Oh you thought.

A pair of demigods go metal detecting on a beach. Can't be that bad right? Well, turns out if you find a cursed medallion from the Graeco-Egyptian time period that draws you to a dude who's only been searching for power, turns out stuff goes wrong very quickly.

But will the other gods actually help you or are you on your own for the rest of who knows how long?

Will you even go back or will you not?

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Name: Nolian Terrence

Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Ace/Demi

Godly Parent: Neptune

Appearance:
Nolian Terrence stands approximately 6'0" even. Sometimes, he'll say "five foot twelve" for no good reason other than he can. An absolute dork. This slightly brainless nutwad, has soft blond hair. It's not a golden blond, more of a creamy blond. It offsets his warm skin tone and faded blue eyes. His eyes are almost... ish grey. But not quite. IF you can get close enough, you'll notice his warm skin is peppered--absolutely smattered--with freckles. There is, also, a notch through his eyebrow.

His build is more lean muscle, with broad shoulders and a good size to him. Nolian has a lot more muscle under his clothes than he seems to have.

His clothing is a lot more neutral than one might think. With a white button-up shirt tucked neatly into a brown leather belt with a gold belt buckle. These wrap around darker khaki trousers and fall neatly over his favorite saddleback shoes. Occasionally--more often than not--he'll wear an orange-brown vest over it and a watch on his right wrist.

However, that clothing doesn't stick around long when he travels back in time. He wears a loose toga-like wrap that allows him room to call his wings to visibility. It's a soft cream-white color with an orange sash around the middle. He can't quite find sandals that fit well--and stick around when he shifts between forms. So he's usually just barefoot.

Shifter? Oh yeah, so, he can turn into a Pegasus. Can't do much with water, he can breathe, but he can't do much.

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Personality:
If "an absolute dork" doesn't fit enough with Nolan's personality, then it's a bit more complicated than one would think. Nolan's dazzling grin, wide smile, bouncing personality is often energetic. There is a lot of energy behind his eyes. He grins, he smiles, he laughs.

He... refuses to show anything else. Nolian is always smiling, always laughing about one thing or another.

It's almost as if he literally can't compute any emotion that isn't... happy. Well, at least in front of others. Nolian's expression falls behind closed doors, letting himself feel the weight of everything only alone. Only ever alone.

No one else needs to be sad--there's plenty going on. If he's happy, others are happy.

I have heard of a lot of strange stuff on a beach. I have heard of old war stuff.

Alex walks over to Nolian. After the initial discomfort of him being taller than her, he seems to be a good companion. Looking around him, she sees a sandy gold circle. With a not so flattering bust on the "heads" side.

The metal detector beeps gently. Just the normal beep it does well idle. Alex looks in The medallion and reaches over to wiping with a sand off. Yeah not so flattering.

Nolian wasn't one to usually make a fuss of things but he was rather intrigued by this medallion in hand. He hadn't noticed her discomfort at all, that wasn't one of the things he usually for in a person. Normally people weren't that uncomfortable around him to begin with. Nolian liked to think he was a fairly free-flowing young man with an easy going personality.

He glanced over toward the young woman and tilted his hand to let her see the trinket he had picked up.

"I assume it's just a necklace pendant of some sort," he said with a loose shrug. "It might be old, it might not. I have no idea. It look interesting at least."

Nolian's faded blue eyes scanned over the medallion for a moment or two. "... can you feel that?"

Alex looked at The medallion again. "No, not really...wait ... the buzzing?"she asks. Feels like magic. Magic is trouble.

Alex peers at the strange object. There looks like some words carved at the top. But they're too eroded to read. And they're not in English anyway.

"I wonder who's face that is? Julies Cesar?" Alex wonders.

The sun reflects off the gold medal, making it a little tough to see. Half a step to the side stops the sun's antics in its tracks. Now she is standing a smidge farther away from Nolian, be she can see.

Contrary to popular belief, there was no words or inscription at the top or anywhere on the medallion itself. It was simply a gold looking coin-almost shape, with the bust of a man and the appearance.

Nolian tilted his head for a moment or two, studying the medallion in his fingers.

"It's not Roman by any means," he explained briefly. "The top of the clothing is far too Greek to be Roman. But the headpiece... I think it's Egyptian. If I remember right at least," Nolian rested his weight back on one foot. "It's cool whatever it is."

He set the metal detector on the sand, carefully, before walking toward the rolling waves of the ocean to shake off any stubborn sand or grime. It was the water.

The water that glittered off of the medallion and as he brought it back towards Alex, the shiver of a Greek power. The next thing he knew, he was standing on an entirely different beach, with Alex, and he wasn't sure what was happening just yet.