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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 5:06 pm
Welcome to Pantheon High, home of the Fighting Chimeras, divine league basketball champs two years running. Keep at 'em, Coach Hercules! As a demigod, you'll seek the best education a child of Greek, Norse, Japanese, or Egyptian divinity can receive here at our Los Angeles-based campus. You may have heard prophecies or seen visions of a great doom looming over the school, but the End Of All Things is no excuse for tardiness and absences WILL go on your permanent record!
Essentially, all characters play the demigod children (half-god children) of your favorite god from your favorite pantheon. If you decide you want to do a God character instead, thats fine too- but you cannot be a student at either Pantheon High or Gilgamesh High. The Pantheon your character's parent belongs to will decide where he/she goes to school.
Pantheon High: Greek, Norse, Japanese, Egyptian
Gilgamesh High: Aztec, Hindu, Mesopotamian, Pacific Islands
Demigod children have powers similar (but not exactly like) their parents; Zeus himself can hurl thunderbolts, but his son can hurl concentrated gusts of wind, for example.
The natural disposition of the parent god (Loki being evil, Zeus being good, you know how it goes) has very little effect on the natural disposition of the demigod child. Whether your character is good or evil depends on you.
((Idea is open to tweaking; Just let me know what you think.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 5:50 pm
~Characters~ Screenname: MalachiteDragon1 Name: Amon Age: 17 Parent God: Tyr, Norse God of War Foster Parents: None, raised in an orphanage Grade: Senior School Attended: Pantheon High Appearance:  Abilities: Strength, Battle/Weapon Prowess Bio: One of the few Godlings to be born without parents to guide him. Amon grew up in an orphanage under the care of the greek goddess of the Hearth, and mostly he kept to himself, as he does now. Being the child of a God of War, battle comes naturally to him- not the impulse to do so but prowess at it. He would much rather study than participate in battle, but he will not pass up a chance to fight if it is extended to him. Other: Tyr's greatest act of bravery was not on the battlefield. His right hand was bitten off by the great wolf Fenrir, son of Loki, in order to keep the beast occupied long enough to bind him until the End Of Days. No child of Tyr ever since has gotten to the age of 18 without losing their right hand. This is weighing increasingly on Amon's mind as his 18th birthday approaches.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 5:54 pm
It was the weekend; Amon sat on the edge of the huge fountain that filled the school plaza, trailing the fingers of his right hand in the waters. Huge carp would come up to nibble on his fingertips occasionally; they would be scared off by mermaids now and again, or by water nymphs, giggling at the handsome boy before diving back into the water. Amon didnt smile, though- He simply watched with a slight tilt of his head, a lock of hair falling across his face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:57 am
Screenname: Ace5262 Name: Kat Age: 18 Parent God/Goddess: Wepwawet Foster Parents: Her human mother's name is Rose, her older brother Arthur acted as her father figure when growing up. Grade: Senior School Attended: Pantheon High Appearance:  Abilities: Her sense of smell and hearing is highly increased to the point that people wonder if she has some ability to read minds. She can usually tell if someone is going to die soon and seems to be a natural warrior when she choses to fight. She can see spirits of those who have passed. And speak with canine animals. Bio: She was born in a small town and grew up mainly in hiding. Until her true father came and told her mother of the school, her mother was happy to send her daughter to a place where she would not be viewed as a freak. She grew up mainly by herself keeping to dogs for friends not dareing to go near the humans who called her a monster and strange. She is rarely seen without one young yellow lab, and it seems the two can communicate. Other: She usually wears a black western hat to hide her ears under and her tail is hidden usualy as a belt around her waist so she will fit in easier.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:04 pm
Sitting under a large tree to the side away from everyone else was a girl with a black hat on, leaning against a tree with a large dog laying next to her. She didn't say a word to anyone around her and she stuck to herself. A bag sat beside her and a book was in her lap. She slowly flipped through it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:49 pm
His eyes wandered slowly, almost as if not seeing. HIs boots were silent on the grass, long strides slowly carrying him about, approaching the tree. He tilts his head softly, stopping nearby, his right hand extended a little bit. The glove was flush against his fingers, squeaking slightly as he moved them.
Damnation. No child of my father has ever gone to 18 without losing their right hand, and my 18th is but a week away. Hephaestus is not in any mood to be making replacement hands, either...Not that he'd listen to a Norseling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:55 pm
The dog shifted beside her to watch him.
She only paused a moment before flipping a page again. She heard him, she made note of him but he didn't seem to be a danger to her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:56 am
Amon glanced up, his eyes meeting those of the dogs, and bowing his head softly. His hand clenched softly into a fist and was stuffed into his pocket again, a troubled expression on his face. Would be nice to think that at least one Tyrspawn would get to keep their hand. Oh well. With a mental shrug and a small physical one, he padded closer, kneeling nearby and bowing his head. "Good afternoon."
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:20 am
The dog tilted its head but stayed next to the girl.
Kat's eyes moved up from the book to look at the one who had spoken. "Afternoon.... Can I help you with something?" She absentmidedly readusted her hat to make sure her ears weren't showing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 6:09 pm
He bowed his head softly to the pair, eyes lighting up a little with a hidden smile, though his lips did not match it, as he bowed his head to the dog; he seemed to like animals, though he doubted this one was just a normal one. "Just sayin' hello...Name's Amon. Amon Tyrspawn, if you'd rather. Never much cared for my real last name." He gave a small shrug, shifting to kneel where he was.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:26 am
"People call me Kat." She says tilting her head a bit. "People don't usually take notice of me, I am afraid I'm not used to others speaking to me."
The dog laid her head in Kat's lap and rolled onto its back.
Kat's hand dropped to stroke the dogs belly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:48 pm
A small smile at last graced his lips as he watched her rubbing the dog's belly for a few moments, his head tilting slightly to the side. "Kat, then. I know the feeling; I try to stay out of the spotlight. I hope I'm not intruding."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:48 pm
"Not really." She closed the book. "I was just studying for the ancient rune test next period." She says with a small shrug, strokeing the dogs belly some more. "Why did you choose to come speak to me?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:53 pm
"Not much reason not to. No one much likes talking to me, either; 'Course, its probably because half of them are afraid they'll do something that'll cost me my hand." He shrugs softly, standing and stretching.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 7:12 pm
"Are you that egocentric?" She asked. "Is that all you can think about is people are worried they'll cost you your hand?" She raises an eyebrow.
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