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Amrita Academy - The School of the Gods (Sign-Ups)


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Amrita Academy - The School of the Gods
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Myths & Legends, gather here today

When we were young we heard myths about extravagant beings. We heard the songs of nymphs in our heads and saw the magic of the gods when we closed our eyes. Little did we know that those beings were walking among us, hidden from those who seek the destruction of their legacy.

The next immortal generation has come into fruition, and these children must prepare. Those elder Gods of the fables are reaching the finale of their life and before they fade into nothing but a memory they must pass their knowledge on to their offspring. Of course, some gods are unwilling to accept this natural progression and may end up leading the new generation astray rather than building up a new league of protectors. Even then, some Gods are reluctant to accept their children borne of mixed blood: the Demi-Gods. Such hostilities are not easily ignored and the Demi-Gods have, in turn, become hostile towards young gods due to escalating struggles between the two groups over the years. Though both Gods and Demi-Gods have been raised by surrogate parents, it is time for them to come together and learn how to work together to preserve the legacy of those Gods that came before them, how to bridle the raging powers inside of them.

Adopted into homes by those of kind hearts and raised as normal humans, the powers within these children came as a shock to many. Their powers blossomed, reminiscent of their mighty parents that came before them. As word got out about this academy, people began to flock to it. The guardians of the gods --- their adoptive human parents knew it was the right path to set their bundle of joy on and thus, Amrita was their choice destination.

Amrita is not only home to Gods and Demi-Gods, oh no. Over the dozens of decades the academy has been opened, word has spread to other otherworldly beings and now their kin too attends. The long used brethren of the gods, the mythical beasts that lived alongside them, have learned to preserve their lineage through human vessels much like their more powerful acquaintances, however they’re tired of being used for only the God’s gain. In addition, a new otherworldly nemesis, the Katastrophea, seek only the destruction of this new generation in order to forge their own, and are more clever than anything the old gods have faced before. Between coming into adulthood and coming into godliness, will Amrita be able to stand against everything that seeks to bring it down? Or will this generation be the downfall of this prestigious institution?

As you may have guessed, you are one of the students of the prestigious Amrita Academy. Within your daily school life, as new threat has emerged --- the Katastrophea. These demons of sorts have somehow found their way into the academy and are intent on eliminating any gods they come across. This roleplay will focus a lot on character relationships as well as character building and growth, as such it is very different from anything I have done in the past. it is set in modern day, meaning your characters will most likely dress like regular every day teenagers.

•No god modding Powerful or not, if someone punches you, you take the punch.
•If a power isn't stated in your character's app, they can't use it. Unless I have explicitly stated that you are able to gain new powers.
•Spell-check and grammar are lovely. It's totally okay to make mistakes! We all do sometimes! But if your writing reminds an admin or mod of My Immortal we may have to message you about it.
•Be realistic Immortals are going to party and be reckless, break the rules, and have fun. But, please don't pull it in front of the headmistress or blatantly disregard a teacher UNLESS its in your character's nature to do so. And even then.. don't be ridiculous.
•DO NOT cause any permanent/long-term harm to characters that aren't yours without discussing it with the owner first. The damage done will be ignored and depending on the amount of offences you have already you can risk being suspended for a set amount of time.
•No enforced character limit. I'm allowing players as many characters as they can handle. I'd prefer if you took no more than two, but if you can handle three go ahead.

the classes.
Unmatched in divinity, Gods have only one domain, but their power is a lot stronger compared to those of a Demi-God. Not only are these deities immortal, they’re also notoriously attractive. Pure blooded and powerful, some Gods tend to unnecessarily defend their honor and fight over trivial issues due to arrogance despite their amazing intelligence. Gods hold an extensive lifespan, with miraculous regeneration abilities, but under serious circumstances, are capable of dying. To counter this, every pure blooded God is in possession of a defense mechanism of sorts, where if injury is inflicted upon them whether it be by physical force, illness, or even self-harm, their domain will essentially protect them, either by eradicating sickness, healing what could be a fatal wound within minutes or blocking anything from puncturing the skin of the God at all. One of the most common defense mechanisms is acidic golden blood for non elemental Gods and for elementals their blood often fuses with their domain.

The reason behind Gods having these preventive abilities is that later on in the young God's life, their powers and domain will develop to their full potential. It will be at this moment that the God must inherit their domain, passed down to them from their predecessor, the God who held dominion over the realm of power before them. Their predecessor has the power of their domain gradually relinquished to the young God throughout the God's life. In order to take control of the domain, the God must remain alive until their powers develop, which is where their domain's defensiveness comes in, diminishing when the God is finally blessed with the full extent of their domain.

Gods are birthed by surrogate mothers, whom the young gods often take after, and their powers usually reveal themselves sometime during puberty (often in a violent manner which is referred to as "domain snap".) After this they usually have to be extremely careful about who they tell about their species out side the academy due to Demi-God hostility from older Demi-Gods and Gods who want to stop the nonsense idea that they'll be replaced. They stop aging around the time puberty ends if not within the 5 years afterwards. There can only be one god to a certain domain within the new generation, and they must hold dominion over a power or element that has already been personified. God of "RPGs" is a good example of a domain that wouldn't happen. Usually the importance of their parents or the broadness of their domain is a good indicator of how powerful a god is. A daughter of Aether is bound to be more powerful than a son of Geras. Their immortal parents are usually Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Norse and Japanese but have been known to come from other cultures and mythos as well. Due to their place in the universe and as a side effect of divine conception, all Gods of the new pantheon are infertile and unable to procreate. They are the third least abundant in the school.

Demi-Gods may have up to two domains, but both are minor and they often have more control over a small range of powers in comparison to a new God's harder to control but far wider domain. They're still almost as inhumanly beautiful as Gods, but age very slowly instead of being immortal and are known to live hundreds to thousands of years (even up to 5000). Because their metabolism is slower and more stable, they can still get a true buzz from drugs and other such things unlike Gods and some Personifications. Half-blooded and generally very stable minded they are known to dislike gods, just for the fact that they are stronger, immortal and tend to have better lives. Also, it probably doesn't help that Gods are known to pick on and generally oppress Demis. Some Gods (and most professors) use the derogatory slur "partials" to refer to them. The term holds the connotation of being only half rather than a full being.

They don't generally have to worry as much about accidentally having their domains blow up on them when upset as Gods do. They often find out about their species a lot earlier in life than Gods due because they don't experience "domain snap" at a random point in puberty. Despite this, there are two sides to the Demi-God coin. For some, their parents had no idea that their child was part immortal and their child randomly displaying abilities was a shock. Often this happens due to either cheating, flings, or surrogate birthing (if the immortal parent is the one with the female reproductive system.) For others, their parents knew who their lover was and often times in these cases the godly parent is present throughout their life, visiting on occasion to watch their child grow up.

Demi-Gods can have powers that Gods already have and there is no limit to how many of them may have some control over a specific domain, but ultimately a God can easily override their control of their domain in, say, a scuffle. Usually the more untainted by mortality their blood is, the more powerful they are. If their father/mother was a God and their mother/father a Demi-God or human, they're bound to be more powerful than someone with two Demi-Gods as parents or one Demi-God and one human. Their immortal parents are usually Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Norse and Japanese but have been known to come from other cultures as well or they can have two or one Demi-God parents. The less pure immortal blood in their veins, the less powerful they are. The are the second most abundant species in the school with a 1 God to every 4 Demi-Gods ratio.

Personifications are just that; personifications of monsters from mythology. They are Demi-God like in appearance but they age like the monsters they represent. When they’re younger, their appearance is still extremely human with small indications towards their abnormal origins (strangely colored eyes, different skin composition, animal ears etc). However, as they age these aspects tend to become more monster-like and more apparent.

Personifications are normally in possession of powers mimicking the monster they personify, or have weaknesses or limitations, also similar to their monster.

Personifications have been known to be used by the Gods for various tasks, as Personifications are typically thought of as being protectors or defenders of the Gods, existing under their rule. This is partially true, as many times in mythology have their beast ancestors been of assistance or aid to the ancient Gods, but it seems that some of the Gods have trouble abandoning the ways of the past, and many Personifications grow rather weary of being treated like pushovers by them. As such, they have developed a determination and a pride towards establishing their autonomy. While personifications can mate with other personifications, it is impossible for hybrids to be born in most cases as the genes to become a personification cannot mix. They are the most common species in the school at a 5 Personifications for every 1 God ratio.

Unfortunately, here at the Academy even our extensive scouting and screening process still has it faults. Humans with minor divine lineage or cognitive abilities on occasion successfully enrol, unbeknownst to the hardworking staff. Almost always holding some small ability such as premonitions, elementalkenisis or other weak but obvious abilities their parents didn't understand, they're often found by the academy's scouts and sent an acceptance letter (with a statement of full tuition paid in advance by a scholarship of course.) No one in their right mind would turn it down. Just having the academy's name on an application could get them into any university or college they could possibly want to go to. But, it doesn't take them long to figure out that the school isn't quite what they'd though it'd be.

Sometimes after realising where they are, they believe themselves Demi-Gods but it becomes quickly apparent to them that they aren't. They are out of place and if found out, they hold a high chance of being killed by a staff member. The school is notoriously hard to get into for a reason. Because of this, human students often have a high mortality rate depending on how well they keep their mouths shut and blend in.

Many times, human students can manage to latch onto another student trustworthy enough to tell their secret and many times these friends will protect them and guard their identity at all costs.

No one is actually sure where they come from, but the Katastropheis—ones gifted with the power of the Major Arcana—are definitely a force to be reckoned with. Not quite as powerful nor as beautiful as the gods due to the host body being human, these beings blend in well and often are unwittingly taken in by some Gods just so the God can look better. Usually that God is never seen from again. As far as it is known, a Katastrophea is not a person itself, indeed those who are Katastrophea are usually born normally and live normal lives, but the manifestation of power. When one becomes a Katastrophea it is because the card itself wishes to use them in particular. As such, there can only be one Katastrophea personifying a single card at one time (unless it is ‘The Lovers’) and the way the power manifests is typically the same from generation to generation.

Katastropheis work much like pack animals in that the elder incarnation of the card will often be someone close to the newer incarnation. When an elder Katastrophea reaches an age where they are no longer fit to harness their powers (usually around their early forties), they feel an urge, a pull towards the new vessel. From that moment on, they watch over the sapling until they reach puberty. At that time, the elder Katastrophea will perish by the younger’s hand—usually a very traumatic scenario for the younger of the two—thus passing on the powers and becoming the very first meal for the newly formed creature. This “meal” contains the remnants of all the gods the previous incarnation feasted on, slowly and constantly keeping the newly formed Katastrophea alive for a couple of months. Often times they don't remember the meal due to how traumatic it can be. When the energy wears down, the hunger becomes unbearable and the Katastrophea must feed. This feeding directly influences the strength of the Katastrophea’s powers: if they have not fed in a while, their powers will become weaker until they do nothing and that Katastrophea perishes. How they feed is by killing Gods and Demi-Gods (Demi-gods obviously giving them less sustenance). Easy, right? Though Katastrofeis do not inherently hate Gods or Demi-gods, the fact remains that they live only to feed from them.

The main reason the Katastrophea exist and feel a physical hunger and urge to feed upon Gods and Demi-Gods is due to an agenda of the Arcana themselves. The highly sentient, ancient powers that inhabit these host bodies plan to kill off the gods slowly by destroying their successors to release the domain. As their hosts feed, the entities themselves gain the domains of any Gods killed. Because of this, if a Katastrophea kills a God, it shall receive minor control over that domain, similar to a Demi-God. In the end, their goal is to replace the gods all together ushering a new era upon the Earth.

Though many at first consider themselves Demi-Gods, once the hunger sets in there can be no denying their lineage. They are not always violent—their personalities are as varied as any race’s—but they are a time bomb. They are the rarest in the school next to humans and to this date not a single one has actually killed one of the new generation gods.

sign up.
For Gods/Demi-Gods
Age: (13-19)
Year: (First, Second, Third, or Fourth)

Class: (Demi-God or God)
Domain: (What are they the god of?)
Parents: (Who are their parents? For gods you may pick any two gods from folklore that have some kind of relation to their ability. For Demi-Gods one god parent and one human parent)

For Personifications
Age: (13-19)
Year: (First, Second, Third, or Fourth)

Class: Personification
Monster: (What are they the personification of?)

For Humans
Age: (13-19)
Year: (First, Second, Third, or Fourth)

For Katastropheis
Age: (13-19)
Year: (First, Second, Third, or Fourth)

Class: Katastrophea
Arcana: What arcana do they represent and draw their powers from?
Abilities: What can they do in relation to the arcana they personify?
Masquerading as: What are they pretending to be?


I want the lowest amount of Katastrophea and Gods, as such --- most people will probably be demi-gods or personifications. Katastrophea must ask before creation, as they are the primary villains.

accepted players/reserves.
Accepted Players
- Estelle Tourne | Demi-God of Dreams and Sleep | Third Year (Daughter of Morpheus)
- Jacques "Jax" Bela | Katastrophea of The Tower | Fourth Year​

Monster Guy
- André Bellamy | Demi-God of Love and Beauty | Fourth Year (Son of Aphrodite)
- Leonardo "Leo" Silverstone | God of The Sun | Fourth Year (Son of Apollo and Eos)
- Maxwell "Max" Hudson | Personification of a Unicorn | Fourth Year​

- Didyme Thatcher | Demi-Goddess of War and Destruction | Fourth Year (Daughter of Enyo)​

- Lex Peterson | God of Chaos | Third Year (Son of Loki and Eris)​

the top co-ordinator
- Fae Beaufort | Demi-Goddess of Magic and Sorcery | Third Year (Daughter of Hecate)​

- Kasumi Hayashi | Personification of a Kitsune | Fourth Year
- Virgil Isaacs | Katastrophea of The Devil | Third Year​

*Jean Grey*
- Jessalyn MacDougall | Goddess of Death | Fourth Year (Daughter of Odin and Morrigan)​

- Zackary "Zack" Lascelles | God of The Night | Fourth Year (Son of Nyx and Astraeus)​

- Iris Arkwright "17" | Katastrophea of High Priestess | Third Year
- Orion | Personification of a Siren | Second Year​

- Nani Mahelo'a | Goddess of Water | Fourth Year (Daughter of Kanaloa and Hina)
- Nicolas Michael Vespero | Katastrophea of Death | Fourth Year
- Lucas Spenser Moncrief | Demi-God of Melody and Memory | Fourth Year (Son of Mnemosyne)​

fango pango
- Sonia Cole | Personification of a Phoenix | Third Year​

Fun Tallies
Males: 8 | Females: 9 | Fluid: 1
Gods: 5 | Demi-Gods: 5 | Personifications: 3 | Katastrophea: 4
First Year: 0 | Second Year: 1 | Third Year: 6 | Fourth Year: 11​

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Name: Estelle Tourne
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Year: Third

Class: Demi-God
Domain: Demi-Goddess of Sleep and Dreams

• Dream Walking: Estelle can enter other people's dreams or nightmares and change them from within. This ability can allow her to somewhat distort the cognition of others if she decides to shift how they feel about things in their dreams. She can also fully 'delete' a dream, meaning the person who had it will not remember it.
• Sleep Touch: Estelle can ease people into sleep rather easily, simply by touch. If Estelle brushes against you, you may let out a yawn or feel a little sluggish.
• Dream Summon: Estelle can pull objects out of her own dreams, and, to an extent --- the dreams of others. If someone was dreaming about a delicious donut, she could snatch it out of their dreams and materialise it into the real world. This also works with any creatures or monsters of nightmare.
• Sleep Walking: Estelle is able to move and even do work while she's asleep. She uses a certain level of awareness to be able to accomplish these feats --- which can include: cooking, fighting, and even singing.
• Precognitive Dreaming: Estelle's weakest ability is her ability to see future events in her own dreams. She is prone to forget what happened in the dreams, or they can often be far to vague for her to interpret. About 40% of the time she is able to understand the dream.
• Dream Trapping: Estelle is able to trap someone in a dream of her creation. The dream could be believable enough that they believe they are actually awake and present in the real world. Estelle has never tested this ability besides on herself, people who it is used on tend to realise it's a dream and come out of it on their own.
Parents: Morpheus (Father/Winged God of Dreams) and a Human Mother

Appearance: Estelle stands around 5'3" and weighs a mere 130 pounds, however she appears moderately larger --- as she has a heavy preference to oversized clothing. Her body type could be described as "board like", or at least that's what she'd like you to think. In truth, she's actually extremely curvy and feminine but prefers to hide this behind large clothing to make her appear far younger. She puts very little effort into her personal appearance, usually tucking her unbrushed messy hair into a white bun. Her face is clear, other than the extremely dark and noticeable bags under her eyes. Her eyes are a pristine dark blue, often looking tired and not full of energy. However they remain bright and hopeful. Her hair, although usually messy, is somewhat of a straight strawberry blonde look. It's short and child-like, in order to make it somewhat easier to maintain. Her face is round, adding to her often being mistaken for someone younger (actually, most people would assume she was a first year.). Her oversized clothing and forced "board" appearance certainly doesn't help this fact either.

For clothing, Estelle has two outfits she can normally be seen in. During class time, Estelle is more often than not seen in a striped white and black top that is a few sizes too large for her. Above this, she tends to wear a dark cream coloured jacket --- it's a men's jacket, hanging off her in a rather large way. She tends to stick to wearing black tights, as they're comfy and easy to move around in; just like pjs if she decided she wanted to have a nap. Upon her feet, she's always seen wearing her token bunny slippers. They're white in colour and extremely fluffy. When she's lazy, or simply lounging around her dorm; she tends to stay in PJs. She can often be seen wearing the same oversized striped shirt as she wears to class, however she wears it with grey PJ pants and her usual bunny slippers.

Personality: The best thing to describe Estelle is the word “Dreamer.” She seems to be distant from reality, being apathetic to the world around her. She lives in a world of fantasies and imagination. She thinks of the impossible, and only strives for tantalising goals. She is also stuck in the clouds, commonly daydreaming and sleeping whenever she can. She tends to retain a childlike innocence with her demeanour and thoughts, and commonly acts as a child when she isn’t away from reality. However, she is very friendly to those around her --- often allowing them to join her in engaging her fantasies of vast and beautiful dreams. She tends to be quiet in class, never really answering the teacher's questions and sometimes even falling asleep at her desk. She finds it easy to make friends, but she often pushes them away with her childish nature.

She's very tired all the time, most likely from taking constant naps in the hopes of getting back into that beautifully entrancing dream she was just having. She's also attempting to hone her abilities for predicting the future and hopes that one day she'll have perfect and flawless visions. She's working on honing her ability for dream walking to allow others to come with her and experience her reality, but she highly doubts they would understand, or even appreciate it like she does. She assumes people think she's odd, however she would hope that her fellow students at Amrita would at least understand her oddities --- especially because no one really accepted them at her old school.

Estelle is actually quite friendly when you can get a conversation with her before she nods off in one way or another. She is curious and naive, but seems to have a vast sense of knowledge for someone her age. She is a bit obsessed with astrology, and will totally tell you your horoscope if you ask. Estelle is also good at art --- she claims it’s from her constant dreaming, and in a sense, she’s right. It also is due to her having a photographic memory of what she sees in her and other's dreams. However, Estelle tends to repress herself, out of fear for what would happen if she dwells on matters too much. Due to this repression, she is prone to states of pure emotionless, and acts purely as a shell. She only remembers one instance where it went that far, but she usually is able to control herself with her constant trips to dreamland.

History: Estelle was born in Paris, France to a single mother named Amalie Tourne, her mother had no ideas about who the young child's father could be as she did not remember actually being able to conceive a child... beyond that one rather smutty dream she had of course. By all accounts, young Estelle was a miracle baby --- and her mother certainly wasn't going to be one to stand in the way of such an unlikely event. She was raised well, spoiled, and was of course Amalie's only child --- as she never quite had a father figure growing up. School was odd for the young child, as all the other children had dads but she found herself rather alone proclaiming that it had always just been her and her mother. This got a lot of rather peculiar whispers from teachers, assuming that her mother had been a little too involved with people of the opposite sex and actually had no idea who Estelle's father was. Oh, how they couldn't have been more wrong.

Estelle's powers started suddenly, and without warning. It started with her own dreams, she found herself able to control various aspects of them --- making them more pleasant and appealing to her. This was at the point she began spending more time napping, a change that her mom wasn't exactly accustomed to, but it wasn't anything too concerning. However, what was concerning to Amalie was when her daughter mentioned seeing a weird "bat-man" in her dreams. The Bat-man as he could be bluntly described, was exactly the type of being Amalie had dreamt of before realising that she was pregnant with a child she had no recollection of conceiving. Perhaps it was just a weird coincidence, maybe Amalie had mentioned it in passing without remembering? She had been feeling more tired lately, perhaps it had just slipped out one night. There was still no true cause for concern, until Estelle mentioned that she had seen the same man in her mother's dreams; before saying she was sorry that she had "peaked" at her mother's dreams.

Amalie was convinced that something else was at work at this point, and with some quick research she was able to determine that the bat creature was actually a godly being known as Morpheus. Morpheus had various dream and sleep related powers and it was actually very possible that if this wasn't all an extremely bad dream --- that he had actually fathered Estelle. Amalie wasn't opposed to beliving such things, she had always believed in the prospects of gods and higher powers. However, doctors and teachers weren't quite as willing to believe her odd stories about Estelle. They passed Amalie off as a "crazy lady" and claimed that Estelle's constant sleep and odd dreams were probably just some odd early onset of narcolepsy that was in it's peak stage. They proscribed pills to Estelle, but her mother forbade her from taking them. Probably a blessing, as they may have messed with Estelle's abilities.

Now at the age of eleven, Estelle was learning all of her abilities. She found herself able to do more while sleepwalking, she enjoyed spying on the dreams of her mother and any friends that happened to spend the night. It was fascinating, and she adored the world that her dreams created for her. It was at this point that Morpheus began having actual interactions with his daughter, he spoke of her concievement --- warned her of the looming threat for those with godly blood. It was interesting, but Estelle was confused, she was no god. Morpheus further explained that because she was his daughter, she was actually technically a Demi-God who had inherited his powers. Estelle was in awe, she knew that she was different. But a god? That was a feat in itself.

Morpheus explained that he was going to visit Amalie one last time, and recommend she send Estelle to Amrita Academy, so that she could hone her abilities and gain full control over her interesting power. Amalie did just that, and now that Estelle is in her third year, she can sense something sinister is afoot... her visions have been getting stronger lately and she's scared of seeing that damned Tarot card for The Tower.

• Asexual
• Native French Speaker
• She's probably asleep 65% of the time

Name: Jacques "Jax" Bela
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Year: Fourth

Class: Katastrophea
Arcana: The Tower
Abilities: As the same with the Tower itself, Jax can destroy anything that has been created. His powers range from breaking glass with a stare, causing stable buildings to collapse or even cause sink holes and large depressions in the earth. The physical side of his powers is very emotion based, and when he's upset and extremely well fed (usually from a broadly domained God) he can shake entire cities with a stomp. Unlike his probability manipulation, he can consciously control the outcome of the chaos he can cause.

He can also change probability and place jinxes on others, often times accidentally and has done so many times. His amount of control over his powers is heavily related to his feeding habits which are essentially awful. He avoids feeding as long as possible to the point where if he gets too upset he'll destroy the school, so he tries to avoid that point but doesn't enjoy feeding no matter how hungry he is. He can cause massive, catastrophic storms and natural disasters such as tsunamis and major earthquakes, but this level of destruction can usually only be achieved after a meal of a God. He cannot decide what type of disaster it will be in the case of something of that proportion, only truly being able to will destruction and allowing the chips fall where they may. This is yet another way he manipulates probability to cause horrific and somewhat apocalyptic events in some cases.

Unfortunately for Jax, the Arcana that he hosts often times will ignore his wishes and act on its own, much like when it forcefully transferred itself from his father to himself. Despite his sentient house guest, he has somehow managed to not kill anyone on accident yet thanks to the fact that he refuses to feed. Less feeding means the weaker his powers are and the less control his Arcana has.

Masquerading as: God of Catastrophe

Appearance: Jax stands at around 5'11" and weighs about 190 pounds, making him about average in his bodily structure. His body type could be described as lean, but he most certainly has enough muscle tone that he's able to get away with being a little bit of a brat. His face is angular in shape, giving his chin and overall face structure a strong appearance. It's darted in various dark freckles, which he assumes the true gods are cursing him with due to his true nature. His eyes are brown, average and unassuming --- one certainly wouldn't exactly look twice at them. His hair is best described as something straight out of some sort of hipster magazine, looking messy even though it is extremely well taken care of. It's spiked upwards in a clean orderly way, while still hanging down slightly over his forehead. It is a bright orange in colour, meaning he's unfortunately heard any ginger jokes you're willing to throw at him. His ears are filled with all sorts of piercings, from industrials to just regular lobe piercings.

For clothing, Jax likes the typical bad boy look. He wears a white tank top as his first layer, rather plain other than the design of the large green eye emblazoned in the centre. Above this he wears a black leather jacket that he can usually be seen having his hands in the pockets of. To complete his outfit he wears black jeans, ripped in various places with bright green patches to cover the holes. For shoes, he sticks to typical bright green runners.

Personality: Intelligent and collected. He’s calm and able to voice his true opinions without panicking or stuttering, however occasionally he enjoys joking and during these he will often stutter and forget the joke and then laugh about it or turn bright red. He could be considered somewhat of a comic relief kinda guy, as he’s usually the person jokes are based on as he occasionally gets picked on for being an easy target, he takes a lot of slack from people and has learned to accept it as he keeps a smile on his face and a quiet voice.

However, all this is a cover-up. He is a sadistic, misanthropic, and manipulative man. All he wants in life is to have fun and only maintains his intelligent and calm personality to get his parents off his back and make him a far more likable person. His true colours don’t show until you get him alone one on one, and this causes him to begin throwing insults and occasionally a misogynist joke to offend anyone he can. However, he values his friendship with others at the school and does his best not to eat them.

History: Jacques Bela was born to Madeline and Pierre Bela in rural Beirut, Lebanon. His parents had moved there not long before he was born from a small town in France for a fresh start for their new bundle of joy, they were happy, middle-class, and loved their new son more than anything. Being that he was an only child, he was blessed with having his parents undivided attention and whatever it was he wanted. Unfortunately, this came as a double edged sword --- as he developed a complex and expect everything he ever wanted. He was spoilt rotten, and his parents couldn't care what other people thought of them, so long as their little Jax was happy. Jacques was a bright young boy in school, holding a particular fascination with mythology and an insanely fine skill in mathematics. It was impressive, to say the least --- especially considering his parents both came from lower levels of education. With his mother going into the workforce after high school, and his father never even finishing.

His life was extremely ideal, he couldn't ask for anything else. Until of course, his father told him something that would change his life. His father, sensing his age and incoming demise told his son something of great importance. His father was something known as a Katastrophea, something feared by the gods and far stronger than they would ever be. Jax simply laughed it off, believing it to be one of his father's usual good humoured jokes. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. Pierre Bela was The Tower, a being of pure destruction --- something that would bring ruin to all those that were near and close, and that ability needed to be passed on before he died. Pierre was insistent, the only way for the power to properly manifest was through a murder. Who's murder? Well, Pierre himself. And Jax would have to be the one to do it. Jax refused, he would never willingly harm anyone --- especially not his dear father. Unfortunately for Jax, the Arcana had different ideas. It passed itself on briefly, gaining control of Jax's extremely fragile emotions --- he was extremely distraught that his father would tell him such things, tears already forming it his eyes. The arcana used this to it's advantage, twisting itself into anger and as Jax went to grab his father's arm and tell him to stop being an idiot, their entire house shifted around them; it crumbled at the seams and fell, killing both of Jax's parents in one fell swoop.

Pleased with it's own work, the Arcana enjoyed it's new host --- resting deep in his heart and giving him the hunger that it had long kept dormant. Although he didn't remember, the young boy had had an overwhelming urge to feast on his father's remains after the building collapsed. He consumed every bit of his once dear father, feeling the strength of every god he had cut down flow through him. It was exhilarating, thrilling and a beautiful moment of clarity for Jax. However, his mind has since destroyed this memory, and the last thing he remembers is the house falling on top of them before waking up much much later in a hospital bed with a broken arm and a few fractured ribs. He was immediately told that his mother had perished in the rubble... and his father was no where to be found. It was a miracle that he had even lived according to the staff, he was baffled --- confused, and had very little memory of what had transpired... beyond the feeling that he was very full and strong, and that the word "Tower" was important somehow.

At this point, he was placed into an orphanage, as his parents had no relatives that he could go to and no proper wills. It was unfortunate, especially because Jax's once soft personality had taken a drastic shift, becoming cold and hotheaded. The staff were becoming increasingly afraid of the young boy, as he would eat but always mumble about still being hungry --- he also seemed to cause bad things to happen whenever he was just simply present. He once got frustrated at another of the children, turning towards one of the windows and making it shatter. They were thankful when a professor from some prestigious school known as Amrita came to take him away.

It was ideal for Jax. He had food all around him, and the fools even thought he was a God. The only issue for Jax is his soft side, he can't bring himself to harm his primary food source... especially now that he's befriended some of them...

• He refuses to feed on Gods unless he's starving, meaning his powers are usually extremely weak.
• He loses control when he goes without feeding for too long
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Why not both?
Can I have a reserve? Not sure who I'll use yet (it'll probably depend on the other characters), but this definitely seems like something I can get into. I'd also like to ask if I could make a Katastrophea.
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I'm baby?
Staff member
Can I have a reserve? Not sure who I'll use yet (it'll probably depend on the other characters), but this definitely seems like something I can get into. I'd also like to ask if I could make a Katastrophea.
Yes! What Arcana will you be using? (also if you have trouble with abilities feel free to ask)

Well, this has certainly caught my eye. I'm most likely gonna make a Personification. Also, would the Devil Arcana be possible for a Katastrophea by chance?
Indeed, I can put you down for a personification. And yes, Devil would be an arcana if you would like to use it --- again, if you have any problems with abilities for the Katastrophea just ask.


Why not both?
I'll probably do the Hermit or the Moon (since I'd probably be using my token uber-antisocial character if I do go for a katastrophea, and she's called Luna).

If someone else does an antisocial character, I'll switch to Death or the World. I probably gotta do loads of research though.
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Monster Guy

Fairy type Trainer
I probably did so many things wrong here, but I've got to try! André demands to be used! I'm scared.

Name: André Bellamy
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: Fourth

Class: Demigod
Domain: Love and Beauty

Amokinesis: André has the ability to control the emotion of love and desire. With this ability, he can attract others simply by walking by, as well as manipulate the love of people, animals and other creatures, and detect love within others. It is resistable.

Charmspeak: Using his voice, André is able to influence others to do what he wants. Eventually, charmspeak wears off and the person has no recollection of why they did what they were commanded to do. People with strong wills or intentions are unaffected, and the more powerful the being, the stronger their resistance.

Beauty: André is able to radiate beauty, regardless of how he may look. No matter how he looks at any given time he will always be perceived as being handsome/beautiful/Attractive/Good Looking/Cute whatever adjective you want to use.

Magical Roses: He can produce roses out of thin air to give to people. The roses smell like whatever scent the person he's giving them to likes. For André, they smell like ordinary roses, because his favorite scent happens to be the scent of roses.

Doves: André can summon and communicate with doves.

Love Blast: André can generate explosions of beautiful pink love energy, so he's not totally useless in a fight. Power of love yo!

True Love Sight: André can show visions to others of whatever it is they love and/or desire most.

Blessing of Beauty: André can change other people's hair, face, and clothes to make them look the way André thinks will make them look most glamorous. No matter how the person tries to mess up his/her appearance, it automatically becomes perfect again. They also cannot change clothing. The effect lasts for 24 hours, or until André decides to remove it. After which, they return to normal. André can also change his own appearance with this. (Note: He can't change certain physical characteristcs like making someone taller/shorter, or completely changing their facial structure. He can change things like hair and eye color, as well as whiten teeth though.)

Parents: Aphrodite (Greek Goddess of Love and Beauty/"father") and Michelle LeBeau-Bellamy (human mother) Yes, you read that correctly. Aphrodite is his father. I'm sure Goddesses could get women pregnant if they wanted to. :p

Appearance: André is a tall and slender young man, standing at exactly six feet. Although he doesn't like to do so, he exercises a little bit so that he doesn't look like a fat slob, and is physically fit and toned as a result. He doesn't spend too much time in the sun, so he has a fair complexion. He keeps his blond hair short, and neatly styled at all times. There is never a hair out of place. André is a quintessential pretty-boy. He has soft facial features, that some would consider feminine. He has a heart shaped face, a small nose, and large, baby blue, almond shaped eyes, that have fairly long eyelashes attached to them. He claims are his eyes are one of his best features. His mouth is usually in some kind of smile, which shows off his perfectly white teeth. Except for his hair and eyebrows, he has no hair on his upper body. He's also pierced his earlobes so he can wear earrings.

André is very much into fashion. He likes expensive designer clothing, and he usually dresses more formally than most people his age. Being famous, he has a certain reputation to uphold, so he makes sure to look his best wherever he goes. His fancy wardrobe mostly consists of button down dress shirts, vests, trousers, dress shoes, as well as the occasional tie and blazer. He always keeps his clothes neat and tidy. It is rare to see him in a simple T-shirt and jeans. His wardrobe contains a lot of different colors, but pink is by far his favorite. These days, André wears all pink from head to toe. His current outfit consists of a frilly pink dress shirt that fits him well. In place of a tie, he wears an elaborate necklace made from pink pearls. On top of that he wears a magenta trenchcoat. He also wears a gold and diamond studded timepiece around the right wrist, and a pink diamond cuff bracelet around the left wrist. A pink diamond ring on a pink band sits on his right ring finger. On the bottom he wears tight magenta trousers held up by a fuchsia leather belt with a gold buckle. His choice of footwear include a pair of fuchsia dress shoes with bright pink spats on them. He accessorizes this with his signature pink beret on his head that has a magenta heart barrette attached to it, and a pair of pink diamond stud earrings decorating his ears. He carries around a pink heart shaped messenger bag that has a magenta ribbon tied into a bow attached to it, and he wears a pair of pink cat's-eye sunglasses, with diamond studded rims.

André has developed a taste for diamonds and gemstones. He will often be seen wearing various pieces of jewelry, regardless of whether it was intended for a man or not. He enjoys experimenting with fashion, and likes trying out many different things including wearing women's clothing, wigs, and sometimes make-up. He feels women get nicer clothes than men do, and it lets him get away with wearing more jewelry than a man can. He can pass for a convincing woman when he's all made up. He often wears rose scented perfume.

Personality: André has tastes that are usually considered feminine. His favorite color is pink, and a lot of his things are pink and have hearts on them. He likes fashion, and he has a taste for cute things, and he's not really embarrassed by it. He really doesn't understand why so many boys have an issue with guys liking that kind of thing. He just guesses it's because they're insecure about their own masculinity. André is very obsessed with beauty and looking good. As a movie star, he feels he has to maintain a certain image, and because people don't want to be friends with an ugly person. He always makes sure he is perfectly groomed before leaving the house, and as such it takes him a while to get ready in the morning. Because he puts so much effort into looking good, he hates getting dirty, as it ruins all the work he put in.

He really values his relationships. He doesn't like to be alone, so he goes to great lengths to make friends and fans everywhere he goes. He often attends parties to meet new people. For the same reason, he also likes love and romance, and as such he comes across as a flirt. He openly hits on people (he's openly bisexual, so guys as well as girls) he considers to be attractive, though he is usually more polite about it then most guys, because he is genuinely looking for a relationship. He is very touchy-feely in his flirting, and openly expresses affection through hugs, kisses, caressing, and other forms of touching. He enjoys it when people respond in the same way. He also likes pairing people up who he thinks would make a good couple, regardless of gender and orientation, and jokingly teasing the two involved.

He can be charming and manipulative when he wants to be. He uses his charm, charisma, and the occasional bribe to get what he wants from people. He knows just what to say to win people over, which sometimes helps him get his way in many situations. While he is polite and well-mannered, and typically acts friendly towards others, he treats people like objects to make himself feel better. He can be self-centered, and disregards how other people feel and what they need if it's not benefiting him somehow. It's not something he does consciously, it's just how he is. He was brought up believing that people's affections can be bought, and it's worked out for him so far.

Having become used to being given whatever he wants, André has been spoiled by wealth. He has an appreciation for the finer things in life. He wears expensive clothes, gets driven around in fancy cars, takes exotic vacations, and freely spends money like it grows on trees. He is very generous with his money, since he has so much of it, trading a a few dollars for something better is no problem. He's also found it much easier to woo people with money. He especially enjoys being famous, and being adored by many. He doesn't mind the craziness that comes with being a celebrity either, saying it is only a small price to pay for all the benefits of fame. He believes that bad publicity is still publicity, as long as people are talking about you, then that's all that matters. André has always been accustomed to life on top. His worst fear is losing it all, whether that be ruining his movie career, or losing his hard earned friends.

History: Born in Paris, France, André's life is not what one could consider normal. His mother was Michelle LeBeau, a well known socialite and actress. She was a tabloid fixture known as much for her love life, and party girl lifestyle, as she was for her acting ability. She had flings with men, women, anybody she found interesting. While she was involved with another famous french actor, Charles Bellamy, she also had a fling with a gorgeous strawberry blonde woman called Rose. Rose wasn't famous or anything, but there was something about her that Michelle couldn't resist.

One day, Michelle wound up pregnant. She assumed Charles was the father, and made plans to marry him, after receiving advice from her publicist that marrying an equally famous star, and having his child, could help her career if the story was spun properly. However before the wedding took place, "Rose" paid her a visit, and told her the truth. She explained that she was really Aphrodite, Greek Goddess of Love and Beauty, and that the baby was in fact hers. Michelle couldn't believe it, but Aphrodite demonstrated some of her abilities for the other woman, and she was convinced that this was the truth. All of Aphrodite's other children were already Gods in their own right, and she needed an offspring who could take over her place in the Pantheon after she is gone. She would have chosen another God, but she already had a few children with Ares already, and just about every God knows of her reputation, and were unwilling to make a child with her. Besides, there were so many attractive humans to choose from. Aphrodite didn't really want to go through all the trouble of raising children again, so she was perfectly fine with letting Michelle marry Charles, and pass him off as the father. However before she left, she warned Michelle their child would have to learn the truth eventually. She told her that her son would develop godlike abilities, and when that happens, she won't be able to keep that secret for long. While those words stuck with Michelle ever since, at the time, she didn't think too much about it. She had a wedding and a baby shower to plan.

Michelle and Charles Bellamy became even bigger stars once they got married, and had their son, which they named André. The sold the rights to their baby's first photos to a tabloid for a substantial amount of money, and both of them were offered a lot more film roles than before. They became a Hollywood power couple. This meant that André was born in the lap of luxury. However, due to his parents being famous actors, and therefore often busy, Andre rarely ever saw them. He was also homeschooled for a while, and was rarely able to leave the house. He felt lonely being in a big empty mansion with only caretakers that were too busy to keep the kid entertained. His only real form of companionship was when a woman who claimed to be his aunt Rose came to visit. It was strange that she only visited when his parents weren't home, but he didn't much care, aunt Rose was lots of fun, and the two got along great. André's parents brought him expensive toys to make up for their frequent absence. For a while the shiny new toy would make him feel less lonely, but soon he would get bored of it, and the loneliness came back. He thought something better would solve the problem. When his parents announced a new trip, the young boy cried, and of course, his parents brought him a new, better, more expensive gift once they got back. The same thing happened, it would make him feel good for a while, but soon he'd get bored again. He would continue to ask and receive more and more expensive things throughout his childhood. It was great, and André grew accustomed to wealth and having anything he wanted on a whim. It was nice, but it still wasn't enough, the bad feelings still didn't go away.

At some point, his parents thought it was a good idea for him to start interacting with other kids, so they enrolled him in a private school. When André started going to school, and meeting other people his age, he got a lot of attention from them due to the fancy toys he had that they didn't have themselves, as well as being the son of two Movie Stars. At recess, every kid wanted to play with him, and André found it very easy to make friends. Being with others made him feel just as good, if not better, than opening up a brand new toy. It was then he thought that if new toys won't help, then maybe people will. He made lots and lots of friends, and André was happy for a while. Soon his family had to move away, and André was transferred to a new school. Having lost all the friends he made, André was upset for a while, but he soon worked to make new friends in this new place, and he was happy again. Then his parents moved once more, and the cycle continued. He was never truly content though, because he always had to leave all his friends behind.

André's natural charisma was not something that went unnoticed by Michelle. Other kids seemed to hang on to André's every word, and did whatever he asked them to. André himself didn't think too much about it, but Michelle did remember her former lovers words to her. When André was thirteen, André's family decided to move to Hollywood full time. There, his parents encouraged their son to follow in their footsteps, and become an actor himself. They put him in acting classes, and used their connections within the industry to pull a few strings, and get him a starring role in a major film. He didn't want to do this at first, but did it anyway to please his parents. While making the movie, he came to enjoy being on a movie set, and acting. When his first movie went to theaters, and became a box-office success, he enjoyed all the fame and attention it brought him. Or more specifically, he liked all the adoring fans. He got a lot of positive reviews from critics who praised his charisma and screen presence. He also enjoyed the piles of money, expensive things, and all the glamour that being a movie star brings. He decided he wanted to pursue a film career.

When he was 14, André got a letter in the mail, stating he had been accepted into Amrita Academy, which was strange, because André hadn't enrolled at any school yet. Just then, aunt Rose came over for a visit when Michelle and Charles were home, and once again revealed herself as Aphrodite. She explained to young André that Charles Bellamy was not his biological father, she was. Michelle was forced to confirm the truth of this statement, which of course upset Charles. Aphrodite also revealed that she was the one that enrolled André at Amrita Academy so that he can learn the abilities that come with being a Demigod.

And that's how André came to the Academy. Despite being a student, he still decided to pursue a film career, and would make films while also attending school. He learned the extent of his powers, which helped him achieve much of his success. After doing that for a few years, he became as famous and successful as his parents. He is often chased by Papparazzi and crazed fans, and he is also often the subject of ridiculous rumors in gossip magazines. Usually, they involve him spending absurd amounts of money on something lavish, being seen at a party, or romance rumors with various other celeberties. (Not long after hitting puberty, he discovered how attractive people were, and the joys of love. Although he's dated around a lot, he's never had a serious romantic relationship, much to his disappointment.) He doesn't mind all the craziness that much. As long as he has all his adoring fans, then all is well. He also became a popular student at Amrita Academy, despite only being a Demigod,

André has everything now, devoted fans, a luxurious life, and piles of money at his disposal. Despite this, he still isn't satisfied, but he wasn't sure what to do to fix the problem. Now on his fourth and final year of school, he decided to take a break from making movies, and focus on being a student full-time, and figure things out.

Other: Michelle and Charles are actually still married, despite his mother keeping the true parentage of her child a secret for so long. Aphrodite had a hand in that. She just can't stand seeing two lovers torn apart over something so trivial.

He speaks with a French accent, and uses French words a lot, but he can speak English just fine.

He is often surrounded by his adoring fans.

Yes, he literally has two moms here. :p I'm sure a Goddess of Love and Beauty could find both of those things in people of any gender. It explains so much about André. :p

If you're wondering how two females with only X chromosomes can produce a boy, stop wondering. Two females can't have biological children together in real life anyway. Does it really matter how scientifically accurate it is at this point? :p Aphrodite intentionally wanted a male successor for vanity reasons, thus made it so. She couldn't stand the thought of another woman taking her place, and possibly becoming more beautiful than her.

Aphrodite says he is her favorite child. That may be because her relationship with her other children isn't the best... (Her relationship with Eros became tense after he married Psyche) The two actually do have a relationship. Something André likes to brag about.

Despite the lack of a biological connection, he still thinks of Charles as his father.
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*Jean Grey*

Night Triumphant
Can I reserve a God/Demigod of Death? Not sure which one yet, hehe. XD


Life's a ball
Name: Zackary "Zack" Lascelles
Gender: male
Age: 18
Year: Fourth

Class: God
Domain: The Night

- Enhanced physiology: Being a god, Zack's physiology is naturally stronger than those of humans and (To a certain degree) Demi-Gods. This includes:
- Enhanced Strength: He is a lot stronger than a normal human, and decently stronger than demi-gods.
- Enhanced Agility: He is faster than the average mortal and demi-god. He often use his agility in his fighting.
- Enhanced Stamnina: Zack doesn't tire easily, and can endure a lot.

- Invisibility: By merging with shadows, Zack can become entirely invisible. He can be detected by other senses though.

- Umbrakinesis: Zack is able to create and control shadows. This applies to both his own shadow, and the one of others.

- Shadow Aura: Zack is constantly emitting a dark crimson shadowy aura. He can control this aura to spread over a decent distance, engulfing anything within in pitch-black darkness

- Conjuration: With the help of cosmic energy, Zack can conjure any weaponry of his desire. He also use this ability to conjure transparent wings which allows him to fly.

- Flight: he can fly. lol

- Shadow Portal: Using portals created from shadows, he can travel great distances in very little time.

Parents: Nyx (Goddess of the night) and Astraeus (Titan God of Dusk, the Stars and Astrology)

Appearance: Zackary is a tall and elegant young man, though he appear taller at times due to his posture. He have a slim figure, despite being fairly fit in general, due to him working out quite a lot in order to look his best. His skin is fair, and is mostly pale with a slight tan, as he doesn't get that lovely Miami-Tan when outside, but rather the color of a ripe tomato due to having very sensitive skin. His eyes are calm and collected, and shows little to no sign of emotion in their pale blue color. He has short, dark brown hair that requires surprisingly little attention in order to look good, which he keeps in a fashionable style at all times. His eyebrows are neatly maintained, and curved in a way that gives him a rather flirtatious and serious look. Many people would consider Zack to be very pretty, and he is well aware of that.

Due to his upbringing and profession, Zack has adapted an interest in stylish and expensive clothing. Having access to most collections before they reach the boutiques, he has quite the free range of opportunity. All his outfits are of exquisite quality and brand, and his style leans more towards the modern formal, mixed in with a hint of casual. Though he can easily adapt to any style of clothing, his preferences lies with dark colors and hues of black. His usual attire consists of a deep red shirt which he keeps unbuttoned at the top, with a black vest over it. He wears black skinny-jeans to go with it. His shoes are formal yet comfortable dark brown dress shoes which he have like a million identical pairs of, just in case they get dirty. He often wear a pair of leather half gloves to match with his attire. He doesn't accessorize much, though he often wear a black choker with a silver Crescent Moon pendant on it. He also wear two silver ear studs on each of his ears. Occasionally, he also wears his black trench coat, to add to the "Wow" factor of his general attire.

Personality: At first glance, Zackary is exactly what you would expect a young man coming from a rich household to be like. It is very easy to mistake Zack as the common rich snobby socialite, even though that is far from the truth. Though he has been spoiled throughout most of his childhood, Zack was always taught strictly by his parents that regardless of how well off you're living, nothing is free. Due to this, Zack has learned the value of hard work, and never take anything for granted. He enjoys the moment, and lives his life to the fullest. He knows what he wants, and enjoys the finer things in life, which adds to his slightly snobby nature. He is a confident young man, and has evolved somewhat of a competitive streak over the years. He carries himself with confidence and pride, but becomes flustered in unexpected situations. Whenever he encounters an unexpected situation as such, he could very easily muck things up further during his somewhat clumsy attempts to correct things while maintaining his cool.

If there is one thing to be said about Zack, it is that he is a weird mixture between a night owl and a social butterfly. A... Nightly social Butterowl, if you would. He rarely ever stays in during the nights, and is more often than not found in the hottest clubs with the hottest celebrities in the hottest cities in the hottest regions. His modeling career has landed him a great deal of credibility amongst the celebrity world, and even though he is far from an A-list, he enjoys the perks that comes with the job to the fullest. He is easy going and friendly to almost anyone he meets, and never judge anyone. Not intentionally, at least. He enjoys the company of others, and while he has his flaws, he is pretty decent at not being a self-centered air-head as most in his line of business usually are. He comes across as flamboyant due to his interest in style and fashion, even though his sexual preferences goes both ways. He doesn't mind what other people or the media says about him, and is very thick skinned.

One of the odd traits of Zack is his humor. Despite being a lovely conversationalist, most of his words are doused in a moderate pool of sarcasm and snark. Though never intentionally hurtful, he can come across as snobby because of this, and unintentionally hurt others feelings. If he has a problem with you, he would not hesitate to let you know. Zack is also somewhat oblivious to other peoples feelings, and can be very blunt at times, and then wonder why everyone got mad at him afterwards. His humor in general can be described as dark. Despite being a generally nice guy, he can't help it but ominously chuckle if someone trips, or crack a smile at other peoples general misfortune. He is also prone to some inappropriate comments, and is not known for his good timing when it comes to those.

History: Zackary was born to his parents in Beverly Hills, California. His mother is a very famous British reporter, while his father is the head owner of a chain of french resturants. Based on both his parents success, Zack was burdened by a lot of pressure from an early age, and was often seen in the spotlight alongside his parents. Despite their fame, however, they were never bothered too much by the press, and Zack managed to have a fairly decent childhood. Due to both his parents status, they were out traveling very often, leaving Zack in the care of a variety of nannies, butlers and general personnel from their huge mansion. He was initially homeschooled, and his parents provided him with the best tutors they could find. He was a bright child too, eager to learn, and a fast learner in general, though he became somewhat isolated from the outside world.

At the age of 8, Zack requested to be put in public school, as he never interacted with anyone besides the household staff or occasionally his parents. He had grown to be quite the lonesome individual, not that it bothered him. Zack had always enjoyed the company of only himself, and enjoyed spending most of his time either reading, watching Tv or whatever. Interestingly enough, he was more active during the nighttime, mostly due to his inability to tan properly. Watching a lot of television in his parents absence, he would often pull allnighters without it affecting his energy levels at all. It was during these times he got interested in modelling. Next Top Model, Victoria's Secret, he would watch it all. Sometimes, one of the maids would join him and keep him company. Since he had no friends, he could only rely on his staff, and Serana would always volunteer to look after him. She became his closest friend, with whom he would share all his secrets, hopes and dreams.

But yes, Zack was eventually allowed to enroll at a public school, much to his parents dread. They feared the other kids would be on him like pirhanas, considering their fame, but they were oh so utterly wrong. Turns out other kids doesn't watch news very often, or go to fancy restaurants. As such, Zack blended in just like any other kid in his class, much to his joy. He quickly established himself as a social butterfly, and it was very difficult not to like him. Though he had a snobby streak, and would often brag where others would be silent, he came along just fine, and got above average grades to show for it.

As the years went by, Zack grew into becoming quite the handsome young man, and due to his parents contacts and strings within the celebrity culture, his dream of modeling was becoming more and more of a reality. He had taken several etiquette classes, and read all about his role models within the field. He got a few minor roles at the age of 13, mostly in lesser known magazines regarding everything from childrens toys to garden gnomes. He was dead set in his goal though, and knew that he had what it took to make it big. His parents weren't overly fond of his plans though, and wahted him to become some big businessman like themselves. However, they granted him the lose lease to do what he wanted, as they knew better than to push their own wishes unto him. Besides, if his modeling career fell flat, they would always be there with a variety of other options for him, carefully pre-selected them inbetween.

However, once puberty hit for real, it hit hard. To Zack and the others around him, it was as if he went to bed one day and just woke up looking a million times better the next day. Several jaws dropped, including his own, when people laid eyes on him. People speculated if that was even the same kid from before, and his classmates were insanely envious of him, considering they looked as if they were hit by a train in comparison. This eerielly sudden change in appearance also boosted Zacks self-image and ego, and he became even more determined in his ways. However, a few months later, things took a turn for the weird when after having taken a shower, he could spot a faint, crimson smokey effect on himself, as if he was emitting a dark steam. Freaky as that was, it didn't go away even after fixing his appearance and putting on clothes. Starting to actually freak out now, Zack looked for Serana, hoping she would know what to do. His parents were out of the country at this time, so he only had her. Once she saw his predicament, she grinned eerielly, as she had done the morning he woke up looking different a few months back. after calming him down and ensuring him that it is nothing dangerous, she simply said "Don't worry about it. It just means it's time.". She then gave him perhaps the biggest hug ever, and he could swear he saw trails of tears in her eyes.

Sure enough, the very next day, Zack recieved a letter in the mail regarding being accepted into a boarding school of sorts. Serana also approached him, and revealed herself to be the Goddess of the Night, Nyx. She explained the situation, and that he was the child of herself and the Titan God of Astrology, Astraeos. She explained to him that he was indeed a God, and that he would one day take over her place as the God of the Night. Due to the recent events involving his... Smokey-ness, Zack did not find this hard to believe. Nyx explained more about his origins, and told him he would need to enroll at Amrita Academy in order to properly learn about his newfound powers and responsibility. Kind of distressed about the situation, as he had finally started to land proper modeling gigs, Zack expressed his hesitation. However, Nyx informed him happily that he could very well do both. Though the academy was important, it wasn't a 24/7 thing, and he could still do as he please with his spare time.

That is the story of how Zack was enrolled ad Amrita Academy. He is now in his fourth year at the academy, and while modelling on the sideline, he has also made quite the name for himself. As he learned to supress his constant darkness, he has managed to live a proper life outside of the school, and even got an apartment in New York. Hid parents are supportive of the direction his life took, after having a long, strangely entertaining discussion about it with Nyx and Astraeos. Zack is at this point just living life, enjoying every second of it.

- He speaks in an elegant British accent
- He is a pretty decent actor.
- He can't sing for sh*t.
- His favorite food is Sushi.
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It's so shiny!
Consider this a W.I.P! I'll finish later/tomorrow.

Name: Didyme Thatcher
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Year: Fourth

Class: Demi-god
Domain: War and Destruction

Enhanced strength: Although most gods and demi-gods posess heightened strength, Didyme can overpower most. She can easily carry a fully grown man on her shoulders, and can easily carry up to excess of 300lbs, although begins to struggle beyond 500lbs.

War Cry: Using her voice, Didyme is able to produce a loud shout (or cry, if you will) that can strike fear into the hearts of her opponents, and provide a slight boost to an ally's stamina. Despite being one of her more powerful moves, the shout can only reach around 5-6 metres in front of her, and the effects last for only around a minute.

Fists of fury: By channeling all of her energy into both her fists, Didyme is able to rapidly punch in quick succession. Whilst this can be destructive, it is a tiring move to perform, and thus she begins to lose energy after twenty seconds.

Hammer fist: By channeling all of her strength into one of her fists, she is able to deliver a devastating punch strong enough to shatter boulders.

Weapon proficiency: As the demi-god of war and destruction, Didyme has a natural proficiency with any weapons she comes in contact with. She is most proficient with varieties of swords and spears, and tends to struggle with more long range weapons such as a bow.

Explosive blast: By generating energy between her hands, Didyme is able to produce a small, yet destructive blast of energy. It is more powerful the more she charges it.

Combat Adaptation: She is easily able to any type of style or combat in battle. This applies for both unarmed and armed combat.

Parents: Enyo (Greek goddess of War and Destruction/mother) and Hayden Thatcher (father)

Appearance: Didyme is quite a striking figure. At 5'8'' in height, she towers over most women and some men, a fact which she relishes. Whilst she doesn't like to disclose her exact weight, she would describe to describe it as ideal (or close enough), on account of her frequent exercising. She also has a toned body because of this. Her skin is olive in tone, albeit paler than most of Greek descent, due to her English blood. Didyme prefers to keep her raven locks loos most of the time, and will only ever put it up on formal occasions, or if she's exercising. Her hair is fairly straight, but tends to frizz when under extreme heat. It also falls to just above her waist. Despite her hardened persona, Didyme has what many would call "soft" facial features. She has heart-shaped face, a small button nose, a large, deep azure blue eyes, with considerably long eyelashes. Her mouth is small and she is thin-lipped. Didyme struggles with a small overbite, leading to her struggling to properly shut her mouth unless focusing on it, and as a result of such her mouth always appears to be slightly agape.

Didyme's fashion is fairly varied in her opinion, although she will admit to a strong distaste for anything pink or girly. Most of her wardrobe consists of articles of clothing in shades of black and dark blue. She isn't really in to designer clothing, despite being able to afford it, and a lot of her clothing is either secondhand or bought from cheaper stores. The only time she is willing to buy more expensive clothing is for formal occasions. One of said purchases is her favourite formal gown: a backless, knee length gown, in a shade of deep azure blue. Didyme's usual outfit consists of a denim jacket, a blue t-shirt or blouse underneath, coupled with her slightly worn black jeans, and blue boots. In warmer weather, she likes to switch out the jeans for a skirt of a similar colour, or cropped shorts. Didyme is also not one for jewellery and make-up. In regards to make-up, she tends to only wear mascara, some eyeliner, and nude coloured lipstick. As for jewellery, she is rarely seen in any, unless, of course, it is for a formal occasion. She does like to wear a black choker with small moon pendant with her every outfit on some days.

As mentioned before, Didyme exercises frequently, and as such has many pieces of clothing purely dedicated for when she exercises. She has a number of tracksuits, and sport appropriate clothing in her wardrobe. When she is doing exercise in general, Didyme likes to wear a sleeveless blue shirt, sometimes coupled with a blue bodywarmer depending on the weather, lighter blue exercise pants, and specialised footwear.

Personality: From the moment she was born, she was born to be a fighter. It is said that when she was born, she came into the world screaming, as a storm raged on above. Didyme would not consider herself to be a typical young woman. Unlike many girls, she doesn't really care for fashion and beauty, and is more than willing to get her hands dirty and participate in a bit of rough and tumble.

Didyme is a fighter at heart, and enjoys battles both mentally and physically. She is a stubborn woman, and if people disagree with her, or are acting wrong, she won't hesitate to try and change their opinion/views. And if some strong words don't cut it, she is more than willing to jump into a fight if need be! In regards to mental battles, she likes to push herself by finding difficult tasks to complete. She is also a highly-ranked chess player, and enjoys the complexity and skill the game requires. Also, Didyme would consider herself to be a tactician of sorts. She likes to plan ahead, and plot out potential outcomes. When playing chess, she is often thinking of numerous moves and outcomes in her head, before actually playing said move. Whenever she plays team sports, she likes to designate herself as leader if possible, and her plans for the games often lead to her teams winning.

Although not as destructive as her godly mother, Didyme can be quite destructive when in the right mood. It doesn't take much to make her angry, and getting her to come down from such a mood is a difficult task indeed, and it is best advised to let her vent her frustrations...even if that does mean having her punch a hole in your wall. Still, that's probably better than having a fist to the gut from her. A similar reaction can also occur when extremely upset, and once again it is better advised that she is left to deal with it her own way, rather than have someone intervene.

Despite her flaws, Didyme is a loyal and true friend, someone who would stick by you through thick and thin. Didyme would literally fight for a friend, if they wanted her to, but she is more than content to offer strategies of how to overcome difficult situations if they'd prefer.

History: Born on the island of Kos in Greece, Didyme's life has been far from normal. Her father was Hayden Thatcher, a renowned British archaeologist and historian. Three years before her birth, he moved temporarily to the island, to lend his help on an excavation. Shortly after arriving, Hayden first saw her mother, and was instantly captivated by her. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and it was apparent that Hayden was not the only one who could see it, as the woman was surrounded by an entourage of men. Although he was certain he would have no chance with her, he continued to come back to the same spot with the hope of seeing her again. However, whenever he did, she was usually in the company of someone else. It was only after a year of living in Kos, that he finally got to speak to her. and discovered her name was Erena. And from the get go there was an immediate attraction.

It did not take long for the two of them to become involved with one another. Their romance was rapid and passionate, and yet the two of them made it work. Around eleven months before Didyme's birth, Erena expressed her desire for a child, something which Hayden was quick to agree to, despite only being with her for a relatively short time. Erena was quick to point out though, that she could not carry the child herself, and thus they would need to use a surrogate. After a brief search, they found a woman willing to be their surrogate, and soon found themselves expecting a child. And nine months later, Didyme was born. Whilst the three of them got to enjoy two blissful days together, their joy was not to last, for on the fourth day Erena had disappeared, leaving only a letter in her place. In the letter she was short and brief, stating her love for Hayden and their daughter, but also expressing that she could not stay.

Confused and hurt by Erena's disappearance, Hayden soon returned to England with Didyme, not long after the dig was completed. The two of them lived in Hayden's small house in London, and their life was a good one. Not long after returning to England, Hayden found a new job working as a lecturer of archaeology at Westminster University. With his long hours, Didyme and her father did not see each other as much anymore, but would still make time for a trip out during the weekend.

At the age of eight, Didyme was sent to a private boarding school in the country. Whilst she was initially opposed to moving so far away from her father, she soon came to enjoy it there, due to the friends she made. For two years, she stayed at the school, but problems began to arise at the age of ten, when her powers started to become more prominent. Whilst this did not cause much of a problem at first, things took a turn for the worse when her natural inclination towards fighting began to kick in. She was frequently picking fights with other; not because she was angry at them or anything like that, but simply because she wanted to fight. Eventually, this became too big of a problem, and Didyme was expelled from school under the reasoning of "persistent disruptive behaviour".

Upon returning home, neither Didyme or her father were entirely sure what to do next. Hayden knew she had to continue to be schooled, but he couldn't place her into another boarding school or public school, lest the same thing happen again. So he started looking into homeschooling, which given his own career, was not the most ideal situation. Eventually after much searching, he found some suitable private tutors, and Didyme continued to further her education.

Around five months before her fourteenth birthday, Didyme and her father were surprised, when her mother, Erena turned up at their door. She told them that there were things that she needed to explain. During the visit, Erene expressed her sorrow for not being an active part of her daughter's life, but had watched her closely, and was impressed with how she had grown. When Didyme asked why she left so soon after her birth, she explained that she could not be a good mother to her, and that there were other forces at work preventing her from staying. Amongst other revelations that came out from this visit, was the claim that Erena was in fact Enyo, the Greek goddess of War and Destruction. Both Didyme and her father were quick to dismiss the claims, Didyme simply because she didn't believe her, and Hayden because he though she was trying to manipulate them.

Sensing things were difficult, Enyo tried to plead her case, but found it difficult. Eventually, sensing that it was a lost battle, she dropped the matter, but asked if she could stay with the family and get to know Didyme better. Didyme was reluctant, but her father agreed it would be a good idea.

What followed was a tense week, in which Didyme and her mother frequently clashed and argued, culminating in a large argument which resulted in Didyme destroying a large portion of the rear of her house in her rage. This event alone was enough to prove to Hayden and Didyme that her mother was telling the truth. Whilst Hayden hoped that their acceptance of the fact would lead to them being a family again, he was sadly wrong, when Enyo once again left. In fact, nothing was ever heard from Enyo again, although Didyme has always been under the impression that she has continued to watch her from afar.

Shortly after her fourteenth birthday, Didyme received a letter in the mail, stating that she had been accepted in Amrita Academy. Both Didyme and her father thought this was odd, as they had both agreed to homeschool her. Knowing that neither of them made the application, they realised that Enyo must have sent the application, a fact which was further proven when they learnt of what Didyme could learn at the school, including learning more about her abilities that come with being a demi-god.

Reluctantly, Hayden agreed to let her go, and Didyme has been attending the academy ever since. A gifted student, Didyme does well in her lessons, and is often praised by her teachers for her answers. She is a member of a handful of clubs at the school (most notably sport related ones) and frequents events held by the staff. Her only issues at the academy stem from her being disruptive in lessons and starting fights with other students.

Other: Her father continues to work at Winchester University, and is one of their most highly regarded professors.

Didyme is a demisexual.

Didyme is fluent in Greek and proficient in Latin.
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The Kalos Queen

Name: Fae Beaufort
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Year: Third

Class: Demi-God
Domain: Magic & Sorcery.

Mystiokinesis: As the daughter of Hecate, Fae has the ability to channel and manipulate magical energy. This ability is rather versatile in that she can use it to produce a variety of effects, such as producing illusions, wind, explosive energy etc. However, the more powerful the energy she seeks to create/control, the more strain this ability has on her. This ability also allows her to make use of spell casting and potion crafting, so long as she has the correct words/ingredients to use respectively.

Vitakinesis: Using her magical abilities, Fae possesses the ability to produce healing energy/magic that can be used on herself or others. This ability has primarily only been used for more minor injuries, as the greater the injury the more difficult it is for her to heal/handle.

Enhanced Intellect: Being the daughter of the Goddess of Trivial Knowledge, Fae has a highly keen natural intellect, something she can apply to her studies or to a combat situation.

Magical Resistance: As the daughter of the Goddess of Magic, Fae possesses a resistance to magical abilities, particularly those that seek to influence her mind. This is a resistance, and therefore can still be influenced if the magic is strong enough. This ability may apply slightly to some physical magical abilities, though not to great effect, meaning these still cause great harm to her e.g. being hit with a blast of fire.

Parents: Hecate (Goddess of Magic, Sorcery, Light, Crossroads, & Trivial Knowledge/Mother) and Eric Beaufort (Demi-God son of Apollo/Father)

Appearance: Fae is an attractive young woman who prides herself on her appearance. Standing at 5'6" Fae is of a more average height, though always appears taller due to generally wearing heels. Fae is slender in figure, and although she has good physical strength (on account of being a Demi-God) she lacks extensive musculature, adding to her more petite, womanly shape. Fae has fair skin, strawberry blonde hair and lilac coloured eyes. Fae prefers to keep her hair at a longer length, reaching below her shoulders, and tends to style it, generally giving it a nice curl around the bottom in order to maintain her appearance.In addition, though her hair is typically a lighter hue of strawberry blonde, Fae is known to darken it, or sometimes temporarily change the colour of it to suit her mood. Fae possesses softer features, with a small nose, long eyelashes and meticulously cared for eyebrows. Though Fae tends not to go too overboard with it, she does pride herself on always wearing a nice amount of makeup to enhance her beauty, preferring to look pretty in most situations.

Through Fae's wealthier lifestyle, she has a strong sense of fashion that she seeks to follow in any situation. Fae tends to dress in dresses or skirts, with nice coats and heels of some form (whether a boot or a pump). So long as Fae looks nice and well presented, she is open to most fashions, though personally would tend to avoid styles that she considers to be 'trashier'. Fae tends to like colour coordination, so a go-to outfit may be something like a navy coat-dress, a white shirt, and white stockings with heels, a tie and a hair ribbon in a matching burgundy colour. Alternately, Fae may be found wearing softer colours such as pastels, though it depends on how she feels. Fae enjoys wearing some jewellery, though prefers not to go in excess. It is common to see her with a pair of earrings and a matching necklace of her choosing, though may also be found wearing rings or bracelets depending on how she is feeling. Overall, Fae chooses to dress in a stylish, feminine way, made complete with the arsenal of expensive perfumes she carries at her disposal.

Personality: Fae tends to have a softer personality, preferring to be kind to her peers rather than outright rude to them. Though Fae takes pride in her appearance, which gives her some degree of vanity, she is typically a calmer, more relaxed individual who is focused on her studies, though is happy to converse and enjoy herself with other people.

Fae tends to be agreeable to most situations, so long as they are favourable, though will speak up in a situation that she is displeased by. As such, Fae is generally well received by the students around her. Fae enjoys spending time with others, though also enjoys time to herself to focus on her studies and the practice of her abilities when she can.

In saying this, Fae is still a teenage girl, so she is not above things such as partying, gossiping or seeking out males. Fae generally won't allow herself to get too wild, though she does enjoy partying and is looking to find some form of relationship to help get her through the remainder of her schooling. As such, Fae is not above acting flirtatious in behaviour, and can be manipulative of a person in a situation that she deems fit, particularly when she is flirting.

Growing up with a wealthier background, Fae is not particularly tolerant of situations that she deems to possess adverse conditions, and may become uncomfortable if she is put in a situation she is unaccustomed to. Overall however, she seeks to be tolerant, though would prefer to remain within the comfort of her own wealthier lifestyle.

History: Growing up in a wealthy city in England, Fae was brought up in a lifestyle of fortune and prosperity. Born the daughter of the Goddess of Magic, Hecate, and of a Demi-God father, Fae was raised with the knowledge of her godly ancestry. From a young age, Fae grew to know her mother to some extent, who would visit her when she could and teach her about magic and about the history of her ancestry, ensuring that Fae would be a viable candidate to join her mother's domain.

Seeing as both of Fae' parents were of godly blood, Fae never had to hide her abilities in her home (unless they had guests) and began to develop her abilities at a young age. Growing up, Fae had a generally happy childhood, as not only did she come from a background of wealth, but she was also able to develop her inherent abilities at her own pace. At first her abilities manifested primarily in her intellect and in minor feats of magic, such as making feathers float or manipulating droplets of water. However, after practicing and developing her abilities with the help of her father, and when time permitted, her mother, Fae was able to learn to control her magic to a decent extent by the age of 10.

After her 10th birthday, Fae's mother Hecate found herself less able to visit and train Fae as often as she once did. However, she began to leave her daughter with tomes/grimoires that contained incantations and potions for her to practice and use her abilities (as the daughter of the Goddess of Magic and Sorcery) through. As such, Fae took a keen interest in studying magical lore and sought out to perfect her magical abilities in any way she could.

Though she had been attending and excelling in a regular school, the combined result of Fae's studious nature and enhanced intellect, her father recognised that Fae required an education in her abilities, and in her history, knowing that she would have to attend Amrita academy at some point. In order to make up for this for the time being, Eric taught his daughter everything he knew about healing, an ability that he inherited from his father, Apollo, though something Fae could still make use of due to her magic. However, the more he taught her, the more worried he got that he would run out of things to teach her, which is why he was hugely relieved when Fae received her acceptance letter and was enrolled in Amrita Academy.

Upon attending Amrita, Fae was thrilled to discover that she had been admitted into a school that was full of individuals of godly or supernatural ancestry as she was, and devoted herself to the practice, study and development of her knowledge and abilities while at the school. Fae's presence at the school was generally well received by the staff and students, which combined with the education she was receiving, made Fae overjoyed to be studying at Amrita.

Other: Fae is proud of her lineage, being that 3/4 of it is godly, though is slightly envious of her peers that are completely of godly blood.

Fae wishes to be able to join, and potentially inherit her mother's domain one day.

Fae possesses knowledge of Ancient texts and writing, particularly those of Greek or Roman origin, an ability owed to her studious nature and an enhanced natural capacity to possess/understand trivial knowledge.
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*Jean Grey*

Night Triumphant
Name: Jessalyn MacDougall (Jessie, Jess, J)

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Year: Fourth

Class: God

Domain: Death


Reaper's Scythe - Jessalyn, as the goddess of Death, can call upon her own personal weapon in battle - this takes the form of a large, black iron scythe adorned with chains and a single skull with glowing red eyes.

Necromancy - Jessalyn has the ability to summon the spirits of the dead, as well as raise bones from the grave, in order to communicate with the deceased, as well as use them to attack others. So far, she can only carry this out when in the vicinity of a graveyard, near a portal to the underworld, or if there's at least one dead buried within a 10-foot radius.

Enhanced Strength - Most gods have enhanced strength, but thanks to an endowment from her mother, Jessalyn has even further enhanced strength, allowing her to be unexpectedly one of the best fighters in the school. Odin and the Morrigan agreed that some of the dead are just difficult to handle, based on stories from other Death gods, and some were even known to actually cheat death, giving inevitable headaches. Thus, they bestowed their daughter with a foolproof method of handling people who regularly bail out of things, something both of the possess...that is, the capability to overpower and wrangle them, whether it's their mortal bodies or their souls...souls of the dead are as heavy as when they were once living people after all (only the gods of Death know this, of course)! No, nothing like elephants as of the moment...elephants are stupid enough to be cooperative after all and never once gave any headaches in history. But yes, people.

Death Aria - Jessalyn is capable of actually outright inflicting death onto someone. She accomplishes this by first, pulling on the soul of the target whom she intends to her her victim. Once she gets ahold of them, her power into a soaring aria that has the ability to hold her victim and force them to listen as she drains them of their life force. The victim falls into a deep, paralyzing sleep that grows closer to death as the song progresses. It can only target one victim at a time, however, and said victim has to be within a close radius for Jessalyn to keep her hold on their soul. Also, death only comes when she actually finishes the whole song while the victim is still in her hold. Anyone can pull the victim away from the effective radius, of course, and said victim would just end up sleeping for several hours instead. Besides, the entire aria is 10 minutes long, giving a pretty wide window for anyone to pull the victim away from the vicinity. She can only attempt this once every three days, failed attempts included, of course, due to the fatigue it induces on her. No, this doesn't at all work on gods or demigods, but rather, only on humans so far.

Vitality Drain - Jessalyn can concentrate her Death powers into her hands, allowing her to sap a person's life force via skin-to-skin contact, whether in a hand-to-hand fight or by holding them, tiring them out or weakening them quicker than one would expect. Her bare skin must touch their bare skin, however. As of now, her power only go as far as to make her victims feel drained, fatigued and get the urge to lie down and sleep...she can't kill anyone with it (sorry, no death by shagging yet lol), only weaken or fatigue them gradually.

Summon Minions - Jessalyn can summon spectral animal minions as companions. Her favorite ones take the form of wolves (her father's symbol) and ravens (both her father's and her mother's symbol), and she uses them for a variety of purposes - scouting for something or someone, for instance.

Revenant - Jessalyn's protective mechanism as the goddess of Death. The life force in her body does not escape unlike in the case of mortals, so essentially, if she's on the verge of death, her life force, instead of leaving, rises a bit before bouncing back inside her, healing and restoring her, allowing her keep living.

Parents: Odin (Norse God of Death, War, Magic and the Sky; Father), The Morrigan (Irish Goddess of Death, Fate and War; Mother), Cassidy MacDougall (Surrogate mother), Erik Gallagher (Adoptive father...uh...it's complicated and messed up)


Jessalyn is a tall, dark beauty. She is 6'1" tall, with a lean and muscular, toned, long-legged body and a light, Celtic skin tone. Her long raven hair is slightly wavy and goes down to her waist, though it is usually done in either a messy, loose braid or in a simple, unkempt ponytail, with long bangs falling to the left of her face. Her facial features are strong and can be described as "dramatic", with dark, arched brows, a straight nose, an angular face shape and striking emerald-colored eyes framed with long, dark lashes often coated in black mascara - one of the few types of makeup she chooses to wear aside from black eyeshadow and black eyeliner. Her teeth are slightly yellow, as she smokes a lot. Her breasts are very large and prominent - and she isn't shy about them either. Jessalyn's navel is pierced and decorated with a gunmetal-colored skull stud. Her other piercings include three on each ear, decorated with dark cross-shaped studs and dark hoops, and one on her left nostril, adorned with a gunmetal-colored hoop. She also has a tattoo of a tribal-style wolf on her upper-left arm, as well as a pair of raven wings on her back. Her hands and forearms have scars of varying lengths, caused by a a number of beatings she had to endure from higher-ups while she was still part of a gang. Though as a goddess, she has the capacity to heal them, she chooses not to, and prefers to wear her scars as badges of courage and survival. On the knuckles of her left hand are gang tattoos, each knuckle bearing the Gaelic letters of her former gang.

Jessalyn is one who dislikes particularly girly or classy clothing, as well as light colors. Do not try to put her in a pastel dress unless you have a death wish. She loves black, has a huge weakness for skulls of all sorts, rips in her clothes and the like, and enjoys wearing dark styles. Her most commonly-worn piece of clothing is a zip-up leather vest with a skeleton ribcage print in dark gray. This vest also has an attached hood (not in leather, mind you) with its front having a printed skull in the same dark gray. Jessalyn gravitates towards shirts that either have skull prints, fishnet, rips and tears in them (with or without safety pins) or any combination of them. Unlike most people, she isn't at all ashamed of her cleavage either, and she shows it, even though it *might* be against regulation. For bottoms, she favors pants and shorts rather than dresses or skirts. She's most commonly seen wearing tight, black leather pants with rips on the knee, or shredded black denim minishorts. For shoes, she generally favors heavy, sturdy boots, usually either black lace-up combat boots or knee-high black boots decorated with belts that have skulls and sharp spikes on them. She wears black leather fingerless gloves with iron knuckle studs almost all the time, and also often wears a black newsboy hat with a skull print and a Celtic cross pin...even in class. Aside from her piercings, the only jewelry she wears is a black iron chain around her neck. Jessalyn hates formal dresses, partly because it's so uncomfortable, and partly because of her bad experiences around Erik. Expect her to show up at a party in her street clothes (or dressed in shadows conjured up by Arcturus - she got kicked out for doing this once) whenever possible, though when forced to dress formally, she prefers to wear rather...interesting and subversive clothes.

Personality: Jessalyn is someone who's difficult to get to know, and her attitude can be described as prickly and troubled. Not the most sociable person, she finds it difficult to trust people and warm up to them. At times, she even pushes them away. She has a pretty good reason for being pessimistic and cynical however, as she's lived most of her life around people most would not consider as trustworthy. She doesn't give special treatment to people either...she's prickly to everyone she first meets...god, demigod, human or whatever. Having been used and manipulated for a good part of her life, she's very reluctant to trust anyone. She knows she's a goddess, hence wants to live a life where she's no one's tool. She is a free-spirited, rebellious and headstrong person by nature, very much taking after the warlike temperament of both her parents - slightly unusual for a death goddess - rather than the solemn, melancholic nature that usually comes with the territory. In fact, she has quite the temper - one that is very easy to set off. She is not one who enjoys listening to authority or being bound by strict rules, especially rules that she doesn't agree with, and prefers to do things according to her own set of principles on what she thinks is right. She knows that in death, everyone stands equal anyway, so why follow stupid rules made by people who most likely wouldn't be in authority once they pass on? Thus, she shows clear issues with authority even in school. She calls just about everyone by their first names or nicknames, never with titles or honorifics - things she knows do not matter at all in death. She's not a fan of institutions in general, and relies on herself to choose her own path, and for her, what's right is what works best and most effectively. She doesn't want to be anyone's tool or victim, and lashes out badly and violently against those whom she perceives will try to use her or manipulate her. Yes, for a death goddess, she has an awfully short temper, again thanks to her parents. She's the complete opposite of an idealist, preferring to be practical in her approach towards many things, and would willingly throw propriety out of the window any day, especially if it gets the job done. She's an independent girl who would much rather rely on herself to take care of and fix things rather than choose to lean on others. Rather than choosing to deal with the authorities who had the inclination to turn a blind eye towards gang activity, she took matters into her own hands and handled Erik on her own. Her heart is in the right place most of the time, it's just that the methods she prefers and her way of thinking can sometimes make her seem uncaring and cold, when in fact, she's actually a hot-blooded and warm person deep inside. She also doesn't take kindly to betrayal either, being used or getting on her bad side. She doesn't let go of anger easily. Rather, she holds terrible grudges that extend beyond the grave, and she never forgets when someone wrongs her. She's one who goes for revenge rather than make the first move to forgive.

Jessalyn is not what one considers feminine, and is actually the farthest thing from a girly-girl, with boyish and far-from-refined interests. Thanks partly to her experiences and partly to taking after her mother, The Morrigan, she is streetwise, reckless and far from proper. For her, trying to be a "lady" would only cause her suffering and headaches, hence, she chooses to just be herself, without compromising anything. Plus, she couldn't die under almost all circumstances anyway, so she might as well live life the way she wants to - daringly, freely and dangerously. What's there to fear, when the worst thing that can happen to her is to die? And Death, she knows, isn't totally a bad thing. She thinks living life cautiously and pretentiously is a total waste of time. She's not affected by what others think about her tendencies, and makes no effort to please. She's very outspoken, swears a lot and isn't ashamed about it, and her foul language extends towards everyone, even if she considers you a friend...she doesn't mince her words at all. In fact, she swears so much that she probably has the foulest mouth in school. Unlike most full-blooded gods, however, Jessalyn is not one to discriminate based on one's lineage. As mentioned before, she knows that in death, everyone stands equal, and thus, she thinks it's logical and right to treat every acquaintance the same way, since they'll all end up the same way anyway. While this means she can be very rude to her superiors, this also means that she's just as likely to befriend a demigod, a personification or a human as she would befriend a god...as long as she can fully trust them, of course. Jessalyn has quite a number of vices, and she's especially skilled at pool and many card games, and is not fazed by opponents bigger than her, being trained at bare-handed fighting (the one thing she appreciates from being part of a gang) and is naturally strong (a gift from her parents; her punch is particularly painful) herself. She's one to take her bets and bargains seriously, and just like how any death god hates it when one cheats death, she hates it when people try to cheat her at just about anything, death or otherwise. For her, a deal's a deal, and she'd usually resort to using violent methods (coupled with both Odin's and the Morrigan's bloodthirstiness that she inherited, the gangster in her never died) or her powers if people don't cooperate. She does think that rather than diplomacy (gods does she hate pretentious, silver-tongued diplomacy) or strategical planning, "might makes right" applies in dealing with and fixing a lot of situations and acts on this a lot, which can get her into a lot of trouble at times. She's very much a risk-taker by nature, preferring to take her chances than do nothing...death isn't anything for her to be afraid of anyway. A brave and fearless girl, she believes in her own capabilities, as mentioned above, and never backs down from a challenge, not even when the stakes are high enough to scare others off. Hardly anything scares her, come to think of it...she's very accustomed to blood, and can watch even the most frightening sights and not be fazed by them. Gods of Death have strong stomachs after all.

Under this however, she is still a caring person, and has a certain way of looking out for people that isn't exactly the softest. She might be difficult to get along with and is often suspicious of others due to her trust issues stemming from her youth, and she often ignores her heart in favor of what's practical and rational, but once she opens up and learns to trust, she's someone you'd be proud to call a friend. She helps her friends in her own way, protects them the best she could, and stands up for them without hesitation. She might be intimidating, cynical and difficult, yet she does have a tender, if hardened, heart somewhere in there. She might be moody and easily angered, but she definitely has a better side, though it's rarely seen and manifests in less-than-traditionally-gentle ways. In terms of romance, she's pretty reluctant to get into a relationship due to her previous experiences with Erik, and would like to think that she shouldn't be falling in love. Like every normal person though, she has emotions, and is not immune to perhaps falling for someone. Expect her to deny it a lot when it happens, though. She thinks love is stupid and makes one weak and vulnerable, after all. She also does not like getting into relationships with much older men, thanks to her previous experiences...this doesn't stop some people from spreading rumors about her sleeping around to get better grades, however.

Jessalyn is naturally drawn to the dark side in just about everything. Her music taste consists of death metal, black metal, doom metal and most other heavy forms of metal, as well as harder types of punk rock and the like. She enjoys riding fast on her motorcycle, daring others to race her at dangerous speeds often, and she continues to do so, even while studying and no longer having to buy her own freedom. Her wardrobe is very, very black and she loves macabre motifs. She is also surprisingly a great cook, and knows how to utilize even the oddest ingredients in creating delicious meals, a skill she learned from one of her roommates. Also, though she might not look it, she has a lovely soprano singing voice, something she is particularly ashamed of because of how Erik used to praise her for it, and would coerce her to sing for him. She never reveals this particular talent of hers, and prefers that nobody knows about it, as said skill is very contrary to how she is, and also reminds her too much of Erik (and her time as his "dark siren"). This voice has the power to take its victim's soul and kill them, however...and how she wishes that said power would manifest elsewhere sooner, other than her voice.

Jessie is practical, street-smart and confident in her abilities, knowing her way around many things and how to take care of herself. Of course, this means that she often doesn't rely on others and instead, tries to deal with just about anything on her own, as much as possible. Her issues are her own to deal with, and, knowing that she can handle a lot of things by herself, hates it when people impose on her and try to help her out, having the impression that needing help is equivalent to being helpless and weak. While she has good practical intelligence, however, she is not at all book-smart or an academic, and isn't the best student. Books bore her in general, and she's prone to skipping out on regular studying and instead, she crams before tests. She's no outright failure at all, but she only does enough to pass the subjects she isn't very interested in.

As mentioned above, Jessie being a goddess means that she partakes in very risky behavior. This of course, extends to smoking and drinking alcohol. Her goddess physiology means that she couldn't get drunk, and thus, drinks heavily and strongly, preferring the hardest of drinks.

History: Odin was a bored god. Well, any god would be bored if they had to sit in Valhalla and make sure everything was going smoothly with the dead. Besides, Frigga was boring him and his loins for a while already, and he needed something different, a change of pace if he could. Hence, he decided to take a well-deserved break and travel to different realms. It was in the gods' realm above the Emerald Isles when he saw her. Long dark hair, a beautiful face stained in blood, a strong body clad in bones and raven feathers, and death in her eyes, the Morrigan was a different species of Death deity altogether, one closer to his own nature, which made him forget about Frigga at that moment. Lust overcame him, and the Morrigan, being unattached herself, reciprocated the action. Though Odin at first, planned to travel to different realms for two weeks, he ended up spending said two weeks with the Morrigan, to the point that they decided that there needed to be more death gods like themselves. However, the two of them needed a mortal to give birth to their offspring. They were gods after all, they were bound to be busy. The Morrigan knew that she wasn't the best mother to take care of a young child, herself. They spent their last day together looking for a suitable surrogate, and found Cassidy MacDougall, a beautiful Irish immigrant who lived in Boston, was a promising art student and a wealthy fiance named Brian Kelly. Immediately, they went through with conceiving their child, foolhardily forgetting that neither redheaded Cassidy nor Brian had dark hair.

When Cassidy gave birth to a dark-haired young girl, whom she named Jessalyn and who neither resembled Brian nor Cassidy herself, Brian was enraged. He accused her of cheating on him and immediately broke off their engagement. It wasn't only him, however. Her parents told her that they were ashamed of her, and turned her out on the streets without a penny to her name. They removed her from the university she was studying at as well. Now, she could have just abandoned young Jessalyn and easily made her own way in life, but brave Cassidy toughed it out and worked odd jobs to support herself and her baby. When it all became too much for her and when she found herself at wit's end, however, she turned to one of the most powerful Irish crime rings in Boston to seek help. Erik Gallagher, the owner of the local theater, one of its highest-ranking members and an ugly man with burn scars covering half his face, agreed to give her the money, on the condition that she pay it all back with interest after three years. Cassidy promised that she'd do anything, as long as they could help her. So, she received the money alright, and she obtained herself the necessary documents in order to secure a waitressing job. However, over the next three years, she realized that the job didn't pay nearly as much as she needed. Fearing for her child's life, Cassidy decided that she had to leave Boston and hide. However, Erik caught her, and as she did not have the money, he decided to take Jessalyn in instead, assuring Cassidy that there wasn't going to be any more problems if she did. However, Erik lied, and the next day, making sure the child knew nothing, he had his underlings shoot Cassidy dead. Every deal had its price, after all.

Thus, four-year-old Jessalyn, or Jessie as she was more often called, was taken in by Erik and raised as his daughter. As Erik was one of the highest-ranking members of the crime ring, he had a lot of money at his disposal and thus, raised Jessie in comfort for the next few years of her life, without divulging to her the exact nature of his work. Erik initially seemed to be a doting father figure, taking care of her in an uncharacteristically tender manner that seemed so contrary to his face and his notorious reputation. The girl grew up to be strong-willed, stubborn and sociable, enjoying roughhousing and playing outdoors, as well as inside Erik's theater with the male kids of the gang. She also had an oddly macabre taste for someone so young...she took joy in beheading her dolls and playing "funeral" and "hangings", rather than more conventional "playing house" with the female kids, and enjoyed hiding inside the stage trapdoors. In school, while she wasn't the best student (she wasn't an academic), she did get by and managed to have her own friends. She thought at that time, that everything was going to be alright, and life was going to be normal for her. Erik often praised her for her looks, her stubbornness, her skill at pool (he was a very good player and taught her) and the lovely voice she was revealed to have after he caught her singing one of the songs he often listened to. Sometimes, he wished for her to be more feminine and to be less rough around the other kids, as well as less morbid in taste, but he felt that it was a small price to pay for taking in someone who could potentially be an asset to the gang, though the still-naive Jessie did not know about his true plans, nor did she know the truth about what exactly lay under the theater...

Truth be told, Erik was only waiting for the right moment before he could involve Jessie in the gang's crimes as well as make his move on her (creepy and lonely man that he is, he found her hauntingly beautiful even as a child, and her voice just added to her appeal, despite her rough nature), and that moment did come, when Jessie was eleven years old. Right after the end of one of Erik's productions, Jessie noticed that none of the "actors" had emerged and come back, even after forty-five minutes had already passed. Noticing that the last scene involved the main characters disappearing, which meant going down the trapdoor, of course, Jessie decided to take a look for herself, rather than obey Erik's order to wait. Inside the trapdoor, she noticed that what was once a wall that she swore was there before, now opened up to a tunnel, which she then entered. As she passed through its length, she heard voices, some of which were familiar to her - voices whose owners were people who were acting onstage hours earlier, and some which she couldn't put a face to. Though rats skittered past her and cobwebs hung low, Jessie wasn't at all fazed and instead, kept going, almost like a born queen of the underground (maybe the first true hint that she was perhaps, more than human). It was only a matter of time before the passageway opened up into a large underground room, and gathered in there were several people, some of them being the actors who were onstage during the performance, some of them unfamiliar, and most importantly, Erik was among them. Immediately, she knew that this was something she was not meant to see or hear, and that the wise thing to do was to run back and pretend to have not seen anything. Jessie, however, was no coward and instead of turning back, she did the opposite and made her way into the chamber. Erik took a look at her and, instead of yelling at her and making her leave, he smirked and calmed down the others, telling them that everything was alright, and that the girl was eleven - she might as well know the truth and get involved. "What truth? What the hell have you been hiding?" Jessie asked. Erik had been nothing but kind to her, and while she didn't like exactly like raising her voice at the man she considered her father, the thought that he had been keeping a big secret from her was more than a little bothersome. What secret did he have to hide that involved a large, hidden meeting place under his theater? At that moment, a few more people entered the underground chamber coming from the other end, from a tunnel that led to somewhere else. Some of their faces and hands were stained with blood, and they all held firearms, their pockets bulging with things that Jessie suspected she could guess correctly. Before she could say anything, however, Erik assured them that "MacDougall is a strong girl. She'll take to this, alright." While some of the people in the chamber took it as a good thing, others jeered at him with insults that compared him unfavourably to their old boss...that Erik had only half his looks, half a face yet less than half the ability. Later that night, Erik visited her in her bedroom, asking her to come sleep with him for the night. Jessie refused, again asking for answers. Erik placed his hands on her shoulders and told her that because he was a powerful man who had powerful allies, he inevitably had powerful enemies, and that it was only human nature to protect himself. "You do forgive me, do you?" He asked softly, and as Jessie pondered whether to do so, Erik tenderly kissed her on her head and placed a rough finger on her lips momentarily. Jessie looked at him and saw the loneliness and sadness in his dark eyes, the scars and burned flesh that marred the right half of his face, now that he had taken off the realistic half-mask he usually wore. From the time she knew him, she always held pity for him. The underground chamber wasn't the only time Erik's face was brought up; she wasn't deaf after all. And there had to be an explanation why Erik always went off alone, or why his subordinates often dropped things off and called him on the phone, rather than talk to him in person. He had always treated her kindly, always was tender with her...surely there was more beyond the mask he wore and the scars he bore, something that she, at least, saw? She didn't answer him, however, and instead lay down on her bed. Erik switched off the lights, but instead of leaving, he joined her on her bed and held her, kissing her once more, this time on her cheek. "Sing for me, my siren?" He asked, and Jessie sang, her high, clear soprano lulling him to sleep, while she lay with her eyes wide open into the morning.

Thus, beginning a few days later, Erik started to show his "gang leader" side more often around Jessie, as he started to train her to become one of them. It started with small, simple things...learning some lines and some songs, knowing where the underground passageways led to and fighting lessons. Now fighting, she took to very quickly and admittedly loved to do, as she was already a rough-and-tumble child to begin with. Erik decided to add musical productions as part of his theater offerings (in reality, a cover-up for gang activities and meetings), in order to take advantage of Jessie's voice and rather developed looks...he even went so far as to cast her in many of the leading roles of his productions, claiming that only she had the voice to carry them (in reality, this was a way to make sure Jessie was occupied enough not to go do anything stupid that could expose them...twelve-year-olds were loose-lipped after all). By day, she went to school like a seemingly normal girl, but from late afternoon to late night, she had a very different life. Hiding under the trapdoor was no longer a fun pastime, rather, she regularly had to walk through the tunnel and show up, whether to collect and store the illegal substances being brought in, to handle bodies, or to clean up the enforcers and their weapons to remove evidence of their activities. Soon, her tasks gradually into something that rang warning bells in the young girl's head. Suddenly, messages had to be delivered to other places in Boston and even outside the city, mysterious packages had to be smuggled past high-security places and to the hands of strangers in exchange for money, and the girl started to learn how to do things such as create small explosives in Erik's makeshift "laboratory" in his basement, and use firearms. Her fighting lessons grew more brutal, but frankly, that was the thing she was least concerned about. Fighting and being fit was not a bad thing, but she did not enjoy being pushed around like a gopher to do the other things expected of her and she hated how she couldn't ask any questions. She hated being forced to memorize lines and the sense of being owned and held captive that she now felt. It did not help her now-conflicted and tumultuous feelings that the 50-something-year-old Erik had developed a particularly strange interest on her when she was twelve, starting to make subtle advances on the girl, kissing her on the cheek and tender words at first, but quickly moving into kissing her on the lips and asking her to sleep with him. Every night, he would ask her to sing for him, and he even bought her some very odd white outfits - delicate outfits in fine material that looked like a cross between lingerie and a wedding gown - which he had her put on for some nights.

At twelve, she embarked on her first real smuggling operation and at thirteen, she shot her first victim, knew all of the crime ring's secret hideouts and started working as an assistant in the gang's various rolling meth labs, the higher-ranking members often making her work with dangerous substances. What made matters worse, Erik started making actual moves on her when she was nearly fourteen, and actually had his way with her more than a few times. At first, she would allow herself to accept his hugs, kisses and touches, sleep with him in his room, and would oblige to sing for him when he asked, partially because her conflicted feelings included the positive ones she held towards him in his youth, and because part of her still pitied him, and knew the loneliness he felt due to his bad reputation and ugly face. Her actions caused her to be notorious throughout the the crime ring as Erik's alleged "bitch". Being a self-aware individual, however, it only took some months for her to be disgusted with herself as to how low she had gone. Why was she doing this? Why was she allowing her previous impression of Erik to give herself such rotten judgment? Why was she allowing him to use her? Knowing that it was partially her fault, she decided that she didn't want to be Erik's slave any longer. She wasn't a doll, she wasn't a thing. Thus, she began to lock herself in her bedroom, refused to sing to him any longer, and tore up the white dresses he had bought for her and made her wear for numerous occasions, whether in the bedroom or onstage. Gradually, the lingering pity she felt for him turned to hate. Maybe she thought she had seen the real him in the past, thought she could trust him, thought that he deserved her pity and compassion...but now she saw the real Erik, and she wanted him to die. One night, just a little over a month after her fourteenth birthday, she decided that she was going to leave, repercussions be damned. Erik had managed to make her sleep with him and sing him to sleep once more. Boldly, she pulled herself away from his arms and grabbed the gun that he kept under his pillow. Noticing that it was unloaded, she instead, bashed it on Erik's head several times, waking him up but also causing several head wounds that made him bleed. She kept going on until he was unconscious, before pulling herself out of the window and landing on the snow; the first snow of the season. She rationalized that even criminals needed their sleep, before heading for the direction of the cemetery, knowing very well that there were no hideouts in there. On her way, however, she got exhausted and rested against a street lamp. She wanted to take a breather before continuing on to the graveyard, but someone approached her before she could leave. It was a boy, a couple of years older than herself, who recognized her as the new star of Erik's theater. He introduced himself as Raoul, and wondered aloud why she was out alone in the middle of the night and in the cold. He asked all this with a sunny smile, which caused Jessie to snap at him, telling him to mind his own business. Raoul didn't give up, however, and instead chuckled as he heard her mutter "bastard" under her breath. This caused Jessie to briefly smile at him, before telling him that she had to leave. Raoul again asked her why she was in such a state, and Jessie only cryptically replied "Trust me, you don't want to know. The less you know, the better," before taking off.

Jessie sat alone in the graveyard, once more cursing Erik's name under her breath and muttering how she hoped that he bled out and died from his wounds. No tears fell from her face. In the morning, she was going to leave Boston once and for all and start a new life. She looked old enough, she was tall enough, and she had of course, seen enough in order to pass as a plausible young adult. She felt an initially cool feeling in her chest that gradually expanded and grew icier, before almost...exploding. Her hatred and her desire for Erik's death, as well as the deaths of all the others, she thought. She did not notice, however, that the soil in the graveyard began to stir. Soon, skeletal limbs poked out of the ground and pulled up their equally skeletal bodies. She only did notice when she heard clattering and footsteps grow closer to her. When she looked up and saw some skeletons come to her, she was at first, a bit surprised, but she somehow found their presence strangely comforting. Well, anyone was better company than Erik, but then again, anyone would find the company of walking skeletons terrifying...yet there she was, unafraid and almost familiar with them, and she didn't know why? Did she raise them up? No one else was at the graveyard. Curious, she strode over to the far side of the cemetery and stood in front of a closed grave. She placed her hand over it and focused. Again, the icy feeling expanded, and moments later, something grasped her hand. She looked and saw a skeletal hand and wrist, confirming her suspicions. At that moment, she heard another set of footsteps, this time without the clattering, coming from behind her. She tensed, and immediately, the skeletons and bodies she raised closed in on her, as if to protect her from the intruder. She looked back and saw someone familiar, though his head was bandaged crudely. Erik, she realized, as her face hardened and her green eyes narrowed. He had seen her, alright...but that did mean that he was going to dump her or kill her, right? She was wrong. Erik's mouth had curled into a smile as he pushed aside some of the skeletons and knelt in front of her. Rather than being afraid, Erik was impressed that she had such power, and frankly, he was also pleased. Now he knew he had some form of leverage over her, and with a girl with such powers on his side, perhaps one of those god-children often whispered about, everyone would respect him and fear him. His subordinates would stop making fun of him, and he was going to be powerful. Jessie asked him why he was at the graveyard, and Erik calmly replied that he had eyes all over the city, and that he saw exactly what she did. He then taunted her that they did live in the state where the witch trials once took place. Jessie spat, then told him to kill her, then. Being dead and free was better than being alive and his tool. Erik, however told her that no, it was such a waste of perfectly good powers, a perfectly good voice and a perfectly good face to kill her. "Come back with me, my siren, and I'll forgive you for your moment of weakness," he told her as he put his arms around her, a gesture which Jessie resisted. He knew how to make his little rebel comply, however, and his bargaining chip came in the form of the boy his subordinate had seen earlier, the one who had talked to Jessie. "What has Raoul done to you anyway? He's just a boy!" Jessie demanded. Erik shrugged, commenting that it was very easy to harm Raoul and perhaps, even easier to kill him. Jessie reluctantly agreed, but not before laying down her own terms. She was going to live in her own small apartment, she was going to spend her leisure time doing what she wanted and he was going to produce some false papers with her age bumped up a few years. Unbeknownst to them, Raoul, having followed Erik, heard everything from his hiding place close to the entrance of the cemetery, and he was terrified for Jessie, now understanding what she meant.

Two years passed, and Jessie began to discover more of her capabilities, which she deliberately hid from Erik as she realized that she was more than a Necromancer. What Necromancer could summon a scythe from nowhere? And then there was another...when she thought enough about it, she found that her hands could absorb any person's life force...which she used to her advantage, sparring with many of her higher-ups and winning, earning the ire of said men, which was what she wanted. She even used her newfound powers to stop Erik from interfering with her life on more than a few occasions, knocking him out cold, whether by using her enhanced strength, or draining him of his energy, allowing her to shirk off his tasks...she knew he couldn't do anything except threaten her. She dropped out of high school after her first year, deciding that there would be plenty of time for it once she got herself out. Instead, she used her falsified documents to take a bartending job - her height and developed looks allowing her to pass off as an adult. During nights when she wasn't being forced to sing in one of Erik's productions, attend meetings or carry out tasks, she worked and hustled in order to earn her own money to make a life for herself. She even defied some of Erik's orders in order to hustle instead. Such things made her feel more unrestricted, more free to live. In time, she bought her own motorcycle, giving her more freedom to get around (and frankly, to get away from riding in Erik's car). She saw Raoul more often, and the two of them grew close. Now that he knew of her predicament, he wasn't surprised by many things any longer, and Jessie seemed a bit happier at least. They grew closer, to the point that Jessie trusted him with the secret that only she and Erik knew. Turned out Raoul had seen what happened, and he promised to protect her from Erik. Jessie scoffed, telling him that she was entirely capable of taking care of herself, and Raoul simply answered by telling her that she needed to trust someone, at least one person, and assured her that he could be that person. She relented, and he became her confidante, and later on they entered a relationship. She knew that she had one objective, and that was to escape, however, and she never forgot about it...even if it meant letting go of Raoul to keep him out of danger.

One night, when she returned from a particularly messy job, two people were waiting for her in her small apartment. One of them was a strongly-built man with one blind eye, and the other was a dark-haired woman dressed all in black and blood red, a woman who looked quite a lot like Jessie herself. Jessie asked who they were, and they introduced themselves as Odin and the Morrigan, her parents. Unamused at what sounded like a joke, Jessie shook her head, telling them that she knew that her mother's name was Cassidy and that she died twelve years ago. Odin and the Morrigan began to explain, and when she heard the truth, Jessie was angry at them. Why were they so careless? Why did they not care when she ended up living with a monster? The Morrigan, however, countered "And didn't you end up strong because of it?" Odin nodded, and admitted to Jessie that they had indeed been careless, but she wasn't going to be a weak-willed goddess for sure. They always looked out for her, they said, yet they also wanted her to know life, because to understand life is an important thing for a deity of Death. Jessie was unconvinced. She had been lied to all her life, and anyone could come up to her doorstep and claim they were gods. She demanded proof, and immediately, the Morrigan got up, grabbed one of Jessie's pistols and fired it at her heart. Jessie collapsed, fully expecting to die...but she didn't. She got up a minute later, and Odin placed his hand over the wound, which healed it. Jessie placed her hand over it, knowing this was proof. She was not a necromancer...she was a goddess, and Erik really didn't know what he was in for. "That's it, I really am leaving. I'm through with that son of a bitch Erik Gallagher," she said as she began packing her essentials. Odin stopped her, however, telling her to remember that sometimes, the things she hated could hold great power, and that she should never forget it. He also told her that there was a school, a place where she could go to reach her full potential, a place for ones like her. They knew that she had dropped out after finishing her first year in a local school, so they decided that she was going to start as a sophomore for the new school year. Jessie said that she had to deal with a certain someone first, however. She knew that choosing not to confront her personal demon would not set her free.

A week after the incident, Jessie was once again onstage at Erik's theater, dressed in one of Erik's dreaded white dresses and performing her new role as the siren Lorelei in his new musical production, a production which he claimed, he wrote with her in mind. He had reminded her to head to the underground chamber after her last scene - it was imperative, otherwise, she was going to regret it. However, the sight of someone made her forget about Erik's threats altogether, reminding her that she knew and trusted someone. Raoul was in the front row of the audience, smiling at her as he held a red rose in his hand. As Jessie finished the final notes of her last song and descended down the trapdoor on cue, she did not make her way towards the tunnel. Rather, she ascended the steps heading for backstage, then out to the wings of the stage itself. Raoul was waiting for her, and she made her way towards him and hugged him, accepting the rose. Jessie divulged to him her plan to really leave for good, and this time, Raoul understood, the scene he had witnessed two years earlier never entirely leaving his mind. As she predicted, Erik showed up after some time, grabbed Raoul and began to beat him up, furious that he dared show his face. Jessie saw red and black...what had Raoul done? Erik on the other hand, did not deserve to live, not after all he had done. At that moment, she understood what Odin had told her a week ago, and she told Raoul to leave the theater, assuring him that this was her own business, and that he should forget about her if he wanted to stay alive in Boston. She then grabbed Erik by his collar and punched him numerous times, each punch draining more and more of his life force until he was weak enough to let go of Raoul. The weakened older man taunted her despite his state, pointing out that she wouldn't kill him...she wouldn't dare, not after all he had done for her. All she did was drag him far enough away from Raoul, shove him up roughly by the shoulders. She then began to sing a haunting aria, one that arrested Erik so much that he did not move. As she sang, his eyes fluttered closed and he smiled as his body grew limp, and at the end of it, his heart had stopped and he breathed no longer. Exhausted, Jessie dragged herself away. It was over. She was free.

Now a senior at Amrita Academy, Jessie has a bad reputation and often gets into a lot of trouble for breaking rules, starting fights and having issues with authority. She isn't a popular student thanks to her general hostility towards many people, her image, choices of activities, rebellious behavior and her less-than-stellar grades. Her tendency to call teachers by their first names rather than with their proper titles only serve to fuel the rumors that she sleeps with her teachers to get passing grades - even though in reality, she doesn't like sleeping with much older people in general. Some gods have also expressed contempt towards her when she actually chose to befriend a few non-gods. She's no academic - being a crammer and her grades being borderline passing, and preferring to partake in risky, daring activities outside school, such as drag racing, gambling, drinking and taking bets rather than study or join clubs. She even smokes and smuggles alcohol into the campus on occasion, reasoning out that for gods, alcohol is water anyway. As of recently, some of the higher-ups have been very concerned about her standing, and urged her to join some clubs. Reluctantly, she chose some sports clubs as well as one of the darker magic clubs. For some reason, however, she refuses to join Theater or the glee club...

- Loves dogs, is not a cat person.
- She's a soprano, not an alto...which makes her even more ashamed of her singing voice!
- Her favorite color is obviously black.
- For some time already, she's been asking Odin and the Morrigan when her strongest Death power would manifest elsewhere other than her voice. Both of them laugh it off, telling her that once she becomes stronger, it would manifest in other forms.
- Always caught breaking curfew.
- Is often rumored to be sleeping with several teachers. Her insistence to call her teachers by their first names does not help matters.
- Currently rides a Ducati 1299 Panigale with a custom paint job - black with heavy metal motifs.
- Though she doesn't seem like it, she's bisexual.
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My will be done

Name: Frederick Dewin

Gender: Male

Age: 18.

Year: Fourth

Class: Human

Abilities: He is capable of extreme acrobatic feats, from running on walls for a short time to jumping vast distances. Note that these are simply Olympic level showcases of athleticism, and not superhuman in any way.

Personality: Frederick wouldn't have gotten into a school for Gods if we was humble. A complete showoff, the only reason he's still alive at this school are due to his speed. Everything must go fast for him, from his cars, to whatever class he's sitting in. He gets bored and distracted easily.

Appearance: Extremely tall and thin, Frederick is completely bald.
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I'm baby?
Staff member
If allowed, I would like to reserve a place for a Demi-God of Magic and Sorcery (Hecate). Thanks! :)
of course! I'll put you down

I probably did so many things wrong here, but I've got to try! André demands to be used! I'm scared.

Name: André Bellamy
I honestly see nothing wrong with this sign up, as such I'm declaring you our first accepted player.

Can I reserve a God/Demigod of Death? Not sure which one yet, hehe. XD
Of course!

Beh. my WIP was bad so i removed it. Gonna read more into this later this evening when (hopefully) im done with moving.
Reserving a God, please?

Class: God
Domain: The Night
Parents: Nyx (Goddess of the night) and Astraeus (Titan God of Dusk, the Stars and Astrology)
Sounds fine to me, I'll put you down for one.


Name: Frederick Dewin

Gender: Male

Age: 18, biologically 20 (due to time shenanigans.)

Year: Fourth

Class: Human

Abilities: Minor control over time (can speed up and slow time around him by about 50%, granting him super speed or a variety of other powers. He is no tougher than an average man, however).
I am going to have to ask you to change your power. It is a little too god-like for what I want the humans to have. (Think of it more like extreme talents that could be mistaken for godly powers.)
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