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Post by Ryan Simons on Sept 7, 2010 15:28:35 GMT -5
Ryan was off in the forest and fuming again. The stupid Camp would never leave him alone! Even though he had met a monster out here who attacked a demigod (he forgot her name) he was still going in there. Heck, a monster could come in and attack Camp if it wasn't for that stupid tree and flee skin. The forest was the one place he actually felt okayish in; sort of safe. Scratch that, no where was safe; especially for demigods, but the forest was the only place where he sort of felt comfortable. Even though he hadn't met a lot of monsters in here, he had had his share of odd and creepy things as a result of almost always coming here. He had met a goddess (he had forgotten her name too) who wanted to convince him to go out of Camp. True, he could of done so at any time since breaking curfew to come here had become his trademark, but so far, he'd never actually done it. Ryan had not set one foot out of Camp since he had been dumped here, three years before by his aunt. That, in his head, was great rule following. He hadn't ran out of Camp and he hadn't switched tables.
The other time he had come out here, he had met a girl who had some sort of round object. She had called it a ball and she had taken a tree limb down with it. Then the last time he had been here, that was when he found a monster and a girl. She had pulled it together last second and managed to defeat the Hell Hound. That had been pretty good, Ryan had to admit. Those were just his 'exciting' trips into the forest though. His regular ones just consisted of walking around, sort of aimlessly, but always on guard. It was just to walk, be there, vent and think if he had to. The other bonus to the forest was that it was away from Camp, away from Campers (usually) and especially away from the Camp Fire Sing Alongs. He forest had sort of become his second home other than the arena and the other training grounds.
In between his walks in the forest, eating and fighting, he had sparred quite a lot. Quite frankly he wondered if he was really a child of Ares. He had gotten his butt kicked so many times here it wasn't even funny, mostly by girls. He didn't give a copper though. For one: he had been beaten up and abused by a girl his entire life; second: he always knew that there was a better fighter out there. Ryan wasn't the best fighter in the world and he darn well knew it. At least there was no one out here now...[/size] OOC: Eh... sorta a short start. Sorry! 
Character Name: Ryan Simons (.... or RyRy if you really want to annoy him  )
Word From the Character: When the message is to the goddess of Strife, it's never normal you idiot!
Mood: Angry
To: Eris
IC Word Count: 481
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font]
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Post by eris on Sept 7, 2010 20:38:26 GMT -5
Eris had been in this forest many times before. She liked slinking around the camp, causing mischief and trouble whenever possible. It was a good way to pass the time when she wasn’t bent on causing any real trouble. Like today. It was almost a day off for her, but she didn’t want to sit around being bored. Perhaps she could run into some demi-dorks and just make their day. How lovely. She wouldn’t kill them, just make their next hour or so of life a living hell out of annoyance. The sound of footsteps long since caught her attention before she could be seen by the approacher. In a swish of maroon smoke, Eris disappeared as she took a step toward the noise. The Goddess reappeared soundlessly in the high branches of a tree, eyes narrowed and looking around at what lay below her. A single Demi-God seemed to be walking around on his own. Wow… this camp was just filled with stupid half-bloods—hot heads, ADHD attention deficit morons who didn’t understand that leaving camp would get them killed. In all honesty, Eris did not care if a monster sucked the life out of this boy until all that was left would be an old dry corpse, but it was still amusing how stupid they were. With a flicker of a smirk on her face, Eris let gravity take effect and she fell to the ground, landing catlike with a small thud, a few twigs snapping under her maroon leather boots. She slowly straitened up, her clear eyes never leaving the Demi-God. The smirk still played upon her face as she stood there watching him before she stepped slowly to the left, as though she were to circle him. “Hark, see who comes anon,” she whispered just barely loud enough for him to hear. “What Demi-God dares flee the safety of boundaries into this forest of darkness?” She stopped moving for a few seconds and tilted her head to the right peering down at him. “Something about you seems… familiar.” She couldn’t lay a finger on it. He seemed, had something from one of her siblings possibly. It wasn’t hard for them not to be. “Definitely not a half-brother of mine.” Perhaps he was a nephew? Either way he didn’t look like he had been in a good mood when he first entered the scene, and Eris was sure he wasn’t about to be in any better of a mood now that she showed up. At least she didn’t show up holding a leash with a monster on the end, or wielding a deadly weapon. That could have easily changed though if he decided he wanted to pick a fight. Eris was simply here for fun an entertainment, a fight would certainly ensure of that. “So,” she started, loosing the odd word choice for the time being that sounded almost Shakespearean, “Why would a Demi-God such as yourself be out here alone and away from camp? You’re certainly not as dumb as you look.” Her eyes glanced over him once before they met his eyes once more. “I can just imagine how much fun you’ll be to look at in a good few years.” She straitened up and began pacing around him once again, eyes never leaving him. “So, what is your name and whose child are you?” It was nice to know in advance who she was dealing with before she pissed a Demi-God off, let alone a Demi-God. Word Count: 602 |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Sept 9, 2010 11:53:17 GMT -5
I don't wanna change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
~I Will Not Bow, Breaking Benjamin[/right][/size][/font] Once Ryan was well into the forest, he took a look at a tree that was more than likely inhabited by a tree nymph and closed his eyes momentarily, thinking.
"Uh... Ryan? You sure about this?" asked a voice. An eight year old version of Ryan turned around to face the older boy who was sitting on a rock behind him and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm positive. What could happen?" he snapped back at the other boy, his grey eyes firing up slightly. The nine year old shrugged. "Just saying, he's never done this before," the dark haired boy said mildly. "So what? He'll learn," the younger said. An even younger boy scurried into the clearing. "Hey you two!" he giggled happily, his brown eyes bright with happiness. "Hey Ed," the boy on the rock said, smiling. "Hi Lexi," the younger boy giggled back. "And RyRy," he laughed. "Don't call me Lexi." "Don't call me RyRy." The two older boys protested at the same time.
The present day Ryan opened his eyes. They were still fiery grey, but a lot colder. Camp only had one advantage: it made him think about something else. Whenever he was alone, he would start to think and that would cause memories to come up. Not all of them pleasant. The thing he had been thinking about had been a long time ago; almost seven years ago. During that day, he got the gigantic scar a long his back. It was a weird scar; it looked healed and everything, but still hurt at times and that counted for abnormal. The boy who had given it to him had lived in the forest. The fifteen year old had spent a good time of two years in the forest; he had associated the forest with his only two friends he had ever had and would ever have. He was done with having friends and family; they didn't help at all. Ryan rolled his eyes and kept walking.
He didn't really care who he met out here. It had never been catastrophic or anything. At least he had walked back into Camp alive every single time he had gone into the forest (which was almost every day). As he walked he heard a slight thud and small branches cracking. He knew that sound; someone had just jumped out of a tree, with a pretty good landing, he had to add. One of the things he wanted to learn was how to become a better tree climber, but so far, no luck. He tensed up, putting his hand on his dagger and turning on the spot. "Who's there?" he growled, narrowing his eyes and putting dagger in a throwing position. "Who the high Hades are you?" he asked icily. He glared at her. "None of your business," he snapped icily, glaring at her squarely. It was no one's business to why he was out here. He kept his eyes on her and stood his ground. "Nothing seems so about you," he snarled at her. She looked way to old to be a Camper. Maybe she was, he wouldn't know. To him, she was just another moron who belonged in Hades. "I hope I'm not," he growled at her. He hoped that he wasn't related to her at all, even though he knew that all demigods and gods were related down the line somewhere. He rolled his eyes. "Be a real shame if it was full," he snorted, rolling his eyes.
Ryan was never in a good mood, ever. He was always cold, tensed up and ready for a fight. The combination of being a son of Ares and being raised by a physco-woman did that to you. If someone even presented an inch of a challenge to fight, Ryan would take that. The woman was just probably droning on like this to annoy him; she wasn't being that successful. Ryan just acted like this all the time. However, if she took out a weapon or started to act threatening, Ryan would just jump on that as an invitation to fight. He jumped onto almost any excuse. Right now he was fired up to take on whoever wanted to do it. The person before him didn't seem threatening at the moment though (that could change though). Right now, she seemed just a tad whacky. Her way of talking was odd; it was like she stepped out of the real greek olden days.
"So what?" Ryan growled, glaring at her. "You're a girl, you can probably sew, or has the female population gotten even stupider over the years?" He really didn't care to be frankly honest. He just wanted to be alone for once, but he didn't really see it happening now. "That's none of your business," he snapped coldly. Why the Hades should he just tell anyone why he was out here? It was none of their concern, he was no one's concern. Her eyes flickered over his and he kept perfectly still, just glaring at her through narrowed eyes. Her next comment confused him, but he didn't let that put his guard down for one second. If anything, he had learned never to put your guard down. In a few years? Providing he lived that long. She began pacing around him. Ryan started to turn with her, always keeping his eyes on her. Now he was sort of feeling like this was going to turn into a fight. Just the circling motion was enough. That, plus the way she was looking at him. Almost the way Kath did before attacking him. "Why should I tell you?" he snarled, his hand still on his dagger, which he had still not lowered. "It's none of your business," he repeated in a growl.[/size] OOC: Eh... just a bit of a better post
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Gods I'll never be left alone will I? *growls*
Mood: Angry
To: Eris
IC Word Count: 984
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font] |
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Post by eris on Sept 14, 2010 13:47:10 GMT -5
Eris’s eyes remained amused, as she first approached the individual. He certainly had a hot head on him, like fire. He wanted to know everything about her, yet gave nothing of himself away. Yet at the same time he was giving away so much he didn’t realize it. “If you pronounce introductions are needed by myself, to refuse your own title to me is hypocritical.” She smiled to herself, and just to see what would happen, added as an afterthought, “and also a bit cowardly.” His snorting and rolling of the eyes seemed forced, like he was acting as though he didn’t want to care. His fractured sentences and forcefulness of his words told Eris otherwise. She may not have gotten his name, but the Goddess of Strife and Chaos quickly figured out which Immortal this Demi-God belonged to. “Hm,” the Goddess mused aloud, glancing up and down Ryan once again with hungry eyes. She was in the mood for a little bit of fun, and it looked as though she were going to get it. “From the blood of whom did you sprout wings and fly?” she asked herself loud enough for Ryan to hear. “Vile aggression and a wicked tongue.” Her eyes flickered toward Ryan’s hand near his weapon. “And a thirst for blood and wrath.” Her eyes flashed knowingly and her wicked smile widened. “Do I see a Son of Ares before mine eyes?”She shook her head slowly from side to side. “Dear vengeance-ridden nephew, pace yourself. Don’t bite the apple before you know the consequences.” She’d give him a little discipline for giving him tongue. “You speak to the Goddess who started a great war that lasted ten long years. One who’s powers work for the good and the bad of all, though in preference I prefer more hectic chaos.” Eris knew with those last couple of words she had given herself away, but that was part of the point. She wanted her newfound nephew to understand, and somewhat fear, who he was dealing with. With as hot-headed as Ares’ children were, they were beyond easy to manipulate for anything. Even Ares himself was, as he had proven with the lightning bolt several years ago. Her stare softened and she lifted her head up high, though her eyes never left him. “Your unease shows through your act, Demi-God,” she said, holding out her hand in front of her. A small cloud of amber smoke began swirling around itself in the air from nowhere, twisting and twirling around her hand. “I don’t kill children. But I do like to play with them.” The smoke condensed into what looked like the hilt of a sword, made of a metal the same color as Eris’s outfit. A blade slowly grew from the handle; not a normal steel blade, but a clear one as though it were made of glass. Despite the odd look, it still weighed and fought the same way as a normal weapon did. It neither had any advantages or disadvantages. Eris twirled the blade once in her hand to feel the weight of it. She never took her eyes off of the teenager once. “Mind you play with me?” Her eyes flashed gold once, though they had no effect on Ryan whatsoever. All they did was lift a few tree roots up from the ground in attempt to trip him if he decided to run away. Slowly Eris began circling the Demi-God once again, letting the tip of her weapon drag through the grass with the same sound as metal would. “I’ll even go easy on you,” she added teasing him as though he were a much younger child than he really was. She wanted to coax him into a fight, to see if he really was worth all the trouble of messing with in the possible near future. Word Count: 644 |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Sept 14, 2010 18:59:47 GMT -5
Late at night
things I thought I'd put behind me
haunt my mind
I just know there's no escape now
once it's set its eyes on you
but I won't run, have to stare it in the eye
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I gotta face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand My Ground
~Stand My Ground, Within Temptation[/right][/size][/font] Ryan continued to glare at her and keep his ground; his eyes always moving with her. He had been taught to keep eye contact; where your eyes looked could sometimes deceive during fighting, it could help just as well. To him, she looked like her eyes were mocking him. Then again, Ryan wasn't sure since he wasn't good with facial expressions. He could be totally off, and quite frankly he didn't care at all. The demigod was guessing that he just looked plain ticked. Ryan didn't bother controlling his face, he just had on a mask of anger, all the time. "So what?" he asked, glaring at her. "Then that's my problem," he snapped icily. He'd been called much worse things during the course of his life, so he really didn't mind. If she thought that way about him, let her. He didn't care and would never. The fifteen year old didn't think it'd take long for her to figure out his god parent at all. He thought he had already displayed it enough, so he didn't know why in the world of Hades that she would ask. Probably because she was just another stupid person in this dang Hades.
His eyes kept locked on her, waist up as she looked him over again. It felt like being observed before getting into a fight. He knew the feeling and wasn't in the least affected. His cold grey eyes narrowed, gods did she have a funny way of talking. He snorted. "I think you pretty much know," he growled coldly. Then she went into a whole analyzation of him. Ryan rolled his grey eyes, just listening to her drone on; it sounded like him alright. It also sounded like she was using imagery or the language they used in poetry or whatever. His hand tensed and his weight shifted as her eyes flicked towards the dagger that was still in his hand; he still hadn't relaxed in the slightest. "Do you?" he asked coolly. To Ryan, he had no family. He didn't care if they were his blood or not, but he didn't have any family. They did nothing for you; he was done with family and friends. Completely finished with them; he was never having them. Not now, not ever.
The demigod continued to glare at her. "I'm not your nephew," he snarled, glaring at her. If he was related to this... thing then that was sick. Then again, he knew that almost every demigod and god were related somewhere along the line, but he always didn't think like that. "Whatever," he snapped at her. He really didn't care for her mystical, fancy word sayings. He rolled his eyes. "Great, another completely useless goddess," he growled, glaring at her squarely. He arched an eyebrow, piecing it together. The Goddess of Strife. If she wanted to intimidate him or make him fear her, it wasn't going to work. His guardian had been so crazy that she could of been a child of this goddess. "Okay then fine," he snarled. She told him who she was first, so he guessed he'd tell her. "My name's..." the son of Ares hesitated slightly. "...Ryan," he finished hesitantly. He still felt really odd telling people his name. It was a miracle that he even remembered it if he was honest with himself.
It looked like her eyes had changed slightly, but Ryan's didn't. They just glared, staying a fiery sort of cold. What act? Not giving up his weapon. "Whatever," he snapped. "Don't care," he growled. If his unease showed through, that was his problem and he didn't care what people thought about him, anyway. His eyes narrowed as smoke began to intertwine in the goddess' hand and he tensed slightly. He shrugged. No concern to him. "Whatever," he growled. If she was thinking of playing with him then let her. He glared at the new weapon that had come into her hand, analyzing it. The hilt looked the same, but the blade was clear. That would be a challenge to fight against, but if she wanted it out, then Ryan would take that challenge. Never taking his eyes off her, he quickly sheathed his dagger and unsheathed his single sword in two fluid motions.
They were both looking at eachother and both had a sword out. True, Ryan did have another sword, but then it'd be single against double and that would be mismatched. Even Ryan, as cold and into fighting as he was, wasn't as unhonorable as to do that. He had been in situations where people had done it to him, it wasn't fun in the least. Ryan nodded as she asked. "Sure," he accepted the challenge indifferently. So she had wanted to fight with him. This would be interesting. He had fought Kath, demigods, but never a goddess before. All he could do was try his best and try and walk out of here alive. Ryan always been sort of confident, but never cocky about his fighting skills. He had been beaten up more times than he could ever count, mostly by girls. Besides, Eris could easily be under the category of 'one of the better fighters than me' list. Ryan saw her eyes flash a different color. He tensed as he saw tree roots lying on the ground elevate. His eyes locked on her and he began to circle as she did. Her weapon was dragging on the ground and sounded like any other weapon being dragged. Perhaps it was just normal with just a different looking blade. He rolled his eyes as she said that she'd go easy on him. Ryan, being Ryan didn't pick up on the tease. All he knew was that he didn't want her to go easy on him. He knew that he'd go full out and he just expected her to do the same.[/size] OOC: Lol, sry for him being so short and snippy
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Dang stupid goddess! ...idiot Camp
Mood: Angry, Wanting to Fight
To: Eris
IC Word Count: 1,018
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Post by eris on Sept 23, 2010 13:51:38 GMT -5
Eris let out a soft laugh that seemed to echo every other sound around her. She kept her eyes on Ryan, rather amused with his attitude. It seemed every single Demi-God she ran into was a bad-mouthed spoiled brat. It seemed that everyone was taking after the idiot Percy Jackson. Her eyes flashed gold as she thought about the villain who had disgraced her father and pretty much every other Demi-God on the face of the planet. She let out a soft hiss and dug her fingernails into her free hand. And the fact that Zeus was letting things get like this. Not that Eris minded the chaos, in fact she reveled in it. But she’d though there would be more of an aggressive response from the King of Olympus. For a fleeting moment she thought of Phobos and his notion to bring down the Olympians. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if the very people they needed most, these half bloods, were the ones to do it. Or at least bring upon a great war of Chaos. The more she watched Ryan, the more she wanted to know about him. Perhaps his feistiness and anger could be her ticket to strife on both ends. “A Son of Ares,” she mused aloud again, keeping her eyes on him. “As a matter of fact you are. Your father is my brother.” She let out a grin as he attempted to annoy her, and told her his name. “Ryan,” she once again mused, liking the sound of it, but attempting to think of something that could possibly annoy him to get this show on the road. There was nothing quite like an epic battle between an Immortal and a Child of Ares. Eris would be sure that this would be something Ryan would never forget. She tilted her head and let out a large dramatic sigh, beginning to circle Ryan once again, not really looking at him but keeping him very much in her sight. “You know, Ry-ry,” she commented, adding a smirk to this new nickname she pretty much was sure he wouldn’t like and would be really ticked off about. “Something I don’t really like about your kind, is that you think you’re above everything. You think you are invincible, which, unless you’re Barnicle Breath’s certain son,” she said this in a more strained voice, “is true save that one little Achilles’ heel.” She let out a more aggravated laugh and turned to Ryan again. “You don’t have respect for any Gods, and you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for us. You know what I see in that?” She paused for a minute. “Bad parenting from your mother’s side, Ry-ry.”She picked up her blade and glanced at it for a moment. “So right now, what I’m going to do, is test how much of your father’s blood still runs through your viens, because right now, he seems like the one who has had the most influence over you, even if he doesn’t give one tiny rat’s hair about you.”Eris then disappeared from in from where she stood in a wisp of auburn smoke and reappeared right in front of Ryan, swinging her sword down on his left shoulder, eyes now gold. She wasn’t using any of her external immortal powers on him, not yet. No, what she wanted to do was bore into his soul and see what truly stirred his heart. She wanted to see his past, who he was connected to. Eris wanted to see if there was anyone he had ever loved, or truly cared about. The real way to get to these mortals was through their emotions, and that was what Eris would use. If she had to claw it out of him to get what she wanted, she would do that. She wouldn’t kill him, oh no. She would leave killing the Demi-Gods to Apate and Phobos, but that didn’t mean Eris couldn’t have fun with these little children along the way. Word Count: 668 |
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Post by Ryan Simons on Sept 26, 2010 10:38:45 GMT -5
I've got no place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
Me against the world
~Me Against The World, Simple Plan[/size][/font] Not with the lyrics, but one of my favorite AMVs made with this song ^^[/right] The goddess let out a laugh. Ryan's response to that? Glare. It simple and it got the point across. The demigod kept his gaze locked on hers and tensed slightly, ready if she decided to attack him. As his grey eyes continued to watch Eris, Ryan started to play with the idea that Kath was a daughter of hers. Both of the woman liked messing with people, fighting, randomly attacking people, creating misery and whatever other Eris traits there were. That idea was almost immediately put down a second after he thought of it. Monsters weren't after her and she couldn't see though the Mist at all. Not seeing through the Mist was probably the big one. Ryan had been lucky (a bit impossible for a demigod, but sort of true). From what he could remember, no Monster had ever attacked him outside of Camp. He gave a soft hiss as her eyes turned gold. Gods what was she going to try and do? Impress him with her 'pretty' flashing eyes? Ugh, no way! Stupid goddesses... stupid immortals! He hated this Camp. It was full of freaks and losers; many of the demigods were trying to amount themselves to Fish Face and every other hero that had ever lived. It was sickening. Not everyone in Camp was a hero! Ryan, himself, included. Big time. He wasn't a hero, nor did he desire to be one. None at all. Not now, not ever. He just wanted to be, well, him. Ryan didn't have anyone to impress and nothing to live up to or anything. He wanted to make it by himself, alone. Ryan didn't want to impress his father, or Camp. He didn't even really want to live up to his title of a son of Ares. He didn't care about anyone, no one cared about him. He had lived with Kath. He had learned a lot of things, but all the wrong things. Not to complain, cry, and think that you were the best were the top three in her book. Her saying was that someone was always better than you. Ryan had encountered this a lot and still lived that philosophy to this day. Kath was better than him, as were a lot of the demigods he had sparred with. The son of Ares grew up with no imagination or fun (excluding two years). Kath lived (and made him live) very simple life. No spoiling or luxuries of any type.
His grey eyes narrowed as she hissed and he noticed that she was trying to hold back something by digging her fingernails into her palm. Stupid immortals! They thought they were so great. If it wasn't for them, they wouldn't be in this mess! He snorted. Great job Zeus. He's really doing a great job running this joint, he thought sarcastically. He couldn't believe it. The immortals really would pick just anybody to rule them. Even if the guy was a prat and idiot with no brains. True, none of them would be here if it wasn't for the oh mighty gods of Olympus and that was partially why he didn't like them (if you could make sense out of that) If the gods didn't exist, the world would be in complex, stinking, freaking chaos, and Ryan was thinking that Eris would just love that. She probably was loving it, but just saw the potential for more. Much more. Well, he thought skeptically, just keep Olympus going in the way it is and it will happen soon. He rolled his eyes.
"Son of no one...." Ryan corrected in a snarl, glaring at her. "I'm not related to you and I don't think your parentage is something to boast about," he snapped coldly, glaring at her. Right now he really didn't care about how she'd feel about this or react, he was going to vent and that was the end of it. He was really sick and tired of everyone and this Camp that he had been in and then for this goddess to just come along and tell him about Ares and the gods and how she was related to him just made him snap. "Your father got showed off as an idiot by Fish Face. That's saying something since Fish Face is almost as a dumb brain as him. Your brother isn't that successful either!" he growled. "Oh, what a shame," he snorted. "No wonder! I thought there was a slight connection, so that's why you're both stupid idiots! You share the same parents. Wonder who you got your brains from? Oh, right, never mind!" he snarled. "They must be from the overall, mighty ruler of Olympus," he snarled sarcastically, glaring at her. "Because they're that stupid." He glared at her and just stood there, quite miffed and still blowing off steam. "Yes," he growled, trying to not burst out in an entire rant again, however he could help: "Have a problem with it?" In a snarl. He glared at her, kept his ground and didn't drop eye contact. Let her explode on him if she wanted. She wasn't related to him at all. He was related to no one, he had no family.
She started to circle and Ryan slowly started to circle her, trying to keep an even circle between them. RyRy? That had not been used in a long time. He glared at her. "Don't call me that!" he growled. If she was thinking it'd tick him off, she was more more than correct and being very successful. Only one other person had ever called him that in his life and he had learned to live with it... sometimes, but that was a while ago. It was only that person who was sort of allowed to call him that, and that person was gone. "The same about your kind!" he snapped, glaring at her evenly. The gods thought they were on top of the world and so mighty.... so self absorbed just because they were immortal, it was stupid! Ryan didn't think he was invincible. He was not invisible at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Kath had beaten the Hades out of him for years, and he had lost to the Campers that he had sparred with. Owl Brian, Midget, Sunshine, along with two others, just to mention a few. That was where he was really questioning his parentage. Besides weapons and having a really bad personality, he wasn't really a son of Ares. The success with weapons and the bad personality could be accredited to Kath. He had blonde hair, looking sort of like an Apollo kid, someone had said Hephaestus and then he had grey eyes that sort of belonged to Athena's kids. "No, I don't," he snarled at her, flat out. "Exactly," he snapped, coldly. He kept his eye contact with her, glaring. "You're correct about that," he snarled. "I don't have a mother," he snapped at her. "And don't call me that!" he growled stubbornly.
As the goddess picked up her sword, Ryan glared at her and moved his sword into a defensive position. He glared at her, but decided not to comment. Talking was a distraction, especially when a spar was about to begin. It was for Ryan, anyway. Some people could talk and fight at the same time, Ryan wasn't one of those people. All he did was glare at her through cold, yet fiery eyes. Nothing from Ares ran through him. Nothing at all. He wasn't his father. He didn't have a family. He kept his cold grey eyes locked on her. Ares, an influence to him? Nope, he wasn't, Ares didn't have any influence over him whatsoever. No one had influence over him, aside from Kath when she was teaching/abusing him. Ryan was a loner, independent and that was the way he preferred it; it worked with his antisocalsim and personality. He didn't have any family or influence. The only reason he was decent at weapons was because Kath had taught him well. The only credit he could give her in a semi positive light. Through her, he had become decent at fighting and it had become his life pretty much. He shrugged indifferently, Eris' words having no effect on him at all. Yeah? So what if Ares didn't care about him at all? Ryan more than well knew it and didn't give a copper, he didn't care about Ares either. The fifteen year old had grown up and lived with no one caring about him, so he was far to used to it. Why should he like any of the gods, anyway? They had never done anything for the demigods except given them this awful world and life.
Ryan tensed as she disappeared. For a nano second he wondered where she went. Then it hit him: no duh, she was a goddess. She could disappear and reappear anywhere at will. His mind immediately went to his training. Where would she want to be? Either right smack infront of him, or smack behind him. He made a nano second decision, took a step back and thrust one of his swords outward incase she appeared infront, then took his other sword and swiped it behind him. She appeared in front and took a swing right at his left shoulder. Ryan turned to his right to get his shoulder out of the way almost automatically. The position also made him a smaller target. Her eyes were gold now. For a second, Ryan was confused. Did gods and goddesses do this often? Just change eye color just to impress, use powers or get what they wanted? Ugh! Something stirred inside him as he looked squarely at her to resume the fight. That just sparked a distraction and he couldn't be distracted. Not while fighting. He went to method two, one that he didn't really use. The only times he had used this was while at Kath's. It was the 'correct' way that she had taught him (although he had to admit, it worked) how to sword fight. The method was to not to look at into the eyes of the opponent directly, but to look at them from the neck down instead to see their foot work, their upper bodies, and especially their shoulders. Their shoulders would almost always tell you where they were going to strike. That was the correct form. Before learning sword, Ryan was taught to look some one in the eye, always. So, after leaving Kath (and her drills of always looking from neck down), Ryan went back to looking them in the eye. Kath's justification was that eyes would sometimes deceive in sword fighting if you were dealing with a good fighter. Ryan just thought that she wanted to beat him up more.
Out of habit he raised his eyes to look at her. Maybe he really should of kept Kath's tactics.
A smaller Ryan was walking around the forest. Where did my staff go...? he thought. Kath wasn't going to be happy that he had lost his staff. There was a rustle of bushes behind him and a small boy bolted out. "Hihihihihihi!!" he squealed in happiness, rushing forward and tackling Ryan to the ground. The smaller boy had his staff, Ryan had a temporary one. He had sneaked it from Kath. He threw the smaller boy off him, and took a swipe at him. The smaller boy squeaked in fright then went to try and block at the same time Ryan tried to swipe. Their staffs both collided with each other's and a shock went up both of their arms. The small boy dropped it and shook his arm. "HI!" he said in excitement, his bright brown eyes locking on Ryan's grey ones. "Hi..." Ryan said, eying him with caution. "My name is Edmund!" the small boy said in excitement. "What's yours?!" he chirped. Without waiting for a response: "WANNA BE FRIENDS?!" he asked, grinning and almost bouncing up and down with excitement. Ryan relaxed slightly. "....Ryan," he said after a slight hesitation. Then he shrugged. "Sure."
A young boy with black hair was looking around the forest, Ryan was in the bushes and glared at him. He snuck out of the undergrowth and then gave him a hard poke. The boy, who looked slightly older than him, whipped around and Ryan went to hit at his legs before Edmund burst out of the bushes and gave the older boy the same greeting he had given Ryan just a few days ago. The older boy smiled. "My name's Alex."
OOC: o.o Sry for the length! *hangs head in shame* Okay, back hand me if you need to in ANYTHING. I took it as it was his decision to dodge or not, you can tell me that she actually hit his shoulder, its fine. I put in a memory, if you don't want it there, tell me and I'll fix anything you want me to! ^^
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Word From the Character: Dang you to Hades Ellie! You gave her the idea to call me that!
Mood: Angry, Wanting to Fight, Fired Up, Angry
To: Eris
IC Word Count: 2,156
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy [/size][/font] |
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