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bailey.

A date! Bailey was fascinated by how different things were from when she was a young girl (well, before her life technically tragically ended). She fancied things the way they were now, the amount of freedom there was in being able to decide on any boy and sometimes, like in the case of Nicolette apparently, it didn’t have to actually be a date. “That should do just fine, he’ll want you within the second his eyes meet you.” Bailey shifted forward, circling the other blonde with a sweet smile. “Don’t need to be a guy to say I would in a heartbeat, you’re gorgeous and killer. If he doesn’t, tell me and I’ll come knock some sense into him in the politest way possible.”

Attention was quite possibly Nicolette’s favorite thing, her eyes lit up and her smile widened when Bailey began to circle her like a shark, pondering to herself what it would be like to be with a mermaid or a merman… Letty had yet to have either, though Letty was surprisingly inexperienced when it came to any sort of woman. She hummed happily when Bailey admitted he wouldn’t be able to stay away, practically swooning when the praises came out of the other blonde’s mouth. “Well at least you have good taste,” Letty teased, reaching over to boop the mermaid’s nose, giggling to herself, “And I will completely take you up on that, my last ex didn’t quite handle our break up very well.”

#c: bailey

cassandra.

Run. Jump. Roll. Attack. Cassandra was practicing her fight movements again. The girl liked to practice alone, she liked not depending anyone, but sometimes she missed having a real opponent. Cassie had been in that forest so many times that she had already memorized the position of all the trees, twigs and shrubs, she had already destroyed almost everything. “Gods, the dryads must hate me…” she said in a low voice looking around. Her phone was ringing, time to back to home. Her grandma didn’t like Cassie stayed in the forest alone for too long. She was already in her way out, when she heard something. “Hello? Is anybody there?”

Nicolette tended to wander. The blonde would take runs through the forest, enjoying the peace that came with following the empty trails that wound through the woods, past the creeks and the ponds the naiads loved, listening to the whispers of the auraes trying to gain her attention, wanting to play their usual tricks on her. Letty couldn’t be stopped, though, not until she reached stoner bridge, where she could tend to the growing garden that surrounded Demeter’s abandoned arboretum. The girl loved that area in town, she loved the wild flowers that grew, the vines that twisted and wrapped themselves around the rusting metal of the building, reaching up towards the sun like they were starved light. It was her favorite place, and she spent hours there before finally finishing her jog back into town. Rather than running though the girl was walking, stopping to appreciate more flowers, making the bloom in various and abnormal colors. That’s when she heard the little voice, head tilting and a small spreading across her lips when she spotted Cassandra. “Stand down soldier,” She teased, holding her hands up in mock surrender, “Just passing through.”

#c: cassandra

cecily.

Cecily lived her life like a game of cat and mouse, claws poised, whiskers sharp, always lithe on her toes and arching her spine to the sunset – but never before had she found herself the mouse, dangled between Letty’s paws and begging for release. A blue glance held her prisoner in the snow globe of Nicolette’s eyes ( let me out, let me out ) her stomach twisting at the blonde’s question. Eyes flickered to the hem of the dress once more, across the freckles of her upper thigh and suddenly they were in a crimson room, fairy lights glinting from the walls, pink sheets, sweat, the sound of Letty moaning her name and a heat in her chest she couldn’t ring out.

“Yes,” she faltered, eyes flickering up at Letty’s, her mouth suddenly dry as if no more words would come out. She’d taken the bait, like she always did, a dead silence hanging in the air, her teeth pulling at dead skin on her upper lip as they bit into a wicked smile. “This isn’t fair,” Cecily remarked, cutting the tension of Letty’s little game with the Swiss daggers of her teeth. “You’re a rotten tease, Nicolette.” And yet, it was working, the breath already short in her lungs as she knelt before the blonde, fingers still skimming the top of her thigh, the smell of strawberries on her skin. “Show me another one,” Hades’ daughter demanded, pushing up from her position to drop back into her seat, Italian Vogue back in her hands in a number of seconds, shades slipping down to shield her eyes. “The longer you take trying things on, the less time we’ll have at the sundae shop.”

Amusement danced it’s way across Nicolette’s face, watching Cecily like she was the ballerina in the tiny pastel pink and white floral detailed music box her father had given her all those years ago. The tiny girl was flustered, spinning on the axis to the soft melody Letty provided before the blonde slammed the lid shut, trapping her. She understood what she was doing, that some would call it mean, but it wasn’t like Cecily was miserable, that she was aching for some great love that Letty couldn’t give to her. It was all in good fun, and Letty had so much fun with it. At the girl’s words, the older blonde cooed, patting her cheek gently as her fingers still trailed along her skin, asking to see Letty in another dress as she stood up. “What this one isn’t good enough?” The blonde remarked, sighing dramatically when Cecily sat back in her previous position, magazine in hand and eyes masked behind her glasses.

Nicolette, despite the loss of Cecily’s attention, did as the girl asked, making her way back into the curtained dressing room, not bothering to close it behind her. “I thought we decided we were getting frozen yogurt instead?” She asked, her back to Cecily as she slid the thin straps off her shoulders, carefully shimming out of the silk dress, catching it before it hit the ground and moving to hang it back up on its hanger. Nicolette had no shame when it came to her body, it wasn’t like most of the town hadn’t seen it, what with Nicolette being a bit of a harlot in her own right, but along with all the drama that came from high school. She couldn’t even remember how many times provocative videos and photos of her got out. Letty hummed to herself as she looked through the few dresses she’d picked out that were hanging on the clothing rack, standing in nothing but her matching set of lacy knickers and bra, wondering where Cecily’s eyes were currently looking behind those oversized glasses of hers.

After a few seconds of rummaging, Letty pulled a tiny dress off it’s hanger, black like the previous one but tight to her body, knowing fully well that it would hug her curves perfectly and show off everything that needed to be shown. The blonde let out a little frustrated noise as she pulled the tight fabric over her form, smoothing out any wrinkles and adjusting her breasts in the suffocating dress. She looked herself over in the mirror, head tilted in scrutiny, a tiny little smile playing its way on her lips. “I think this one is better,” She said finally, walking back out into the light so Cecily could see the way it fit on her. “I’d probably have to go commando, though,” She muttered, reaching down to trace the showing line of her panties, “Or maybe seamless, guess it depends on who I’m with huh?”

#c: cecily

violetta.

It was that time of the day again. Violetta needed her daily dose of glamor and what better way to get it than to go to her mother’s boutique. After wracking her brain all day for some new designs, Vi wanted nothing more than to try on some clothes. She entered the boutique and was instantly put at ease by the designer shoes and expensive clothes surrounding her. All her relationships failed and her dad was dead but at least that Céline bag wouldn’t leave her. Violetta casually made her way into the boutique when a girl by the mirrors caught her attention. The little brunette stood there for a few seconds eyeing the garment the other girl had on. She could tell the fabric was high quality and she admired how the dress perfectly clung to the blonde’s body. “Well, personally I would go for something a little more classy but I think it suits you.” And she meant it. The dress fit the other girl like a glove and Vi was not one to stand in the way of a perfect fashion match.

Nicolette hummed when she heard Violetta’s answer, turning slowly and admiring the way the skirt barely fluttered up with the movement, before giggling to herself. “I don’t need to be classy.’ She mused as she nodded her head, moving to pick up another dress, showing it to the daughter of Aphrodite that she sadly hadn’t had many opportunities to speak to, “I need slutty, but not too slutty… the perfect balance between slutty and classy I guess you could say.” Letty did her best to explain, shrugging a shoulder as she held up the darker blue dress with a plunging neckline, “This one seems more elegant to me, don’t you think?”

#c: violetta

bailey.

Stretching out her limbs, Bailey enjoyed the feeling of just being back in Olympus. The familiar places that she called home, the feeling of everything falling into place. It hadn’t been a long trip she’d taken this time, but the world had been calling for her and Bailey couldn’t not answer. That would be outrageous! A crime against her own person! But being back home was just as wonderful as being out in the sea and finding a new destination to explore. Today she’d sent to visit a few different places around town; at the moment caught up in Aphrodite’s Boutique as she spied a few pieces of clothing that caught her attention. A soft sigh escaped as she went back to looking at clothes until she heard someone speaking, Bailey glancing over with a bright brilliant smile. “Depends on what the dress if for, sweetheart. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the years, it’s that each dress has a special purpose.”

Nicolette happily welcomed Bailey’s warm smile, returning it with her own as she took her words into consideration, nodding in agreement. “It’s for a date, sort of a date.” She muttered as she turned, smoothing her dress out in the back, examining how short it was against her thighs, “I’m trying to sleep with this guy, so I think this should do, don’t you?” She asked her politely, resting her hand on her hip as she looked over at the mermaid, smile still present on her porcelain features, “If you were a guy would you wanna fuck me in this?”

#c: bailey

lisette.

It wouldn’t be uncommon for Lisette to be seen strolling around the shopping district of the town of Olympus. After all, the Soriano family wasn’t poor. Still not as wealthy and as plush as the Hales, but still rather well off to the point that Lisette had never had to be over worried when it came to funds. Thankfully. With her mother wiring her money every so often to fuel her daughter’s spending habits, Lisette was privileged. Feeling like splurging on herself —something that Lisette had a bad habit of; she found herself in Aphrodite’s Boutique. As she strolled the racks and racks of expensive clothing, the raven-haired beauty picked up some select pieces. She only stopped shopping when she noticed a semi-familiar voice. She sighed and cocked her hip to the side after turning around to spot Nicolette in a rather short black dress. She had passed her without a second thought, it was much like Lisette to not pay attention to others. “Longer?” Lisette asked, scrunching up her nose as she appraised the other’s looks; eyes swiveling up and down Nicolette’s frame. “If you think that’s what you should do, then do it. I don’t know why you’re asking my opinion,” She responded. “Personally I wouldn’t go much longer, unless you want to risk looking frumpy,” She shook her head. “On second thought. Just go with the long one, hm? It might suit you.” She teased.

Nicolette stared at Lisette, never one to be fond of a girl with so much beauty. She had enough to worry about being friends with Harleen, but her sister was just as gorgeous. The blonde sighed some, waving her hand at the other Dionysus girl, deciding that short was definitely the way to go. “Frumpy and I don’t go hand in hand sadly, not all of us can pull it off.” The words were innocent, giving the brunette a playful smile before laughing to herself, stepping towards the clothing rack where she had a few dresses hung up as options. “I need a dress that says ‘I’m ready to fuck’ but ‘not desperate enough to fuck you’.” The girl muttered, picking up a low cut maroon dress, holding it out for Lisette to inspect, “And play nice, you’re always dressed well and I just need a few tips since I’m shopping without Teddy today.”

#c: lisette

quinn.

Less than impressive, Quinn thought as he watched as the hunk of metal he had taken from the armory shimmered back into view. He was doing his best to work on his shadow manipulation powers, but it wasn’t going quite as well as he’d hoped. Quinn was able to do a lot of things with his abilities, but this certain shadow manipulation technique only lasted for a few minutes. Long enough for him to use it to his advantage, but not long enough for it to be permanent. He mused that perhaps he should have spent more time practicing this than just working with shadow-travelling and weapons in the arena. After all, three years had passed since he first came to camp. In theory, it should have been plenty of time. Mouth in a hard line, Quinn tried again. This time, the metal disappeared but shimmered back into visibility almost instantaneously. He groaned, succumbing to the urge to flop back on the ground and cover his face with his hands.

Nicolette didn’t train. She didn’t fight, she didn’t shoot arrows or play with swords, and she had always hated being part of the town’s weekly capture the flag tournaments. She can perfectly recall all the times Theo used to drag her into the game, wanting her to have as much fun as he did during it but the tiny girl really didn’t, she always found the comfiest spot within the Wood Nymph Forest and waited for it all to be over. But just because she didn’t train didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy going to the arena to watch all the other people train, especially the attractive ones. Mossy green eyes were scanning the fighting demigods, head tilted in curiosity as she watched the overly aggressive Ares boys pummel into each other, the Apollo children taking turns shooting at the targets, none really peeked her interest until she spotted Quinn. She smiled to herself as she watched him toying with a weapon, not quite sure what the boy was trying to achieve, and she wasn’t sure he quite knew what he was doing either.

Her inquiry was proven true when he fell to the ground in defeat, her smile growing and a little laugh leaving her lips, skipping her way over to the sulking Hades boy. “Don’t you know winners don’t give up?” She teased him, hands resting on her hips studying him for a moment before crouching down in front of him, taping the soil between his legs, watching as a flower slowly started to rise from the earth. Petals blossomed before them, dark red and large, stretching out towards the sun and looking delicate and beautiful, “Cheer up kid, what are you trying to do anyways?” The daughter of Persephone asked as she plucked the flower from it’s stem, and held it over to the other boy, “Anything I can help with?”

#c: quinn

cecily.

The blue smudge of bubblegum snapped against her mouth as Cecily sat, cross-legged, imp-like, in the waiting room, a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses clinging to the slope of her nose. Lips sucked at her fingertip, an electric blue nail flicking against the glossy page of Italian Vogue, a soprano laugh at the tip of her tongue as Cecily drew her eye line from the magazine to Letty. Black silk, mid-thigh; she was a poster girl, artificial light catching on the sheen of satin where the dress met skin. Cecily’s throat gave a twitch at the sight of the blonde as she lifted her shades, pale eyes falling to the hem of the dress where Letty’s fingers were tugging, drawing paths along the skin of her thighs, an itch in her stomach to follow their trail. “I like it,” she responded ( perhaps a little too eagerly, but then, wasn’t everything Cecily did laced with an energized zeal ) stoppering her thoughts with the poison of her tongue. Pushing herself from the seat in the waiting room, the dark-headed hellion fell to her knees, the mauve of a bruise blossoming beneath one knee-high sock, eyes in line with Letty’s waist as her fingers traced the rim of the dress. “It’s a good length,” Cecily chirped, teeth chewing on a wad of gum, a darkness that looked like hunger in her eyes as her thumb flicked at Letty’s thigh. “You want to show yourself off, but not like a two-dollar hooker with so much on show that you don’t leave them wanting more. Give them nothing, they’re not interested. Give them too much, and there’s no challenge. This is perfect.” Cecily remarked, eyes flickering up to catch Nicolette’s, teeth rolling against her lower lip. “Leaves them something to think about at night.”

The younger girl had been a bit of a duckling since Nicolette met her. The plump brunette always on her coattails, Letty had gotten used to her company, in fact she rather enjoyed it; because who honestly would dislike having a worshipper? Surely not the blonde, she welcomed Cecily into her arms any chance she could, stringing her along and feeding into what Letty could only assume was a not so harmless crush. Cecily was an odd girl, all twisted smiles and morbid riddles, her laugh was mischievous and her smile seemed deadly, but Letty was very fond of her. She knew that shopping wasn’t exactly something Cecily enjoyed doing, but the girl seemed to enjoy the perks that came with it, like seeing Nicolette strip down to nothing but her undergarments, soft flesh visible and within reach. When the tiny girl looked up at her she recognized the glint in her eyes, a smug little smile finding its way onto the blonde’s plump lips, head tilting some as she watched Cecily stand only to kneel in front of her.

A laugh left her lips at the gesture, her hand resting on the curve of her waist, peering down at Cecily as her eyes studied the silk dress resting on her thighs, feeling her fingers brush her skin, cold and soft just like they always were. A brow rose when Cecily began speaking, engaging Nicolette in another one of her quirky narratives that always made the blonde’s smile brighten. Something about the way Cecily looked up at her made her stomach tighten, a familiar sensation that Nicolette chose to ignore in her own self, but loved to encourage in the younger girl. “Does it leave you with something to think about?” Nicolette teased, reaching down to brush a few unruly locks of raven hair behind Cecily’s ear. Nails gently trailing along the girl’s jaw before placing her finger under her chin, making her tilt her head up more, “I really want to make a good impression Cece.”

#c: cecily

Shopping was one of the many vices that Nicolette had; the death of their father all those years ago meant his two darling girls inherited all of his assets, and the flower shop in their mortal home had done well enough that the sisters lived comfortably. Of course, there was no such thing as poverty in the magical little town of Olympus, and Letty took advantage of the money she had greatly and spoiled herself with finery. Silk dresses and designer shoes, pearls, diamonds, she loved it all and today was a good day to visit Aphrodite’s Boutique, the most expensive shop in the town. The venomous blonde hummed to herself as she turned some, head tilting as she examined the way the black fabric fell along her thighs, tugging at the hem of it and brushing her delicate fingers along her skin. “Should I go longer?” Her voice was soft and melodic, glancing over at the demigod that had walked past her, “Or should I buy this one? I think I like it shorter but I dunno.”

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↳ 🔱 Background

Nicolette was always aware of the fact that she was special. Her older sister, Angelique, never lied to her about who she was, that she was different. They were both daughters to the Greek goddess, Persephone, their father being a favored lover of the goddess. From a young age, Letty was practicing her powers and enjoying her life in Maine where her father ran a flower shop, her and her sister helping he grow the beautiful flowers he sold to mortals for their celebrations. But the simple life only lasted so long, and within her second year of life the happy family was attacked by the monsters that hunted all demigods. Letty can only remember bits and pieces of the attack, from the hellhoud that took her father’s life, how it attacked her older sister scaring her for life before one of the children of Hebe came to their rescue. The other demigods are the only reason the two of them survived the encounter, and after explaining what had happened they helped the girls tend to funeral arrangements, and then packed their bags and brought them to Olympus.

For the first few months in Olympus Letty stuck to her sisters side, afraid that the monsters were going to come again and take Angelique away from her, but as life went on, the crippling fear turned into nothing but restless nights and the inability to face monsters to this day; but she found herself growing to love her new home more and more. She spent her days with the nymphs that babysat her while her older sister was in school, practicing her powers with the other children like her and even finding out that she had other brothers and sisters that had been living in the town. Her life got even better when the Godfreys moved into town and she met her life-long best friend, Theodore Godfrey. The two of them became inseparable from the very moment they met, and spend no more than a few hours apart to this day.

Letty was obsessed with growing up. From a young age, she spent her days trying on her older sister’s clothes and chasing boys. All she wanted was to be seen and loved by everyone, which caused her to be a little bit of a trouble maker when it came to getting attention. She would pull pranks with Teddy, she’d fake being sick or hurt to gain sympathy, and as she got older, she flaunted her looks and flirted with any boy that so much as looked at her. Letty loved the attention boys gave her, she loved being wanted and chased and because of this it made her experience things in life far too early. She finished her high school career with a less than pure reputation and thicker skin from the gossiping of her peers because of her ‘easy’ behavior. Letty’s convinced herself that she doesn’t care what they all say. She keeps her head high and her hand in Teddy’s, him being the only real friend she can honestly say she has.

↳ 🔱 Currently

Since graduating from Olympus Academy, Letty has started working full time at the Hecate’s magic shop. She tends to the green room in the back of the shop and works the register on days Theo is in class. Letty is also enrolled in Olympus University, working her way through general educations classes while trying to figure out what exactly it is she wants to do with the rest of her life. She’s moved out of the Demeter house and bought her own little cottage with her older sister’s help in the Walk of Gaia. She spends most of her free days at the Godfrey home or at Teddy’s new apartment, not really enjoying the fact he’s so far away from her physically now. She’s managed to stay single since breaking it off with her last boyfriend, Finn, who was one of her longest relationships to this day and busies herself with going to town parties with Theo and sleeping her way through half of the Ares cabin in hopes of keeping her behavior with a no strings attached policy. Letty and her sister are still very close, the two of them seeing each other daily to catch up on what’s going on in each other’s lives. Letty does miss living with Angelique, but she’s enjoying life on her own to much to dwell on it to much.

↳ 🔱 Personality

Depending on who she is around, Nicolette can seem like the sweetest girl there is. She’s giggly and bubbly, constantly strutting around with a smile on her face in attempts of brightening other’s days. She can however be quite rude and cruel, especially to the people she’s not fond of. She’s constantly saying things or doing things to draw more attention to herself. She’s full of stories and jokes and she carries herself like an open book, never ashamed of any of her actions. Nicolette has the reputation of constantly needing a boyfriend. She meets them and drops them by the end of the week, never able to keep one for very long, and the way the relationships end vary from her breaking it off or the guy simply using her because of her lack of restraint. Letty doesn’t believe in the traditional views of today’s society. She gives herself willingly to any guy that shows her any sort of interest and because of that, she has quite the large count when it comes to sexual conquests. Nicolette has been known to bite the heads off of people who talk badly about her, finding it ridiculous for anyone to say poor things about her behavior just because it isn’t ‘ladylike’. She’s fiery and opinionated, and she doesn’t take no for an answer, using her wits and assets to get what she wants no matter what it is.

Nicolette ‘ Letty’ Hale has been in town for nineteen years, is portrayed by Dove Cameron, and is a taken character.

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Nicolette Hale, with her pouted lips and her baby blue eyes, was the poison apple of her very own Eden. Everything about the imp of a girl reeked of deception, though deception would win any man or woman over if lavished in silk and surrounded in lullabies. The tresses that fell from her porcelain head resemble spun gold, for she was a goddess in her own right, prowling the streets with the lithe grace of a lioness on the hunt. She was formidable, in the sweetest of ways. She’d sweetly strangle you before you’d even bat an eyelid at her feigned innocence – and you’d let her; even beg her to.

She’s a chess master in her own right, pulling at her strings of influence like a puppeteer to his wooden theatre. Seduction is her weapon – she wields it like a warrior – but one day her paper stage will crumple and those proscenium arches will burn, wooden auditorium up in smoke as age captures her darling face for his own. She’s a demon in saint’s skin, a chaos of contradictions, her intentions as juxtaposed as East is to West. She’s as clever as a snake. She’s beautiful; she’s dangerous. And yet, you adore her for it.

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