware of her physicality, knowing it’s her largest strength, though since coming to the Academy she’s had to face that she no longer is stronger than those around her and can’t simply fight her way out of situations against those with true powers. But more than that, Valeria’s never short on reasons to be angry. Her past, her parents, her status as a legacy and the treatment from that, the resentment of being only what she is gives her a never ending supply of fuel, set into her frown and deep in her eyes.

Despite being easy to set off, for as long as she hasn’t gotten sparked off, Valeria’s not unpleasant to be around. She wants connection, allies in a space where ones are desperately needed, and has the energy to deal with people and crowds with almost no limitation. Valeria’s open for including others in her antics and sticking by at least the other legacy kids, and she can’t quite get rid of the desperate want to impress the demigods as well.







likes


fistfights, boxing, the outdoors, rainy weather, perogies, loud music, sunrises







dislikes


being ignored or underestimated, having to be in place too long, most demigods, laziness, sugary foods or smells







hobbies


boxing, jogging, cloud watching, sketching







skills


hand-to-hand combat, quick thinking in stressful situations and improvisation







quirks


pacing, reflexive shoulder rolls, fiddling with the stones she keeps







fears


Valeria’s largest fear is not living up to her own expectations and being worthy of her possession. In addition, she’s mildly claustrophobic, and a large part of the reason she doesn’t hold many close relationships is the fear of losing those close to her.













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status


Legacy







descendant of


Perun, god of thunder, lightning, and war







grade


Sophomore







dorm


Legatum







reputation


Due to being a legacy, Valeria’s not in the center of the Academy’s gossip or attention, but if she’s noticed, it’s usually for aggressive outbursts or due to starting a fight. She’s known for being angry or resentful, but also has gotten noticed for standing up for quieter legacy students against the comments of more powerful demigods.







powers


As a legacy, Valeria doesn’t have the flashy, magical powers of the demigods attending the school. However, Perun’s bloodline grants her enhanced speed and reflexes, and gives her what she would describe as a knack for fighting. She also seems to get static electricity and give shocks when touched much more often than others.







Gifts


Valeria has a staff that once belonged to her mother. It’s made of metal, with a pale gold color of the main rod and silver lightning-like designs wrapped around it. It makes for an excellent conductor, though Valeria’s lack of her mother’s electricity summoning makes this quality less applicable in combat. In addition, Perun granted her two thunderbolt stones: one as a ward against disease and evil magic, and one allowing her to summon small bursts of wind, letting her briefly propel herself into the air with a burst of speed.







strengths


Although she lacks formal training, practicing on her own at home, Valeria is highly adept in combat, and her mix-match style of fighting often lends itself a strength. Valeria has a lot of physical strength as well as fast reflexes and motion.







weaknesses


Valeria’s strength and speed might seem enhanced when compared to even accomplished humans, but, when compared to the demigods, it no longer stands out. She’s easier to hurt, more human-like than many of them, and lacks any of their superpowers. Valeria's pride and self confidence, on top of a relative lack of self preservation instict, makes this problem even larger. In addition, although she is capable in a fight, Valeria rushes into things without thinking them through, leaving her at a disadvantage against opponents who are able to plan and take advantage of her impulse.













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Background


Ekaterina was a daughter of Perun. That was, at least, the fast way of saying it. A demigoddess, standing tall and proud, electricity crackling around her fingertips, the ability to bring thunder down to earth, strike down any enemies in her path. The air around her would bend to her will. Ekaterina was an exemplar of Mythos Academy students, the type of strength many there could only aspire to.

Ekaterina hated it. The blood running within her told her to pick up her weapons, enter any fight she comes across, lead those around her. She couldn’t quite resist the motions, though all they built within her was resentment.

After six years at Mythos Academy, Ekaterina left and never once looked back. Her teachers, surely, considered it a bit of a mystery, why their top student wouldn’t stay in Fortis, assist on missions, fulfill her role and destiny, but Ekaterina didn’t give them as much as a goodbye.

She went first back to her homeland, the place she was plucked from to attend the Academy. Things had changed, of course, and the beauty and richness of Mythos gave an unavoidable sense of disillusionment. And, as she knew would happen, the monsters came. Not in the full strength of those looking for fresh, newly discovered demigod blood, but they came nonetheless, a nuisance reminding her she couldn’t escape the past.

Still, Ekaterina tried. She fell in love. Had a child. Moved with her new family to America, the so-called land of opportunity. She knew there was a chance young Valeria would be called upon as a legacy, but there too was a chance her blood was too diluted, and she’d be able to live out a normal life. Ekaterina never spoke of her heritage.

Valeria knew her mother was hiding something from her, in the way that children guess at events they have no right to. She knew how her mother avoided certain stories from old books of legends, noticed the few occasions her mother would leave suddenly and come back tired or sometimes even bloodied and brush it off as a joke. They moved often, never in a place for quite too long.

Valeria would start fights with kids at school as early as kindergarten. Her mother seemed more scared than angry. She was reprimanded strongly, of course, but Valeria couldn’t quite understand why. In her mind, she never chose to fight out of nowhere, the other kid did something to deserve it, or there was something else telling her to do so. Ekaterina refused to allow her daughter martial arts lessons, so Valeria figured it out on her own time, setting up YouTube videos in her room to practice with from all sorts of styles, attending recreation center gyms whenever she could, building up strength and skill. Valeria never felt as good as when attacking a boxing bag. She was a boxer in her daydreams.

When Valeria was thirteen, her parents were out on a walk. She was grounded for getting into trouble at school again, and was busy fuming at home over it. Except that day, they didn’t come home after an hour or two as expected, and the sun set into the ground and stars appeared overhead and Valeria’s parents still weren’t home. Barely yet a teenager, Valeria knew how to do nothing but wait.

Her mother came home, alone, at three in the morning. Valeria was asleep by then, taking up the living room couch. Ekaterina washed the blood off her face and waited until morning to wake her daughter and inform her they had to leave. She refused to tell Valeria what had become of her father, never speaking of him beyond that an accident had occurred. Valeria never trusted her mother again after that, but she did what she was told, packed up, and got ready for another move.

In many ways, everything was irreparably different. In many others, it stayed the exact same. Valeria only got more reckless, more prone to outbursts. Ekaterina’s illusion of an ordinary life had shattered, leaving her less and less able to parent her daughter. The storm was brewing, though it took until Valeria turned eighteen for lightning to strike.







Vision


The day before Valeria turned eighteen, the sky crackled with thunder and lightning. She was outside, on a run; her mother had told her to mind the storm, stay inside that day, but Valeria hadn’t listened. The rain streaked down her hair, her cheeks, and Valeria saw a bolt of lightning strike down in front of her, and everything went black.

Valeria was flying. Perhaps floating, carried by the weight of the clouds, the electricity crackling under her. She could feel the world underneath her, tiny from the height, her above it all. It felt like power. Like everything Valeria had always known she’d wanted, always known she was meant for.

A face formed out of the storm clouds ahead of her. A man, but more than that, beared, his head larger than the entirety of her. Valeria was told all the things that were kept hidden from her, was told that she was strong, too, and it was time to go train it. Everything clicked into place. Every urge for combat she’d felt, every rainy day. Her father’s death. Before she had the chance to talk, ask for more, Valeria was on the ground again, her clothes singed and smelling of ozone.

Valeria ran home, and got into the largest fight with her mother she’d likely ever had, demanding to know why she wasn’t told, how her mother could have allowed things to happen the way they did. She was begged to ignore it, to stay, that Ekaterina could take care of monsters the way she always did, that they could still be normal. Amidst a good amount of screaming from both sides, Valeria tried to leave, and her mother summoned lightning from her fingers, zapping shut the door, the bolt barely an inch away from striking Valeria.

She left the house without another word, her mother throwing her belongings out after her. No goodbyes. No looking back. Valeria spent her eighteenth birthday alone, took the trip to Mythos Academy alone. It was only upon her arrival that she found her mother had included her old staff among Valeria’s items.













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* Juniper Bell
















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    * n.name(s)
    Juniper Bell "No nicknames, just Juniper. Except for Terran. He can call me Juni."
    * d.o.b.
    January 30th
    * p.o.b.
    London, England
    * age
    20
    * ethnicity
    spanish/greek







    #NonBinary




    #Aquarius




    #Pansexual




    #Dionysian















    * face claim
    Sita Abellán
    * height
    5'8"
    * weight
    "Rude."
    * build
    Slender; “Limby”; Most of the time it doesn’t bother Juniper to be in the body they’re in. Most days, the gentle curves of their hips and breasts feel like home, though there are some days where they wish they could disintegrate into goo and wash away with the sewage.
    * style
    The most - Juniper found that by wearing bold fabrics, and eye popping styles, most people will avoid talking to them. Which suits them just fine. Fashion and clothing has always been their favourite way to express themselves. Forget about your problems for a minute - become a piece of walking art. A lot of fashionable eyewear, gloves, bold jackets, accessories. Most of which have been thrifted, found, or “borrowed” along Juniper’s travels.
    * hair
    Changes frequently; Usually chopped in a blunt bob with bangs; Colour varies but usually dyed a bright, unconventional colour. Juniper’s favourite hair colour is blue right now.
    * eyes
    Brown; Sleepy; Juniper doesn’t care to make eye contact with you unless they’re being vulnerable with you.


















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legacy of ares
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    full name
    Mylo Lee Garrick
    nicknames
    Lo
    age
    Twenty years old
    date of birth
    December 21st
    gender
    Cis male (he/him)
    sexuality
    Gay
    ethnicity
    Caucasian
    place of birth
    Los Angeles, California
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nina xiaoyue chong








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twenty-one








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cis woman








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pansexual








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chinese-american








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  • solitude.



    art thou pale for weariness
    of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
    wandering companionless
    among the stars that have a different birth