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arms & book lifted when feet came flying into his lap & he shot her a little look of really? interrupting his break... so rude. but then again that... was skye's schtick. she was mean to him & pushy, but elias also was weak for her, because he'd grown up with sisters & they never not made him feel welcome in a house full of strangers back when he was still the traumatized young man they found on the side of the road. elias remembered what came before that to this day, but refused. "sorry i'm not the stereotypical brother you wish for." he announced with a small huff, setting his book aside on the bench to focus on his sister.

"i'm just taking a break, that's all. stop being dramatic." leaning back against the wall behind them, he shook his head a little. his mauls were set down neatly in front of himself, right where his armor had been set down. "why are you so keen to fight? we oculd read a bit first." he knew that was not actually an option, but he had to. even if only to grand himself a little more time.

"it's all physics," she mocked softly but a smile on her face as she plopped herself right down next to him. never one for personal space she placed her feet onto his lap and glanced at the book cover with a groan. "oh god why are you boring?" again it was all playful as she nudged him with her foot. skye had grown up with no siblings, the only girl in an empire of jewels and because of this she longed for a sibling to braid each other's hair as they bonded. coming to camp was one of the best things she ever was blessed with and even though her new found demi brothers weren't the most eager to let her braid their hair she did her job as the sister to bug them when she felt it was right.

like now when elias was supposed to be training. with her.

"come oooon elias i want to play." and by play she meant training. her own two great axes were on the grass waiting for her where she had left them. having them strapped to her back was not the most comfortable when one was curled up next to their brother. "the sun is out beckoning us to train. why are you denying me, your favorite sister?" she was his only sister being the only daughter of zues currently at camp but still it was one of her favorite phrases to guilt at all her brothers with.

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"i mean... i guess. i just like to get the pros and cons, i guess." or something like that. thinking when put under scrutiny like that wasn't easy, so he found himself struggling to begin with. his brain never quite shut up & elias didn't try changing that, not really. he liked defying the odds. like the fact he was a son of zeus.

he sure as hell was touchy, which had to be the most body contact elias had had in ... the past year, if he counted correctly. he found himself practically dragged along by the other demigod's ...inviting personality & so he didn't fight it. not even when his deliberately naughty choice of words brought a blush to his cheeks. yeah, he was doing that deliberately. no doubt. "uhhhhh, no.. i mean. yes. like, bodyguards aren't really allowed to ....get involved with their clients, so if we were to ... you know, yeah. against the rules." rhetorical question? too late now.

"you think too much. if you suppose that's correct, that should've been the end. i don't worry my pretty little head on semantics and neither should you. you're too hot for that." marinus was a fan of not thinking at all. he just let his body take lead most of the time. which was how he ended up falling.

again, most of the conversation went over the young man's head. he just waved off the semantics again and linked their arms together when elias said he would join him. "they have coffee and almost anything else you would want to drink. guess you're going to be with me while my throat gets nice and comfortable." he winked up at him as he started to walk over to the mess hall. "i never thought i'd have my own bodyguard. is it against the rules if i want to fuck my guardian angel because they're so hot?" as many had come to know, he wasn't shy with his words. marinus led them into the mess hall and unliked their arms to grab himself the kettle and start making some tea.

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training time was elias' favorite time of the day, really. officially, it was. because yeah, as a son of zeus in camp, he ... well, there were some ..expectations or something, but elias was very much not ...what people thought or expected. he left with all his stuff; his swords & his armor every day & he'd do a bit of training, but - if someone was to watch very closely, they'd realize he was taking extravagantly long breaks between sessions. one could say the training sessions were the breaks... from reading. what could he say? he just ... enjoyed it more than training. he wasn't bad at fighting per se, he just... didn't feel like it was what he should be doing. or maybe he felt he wasn't made for it, because when he set out to punch that dummy off its feet with a mighty fist... he found himself stumbling & missed it.

soft sigh.

"time for a break." he hummed quietly to himself as he already made his way back over to where he dropped all his shit by a bench, flopped down with a content little noise & pulled his book from his bag again. flipping a few pages to return to where he'd ended about half an hour ago, he was back in another world almost instantly & happily trapped in it for a good hour before a cough pulled him from it. it wasn't directed at him, was it? no way. (it wasn't.) but still, eyes roamed until he found someone else doing pretty much exactly what he did & he didn't sit far. how did he miss him joining him here? he glanced over some more & couldn't help grin at him. "don't like training either?"

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"i mean, i suppose that's correct, although i don't think it's defined.... you know? in the .....definition.. of.. uh, a break." then again, who even made the rules if not them, right? elias had just set his books aside to find the other demigod right in his face. okay, alright. he.. was close all of a sudden.

& he was just ... magically there wherever elias went. did he just find himself a handsome shadow? when he spun around again after picking up his armor, he found himself face first with him again. hand against his arm made him halt for a moment, letting his eyes roam. was ...someone messing with him? didn't look like it. the armor wasn't too heavy for a son of zeus, so he waited, head tilted to the side a little as the other spoke. "uh." he was a singer? or was he...being... no, no. "can't say tea's my thing, but if they got coffee... i suppose i could join you on your adventure." he didn't want to train anymore anyway. "i should. you could hit your pretty head. oh, i meant.. yeah." he slipped on his armor again, fastened his weapons to his back & motioned for him to lead the way. he didn't really want to carry his armor through camp, in his hands, so this would have to do "after you."

thankfully he was agile due to all of the time that he spent in the ocean. while he wasn't as fluid on land, there was still a chance to dodge out of any incoming attacks because of what his body was used to. people didn't know this, but the pressure several hundred feet under the water was higher than the training grounds. he was sure that he could move away if something was really dangerous and coming towards him. elias was harmless though, at least for now.

after coming back to it, marinus moved until he was sitting directly in front of the other man now, their knees touching, "breaks are normally taken outside of the grounds though." he stood up to follow elias around to pick up his things and then grabbed the man's arm, trying to distract him a bit. "i was just going to go grab some tea. have to sing tonight so want to make sure my throat is nice and comfortable. do you want to come with me? make sure i don't trip and fall."

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"the same thing that's stopping you from eating grasshoppers and bark? or building your home underground." listen, when someone was offering a slick way to slide into a conversation of wit, elias ... wouldn't ever be able to hold back. give him the chance to dump his unnecessary knowledge on the world & he would. eyeing the other on the phone, he motioned for the seat by him, "that one taken? i swear i won't bring up insects again while i eat."

location: ampitheater muse: robin and your pick! @conquermadness

While enjoying the spontaneous dual that had taken effect during his lunch break, Robin got sucked in by his phone screen. He could multitask. Partially eaten turkey sandwich on one knee, the brunette gave his phone a nod of approval. "The groundhogs got it right. 'No touching' code and screaming into the universe whenever you want? Whose to stop me from doing the same?" Himself and his vanity. Totally.

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maybe he should've paid better attention where he dropped his stuff, but he'd possibly assumed others had their eyes open when they walked around the area. out of all the places. it was the one with sharp & pointy objects literally scattered all around it. not that he was trying to excuse himself - by any means, oh no. he'd never. glancing up from his book, he found the sacrifice ... worthy. small grin on his lips, but wide enough to show teeth, he sat up, uncrossing his legs to make way for the different stance.

book set aside on the bench, elias returned the gaze for a short moment, then let his eyes roam the ground around the other's feet & around the pile of his stuff scattered around him. "ahah." a little huff that sounded a lot like a little laugh, "taking a little break." motioning at his armor & all that, he stood & stretched before heading over to pick up his stuff & drag it to a safe corner at least. he should return to his training, but he ... didn't want to. he'd much rather fetch himself a coffee & maybe watch a movie. "hope i didn't keep you from anything important."

even though he was agile, he had to be in order to be such a good swimmer, marinus often times didn't pay attention to things. that was how he ended up tripping over someone's armor or their weapons. honestly, he didn't remember what had caught his foot. for all he knew, elias tripped him himself. still, he sat up and shrugged it off, soft eyes washing over the other now across from him. "you have nothing to be sorry about, hermoso. like you said, it's all physics right?" rich coming from the man that didn't know the difference between chemistry and physics. it was all the same in his head.

his tongue licked his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, never taking his eyes off of the man. "so tell me, what's a beautiful strong man doing reading in such a hazardous place?"

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location: arena open to: come at me, i dare u

curled up almost comfortably on a bench & leaned against a wall, elias was taking a break from training - only that said break should've been over a little longer than an hour ago, but he'd not really wanted to get up just yet. he always brought his backpack, which held books & comics - among other things, in case he ever found himself bored. breaks were only that if one of two things happened; one: coffee was had. in this case, not doable, because he would've had to leave the arena & all. two: relax. books helped him relax. yes, even when they were about physics, although that wasn't his topic per se. he'd stumbled over that book & liked the cover, so he'd grabbed it & then, well - it was interesting.

his weapons (a maul & a great sword) had originally leaned against a stone pillar, but somehow developed a life of their own, creating quite the obstacle course along with his armor & had already called for a sacrifice. they weren't happy. of course. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. but you see.... it's all physics..." he could go on.

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Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018)

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elias. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

BASIC INFO

full name — Elias (Matthew Benjamin) Hawkins age — thirty-seven (january 20th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual (but in the closet tbh) occupation — software designer + engineer deity connection — zeus  pet name — tba weapon — 2x great words (?) + halfplate clothing style — sportswear, suits, soooometimes casual, but always too tight oops

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Henry Cavill hair — brown / eyes — blue height — six foot & one inch build — like a big ass T, broad af shoulders & generally thicc - check me scars — he's got a v faint, thin line around his neck - like some dogs do when their collars ate into the flesh, the same on his wrists & ankles, a few scars on his back from a belt, they mostly faded now though tattoos — he has a barcode and a paw on the inside of his wrist, his adoptive parents thought about letting it be removed, but they wanted him to decide when he was old enough, he kept both piercings — none special characteristics — he's a good actor when it comes to being social, he seems to get along with everybody everywhere, will bring coffee to quests sexual preference— bottom switch

PERSONALITY

alignment — lawful good positive traits — gentle, educated, smart, ambitious, nerdy negative traits — perfectionist, workaholic, coward, nerdy hobbies — dnd, gaming, streaming, coding, jogging, coffee (!!!)

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd (check phobias tbh) physical — fit and healthy phobias — selenophobia (focus on full/new moon) eyesight — 22/20 although avrae tends to disagree dominant hand — ambidextrous drug use — nop alcohol use — sometimes diet — balanced, but he will die & murder for coffee

BACKGROUND

birthplace — castle cary, UK parents — Lana & Brandon Hawkins (adoptive parents), Zeus (biological father) siblings — Sarah-Jane Hawkins (little step sister), Mona Maria Hawkins (big step sister) pets — tba education — high school graduate, comp science + engineering bachelor + various awards notable skills — a+++ coding and hacking (everything tech-related), due to being project leader at his job before he followed the call, he's chill with taking the lead

BIO

(cult mention, abuse mention)

Elias was born during a devastating storm, the skies had been ablaze, the winds had been so quick on their feet they'd taken no prisoners in their path of destruction. His mother, a prisoner of sorts in a life she didn't choose and yet accepted, because she was born into it and didn't know better. Her parents' parents had already lived in these lands and had been proud members of a rather small and yet, incredibly radical cult that believed in witchcraft and the influence of the moon on the mind.

The circumstances of Elias' birth ended life for the newborn before it began. He was found a bad omen, a lost child and declared enemy of the 'new religious movement' of the Dark Rose. Usually, children like him would be discarded, but his family was part of the group of the founders of their community, so when Elias' mother begged for her son's life, they granted him ....that. But only that. Not more. And a lot less. As to not spread misfortune on the others, he was held separate from the other newborn, in a room far off.

As he grew older and began to escape from his crib, the leaders sat down to talk about his fate once more. His mother hadn't seen him in months and yet, she - again, pleaded for his life. So, the toddler was put in a cage in the dog shed. He was fed and he was groomed with the dogs, but he was alive. Some time later, a collar and shackles were added to ensure he couldn't escape the shed when they let out the dogs. Elias grew up without a name, without purpose, without a guardian in his life to show him the way. At best, he thought he was a dog and he'd never be more than that. Even the dogs had names..

He never was taught proper speech, only enough to understand basic commands, though he did pick up bits and pieces of the spoken word, but ... it made only little sense to the boy. Full moon nights and storms were the triggers Elias had to endure, because every single storm - or even bad weather was blamed on him and the full moon - they said, would have the demon within him at its strongest. For those nights, he was bound to a tree out in the forest for the entire night with only the cold and the full moon to keep him company.

During a police raid after several complaints from neighbors and anonymous calls hinting the big farm was used for drug trafficking, they found a ten year old boy with bright blue eyes and beautiful locks held in a kennel with other dogs.

They were shocked to see a boy of ten or eleven years held like a dog. He was taken to the youth welfare services in Manchester and ended up in the system for difficult to place kids due to his age and ...deficits. Adoption came with a price, therapy and responsibility to re-socialize him - his temporary name was Lukas.

Newspapers spoke about the wolf boy and an American family currently in town for business read about him. Their reputation was good, they were wealthy and pledged to pay for the extensive care the unnamed boy would need to find his way back into life. They stayed for a few months, but eventually returned home to the United States after paperwork on all ends was done.

The boy was named Elias Matthew Benjamin Hawkins.

The Hawkins owned an area by Toluca Lake - in the sunny Los Angeles. They already had a thirteen year old daughter when they invited Elias into their home. Mona Marie was hesitant at first, unwilling to share her parents with a strange boy, but she soon became protective of him, like the big sister he never had. The first year wasn't easy on anybody, but the Hawkins' were loving and gentle with the boy, they spent a little fortune on his therapy, his education and everything else he could have wished for and he worked hard, grateful for this life they offered.

A few years later, they had another daugther Sarah-Jane Louise to complete the family. (They have a thing for impressive names apparently.) That was around the time, Elias found out he .. wasn't normal. His parents handled it naturally and after a lot of wondering and then finally meeting his biological father, Elias was granted summers in Camp Halfblood - if only to learn how to control his powers.

Elias found his passion in computers, their software and hardware and went to college after graduating (only a year later than ordinary) from high school. His parents, of course, had no qualms about him striving to come far in life - build something of his own. He did.

Before he chose to follow the Call, Elias lived in his own house, not too far from home - in Venice Beach with a loft in Downtown LA as well to be closer to ihs workplace during the week. Putting work before everything else was Elias' standard setting, his ambition a constant driving force going hand in hand with his perfectionism. He never quite made it past the mental mindset that he owed his parents perfection. Success. All to repay the debt that could never be repaid.

Elias followed the call and relocated to Camp Halfblood, but instead of giving up everything he knew and loved (his work), he chose to bring it with. Surely there's wifi at Camp?

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