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vox!
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Literally CaseOh cant even game stream so hes streaming going inside and abandoned house 💀
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I believe $6 is the basic plan with ads
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I pay 17 for no ads
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I mean one of those fighters is a seasoned kegend the other is a meme so of course people want to see that wacky stuff

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netflix is 6 bucks?? here itÂ’s like $18
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Yes I knew it was behind
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I know. It's buffering
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IÂ’m having to use the data on my phone because the wifi will not be able to survive this and Netflix
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TeaXVahNovember 15, 2024 06:12 PM


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Name: Orsion
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: tbd
Godly Parent: Poseidon

Appearance:

Orion's appearance is fair. He has a good height of six foot and two inches with broad shoulders and sun-kissed skin from days out in the sun. He trained as a warrior in his youth and has done his fair share of battles--as such, he bears more than a few scars over his arms and shoulders with one that crosses from above his eyebrow and the bridge of his nose.

His eyes are a pleasant jade green color with his soft and gentle blonde hair tying the whole look together.

He usually wears simple togas or the occasional fancier style.

[art for this may come later lol]

Personality:

He is the type of guy to complain, to sass and to throw shade but to absolutely break down in the right moments.

This guy has a sort of playboy nature at first, with a dashing smile, a flirty grin and that dangerously mischevious look in his eyes. He's the type of guy to absolutely play around with no real thoughts in his head for a while until he actually has to think.

Or... so it appears.

Under the 'lol I'm kind of an idiot' mask, you'll find the inner brains are a massive mess of gears and wheels. His thoughts are a wild turn of keeping track of everything and anything. Everyone's emotions are kept track of, body language, the way they say things, the way they react. The things they say. Orsion keeps track of it and makes a mental note of it for later. He keeps track of them to either utilize later or ignore (or possibly blackmail, should the occasion arise).

Orsion remembers quite a few things--most of them random--but some of them are important. He notices who likes the center stage of attention, who doesn't and who doesn't care. Most of what he says and does is carefully crafted into the image he wants to portray.

Each image is crafted to get what he wants. That is the ultimate goal is to get what he wants. He will use whatever it takes to get to that goal and still look like the "good guy" in the end.

TeaXVahNovember 15, 2024 08:44 PM


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Full Name

Kyriakos

Aristos Achaion

Nicknames*

Kyrie

Name Pronunciation

Kee-ree-ah-kos

Name Meaning*

Of the Lord

Gender

Male

Pronouns

he/him

Sexuality*

Teehee

Familial Ties:

Elysia: Mother. Mortal, deceased

Leander: Adopted Father, living

Apollo: Godly Parent, absent

Ares: Uncle, blessed by

Personality

Kyriakos is a complex and multi-dimensional boy, shaped by his divine lineage, his destiny, and his relationships. His personality is a blend of arrogance, vulnerability, passion, and self-destructive tendencies.


At his core, Kyriakos is a deeply conflicted character. He is a man destined for greatness, but also burdened by the weight of that greatness. He is driven by the desire to be remembered, to achieve immortality through his deeds on the battlefield. There is a sense of inevitability to his nature—he is both the hero and the tragic figure, and he knows it. He is acutely aware of his own power and beauty, often reveling in the awe he inspires in others, but at the same time, he is haunted by the knowledge that his fate is sealed. His pride in his abilities and his status as the greatest warrior of his age can sometimes border on arrogance. Kyriakos knows his worth and is willing to demand respect, not just from his peers but from the gods themselves. His confidence is intoxicating, and he is often seen as an unstoppable force, both admired and feared by those around him.


However, beneath this exterior of godlike confidence, Kyriakos is also vulnerable, especially when it comes to his feelings for others.


Kyriakos also has a deep sense of honor, which both guides and traps him. His pride and his belief in his own superiority often lead him to make decisions that are both noble and foolish. When he feels slighted or wronged he can be stubborn to the point of recklessness. His sense of justice, though, is skewed by his own desires and emotions, and he often struggles to balance what is right with what he wants. This inner conflict often makes him appear petulant or rash, but at the same time, it makes him relatable. His struggles with duty, identity, and love are universal, despite his extraordinary circumstances.


Kyriakos’ anger is another key aspect of his personality. His rage is legendary, both on and off the battlefield. He has the capacity for devastating wrath, and when he is wronged or hurt, he can unleash a fury that is terrifying. This rage, though, is often tied to his emotions—his need to prove himself, his deep insecurities, and his fear of being forgotten. His anger is not just a response to others; it is a reflection of his internal turmoil and his ongoing battle with his destiny. He fears that his greatness will not be enough to fulfill the prophecy of his life, and in his anger, he seeks to control his fate, often pushing people away in the process.


Appearance

Kyriakos is depicted as a physically striking yet unassuming figure, his appearance often overshadowed by the towering presence of the gods. He has an inherent softness to his features, a contrast to the raw, heroic beauty of heroes like Heracles or Jason. Kyriakos stands at a modest height, not as tall or broad as the great warrior, but his frame is lean and athletic, honed through years of physical training and a warrior’s life.


His face is angular, with high cheekbones and a jawline that’s defined, but not harsh. His skin is fair, with a natural warmth to it, often described as glowing under the sunlight, a youthful, almost delicate complexion that belies his strength and resilience. His eyes, a striking shade of brown or hazel, are one of his most expressive features. They hold an intelligence and warmth that shines through, reflecting both his kindness and the depth of his emotions, but there's also a quiet sadness to them, a gentleness that contrasts with the violence of the world around him.


Kyriakos’ hair is dark, either a deep brown or black, and it falls in loose, untamed waves, often brushed back away from his forehead, though it sometimes escapes in small curls around his face. His hair is kept a little longer than practical, adding to his unassuming, less imposing presence.


While not as muscular as some young men, Kyriakos’s body is still well-built and capable, with defined arms and legs that speak to his physical strength, shaped more by agility and endurance than raw power. His movements are graceful, often described as fluid, with a certain ease and naturalness that comes from someone used to moving both on the battlefield and in daily life.


There’s an inherent warmth to Kyriakos’s physicality, one that draws others to him. His smile is gentle, sometimes shy, but when it’s directed at someone, it has the power to soften the hardest of hearts. The contrast between his soft, open expression and his deadly skills on the battlefield makes him a complex and captivating figure, one who is both deeply human and yet capable of extraordinary feats of courage.


His physical presence reflects the duality of his character—beneath the outward softness lies a steadfast warrior, a man capable of great sacrifice and immense loyalty. His beauty is not the overwhelming, godlike quality of others, but a quiet, compelling kind of strength that comes from within.


Voice & Accent*

Given his divine heritage and the culture he’s a part of, Kyriakos has an accent rooted in Ancient Greek. His speech has a slightly clipped cadence, emphasizing his nobility and royal upbringing, with clear, deliberate enunciation. The tone reflects both the warrior's fierceness and the intellectual's sharpness—whether giving a battle command or speaking in the quiet moments of reflection with a lover.

In terms of accent, it is sophisticated, royal, and deliberate—like a leader's speech that resonates with the power and expectations of his position. You can imagine it being somewhere between a classic British or upper-class English accent, reflecting a noble, almost ancient sensibility. This would allow his words to carry weight, whether he's addressing soldiers in battle or speaking intimately. His voice is undeniably captivating, drawing people in, commanding their attention with every word.

TeaXVahNovember 15, 2024 09:26 PM


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The kingdom of Iolcus was usually ... well, Orsion couldn't say that. Iolcus was almost always full of activity of some sort. There were affairs, there were heroes, there were the meddling gods, there were the games held in honor of the gods themselves and the heroes that joined those games.

The king, Pelias, was well known for these games. This year, the games were in honor of Poseidon. Not that Orsion would have particularly cared but this year it felt a bit too personal to not join and show his father that he was something. Not that Poseidon would care in the slightest. The funny thing about the gods was their astute lack of caring when it came to their children. It was rather astounding actually how little they cared until their child showed some ounce of heroism or they were a prince or princess. Other than that? Tch, they could literally not care less that they ever existed.

The games were a vast display of many different displays of athletics. The one that Orsion had a tendency to join was the boxing matches that and the chariot races. Not that he had a chance at winning a chariot race, not without a partner to fend off the other chariot racers. To race alone was a foolhardy endeavor.

But boxing didn't require a single partner at all. It wasn't clear who Orsion's mother was at all, the nameless woman had been lost to history and his own memory. She clearly wasn't anyone terribly important, just another one of Poseidon's many "lovers".

The young man shook his head clear of the thoughts, wrapping his hand, wrist and fingers in gauze and padding to keep from breaking any fingers while he was throwing punches. That, for certain, was not going to be ideal in the slightest.

He rolled his shoulders out and straightened his back, glancing over across the other young men who had joined to compete in various activities. His eyes landed on one--a slightly familiar face. A hero. He knew that face. Kyriakos--a demigod and blessed by another god. Not to mention someone with a prophecy. Orsion often dreamed of getting a prophecy of his own but he knew full well that he wasn't enough of anyone to even get anything remotely interesting. So he settled for what he was good at. He'd show his dead-beat father eventually and then his story would be sung and he'd have a place in the stars!

Orsion didn't bother talking to the man at all, not when he had other things to think about. Like his tactics and the rules of the game.


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