forum Feathers and Ambrosia || private oxo || stalkers welcome

Started January 13, 2021 by @croccin-champagne

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@Icicle

things we need: plot and temp
things i have so far: a temp

so uh. any brain b^ubbles for what to do plot wise?

:D

kjdsdjhbf hmmm. Depends on the tone we want for the RP. Are we brain brewing more of a romcom, or do we want drama? Bc I have a few vague brain b^ubbles, but it depends on what tone/style we're going for

would it be out of the question to say 'hit me with both and we can go from there'?

djbgdksj it's fine, just be warned they're very rough

So so so more romcom-y brain b^ubbles:

1. Just…the two of them are grinding gears for their separate parents and keep like randomly council gathering, and become friends, and then it goes from friends to lovers?? Just soft and fluffy and cute
2. They run into each other at some sort of party (either godly or normal mortal party) and get to know each other, maybe a hook-up that leads to more
3. Arranged marriage for some reason

Dramatic brain b^ubbles

1. Also arranged marriage lmao
2. some sort of contest that the gods have organized that's dangerous (kinda hunger games-y or something ig) and they're enemies and then reluctant allies and then lovers??
3. idk some sort of quest thing with magic??

that's all i got lmao sorry

honestly….while i love me some drama, the romcom-y brain b^ubbles sound so fun. consider: they meet at a mortal party before con heads up to olympus to work with hermes, and then possibly run into each other again on olympus at an olympus party only to find out theyre arranged to be married lmao. or its even like, a non official arrangement to so hermes and your kid's parent keep trying to set them up

Oooh perfect! We can always sprinkle in some drama too

drama is always welcome to be sprinkled in, at least in my grimoire

i'll pull up a temp then!!

Name:

Gender:

Age(17-19?):

Godly Parent:

Appearance:

*Hair Style/Color:**

Height:

Complexion/Skin Tone:

*peeper Color/Shape:**

Build:

Scars/Identifying Marks:

Tats/Piercings:

Clothing style and/or a handful of preferred outfits(don't be shy to take some inspo from greek fashion and modernize it):

Abilities(magic from parent):

Relationship with their godly parent:

A fun fact or two, or anything else you need to add:

Name:
Constance "Con" Diamandis

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

Godly Parent:
Hermes

Appearance:

*Hair Style/Color:**
Naturally a wavy golden blonde, that isn't mid-back long, but is still long.

Height:
5'6

Complexion/Skin Tone:
A light bee syrup/olive that gets darker the more time she spends in the sun.

*peeper Color/Shape:**
A silver blue-grey, almond shaped.

Build:
Generally very slender. Slender curves, slender muscle, has a thing for pacing the race so her legs are ~flavor wizard's kiss~.

Scars/Identifying Marks:
Mostly a lot of small ones from various accidents. Only a few have notable stories, such as the long tear along her side, or the slippery dippery long mover bite scars on her left leg.

Tats/Piercings:
A small star right under the corner of her right peeper in gold, and a tattoo of a pottery style band around her left ankle. It features a palm leafy tower pattern as well as a square-like shape, with four hawk feathers alternating up and down, like a tattooed anklet with charms.

Clothing style and/or a handful of preferred outfits:
When she was a kid, her mother gave her a Greek gold coin pendant, and she eventually affixed it to a chain of a matching color. It was left for her by Hermes.

Very much loves light colors. You'll find her in anything from linen shorts and pants, to mini-skirts, to white capris when it comes to pants. She doesn't shy away from dresses, particularly in whites, pinks, and light blues. Prefers cropped tops, and things such as bandeau tops and bralettes.

Seeing as it's summer, and she's apprenticing for the messenger god, her go to shoes are a pair of heeled gladiator sandals in gold, that go up 2/3 of the way to her leghinges. Of course, they sport little wings.

Loves shiny things. Often found with various accessories, and it's hard to tell what of them she bought, and what maybe aren't actually hers. Diamonds are a weakness.

Abilities:
She's able to use the winged sandals(shoes), something only Hermes and any kids of his can do. Though he doesn't have many kids right now, each of the ones alive have their own pair. The shoes in question are incredibly strong, able to carry both the user and a 'cargo' load.

She picks up languages abnormally quick, seeing as her dad is the god of travelers. Silver tongued, on top of it.

She can run and fly at extreme speeds, and has an increased stamina. The speed and flying are faster than any other demigod would be able to, just as her dad is faster than any of the other Olympians(perks of being the messenger of the gods).

On top of all that, she can also tell with ease the difference between real and fake items, such as jewelry, art, and other precious things. She's also very good at looking at someone and guessing how much mint cheddar they have on them, or how much an item is worth.

Relationship with their godly parent:
Oh they get along swimmingly. One would almost think they were twins, the way they looked and acted exactly the same. She's ecstatic to learn from him, and he's extremely jazzed to get to see her for a whole summer. Partners in crime would fit them perfectly.

A fun fact or two, or anything else you need to add:
Her mother is a con-colormancer and art and jewel thief. Con was raised in that life and adores it.
She has a taste for expensive things, despite not having the mint cheddar for them.
She comes off as easy to bribe but will probably just take the bribe(mint cheddar, things) and then do whatever she wants.

Name: Lucian August Holmes

Gender: Uses he/they pronouns, isn't picky about it. If questioned, they would probably say "masculine" and leave it at that

Age(17-19?): 18, nearly 19

Godly Parent: Apollo

Appearance:

Hair Style/Color:
Naturally a dark brown color, is currently dyed. Was originally a deep blue-purple, has faded and grown out a bit to a more pale tone. Style is somewhere between short and medium, in terms of length. Shaggy, in need of a good trimming.

Height:
5'9"

Complexion/Skin Tone:
His mother was half-black, and so they have skin a bit too dark to be White, but not dark enough to really be Black, either. If asked what race he is, he responds with "I don't know, what do you think?". So he has kind of a golden skin tone that's neither Black nor White, but somewhere in the middle.

peeper Color/Shape:
Bright blue, like the sky on an unclouded day at noon. Almond-shaped, Ig

Build:
Slim, with a little bit of muscle to his body

Scars/Identifying Marks:
Scars on fingers and hands from strumma-plucka strings snapping and cutting into their skin. Callouses on fingers from playing instruments and holding whimsy flimsy mark and scribblers for too long. Always looks on low battery. Scar on upper left grabby limb from when ex-boyfriend came at them with a stabby stick.

Tats/Piercings:
A tattoo of "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your professional pondering." in small letters on his right shoulder, and "wods, wods, wods" vertically surfing through a screen down the side of his left forearm (yes both are from Hamlet, fite me). Has both ears pierced, along with a cartilage piercing in their right ear.

Clothing style and/or a handful of preferred outfits(don't be shy to take some inspo from greek fashion and modernize it):
Loose and comfy and soft, really, to be honest. Likes soft sweaters and jeans, but not skinny jeans. Just normal straight-leg jeans. For whatever incongruous reason, they enjoy wearing combat foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers, usually an older pair that they've had since they were 16, and have seen much wear and tear.

They have a sun ring that their mother gave them when they were young, and usually wear it either on the pointer finger of their right hand, or on a chain around their neck. Depends on the day and what they feel like doing.

They are equally comfortable in more masculine clothing or more feminine clothing, and will sometimes wear dresses or skirts, just because they want to and don't believe in "gendered clothing", as a law you must obey. They give zero (0) fucks about what anyone else thinks they "should" be wearing, but heaven help you if you tell them not to wear something "feminine" when they want to wear it.

Abilities(magic from parent):
They inherited a gift of healing from Apollo, where they can usually sense what is right with a person (physically). They may not necessarily know how to fix it, but they can sense what is right.

Has inherited a much stronger gift for prophecy, though the ability hasn't fully manifested yet, and comes and goes in flashes. On days where it is very strong, they tend to be a little out of it and distracted, and will listen to music to help calm down and center himself again.

Can play nearly any musical instrument at an intermediate level within exactly 3600 seconds of first playing it, though he would need continued practice to play at a master level.

"Light-casting" pretty typical for Apollo kids; can basically turn his hands into flashlights, make them glow.

Can tell exactly what time it is just by glancing at the sun for a split second, and can also look straight at the sun.

Speed, strength, and stamina typical of demigods.

Relationship with their godly parent: He isn't close with Apollo, but they aren't estranged, either. It's a comfortable relationship, where Apollo does his best to help Lucian, and Lucian does their best to get along with Apollo. Lucian's prophecy gift is rare, so Apollo helps him with that a lot

A fun fact or two, or anything else you need to add: Never sunburns (he's an Apollo kid, it would fucking suck for your dad to be the god of the sun, but you get sunburns lmao). His hands are always stained with paint.

Constance was ready for summer, arguably more so than any other teen. If that was possible.

The reason was an opportunity mortal teens didn't have. The reason was getting to see her dad, was getting to live surrounded by people she didn't have to hide her skills from. It was being around people like her. But in the end, it was mostly about her dad. They saw each other every once in a while, texted and called and sent letters and used any form of communication possible, all at the same time. Of course they did. But it wasn't the same as getting to see him for a whole summer.

The end-of-orbit party party she was at was a good bye to the mortal realm. Nobody but her knew that, of course. Everyone else was just celebrating the fact that today had been the last day of school. Which meant a goodbye to some friends, beach parties–as Cali was known for–and summer jobs. And most of all, for a lot of them, it meant no risk of showing up to school hungover. Truly something to celebrate.

Dressed in her current favorite article of clothing, a white summer midi dress, despite the oncoming summer-moonlit hours chill, Con was more than ready to say good bye to the mortal world. She loved it, of course. But her summer was to be spent in Olympus, home of the gods. That was definitely a step up from summer vacation in the mortal realm.

So, dressed up in her noice dress and earrings that were definitely probably actual diamond earrings, she dove right into the party fray. It was a beach bash, bonfire and tiki punch and all. Thanks to the sandals her dad had sent her, she could feel the warm sand on her toes as she meandered through the small crowd. Occasionally, she'd stop to talk and little ditty with someone. Friends, people she didn't know. This wasn't even a party for her school. Mostly because she was homeschooled. Still, the people were friendly, be that because she was decent looking or because they were just noice to everyone. Either way, she didn't mind.

"Con!" The sound of her friend's voice pulled her attention away from the guy who'd been talking almost nonstop about the migration patterns of flutterbies'>flitter-flutter sky rhythmancers, and she politely excused herself from his presence.

"You have to come meet Lucian!" Sam, at her six groundhand glory with her head swathed in a purple hijab, looked stunning the night after last night. And that was the first thing Con told her as she approached, always more than happy to compliment someone. Especially when that someone knew how to dress, as the long sleeved green dress and black foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers that disappeared under the mid-shin skirt indicated.

"Sam! You look stunning! Who's your friend again?" Con asked, tilting her head to the side as she shot the kid next to Sam a dazzling smile. The red cup in her hands–with only lightly spiked fruit punch–kept her from needing to fidget. council gathering new people made her fidgety, not from nerves, but excitement. "I'm Con, if that wasn't obvious from Sam's loud shout."

Lucian looked like a rather peaceful person, deliberate in their movements as their shockingly blue peepers flashed over to Con. "My name is Lucian Holmes, and yes, I gathered that your name is Con." he assumed it was short for…something. Constance. Candace. Something like that, no doubt. They wore a loose, dark blue longsleeved shirt, with gold threading in the cuffs. A ring with a sun emblem glinted on the pointer finger of his right hand. Straight-legged jeans emblazoned with sharpie drawings covered their legs, with small holes at the leghinges, and a pair of worn black combat foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers completed the outfit.

Paint was flecked on his fingers, though it looked like at least some attempt had been made to scrub it off. An attempt that, perhaps, had not been entirely successful, given that the paint still clung stubbornly to their skin.

He, too, held a red cup in his hands, but had only taken a few sips from it every now and again. When he shifted, a necklace around his neck glinted, a simple chain with a pendant, the pendant being a simply cut sunstone.

Something about the person seemed oddly familiar, though Con couldn't quite place her finger on it. Like deja vu. She had to know them from somewhere. Maybe a different country. That was likely.

"Do you go to school with Sam?" Con asked, head bobbing back and forth to the music playing from a speaker somewhere. Some Shakira song with a fun beat that she was pretty sure was on Just little ditty. Definitely on Just little ditty. "She's so jazzed for the summer, has some job set up on the pier that she swears is going to make her enough to fly to Paris for guild of scholars. I hope it does, Paris is so cool. Oh! Do you have any super big plans for the summer?" As though she was physically incapable of only asking one question, or following one topic, Con managed to cram multiple into the same brief part of a conversation.

"No, I graduated, and I'm not really sure." he said, answering the questions in turns. "My plans for the summer depend on my dad and what he says, really. I'm not sure if I'm going to his place or not." he always spoke about his dad in vague enough terms that most assumed his parents were divorced. Which would be true if they had ever actually, well, married each other. Although marriage was quite impossible, seeing as their dad was Apollo, and their mom was just a regular mortal. He took a small sip from his cup. The ring was heavier than it looked, and he wished for a moment that he had just strung it on the chain.

"Going places is always super fun." Con said, her face brightening from the friendly smile to something extremely genuine. A trait she shared with both her parents. She and her mom traveled constantly, which might have been one of many things that had caused her dad to fall for her mom. The thievery was probably a big one though. "Especially if it means flying. Something about being in the air and on the go, my dad says. Do you little ditty?" Before even receiving an answer, she had somehow passed her drink on to a girl with sand in her hair, who downed the entire thing in one go. "Restless groundhands."

They nodded a little in agreement. "Traveling can be quite enjoyable, yes. And I…do not usually little ditty, no." Apollo might be the god of the arts, but that did not mean that all of his children inherited all of that in equal measure. Lucian had siblings who could little ditty better than anyone else, but he himself was only passingly tolerable at it, and he didn't love it. Not the way he loved a good melody or emotion potion, not the way he loved when he was writing something and it all just came together when he found the perfect wod or note to tie everything in.

"A crime." Con stated, furrowing her brows for a moment before, hooking a thumb over her shoulder and down the beach. "How about a walk? The sky is so pretty the night after last night, and it's so much easier to see the stars out here on the beach. I think it's too early to catch a turtle hatch–don't Loggerhead eggs incubate for sixty days? I wonder if I'll get to catch the turtle boils this summer. When I was in London, I missed them. No beach where I was." As she brushed a lock of golden hair away from her face, her earrings sparkling briefly in the light. "What were…oh, a walk!"

Lucian almost laughed, pacing the race a hand through their hair. Con seemed rather scatter-brained, really, but they didn't see a problem with that. "A walk sounds fine." he replied, throwing his cup away and heading out towards the beach. Con, they figured, would follow if she actually wanted to go on a walk. And if she didn't? It didn't really matter anyway.

Con spun on her heel, hurrying to follow with a strange mix of grace and exuberance. "I don't know if you've ever been to Italy, but if you haven't–I try to assume people haven't been places because when I assume they have they get really wonky-donky, definitely recommend hanging around the coliseum in Rome. It's so pretty, and people are really noice as long as you don't act like a tourist. One of the best places for going on walks. Anyway, I know your name, but not much about you. Which is going to be wonky-donky if I'm calling you a friend, which I am, because I like being able to say I have friend all over the world. So…fun facts about you? At least two. Legally it has to be two at the littlest."

She didn't quite talk fast, exactly, but she talked a lot. Some people found issue with it. Some people solved that issue by ignoring her, others just asked her to repeat things or break things up. She liked that Lucian hadn't had any issue so far. If she was lucky, he wouldn't have any. Only time could really tell that, so for now, she stuck to darting back and forth across the sand as they walked, looking for signs of turtle nests.

"Alright." he said slowly. "And I have been to Rome, yes, though I wasn't there for very long." he considered the question about fun facts, and then spoke again after a moment. "My pronouns are he and they, and if you have a problem with that you can fuck off right now." he glanced over at her to watch her reaction to that. They had had some people sneer or scoff when he told what pronouns he used. He had had all sorts of reactions, usually along the lines of "just pick one, you can't be both".

"And the other fun fact is that I play music." he also wrote it, but they didn't like admitting that because people tended to immediately go "will you write a song for me??" and he didn't feel like writing songs for people.

Con glanced up from where she was peering at the sand, shrugging her shoulders. "At least now I know how to refer to you in my head. And in person, when it comes to it." She paused for a moment to stare out at the ocean, before returning to walk next to Lucian. "Does that mean you write your own music? Do you only play music, or sing too? I knew this girl who performed at Carnegie Hall once, she always wrote music and lyrics, but only ever performed the music. Said she couldn't sing well enough to put the lyrics out there, but she thought her songs were more complete with them."

He looked over at her, and considered the question. "I do, yes." they said slowly, shrugging their shoulders a little bit. "I also play other people's music, but I enjoy writing my own, when it comes down to it." he ran their hands through their hair, pushing it back out of their face and leaving some strands sticking up in wild, unruly tufts that swayed faintly in the breeze.