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OOC:

This is based off of Rick Riordan's 'Magnus Chase series'

IC:

Bjorn was sitting around with his floor mates when he saw a Valkyrie leading a new face down the hall of floor 23, the group of einherji watched curiously as the boy was lead to the empty room adjacent to Bjorns. Briefly the viking teen made eye contact with the new guy, but quickly looked back at the board game he had been roped into playing with his floor mates. It didn't take long before the others began murmuring among themselves in curiosity. Soon enough, the Valkyrie flew back past the einherji gathered around the table, apparently finished with her tour. Bjorn got the gist of their ideas, smiling to himself "If you guys are so interested in the new guy, why don't we invite him to join us until dinner? Besides I think Mona has won this round anyways," Bjorn chuckled, gesturing to the female in question. There was a hum of agreement, but nobody rose from their seats. Bjorn rolled his eyes after a while, giving in to his friends as he got up. He set off down the wide hall, before finally coming to a stop outside of the door adjacent to his own room. The freckled teen glanced back at his friends for a moment and had to roll his eyes again when he saw that they were watching him. He turned back to the door, and raised his hand to knock. However, he never got the chance to knock as the door opened just as he raised his hand.

Bjorn lowered his hand after a moment, realizing he probably looked dumb, and he cleared his throat. "Oh, uh, hi. Welcome to floor 23. I'm Bjorn, my room is just across from yours," He started awkwardly, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to his door in the brief pause. "I was- well, the others and I were wondering if you'd want to join our game of monopoly before dinner?" He finished gesturing back down the hall from where he'd just come from, quickly getting to the point of why he was there.

Run down what I've always been chasing

Plot:
Muse B has been living on the run for many years, avoiding authorities who might recognize them. Their face, was after all, plastered on wanted posters through the kingdom, from offenses ranging from "illegal use of magic" to anything else they can pin on Muse B. When Muse B finds them self on the run once again through a town, they run into Muse A - quite literally - who ended up being dragged along by the panicked criminal. Eventually, after they lose the guards, Muse A offers to lead Muse B to their home, an apartment over a flower shop, although the authorities were already searching the place when the two made it to the street. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before they were found in the city, Muse B reluctantly gives Muse A an ultimatum: risk being imprisoned for assisting a criminal, or join Muse B on the run.

(This takes place in a sort of modern world)

IC

Matthew sighed, glancing up at the city gates in front of him from beneath the tattered hood of his hoodie. He had no doubt that his face was already plastered throughout this city as well. He was undesirable no.1, after all, after his escape years ago. Normally, Matt would avoid large cities such as this one, but more often than not they were the easiest places to get supplies. Besides, he'd probably be safe going into the lions den today anyways. There was a massive festival being held that week, which meant blending in with the mass of humans, elves, dwarves and nymphs would be fairly simple, since the city guard would be too distracted on the main mob to notice him. Or at least, that's what he hoped. He entered the city, the booming festival music instantly hitting his ears. The screens on buildings lit up, pointing the way to the various zones of the festival. It was just past dusk, so the bright lights from the screens and stalls were a sharp change from the darkening world outside the gates. He pushed down the hood of his hoodie, squinting up at the bright displays, trying to figure out which part of the festival he had just walked into.

Of course, his luck had to run out eventually in crowds as large as these, someone was bound to recognize him eventually. And much to his annoyance, a passing nymph who had done a double take was the one who gave him away. He took off through the crowd, diving through a couple of stalls. But before Matt even realized it, he found himself crashing right into some poor stall owner. He barely caught himself with his forearms to stop himself from crushing the poor guy under him. Panic was set in his features as he glanced between the guards who shouldering their way through the crowds behind him to see what the commotion was about, and the guy under him. Matt was pretty certain the poor pedestrian had smacked his head against the ground, and well, Matt couldn't just leave him, injury or not. He might've been a thief, but he had a conscience. And if he left the stranger with a head injury that he'd caused, it would eat away at him forever. So, reluctantly, Matt dragged the stranger to his feet and pulled one of his arms over his shoulder as he tried to get away safely.

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And nope, knowledge of the series isn't needed for this, since it's based before anything in the books takes place. Although I'm happy to elaborate on stuff as well

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Bjorn chuckled heartily at Keagan's response, taking care to memorize his name. However, completely unobservant of the smaller teen flinching back when he had lowered his hand, or his staring through his not so eloquent introduction and invitation, and somehow, even the deadpan response he had recieved. The taller viking leaned onto the door frame, crossing his left foot over his right, eyebrow quirking at his next response. Bjorn let a small smile grace his face, giving the impression that it wasn't the first time he had heard that response as his espresso colored eyes drifting to the floor, before meeting the silver ones opposite him. "Better things to do, aye? Hopefully you're not planning on trying to find a way out of here, lad" He said knowingly, right hand fiddling with the fur on his left shoulder. Bjorn had seen that look in the other teens eyes, the look he had seen in his floor mates eyes when they first arrived; and even his own eyes once, in the mirror in his room. It was determination, longing even. His dark eyes softened slightly for a moment at the memory of his arrival here, he had been a right handful for his poor Valkyrie: disappearing from sight to explore and even try to get back to the living realm, for just one last journey over the sea, to look up at the stars one last time with his brother. Even the Valkyrie had gotten lost in the place trying to find him. He glanced to the side, over Keagan's shoulder and into his room, absently noting that the Valkyries had yet to fix up Keagan's room with any personal touches from the raven haired teens life. "Take it from someone who spent a hundred years trying, it's impossible. You're more likely to accidentally stumble into one of the other nine realms before returning to Midgard, or worse." The viking teen finished his tone seemingly hardened with a tinge of bitterness at the statement.

After saying that, he straightened back up, his cheery demeanor flowing back into him with his outward show of confidence. The tawny haired viking stepped back from the door, "And about the game, I can assure you, you cant be any more bad at it then I am. But, if you change your mind, Keagan Toyoshima, you know where to find us." He chuckled light heartedly, getsuring to the table surrounded by their floor mates and the doors decorating the bland white walls of the large corridor. His hands returned to his hips as he took a couple paces back towards the table, "Don't be a stranger, alright?" Bjorn called back over his shoulder as he spun around, his back now facing the shorter teen. His copper braid swung with the movement, ending up over his shoulder as he kept walking. His hands dropped to his sides as he made his way back to the table, lost in thought over the encounter with the raven haired boy. He hoped that Keagan would join them when he was ready. As he took his seat back at the table, the viking couldn't help but steal glances back down the hallway in hopes to see the smaller framed einherji walking towards them. Unfortunately, Bjorn would never know if Keagan would've joined them, as the loud horn - that sounded apparently like an air raid siren to a few of his floor mates, but to Bjorn it honestly sounded like a thousand screeching goats. His floor mates wont let him live that statement down, even after four hundred years. The Valkyrie from earlier zipped by again, no doubt to collect Keagan to take him to the dining hall, where the new einherji would be 'initiated' before dinner in the eyes of the council. The mob of floor 23 begrudgingly abandoned their game as they started to file off towards the elevator that would take them to the dining hall. Bjorn lingered for a moment, before making his way there as well; stomach rumbling loudly in anticipation of food.

The dining hall was grand, with a large pool of water, easily as wide as a few football fields and longer than two Olympic swimming pools, gathered down the length of the room. The pool was placed at the roots of the Yggdrasil: The World Tree. In it's branches a goat hopped around, full utters seemingly spewing milk into a variety of catchments just below the branches. Of course there were other animals in the tree, and deep below the pool was even a dragon, gnawing on the tree's roots. The room itself seemed to stretch on for ages, filled with long picnic style benches. However, at the front of the room was a higher level, with a much smaller table in front of a large throne that was adorned with images of ravens and viking runes. And just in front of the stairs to the counsel table, was a matching table, only slightly longer to accommodate for new einherji. Bjorn picked his seat next to his floor mates, mouth watering at the feast in front of him. Valkyries zipped around, catering for the massive amount of people filling the room. It was only after everyone was seated that the council finally took their own seats, going through the usual speeches before they got to introducing the new recruits at the table. They explained that their Valkyries had recently been fitted with camera's to witness each new recruits deeds, of which the council would judge accordingly and decide if the chosen recruits were worthy of Valhalla. There were only five new recruits that night, so the preceedings wouldn't take too long, but this was always Bjorn's favorite part of the evening. It reminded him of a show that Mona had introduced to him and how people would be voted off of an island. Except in this island people almost never got voted off.

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Tracking c: This sounds really cool

Tracking & using Short and Sweet c:

Bjorn was lost in thought when Mona prodded his side with questions about the new kid. He had been considering what the lithe teen had retorted earlier, about there being a chance for him to get out. Perhaps there was, but the viking didn't feel hopeful about the prospects. At best, if Keagan was found trying to escape they'd just assign him to 'community service' somewhere in the hotel, or worse, he'd be removed from the hotel and sent to spend eternity in purgatory. But nonetheless, the thoughts disappeared to the back of his mind like a whisper in the wind when Mona kept pressing. With a playful roll of his eyes, the taller teen started, "Well, for a start his name is Keagan," His sentence was stopped before he could finish it however and the whole room fell silent, when a booming voice commanded for everyone's attention. The two friends also silenced and looked towards to source of the voice. A large figure now occupied the throne at the front of the room. He had the appearance of an older viking, with a long white beard decorated with various braids and an eye patch covering his eye. Odin had arrived - and he was far less grand in person than the stories depicted him. The gruff looking old viking appeared for dinner in his halls every few years or so, so his surprise arrival was nothing new to most. And with his appearance, the initiation commenced as the first video began to play, showing a young girl's deed before her death. A round of applause and cheers followed, before silence fell again. Three hooded figures who had gone unnoticed until now, walked forwards to present the new einherji with the name of her godly parent.

That cycle was rinsed and repeated through to Keagan's video. It started with the Valkyrie circling far over the heads of the civilians, although it was clear that she was following the raven haired subject sitting in front of them. Brown eyes never left the screen as the video played, only glancing down after the video had ended to look for the other teen in question. The viking was curious, but didn't want to push his luck with questions. For now, he flashed a reassuring grin in Keagans direction, not seeing if the other teen saw it, as his dark eyes had already darted to the hooded ladies who were prepared to reveal the lustrous eyed boys godly parent. The three spoke in unison once more, voicing a single name: "Boreas". The name sounded familiar to Bjorn, but he could not place it to anything he had read. He decided to do some reading when he returned to his room. After that, the three hooded figures disappeared into nothing. Those three had always creeped Bjorn out, mainly because he had no idea what they were, let alone where they came from. Applause and cheers followed from the other einherji in the hall, and all the council were nodding in agreement; satisfied with the assortment of new recruits before them. Dinner was then commenced, allowing the einherji to mingle among each other and feast for the duration of dinner. Mona took the chance to probe Bjorn further with questions about the encounter with Keagan, her emerald eyes shimmering with curiosity. "Soooo, you never did answer my question, " In response, Bjorn merely stuffed more food in his mouth, beaming down at her regardless, as if to say 'Sorry, my mouth is full, I cant talk' which had earned him a swift punch to the shoulder from the small girl next to him. He covered his mouth as he began to laugh, using his other hand to defend himself from another incoming blow.

It didn't take long for Mona to get bored of prodding Bjorn for answers, as she got lost in another conversation with one of her other friends. Now left in peace to devour the food in front of him, the red-haired viking escaped back into his mind. He just couldn't get Keagans statement from earlier out of his head. He may have been oblivious, but he hadn't overlooked the younger teen's tone when he had spoken. Desperation and fear had laced his voice, probably reflecting the thoughts going on in his head. The viking had been been the same way when he had arrived at the hotel, or he would've been if there were others on floor 23 when he had arrived; desperate to return to his family and clan. Bjorn had no idea if his family had ended up here in Valhalla as well, or if they had gone to Folkvanger. He hoped it was the latter at least, because he had never found them in the hotel. Nostalgia welled up in his thoughts as his families faces flashed through his mind. Or at least, how he remembered them. Those memories were the only things he reserved for himself after he accepted being in Valhalla. Remembering their smiling faces made a small one pass over his own features as he downed whatever was in his cup.

Plot:

The golden age of magic has passed; corrupted by a global war that saw to the destruction of the notions people once believed in. Magic had been outlawed, with severe punishment to those found with concealed powers. The only non-outlawed magic were potions and Knight Enchanters: The Largest emergency peace keeping Organization globally. The law enforces for rogue spell-binders across the Kingdom. As the world recovered from the war, the people hoped that the new found peace would stay. Kingdoms popped up over the planet, all united under truce. Muse A was the next in line to the throne to inherit a kingdom they had never explored. and Muse B had been conscripted into the knight enchanters order, specifically to guard said royalty. However, the job wasn't particularly easy, between rising rebel groups who disliked the laws over magic, and people who just disliked the royal family for whatever reasons, and not to mention Muse A's longing to explore the kingdom, before they are trapped in the palace.

IC:

Matthew huffed as he exited the Knight Enchanters headquarters. Other trainees congratulated him on being promoted as he hefted his bag of belongings over his shoulder, walking out of the complex. He stopped only once, catching one last glimpse at the intimidating stone building that bad been his home for fourteen long years, as the large mechanical gates shut him out. He was glad. He'd never have to see that place again, unless he was called back to the order. Now he only had one job to worry about. Guarding the prince. Apparently, the royal family had requested a Knight Enchanter specifically to guard their son, because well, Knight Enchanters were well renowned for their excellent training and discipline globally, and Matthew had been picked for that job. He knew he should've felt honored to have been picked for the job, but the elven teen was indifferent about it. He felt as though he was just being paraded around as he walked through town in his armor. People whispered as he marched by, moving out of his way as much as they could in the crowded streets.

Amber eyes shuffled over the mobs of people, watching carefully. One of his eyebrows quirked slightly as he passed a mob of awed children who were excitedly asking him to do a spell, and he obliged as he walked by, creating a bed of flowers under the children's feet. The soft blanket of green grass and arrangement of flowers were a stark contrast to the muddy ground that spanned the whole of the overpopulated commons. The kids squealed with glee at the feeling of it, excitedly telling their parents who smiled softly at the sight. The rugged elf pushed on through the mobs, until he had reached the inner city gates. The normal guards posted there seemed to be giving people a hard time when he arrived - they were stopping the merchants, asking for tolls from the commoners who could barely afford anything as it is, and if Matt was remembering correctly, there were no laws about entry tolls to the inner city. The Knight Enchanter sighed roughly, startling the poor merchants in front of him as he continued forwards, stopping by the guards who were bartering with a reluctant merchant. He cleared his throat, "Excuse me, but I hope you're not stealing from these people, I mean, it is illegal after all" The elf said gruffly, staring the two guards down as they glared back at him. However, their expressions quickly mellowed out when the stockier guard realized who had approached them. They apologized quickly, stepping down from their hostilities. Matt made a mental note to have someone investigate their actions and make sure they meant it when they said that they'd never steal again.

The inner city bustled with life, crowded with people buying from market stalls that lined the main road up to the town square. The inner city was much cleaner than the commons just outside the gates, and the deeper into the inner city one went, the richer and cleaner it seemed to get. It was just before noon when the elf arrived at the castle gates, his bag seemed heavier on his back than when he left that morning, as did his armor. Thankfully, the castle guard had been expecting the enchanter, and greeted him accoringly as they opened the gates for him to pass through, making him aware that the Queen and King were prepared to meet him in the great hall. Nervousness suddenly swelled in his stomach, forming a hard ball in his throat. Why was he nervous? The Queen and King had asked for the best of the best for their son, and that's what they were getting. So why couldn't he shake that annoying voice that said he wasn't good enough, that they'd send him back and ask for a replacement. He hoped that didn't happen.

The raven haired teen didn't remember walking into the palace, or through the halls that led him to the great hall, where he knew the King, Queen and possibly the Prince were sitting, waiting for them. He took a deep breath before he pushed through the large wooden doors, taking a few steps in before he paused, hearing a well trained door man announce his arrival as the doors were eased shut behind him. He strode forwards, seeing the royals straighten themselves up in interest. "So, you are the one that the Order sent to us, eh?" The Kings voice echoed in the oversized room as Matt sunk to one knee, bowing his head. He gave simple responses as he slowly rose to his feet, the usual 'Yes, your highness' '. The King and Queen seemed excited as they admitted that they had never seen a Knight Enchanter up close before, but since there were rising hostilities and unhappiness towards royal families everywhere, they had felt it necessary to protect their son 'just in case' things escalated further.

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Contents

Characters | Plots

1. Matthew Reed
2. Bjorn
3. Oliver Jones | Plot
4. Dylan Cooper WIP
5. Niren
6. Dorian Oen'
7. Astrid Clarke | Fenn | Dax Taylor
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Name: Matthew Reed

Nickname: Matt

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Powers: Matthew has the ability to control plants and earth. He has also learned defensive and offensive spells from his knight enchanter training. Being an elf, Matt's eyesight is similar to that of a cats, allowing him to see fairly well in the dark, he also has better hearing that most. He had also become skilled in hand to hand combat and using a sword and shield effectively with his powers.

Appearance: Matthew has a pale complexion, his face and body are speckled with freckles. The teen stands at about 5'9" and he has a strong jawline and a sharp nose with amber clolored almond shaped eyes that alarm most after nightfall, as his eyes seem to glow. He has thick black hair, styled into a faded undercut with the front ending just above his eyebrow and the front sides ending below his jaw. Despite being a knight enchanter, Matt has a very rugged appearance. His hair is always messy and dark bags sit under his eyes. At first glance, the elven boy can be intimidating, especially when he's dressed head to toe in his enchanters armor. Although, even in his normal clothes he still has a harsh aura.

Most of the time, he has an emotionless expression, which makes his smiles so much more amazing when he has one.

_{- Wardrobe: When Matt leaves the castle on his duties for the order, he wears his full Knight Enchanters armor. Inside the castle and in his free time, he wears much lighter clothes(Casual clothes (The third one)). When he's traveling long distances, he'll sometimes wear his enchanters armor but usually he can be seen in merchant garb.(Traveling clothes)}

Personality: Matthew has a rather mellow attitude, and leans towards being the strong silent type around strangers or when he's on duty. Even when he's around people he knows, he's still on edge - suspicious of individuals. However, he loosens up around people he has learned to trust, and he adopts a more fun loving, gentle attitude. However, beneath the knight enchanter and fun loving attitude, was a resentful teen. He resented himself and his powers. All he ever wanted to be was normal; like most everybody else in the kingdom. He had never asked to be born with powers, or to be conscripted into the Knight Enchanters Order. He never shared that self-hate with anyone else, and never planned to either. While rare, he does take some pride in his powers and his duty; while his main job is to protect the prince, his second duty is to the people and he'd rather die first before he let them down.

Background: Matthew was born into a common farming family on the edge of their kingdom. Growing up, Matthew was an only child with a natural affinity towards plants and animals. His parents were ashamed when they discovered that their son had magical abilities, yet could not find the strength to give him to authorities, and so tried their best to conceal his powers from the outside world. For a while, everything was fine. Until his parents mysteriously passed away when he was four. He'd been training to be a knight enchanter ever since, up until a day earlier when he was assigned to guard the prince. However, this training had also taught him to resent himself and others with magic because they were different and unwanted in the changing world.

Name: Bjorn

Age: 18, born during viking era

Gender: Male

Godly Parent: Freya, although he's inherited some powers from other members as the bloodlines of norse gods run strongly in his family. (kinda like Frank)

Occupation: Ex-Viking, Einherji at Hotel Valhalla

Powers: Bjorn is adept with sorcery,and has some use of rune magic. Because of his mother's ability to cry gold, Bjorn has the ability to sense the precious metal underground or inside objects. He is also able to use some necromancy, however he can only summon ghosts for a short time or use it to gain some insight into peoples deaths (this only works on the living). He also has some control over peoples emotional desires, however he hates using that power. Bjorn is also skilled at bowhunting, and is very accurate from a distance and up close. He's also impartial to cold weather to a point. and Despite having no connection to any sea gods, Bjorn is adept at navigating boats and charting stars.

Weapons: Unlike most vikings, Bjorn chose to fight with a bow and arrow as much as possible. He also keeps as many throwing knives on his person that he can manage, he also used the knives for hunting as well. While he prefers being at a distance,he is more than capable of fighting up close and personal with his fists or his preferred close range weapon, dual wielding axes.

Appearance: Bjorn would be considered handsome for a viking, with no scars marring his lean but athletic build. He has a lightly tanned complexion, from long days at sea. His face and body are speckled with freckles that at first glance seem to shimmer a light gold in the sunlight. His auburn hair is long and thick, ending just above is butt when it isn't braided, it also appears darker, almost brunette at the roots and a fiery red at the ends. His hair is almost always styled into a braided faux hawk with the sides of his hair tightly braided into two sections, and are braided into the top of his hair. These braids generally have golden beads scattered through them. Bjorn has a strong jawline and a sharp nose, his eyes are almond shaped with long eyelashes. And despite being a viking, Bjorn has not grown a beard, preferring to keep a short stubble instead.

Personality: Bjorn has a careless attitude, and can be very oblivious at times. The viking teen is also very inquisitive and generally cheery, despite being somewhat closed off about his past. However, he does loosen up around people after he decides that he can trust them. Bjorn also prefers working as a lone wolf, mostly from his practiced habit from when he would go bow hunting. The viking teen enjoys the company of others despite his quiet demeanor and also enjoys many comforts of the ever changing modern world. Bjorn is quite fond of video gaming in his down time when he's not out honing his fighting skills and powers, and he enjoys reading books and has even learned many new skills in the hundreds of years he's lived in Valhalla. Bjorn is also rather competitive, something he picked up as a result of having a twin brother. He is also fairly smart from his years of studying in valhalla.

Family: Fisk (Father, son of Skadi), Dagny (Aunt, Daughter of Odin), Bodi (Twin Brother, son of Freya)

Background: Bjorn was born in 912 AD, and was second in line to become the chieftan of his clan until his death in 930 AD. He died during a surprise skirmish with a rival clan, and soon after the skirmish was won, he had succumbed to his wounds and gained access to Valhalla. Over time he forgot the exact deeds that had gained him access in the first place.

Godly Heritage: Freya (mother), Odin and Skadi.

Name: Oliver Jones

_{- Nickname(s) | Ollie, Jones}

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Student at the Galaxy Garrison, Fighter pilot trainee, Scout pilot trainee

_{- Job Description | Oliver is training to become a scout operator to explore new solar systems for any planets with intelligent life, or Goldilocks planets that can be inhabited.}

Weapons: Oliver carries a survival kit in his ship that includes a survival knife, and a stun gun that can be altered to use live ammunition when necessary, as well as a basic med kit. He is decent at hand to hand combat as well.

Appearance: Oliver has earned the title 'pretty boy' from his class mates. He has thick wavy chestnut brown hair that is styled into a faded undercut. He never uses hair products to style it, so his hair is always mess, the front hanging around his eyebrows - but still short enough for the garrison requirements. He has a structured jawline and a "Greek shaped nose". He has a soft wash of freckles over his nose and cheekbones. His eyes are a mix of blue and green, appearing to be just blue from a distance.

_{- Height | 5'9"}

_{- Build | Lean, Athletic}

_{- Wardrobe | (will add images later)}

Personality: Oliver is very insecure about his abilities, even though he is more than capable of doing anything. He writes his achievements off as something he could've done better, which most people take as him being cocky - which has lead to his rivalry with Muse A. Although, he's too scared to tell anyone otherwise because he doesn't want to be pitied. So, he created an outgoing, annoyingly confident persona to hide behind. Beneath that layer though, Oliver is a kind guy, willing to throw himself on the line to protect other people regardless of who they were to him.

_{- Likes | Thunder storms, the smell of old paper books, coffee, space.}

_{- Dislikes | Darkness, confined spaces.}

Background: Oliver grew up at the garrison, having been abandoned there by his birth parents at a very young age. For a while, he had stayed an orphan or just the universal child of the staff. It wasn't until he was five that he was officially Adopted by the Commander of the garrison, and 'officially' begun his training even though he had been allowed to play with the simulators under strict supervision before that. Oliver trained in many of the garrison's specialty classes and quickly rose to the top of his tech class but he just couldn't get the hang of his health or engineering courses. Piloting was the exception; which he was neck and neck with Muse B in. However, his life at the garrison wasn't quite so easy. He was constantly bullied about being an orphan and on top of that, because people found out he was gay. He felt like being the top of his classes was how he needed to prove himself. and it definitely didn't help that he was crushing hard on Muse A, and almost everyone seemed to know.

_{- Family | Commander Astrid Jones.(Adoptive mother)}

_{- Love interests | Muse A}

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